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Chapter 1116: The Glory of the Ming Dynasty, Dominating Japan
Summer of the 32nd year of Jiajing’s reign.

The army that conquered Japan was divided into five parts and began to clear the Japanese islands.

Jiang Qingzhi ordered to capture more prisoners.

"Mining the silver mine requires a large number of people. Those daimyo, prisoners of war, and Japanese prisoners of war... God has mercy on life and will give them a way out."

Mr. Jiang had a look of compassion on his face, and everyone praised him.

The death rate from silver mining these days is hard to describe. How could those powerful people survive it?

Matsugi Yoshiko set out with the reorganized 10,000 prisoners, nominally led by Ashikaga Yoshiteru.

The news came just as Iwami Ginzan was beginning large-scale mining.

"The Japanese Emperor has passed away!"

"The capital city was flooded and burned down."

In the lobby, civil and military officials looked at Jiang Qingzhi quietly.

The young official smiled and said, "God has his way!"

……

With the end of the Ming army's clearing, peace gradually returned to the archipelago.

Maintenance associations everywhere...Don't laugh, they are just maintenance associations.

After defeating the coalition forces, Jiang Qingzhi ordered the accompanying officials to follow the army to fight and suppress the rebellion, and to gather a group of guides from various places. He then formed a maintenance association headed by these people to maintain local rule.

Jiang Qingzhi then sent someone to the capital to report the victory and urged the court to send personnel to govern the Xinjiang territory.

That’s right!
Japan no longer exists.

……

Two farmers, one pulling and the other pushing a cart, walked into the former battlefield with joy after the autumn harvest.

"Brother, is it true that taxes will be reduced by half this year?" The young man still couldn't believe it.

The older man pushed the cart, his dark face showing joy. "That's what Chang Wei Bo said. You didn't listen last time. Those... people from the maintenance association said that the fake emperor came from the Former Qin Dynasty, and his ancestor was Xu Fu. He was from the Central Plains."

"Ah! He's actually from the Central Plains?"

"Xu Fu brought 3,000 boys and girls to the shore, and they multiplied and prospered, and that's how we came into being. So, we are real people from the Central Plains, Han people, do you understand?"

"That's a good thing!"

"Who said it wasn't!" The eldest brother laughed happily, "Chang Wei Bo said that since we are a family, it doesn't make sense for the people of Ming Dynasty to live a good life while the brothers and sisters on the archipelago suffer from hunger and cold. When His Majesty heard the news, he immediately issued an order to reduce taxes by half this year."

"Your Majesty is wise!"

"That is."

"Brother, what about next year?"

People are always chasing things in life. They desire to get something, but when they get it, they feel bored and then go after something better.

If you cannot get what you want, you will suffer... and eventually be defeated by the increasingly high threshold of desire.

"The people from the maintenance association said that we'll have to see the situation next year. They said that if the archipelago is stable, it's very likely that... it will be like this in the future."

"Oh my God! Then we can have enough food to eat, right?"

"I can still have white rice every now and then."

"Brother, even a god wouldn't change that day!"

"That's right. Your Majesty is wise!" The eldest brother laughed and said, "Chang Wei Bo is also kind."

"Then... maybe it will be stable next year?"

"The people in the maintenance association said that most people today are loyal to the Central Plains and to His Majesty and the Ming Dynasty, but there are always some bastards. The remnants of the false emperor are unwilling to give in and always want to restore the throne."

"Damn it! The taxes were so heavy that we couldn't even breathe, and now those evildoers want to continue to exploit us!"

"Yes! The people from the maintenance association said that anyone who reports something and it is verified will be rewarded handsomely."

"When I have nothing to do, I will go around the village and see who the remnants are."

"Still waiting for you? Someone has already done this."

"No wonder there are so many idle people in the village recently."

The eldest brother straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "They said Long Wilbur made a pile of corpses here. It's so scary. Why didn't I see it?"

My brother said, "That's probably just a bluff."

"Hmm!" The eldest brother was about to bend down, "Hey! There... I remember when I passed by there last year, wasn't it empty? How come there is a mountain?"

"where?"

"Front!"

Following the direction of his elder brother's finger, the young man looked around and asked, "Brother, did you remember it wrong?"

"How could I remember it wrong? Let's go and take a look." The eldest brother said excitedly, "Could it be that the gods moved the mountain?"

The two brothers pushed and pulled the cart closer to the mountain.

In the autumn wind, a huge earthen hill stretches across the wilderness.

The two brothers stood at the foot of the hill and looked up.

Dried hands and feet stretched out from the hill of earth. Occasionally, half of a dried head was exposed, and there was endless darkness in the deep eye sockets.

“It’s… it’s a mountain of corpses!”

The two peasants screamed.

They turned and ran.

But they didn't run far before they stopped and turned back.

"This is the pile of corpses that Long Wilbur created!"

The cart was filled with freshly harvested grain, but if it was discarded, the two brothers would not survive the winter.

They walked back and looked up at the mountain of corpses again.

Kneel down.

Worship sincerely.

As news of the mountain of corpses spread across the archipelago, people in various places began to offer sacrifices to a new god.

"What god?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.

Fighting against obscene worship is also one of his responsibilities. Matsuki Ryoko hesitated for a moment, "Yes... yes, Master."

What?
Jiang Qingzhi was confused. Xu Wei asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Evil God!"

Jiang Qingzhi's face was full of black lines.

The big cauldron in my mind suddenly shook.

Jiang Qingzhi took a look and saw that the number dial still did not move.

But strangely enough, Jiang Qingzhi was calm at this moment.

He walked out of the hall and whispered, "The fate of a country is not determined by heaven, but by the people's hearts! What I want to do is not to save the fate of the country, but to revive the people's hearts. When the people of this Ming Dynasty, this Central Plains, are excited, and when everyone has the ambition to make progress, who can stop the fate of the Ming Dynasty? Not even God!"

The big cauldron turned slowly, emitting a... Jiang Qingzhi felt it was a gentle breath.

As if relieved.

It also seems like lost.

It's like a father watching his child fly away. That feeling of loss is melancholy.

……

Capital.

In the West Garden under the autumn wind, the guard looked at the flower trees that were planted last year and said with some regret: "No one comes to dig the trees. It's really lonely like snow!"

The man who dug the tree went out to sea.

We set out in early spring and it is now late autumn. Apart from a memorial that came before we set out to sea, there has been no news since then.

"Why, we're much more relieved now that Chief Wilbur is away, so why are you unhappy?" someone asked.

The guard sighed, "Didn't you notice that with Lord Wei away from the capital, even the autumn wind has become a little more melancholy."

"Li Wei, are you dreaming of being a poet again?" someone laughed.

The guard looked at his companion with disdain, "I wanted to follow Long Wilbur to the overseas expedition and write poems for him, but unfortunately..."

"Hey! Prince Yu is here."

The guards quickly stood in position.

Prince Yu is different now. After Prince Jing withdrew from the fight for the throne, the position of the crown prince is no longer in doubt. Although Daoye has not appointed a crown prince, this is a done deal, and everyone regards Prince Yu as the crown prince.

"Greetings, Your Highness!" The guards saluted.

"Hmm!" Prince Yu frowned and hurried to the West Garden.

"Father!"

Still separated by a door, the Taoist asked, "What's the matter?"

"Father, a group of merchants from the north were heading south to trade at sea, but they were robbed halfway."

"Ok?"

Although there was a door between them, Prince Yu still felt the anger. "I just left the palace and ran into a soldier who was delivering the message. The news should have reached Zhilu by now."

The Taoist narrowed his eyes, "The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop. Some people want to cut off Qingzhi's escape route. Order the Jinyiwei and the Dongchang to conduct a thorough investigation... You go there."

Prince Yu was startled. "Yes."

Huang Jin looked at Prince Yu in a hurry with complicated eyes, then turned around and went into the hall.

The Taoist priest sat cross-legged on a futon, wearing a Taoist robe, and said calmly, "The Imperial Guards are my henchmen, and the Eastern Depot is my household slave. They should be like forbidden meat, and no one else should be allowed to touch them. But it's strange that I let the third brother appoint them?"

"Yes." Huang Jin lowered his head, with a guess in his mind.

"Before Qingzhi left, I had a long talk with him. He said that everything in the world is like fine sand. The more you want to hold it tightly, the faster it will slip away. When I first practiced and took the elixir, I wanted to hold on to the fine sand called life and health, but the tighter I held it, the faster it slipped away. I pondered for a long time and deeply agreed with him. I haven't taken the elixir for half a year, and I feel that my body has gradually become much stronger."

Taoist's eyes were gentle, "Let go, accept everything, God will naturally arrange everything. Just listen. This is Qingzhi hinting to me that I don't need to hold on to anything, and I should let go when it's time to let go.

The third son is destined to be the emperor. If I keep holding on to power, how can he grow? If something happens to me, he will take over power hastily, and the ministers will fight back... How can he resist without any experience? If he is not careful, he will become a puppet. The power that I hold tightly will eventually be lost in the hands of my children and grandchildren..."

Huang Jin was greatly shocked. The Taoist priests were quite puzzled and frustrated that the Taoist priest had stopped taking the elixir recently. Huang Jin didn't know why.

It turned out to be Jiang Qingzhi's advice.

Is there anyone in this world who can make me give up my habit of taking pills for many years?
That person is the one whom Daoye trusts the most!

none of them!

"After letting go and thinking things through, I suddenly feel that everything is clear before my eyes. It turns out that the reason I have been trapped in the Western Garden is not because of the oppression of the ministers, but because of myself. This cage is called... power!"

There was a sense of relief in Daoye's eyes. "I wonder how the war against Japan is going."

Outside the hall, there were suddenly hurried footsteps.

The Taoist said calmly: "It's Yan Song... Zhu Xizhong."

What made the two close ministers so flustered?

As soon as Huang Jin went out, he was pushed away by Zhu Xizhong.

What the hell!

Is Duke Chengguo crazy?

Zhu Xizhong rushed into the hall, "Your Majesty, victory news!"

The Taoist raised an eyebrow, "But Japan?"

"Exactly!"

Zhu Xizhong held the victory report in his hand and said ecstatically: "Qingzhi reported victory. In August, the army fought a decisive battle with the Japanese coalition forces. We defeated the enemy in one battle, killed 130,000 people, and built a Jingguan next to the battlefield. Your Majesty, I am very happy!"

The Taoist's brows slowly relaxed and he stretched out his hand. Zhu Xizhong was startled and realized that he had not reported the victory.

He didn't know what was written in the victory report, he just learned about the battle report from the messenger.

The Taoist priest opened the seal and took out the victory report.

"Eight words!" The Taoist laughed.

Just eight words.

Bro, are you drifting?
Zhu Xizhong was stunned, worried that the Taoist priest would be angry.

Yan Song's eyes were slightly cold, and he lowered his head and looked at the gold bricks.

Dao Ye said slowly:
"The glory of the Ming Dynasty, reigning over Japan!"

(End of this chapter)