I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, I don't give up

Chapter 535 Fight!
"Who brought all these changes? It was King Jing! But what makes me feel strange is that although the lives of us ordinary people have become so much better, more and more people are cursing King Jing," said old man Guan with a sigh.

Guan Gui suddenly showed a look of shame on his face.
"The King of Jing is really doing things for the people! But I just can't understand why those bastard emperors have so many people praising their merits, while the King of Jing who works for the country and the people is scolded by so many people." Grandpa Guan said indignantly.

“We are insignificant and have little influence, so we can only keep the kindness of Prince Jing in our hearts. Although Emperor Zhengde is a bastard, he is not confused about major issues. It seems that he wants to pass the throne to Prince Jing and let Prince Jing be the emperor. Finally, there will be someone who is not a bastard to be the emperor. When I think of this, I feel like I can die with my eyes closed.” A smile appeared on Old Man Guan’s face.

"But I didn't expect that there would be complications now. Someone wanted me to die with regrets, and even tried to usurp the throne by driving the King of Jing out of the capital! It's obvious that they don't want the King of Jing to be the emperor!" Grandpa Guan became angry again.
Many villagers' hearts also fluctuated with Grandpa Guan's words, and then they showed angry expressions.
"When I was in school, I learned a word and wanted to teach you. The word is: When a person dies, the government ends!" Grandpa Guan said word by word.

This word was not difficult to understand, and the faces of many villagers changed.
"What I mean is that if the King of Jing fails, all his policies will be canceled by his enemies, and we will return to the old days." Grandpa Guan raised his voice a lot.

"In fact, at my age, death is no longer a scary thing for me. But what I fear most is that after I die, you, the descendants of the Guan family, will live the same hard life as before, generation after generation, without any hope at all." Grandpa Guan swept his sad eyes over everyone present.

The villagers were all filled with grief.
"Today I suddenly realized something. I have lived for eighty-five years. The life I lived in the first seventy years was the norm in this world, while the life in the last ten years seems to be just an accident?" Grandpa Guan said in a confused tone.

"It is precisely because of this that these ten years of good life are so precious."

"Yes! Changing the emperor is the business of the nobles. We are just ordinary people. We should just live our own lives and not get involved in the affairs of the nobles." Old Man Guan looked at the Guan family members in the ancestral hall again.

Then he asked word by word: "Is it--like--?"

The ancestral hall fell into a deathly silence.
"No!" a voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and found that the person who spoke was Guan Gui, whose face was flushed red.
"The change of emperor had nothing to do with us before, but now it has something to do with all of us! It's a matter for all of us!" Guan Gui said gritting his teeth.

"Good!" Grandpa Guan said immediately, "It still has some blood in it!"

"Let me, an old man, teach you a little more! Some things have to be fought for. If you don't fight for them, they will really be gone." Grandpa Guan said meaningfully.

"It's just like when we used to fight for water with the villages upstream. If you don't fight, there won't be enough water to irrigate the land, and you won't be able to harvest enough food, and your whole family will go hungry."

"Just like the current situation, if we don't fight and watch King Jing fail, these good days will leave us and never come back."

"So we must fight! Fight for ourselves! Fight for our descendants!" Guan Gui suddenly interrupted Grandpa Guan and continued.

Guan Gui's words aroused a round of agreement from the villagers.
Old Master Guan also looked at Guan Gui with satisfaction, "Well said!"

"We must keep our present life. King Jing is our greatest hope. He must become the emperor. This is the choice of all of us in Guanjia Village," Guan Gui said in a deep voice. "Well said!" The emotions of the people around were aroused, and they cheered.

"The King of Jing hasn't lost yet! We will knock down the walls of Beijing even if we have to hit them with our heads. If someone doesn't want the King of Jing to be the emperor, we will carry him into the capital, into the Golden Palace, and onto the throne!" Grandpa Guan continued, hitting the ground with his cane.
The sound of the crutches hitting the ground was like a sledgehammer hitting the chest of everyone present, completely igniting everyone's emotions.

"that's all!"

"Lift King Jing onto the throne!"

"it is good!"

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"Grandpa, we kids know what to do! Please rest assured!" Guan Gui suddenly knelt down in front of Grandpa Guan and kowtowed three times.

Then he stood up suddenly, looked at the Guan family members in the ancestral hall, and shouted, "All those with guns should follow me to the capital to support the front!"

After saying that, he strode towards the gate of the ancestral hall. He suddenly opened the gate and the biting cold wind blew in immediately, but he walked out against the cold wind without flinching.
The men of Guanjia Village in the ancestral hall also bid farewell to Grandpa Guan, and then followed without hesitation.
Soon, the screams of pigs and sheep could be heard from all over Guanjia Village. Many villagers killed their own New Year pigs in advance, as they wanted to send the best ones to the front line.
Soon after, the steaming hot meat was put on the cars and soon froze solid.
The convoy of Guanjia Village's support team set off quickly. Guanjia Village did not have enough animal-powered carts, so many villagers pushed wheelbarrows to join the convoy.
There is a touch of different colors in the white snow.
"Your Highness, according to the information we have received so far, the number of Old Guards recruited will be over 200,000, or even more," said Chen Hong, holding a stack of reports.

"This is a good thing. We don't have too many troops now," Zhu Houxuan said with a smile.

"It's a good thing, but the logistical pressure is too great. The weather is too cold. So many people need to keep warm, eat, fight, and rest. It requires a huge amount of manpower and supplies!" Chen Hong said with some distress.

"Didn't we send out conscription orders to the people from all over the country? Conscripting them to come to the capital with food and warm clothes to support the front," Zhu Houxun said lightly.

"But...but will they really come? It's so cold and the road is so difficult to walk on," Chen Hong said somewhat unconfidently.

Zhu Houxuan stood up straight and looked into the distance. "A great man once said: The eyes of the people are sharp. So I never worry that what I do will not be seen by the people!"

"People also have a scale in their hearts, and they will make the right choice."

"I have great confidence in them. Do you have confidence in them?" Zhu Houxuan turned around and asked with a smile.

(End of this chapter)