When the head was transported back to Fengxia Mountain, it had already begun to rot, and the stench of human flesh was unmatched by the smell of decaying animals. Monk Yao and the elders agreed that people would transport the bandit's head to the cemetery where the victims of Feng Village were buried.
To offer sacrifices to the dead, a pile of miserable human heads were thrown haphazardly on the grassy graveyard, because no one was willing to neatly pile up the smelly things.
Some black and sticky corpse liquid flowed out from below, fertilizing the surrounding grass. A large amount of lime was sprinkled nearby to "ward off evil spirits". This should be the experience summed up by the common people. Lime can indeed disinfect the sacrificial site.
A lot of fragrant powder was also thrown in, but it was completely unable to cover up the stench. The fragrance and stench mixed together to create an even more disgusting smell.
Paper money was scattered all over the place, and sacrifices were placed on the cemetery. Relatives of the victims, wearing sackcloth and mourning, paid homage at the graveside. Suddenly, a loud noise was heard, and the soldiers were seen raising their guns to the sky.
put.
Zhang Ning also stood on the hillside and watched for a long time. The scene in front of him was like a ceremony, a ceremony similar to funerals and happy events, a formality that people went through to express an emotion. The scene in front of him was full of the atmosphere of death, but there was no doubt that
There is the joy of revenge.
No one here feels that they have done anything wrong, as if everything is taken for granted, but Zhang Ning understands in his heart that as a villager under the Ming Dynasty, he has absolutely no right to massacre so many people for revenge, and making firearms privately is tantamount to rebellion. But the imperial court
The tentacles of power cannot reach this remote mountainous area. It can be seen that it is sometimes very easy to break social laws without being sanctioned.
In fact, in this world, whether it is now or in a more "civilized" world a few hundred years from now, there are rules. The biggest rule should be a universal value, a moral criterion. The one that will be most popularized in a few hundred years is
"Liberal democracy" in Europe and the United States; but now because there is little contact between the East and the West, the Eastern world is recognized by the concept of loyalty, filial piety, etiquette and justice based on Confucianism, which is applicable throughout Asia radiated by the Han civilization. Then smaller rules are
The legal system of the imperial court, the decrees of local officials, the unwritten rules of the marketplace... However, more than 20 years ago, Zhu Di raised an army to "Jingnan" to use his ministers to seek the emperor, and violated the most basic rules of the world, but he was not sanctioned.
, on the contrary, the dragon robe made him a noble person in the world: because no one could punish him above the emperor of the Central Plains.
After all, there are very few people who can subvert the laws of the world. Most of the situation is determined by the location of that person. For example, Zhu Di is the son of the Taizu of the current dynasty and is facing the removal of the vassal... But the vast majority of all living beings can only survive in the world.
There is no way around this web of rules that have been designed long ago. Just like the accountant in the previous life, he was like an insignificant screw. He could adapt to society and find his own space, and he had done his best in life.
But now Zhang Ning has found a breakthrough point to tear open the big net in Fengxia Mountain for several months. He feels crazy and risky, and the chance of winning is not great, but the position he is in makes him aware of the opportunity; he also realizes
If you don't seize the opportunity, what awaits you will be destruction, meaningless destruction, such as an insignificant screw falling off, silence, loneliness and boredom.
At this moment, Zhang Ning's mood was very strange. He was not worried about the uncertain future, nor was he feeling sorry for himself. He was actually very excited, although his calm words and deeds did not reveal his emotions at all.
As a person who was full of extremely rebellious mentality in his teens, he really couldn't find any reason to be unhappy at this time. Although he later became very well-behaved and sensible, and his rebellious edges could be smoothed away by life and society, but he still had that deep inside.
The stuff never goes away.
In the past, as he gained more experience, he realized that it would be impossible to get along without following the rules, or that it would be difficult to get along well. It was completely illogical to go in the opposite direction, so he was forced to change his style; now he finally understands.
Reasonable rebellion does not require running away from home, and there is no need to fight against the world. Under the guise of obeying the rules, guiding more people to safeguard their rebellious nature is a higher realm.
Suddenly, he felt that he had reached a certain height. He couldn't help but climb to the top of the hillside at his feet, and looked down at the villagers who were performing sacrifices and pretending to be gods. Standing at a high place and feeling good about himself, he just felt
He seems to be able to control the fate of many people. There is no need to look up to this network in this world. The rules are just this, so there is no need to worship them, because it is absurd in itself.
...The purpose of the trip to Fengxia Mountain has been completed, and Zhang Ning began to prepare before leaving. Although the trained troops have a good record, it is not the focus. The key place is the weapons department.
He handed over the management of the Ordnance Bureau to Monk Yao and asked him to appoint his confidants to take charge. He also registered a list of all personnel involved in core technologies, and saved the important data, process flow information, and drawings of the Ordnance Bureau as confidential files.
In addition, his most important thing is to summarize the results file... and give it to his mother Yao Ji for review. There is a lot of content, first of all, the range, power, cost and other parameters of the firearm. After writing it, he asked Monk Yao to sign it.
Testify; then explain the establishment model of the Ordnance Bureau, the training process of the Fengxia Mountain Baihu Station; and finally the performance of these firearms and men and horses on the battlefield. There are also two appendices.
Zhang Ning felt that he was writing a paper. Fortunately, he had experience in writing this kind of thing.
One of the appendices is a document copied from the Ordnance Bureau, with annotated confidential files; the other is a bit strange, it is a conversation record in which Zhang Ning asked Old Xu, his ancestors, and his entourage to bring gifts to visit the soldiers. The records include military generals and ordinary soldiers.
Thoughts in the process of training and combat using firearms. Zhang Ning believes that the evaluation obtained from others may be more convincing from Yao Ji... Of course, the one who witnessed all this was the anti-evil cult apostle Qiu Ye.
Qiuye's praise in front of him was very pleasant: Mr. Zhang has done so many things in a few months, but he can be so organized and not messy at all. It's really amazing.
More than one person around him commented that he was clear and organized, but Zhang Ning didn't take it seriously. Because he understood that the human world has rules and regulations. If you want to break one rule, you have to use another rule to incorporate it.
All in all, he was in a good mood, although he felt a little tired. Things were being done little by little and it was almost over.
After dinner that day, Monk Yao sent someone over to invite him to have tea. This uncle usually didn't feel very friendly, and there was very little going on tonight, so Zhang Ning didn't refuse and readily agreed.
He changed his shoes, walked out of the backyard with the visitor, and went to a fasting room next to the temple, where he saw the bald monk Yao sitting alone.
The entourage stopped outside the door, and there were two or three armed guards walking nearby. Seeing this, Zhang Ning thought that his uncle's territory was not big, but his power was quite big. He lifted his robe, stepped into the threshold, and handed over his hand.
He bowed and said, "My nephew has met my uncle."
Monk Yao actually stood up and returned the greeting, pointing to the futon opposite the wooden table and saying: "Sit down, I usually don't have anything good to entertain you here, but I just recently bought some good tea from outside the mountain. I heard that you like good tea?"
Zhang Ning sat down cross-legged and said bluntly: "I didn't pay much attention to this thing before. Once I went to Yangzhou to serve as an official, and a group of hawks and dogs from the court under me ran a tea garden. I tasted both good and coarse tea. I really tasted it.
Got the difference.”
After listening to this, Monk Yao had a rare smile on his face: "How about you taste my tea?"
Zhang Ning then stretched out his hand to open the cup, and a scent of fragrance hit his nostrils. He took a look and said: "I like to drink green tea and other teas the most. The fragrance is very long." He then stretched out his other hand to hold up the cup.
He took the lid of the cup and touched the water surface gently, blew on it and took a sip. He said with a smile: "It is indeed good tea. Uncle is really willing to give up something good today."
Monk Yao joked: "Aren't I stingy when I entertain you? Don't say that to your mother when you go back."
Zhang Ning laughed a few times.
Monk Yao hesitated to speak and asked: "Are you really anxious to go back?" Zhang Ning said: "My nephew has been here for a few months, and he has been getting along with his uncle for a long time. The other main thing is to test-make firearms. Now Uncle Meng
The support is complete, so we have to prepare to go back."
"There is something I don't know whether to ask or not." Monk Yao said.
Zhang Ning was slightly surprised and said: "You are an elder, what shouldn't you ask? Uncle, just ask, I will tell you everything I know."
Monk Yao frowned and said: "When I received the letter from the leader saying that you were going to make firearms, I didn't think much about it and didn't take it seriously. Now that the firearms are made, we can fight against the bandits and annihilate them without any casualties on our side. I
I know you came prepared..."
He paused, lowering his head and thinking about something.
After a while, Monk Yao said again: "Why did your mother ask you to make firearms? You shouldn't use them when traveling around the world to protect yourself and your home. It's just for use in this remote mountainous area. If the government knows about it, it will cause extra trouble. I
Thinking about it, the best use of firearms can only be to form battle formations to capture cities and seize territory... Does Lord Jianwen have a secret edict, or is there something going on in the court?"
Zhang Ning was silent, not knowing the best answer for a moment. Suddenly seeing the puzzled expression on Monk Yao's face, Zhang Ning seemed to feel a hint of helplessness. He was too familiar with this kind of helplessness: he had ideas in his heart, but
Without enough information to know the true intentions of powerful people, we can only make guesses, trying to keep up with the trend or make early plans... Just like real estate speculators guessing the direction of policies, stock speculators guessing economic trends.
All living beings cannot change the current, they just want to search for clues in the turbulent time, so as to gain some trivial benefits, or worry about being swallowed by the flood.
The last ray of sunset seeped in through the doors and windows. In this scene, Monk Yao seemed to have transformed into a statue-like philosopher, thinking about something mysterious.
Zhang Ning said slowly: "There was indeed an accident a while ago. I'm not sure how the superiors are going to deal with it. Why don't uncle directly write to my mother to ask about it?"
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