All Heavens and Worlds Modified History System

Chapter 27: Studying Medicine Can't Save the Country
The ninth day of the twelfth lunar month in the second year of Chongzhen, the West Market Archway.

This is the capital city, known as the place where news travels fastest in the world.

Upon learning that Yuan Chonghuan was about to be executed here, countless people from the capital flocked to the scene, braving the biting winter wind and filling up all available places to stay.

It can be said that there were crowds of people, shoulder to shoulder.

"Young Master." Chen Ran, who was sitting on a chair by the window on the second floor of a restaurant facing the street, glanced outside and said, "Isn't the execution site at Caishikou?"

"Caishikou? That's outside the city." Sitting opposite him was Zhang Shize, the grandson of Duke Ying. "Ministers have always been executed at the West Market Archway."

Chen Ran was misled by film and television dramas.

The execution at Caishikou happened during the Qing Dynasty. When the Manchus entered the Shanhai Pass, they occupied the entire inner city and turned it into a Manchu city. Xishi was no exception.

The execution site was moved to Caishikou outside the city.

"Thank you for your advice." Having learned new knowledge, Chen Ran was very polite.

"Zihou." Zhang Shize picked up the wine pot and said earnestly, "We are equals, there is no need to be so polite."

"When you and Qiu Niang are happy, I will be your brother-in-law."

Chen Ran wanted to roll his eyes at this.

Zhang Weixian, the contemporary Duke of Ying, fell in love with the dashing General Chen. When he learned that General Chen was still unmarried, he was so delighted that he insisted on marrying him and giving his granddaughter to him.

Chen Ran felt helpless when he thought of this.

"How can I have a home if the Jiannu is not yet defeated?" There is no other way but to use this excuse to prevaricate.

"You are the Huo Huqi of our Ming Dynasty, Yue Wumu."

Last night in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, I heard about the battles Chen Ran fought all the way from Zunhua City to the edge of the capital.

He killed Ajige, one of the leaders of the Nu chieftain's flag, in battle, and tried his best to protect the city of Zunhua. He defeated the three powerful flags of Jiannu head-on, captured Daishan, one of the four great beiles alive, and frightened the Nu chieftain Huang Taiji so that he fled north in panic. He killed thousands of people in battle and seized countless treasures.

Led by Zhou Yanru, everyone tried their best to flatter him, and finally simply said that he was the Huo Huqi and Yue Wumu of the Ming Dynasty.

When Zhang Shize heard this, his blood boiled. He really wanted to lead the three battalions to fight alongside Chen Ran and kill all the Jian Nu enemies!

"My sister is the most beautiful woman in the capital." The young master winked and laughed strangely, "She is a perfect match for a great hero like you."

"This isn't a romance drama, and she's the most beautiful woman in the capital."

Chen Ran disagreed in his heart, "No matter how beautiful a girl is, can she be as beautiful as those makeup skills and beauty magics on the Internet in the modern world?"

Chen Ran, who has been through all kinds of scams on the Internet, really doesn't care.

He simply changed the subject, "Do you have any news about the relocation of the town?"

"Your Majesty has not yet made up your mind about the relocation of the town." Zhang Shize, who was well-informed, poured wine for Chen Ran. "You know, everyone in the court wants to keep you in the three camps. Father and grandfather also want this."

"Three major camps?" After a moment's silence, Chen Ran lowered his head and chuckled, "Even if I go to Liao Town, I won't go to the three major camps."

The three major camps during the reign of Emperor Chengzu Zhu Di followed Zhu Di in his five expeditions to the northern desert and were extremely powerful and rampant throughout the world.

But two hundred years have passed, and now the three major camps are a quagmire.

Although there are many soldiers on the register, most of them are empty pay.

Soldiers don't receive training all year round and either work as helpers or as odd jobs.

When the Jiannu troops were at the gates of the city and the three camps received orders to go up to the city walls, the wailing was so deafening that it could even be heard in the imperial palace.

Many soldiers simply paid beggars, vagrants and ruffians to take their places in the battlefield.

Zhang Shize was very clear about these things, after all, his family was the chief manager of the three camps. "Now there are people everywhere in the Nine Frontiers. You are such a good fighter, Jizhen can't keep you, and naturally you can't be settled inland. After thinking about it, the only option is Dongjiangzhen, but it's too unfair for you."

"Unfair?" Chen Ran smiled. "As long as we can beat the Tartars, it's not unfair."

Chen Ran, who had made the greatest military achievement since the three major expeditions of the Wanli period, could not continue to stay in Jizhen.

From the emperor to the ministers in the court, no one would allow Jizhen, which is so close to the capital, to be so powerful.

Just like the Duke of England can think about marriage with Chen Ran, but if Zhao Lujiao proposes the idea of ​​marriage, everyone from top to bottom will immediately suppress it with all their strength.

This is the so-called checks and balances that civil servants have summed up over thousands of years.

Now Chen Ran has two places to go. One is to join the three major camps. The emperor and his ministers all hope to recruit this powerful army into the three major camps to increase their sense of security.

After all, when the Jiannu troops were at the gates of the city, everyone was really scared.

But Chen Ran himself didn't want to.

He took the initiative to suggest going to Dongjiang Town.

Ever since Marshal Mao Wenlong was killed by Yuan Chonghuan, a close friend of the Jiannu, the Dongjiang Town, which had once harassed the Jiannu, has never recovered.

Arranging Chen Ran's troops to move to Dongjiang Town is also an option.

As I thought of Marshal Mao, the noise on the street outside suddenly became louder.

Looking over, I saw Commander Yuan, who was imprisoned in a prison car.

When the Jiannu army was at the gates of the city, not only the emperor and his ministers were terrified, but the people in the capital were also in a state of panic.

Once the city is breached, the inevitable outcome is the destruction of families and the death of people.

As soon as the news of Yuan Chonghuan's collusion with the Jian Nu spread, the people in the capital immediately turned their fear into endless anger, and they couldn't wait to vent it on Yuan Chonghuan.

"Steamed buns." Looking at the steamed buns held by many people, Chen Ran was silent for a long time. "Why are you so ignorant?"

Zhang Shize, who was standing by, pretended he didn't know about this custom and enthusiastically introduced it, "It is said among the people that steamed buns can cure diseases. Every time when an execution was about to take place, the people would bring steamed buns, intending to dip them in blood and take them back to cure their diseases."

Chen Ran sat there in silence for a long time.

When Yuan Chonghuan had been dragged to the execution platform outside, he calmed down his helplessness, regret, anger, and fear, and said quietly, "Learning medicine cannot save the country."

Zhang Shize was stunned, "What?" Using steamed buns soaked in blood to treat diseases is not a medical problem, it is a social problem.

It has been nearly two thousand years since Zulong proclaimed himself emperor. During these many years, countless scholars have enjoyed the offerings of the people, but they have not even been able to help the people get rid of ignorance.

What's the point of keeping such scholars?

The cheers in West City grew louder and louder.

After verifying his identity, he read out the decree.

Yuan Chonghuan, who looked thin, was tied to a pillar.

The executioner who had been in the Ministry of Justice for five generations picked up a knife as thin as a cicada's wing.

As the first knife fell, Yuan Chonghuan's cry of pain was drowned out by deafening cheers.

'Snapped! '

Chen Ran put down his glass, stood up and said, "Let's go."

"Why don't you watch it?" Zhang Shize was puzzled. "This is just the beginning."

All that was left for him was a figure walking down the stairs.

Instructing his attendant to pay the bill, Zhang Shize hurriedly chased after him, "Zihou, my grandfather invites you to dinner."

"I don't have time. I have important things to do."

This was not an excuse. Compared to going to the Duke of England's mansion for dinner, he really had more important things to do.

"If not today, then tomorrow." Looking at Chen Ran climbing onto his horse, Zhang Shize shouted, "Come whenever you are free. You must come."

It’s no wonder that he pursued her so closely; this was something the old man had personally instructed him to do.

The Duke of England attaches great importance to professional marriages.

He himself was the chief commander of the three major camps, so he naturally knew to what extent the Ming army had declined and become at that time.

When the world was in chaos, Chen Ran, who possessed powerful military force, suddenly appeared. The experienced Duke of England immediately took action, determined to catch him.

In the evening, Chen Ran led more than ten riders to Wu Xiang's residence in the capital.

"Master Chen."

Wu Xiang, with a smile on his face, came to greet them warmly with his son Wu Sangui.

"Please forgive me for disturbing you, Lord Wu."

"It is a blessing for my family that Lord Chen has come to visit my humble abode." Wu Xiang leaned aside and said, "Please come in."

Wu Xiang's mansion is inconspicuous from the outside, but it is a different world inside.

The Jiangnan garden scenery is filled with carved railings and painted buildings, flower gardens and pools, rockery and strange rocks.

After we took our seats, all kinds of fine wines and delicacies were served like flowing water.

A group of beautiful and graceful singers danced to the sound of stringed instruments, which was truly a magnificent sight.

"Such quality and professionalism would be at least at the level of a song and dance troupe in the modern world."

Chen Ran couldn't help but sigh, it's great to have money.

As for Wu Xiang, whose official position was not high, where did he get so much money to live such a luxurious life? It was naturally earned from the smuggling business with the Jiannu.

The ways to make money in Liaozhen are strictly hierarchical. Those with high status eat Liao salary, those with middle status eat smuggling, and those with low status can only eat empty salary and suck the blood of soldiers.

This is also the reason why, in history, high-level generals like Zu Dashou had to secretly run back to the Ming Dynasty even after being defeated and surrendered.

After all, only by returning to the Ming Dynasty can we get Liao food.

Once the Liao salary was cut off, they would naturally kneel down and kowtow, calling themselves slaves, and happily welcome the royal army into the pass.

Everyone from top to bottom relied on the Jiannu to make a fortune, so naturally they could not destroy them even after years of fighting.

After all these procedures were completed, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill and had watched enough singing and dancing, it was finally time to get down to business.

Wu Xiang invited Chen Ran to his study to taste tea, and Wu Sangui served as his attendant.

"Master Chen." After a few words of tea ceremony, Wu Xiang got straight to the point, "How about handing over all the spoils from the old camp of the Jiannu to me for sale?"

This is the real reason why Chen Ran came to the banquet tonight.

"Antiques, calligraphy and paintings, valuable furniture, porcelain and medicinal herbs. Silk and satin." Chen Ran used the lid of the bowl to move the floating tea leaves. "It's a lot. Can you eat it all?"

Wu Xiang put on a shrewd look, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, "Master Chen, I have the ability."

"The accountant in our army made a rough estimate before." Chen Ran put down the tea bowl and raised a finger. "At least one million taels."

Hearing this, Wu Xiang frowned, but relaxed again after a moment. "You might as well tell Master Chen that Wu has connections in the south and the north. Even if it's a million taels of goods, I can handle it!"

The south is naturally Jiangnan. With the vigorous development of maritime trade, the land of fish and rice in the past no longer grows grain. Cash crops are everywhere, and most of the grain is imported from Huguang and Jiangxi.

The economy and trade here are extremely developed, so naturally it is also very wealthy.

As for the north, there is no doubt that it is the Jiannu and the Mongolian tribes.

They don't have much money, but they know how to rob.

They were worried about where to spend the mountains of gold and silver they had stolen from the Ming Dynasty.

Chen Ran lowered his eyelids, hiding the murderous intent in his eyes. "It won't be long before I will be moving out of town. Time is running out and I need to cash in as soon as possible."

"Master Chen." Wu Xiang looked excited. "I'm not good at fighting. But when it comes to doing business, hehe~~~"

"In that case, I'll leave this matter to you." Chen Ran simply stood up and said, "Tomorrow, Liu Youfu, the logistics manager of our department, will come over to discuss the specific details with Lord Wu. Bye."

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