Distant Mountain Battle Song

Chapter 68 There really aren't any good people in Izumo Prefecture.

Compared to braised pork, Yun Ce preferred the rice he bought yesterday.

Whether I was wandering in the wilderness, living a simple life in Hekou Village, or watching the excitement in Pingyuan City and Sheyang City, I never had the chance to properly observe this great Han world.

Just now, he picked up a grain of rice with his chopsticks and looked at it for a long time. The raw rice was the size of a peanut. After steaming, it would be the size of half an egg, just the right size to swallow in one bite.

The raw rice looked like something good, but after it was steamed, Yun Ce felt that life on Earth was just too damn miserable.

Yun Ce had grown rice in the Yellow River Bay area of ​​Ningxia. At that time, in order to educate the Party members, I don't know which leader had lost his mind, he didn't allow the use of machinery and planted it all by hand. After three days, Yun Ce felt like his back was gone.

When it was time to harvest in autumn, he held the heavy ears of rice and sighed for a long time.

After taking a bite of the big man's rice, Yun Ce felt that his sentimental remarks in Ningxia were not worth it. The sweet and soft rice that had just entered his mouth was called "秙" here!

Feng An said that this thing is a kind of aquatic plant by the water. It doesn't need to be planted. It will sprout in the spring and mature in the autumn. There are many of them by the water in the sunny south of the wasteland. However, they are not easy to collect. The main reason is that there is a kind of insect in the water where this thing grows that likes to suck blood, so no one is willing to collect it...

Upon hearing what he said, Yun Ce wanted to smash his rice bowl over his face.

If people are unwilling to collect even something like this, then what about the slaves in Pingyuan City and Sheyang City who are about to starve to death, and what about that little girl who likes to eat dirt?
Yun Ce put down his rice bowl and looked at Zhang Min, who was still eating with great relish, and said, "When I was wandering in the wilderness with the pigs, there was an endless supply of food, such as nuts on trees, fruits and roots from plants. After returning to Hekou Village and living with people, I experienced hunger for the first time. So, can we say that living with the Han government is not as good as living with the pigs?"

Zhang Min crunched and swallowed a piece of pork cartilage, then filled a bowl with rice and piled five or six pieces of braised pork on top before finally paying attention to Yun Ce.

"Living in a walled city, building a city to live in, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, is a rule established by our ancestors. People cannot leave their place of residence even by a day's journey."

Seeing that Zhang Min was about to start eating again, Yun Ce quickly said, "If it's just for safety, people can set off in groups."

Seeing the delicious food right in front of her but unable to eat it, Zhang Min said somewhat impatiently, "If you've ever hung out with pigs, you should know that wild animals also live in groups, and their groups are much larger."

Yun Ce pressed down on Zhang Min's hand holding the chopsticks and said, "Explain yourself. I see that your 'Pig Slaughtering King' doesn't take any effort at all."

Zhang Min said angrily, "The Han Dynasty has a territory of 100,000 miles and a population of 600 to 700 million. There are no more than 10,000 people who can kill the Pig King. You live well in the wilderness because you are a pig spirit. Even if you were thrown into the Ghost Land, you could still live a life without worry about food and clothing."

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Feng An said to Yun Ce, "Since childhood, the elders have told us not to go to the wilderness, and even less to go far away alone. The city is the safest place."

The Han Dynasty expanded its territory, opening up fertile lands and peaceful places. Savages, barbarians, ghosts, and large wild beasts were driven away. However, poisonous insects and some insidious small beasts still existed in the wilderness. They were the most dangerous. Moreover, people living in the wilderness for a long time were prone to all kinds of strange diseases. Once infected, it was not just one or two people who died, but a group of people.

To be honest, I was quite surprised to hear from Eji that the two of you often camped out and wandered around.

While Feng An was talking, Zhang Min ate another bowl of rice. Still not satisfied, she continued to fill her bowl with rice, picking out the pieces of meat that caught her eye. Finally, she even used a wooden spoon to scoop out the broth and mix it with her rice.

Such appalling table manners would have been met with Yun Ce's chopsticks or bowl flying across the table, no matter how beautiful the woman opposite him was.

Turning around, I found that Eji did the same thing, even worse than Zhang Min. Because she took care of more people, it was understandable that she was worse.

While eating, Zhang Min said, "You see, this is why I'm so lenient with you. You're not a pig demon, which means you're a true Han Chinese. As a Han Chinese, you're a talent we desperately need. Even if you do something outrageous, we'll still look at you differently."

Yun Ce chuckled and said, "Those slaves who died in Pingyuan City and Sheyang City are truly grateful for your special treatment."

After eating six bowls of rice and three pounds of meat, Zhang Min was finally full. She rubbed her stomach in front of everyone without any regard for her image, and said leisurely.

Why do you pity them?

"They are all human beings, and Han Chinese at that, so why can't we sympathize with them?"

Zhang Min pointed at Eji with his finger without any politeness and said, "Her ancestors participated in the Duling Rebellion and were key figures. That rebellion killed and injured 13 million people and affected six provinces and 21 prefectures of the Han Dynasty. It took the court six years to quell the rebellion."

More than a hundred men in her family were beheaded, and sixty-nine women were killed. The remaining women were exiled to Yunzhou, with no possibility of pardon.

After finishing speaking, Eji paused slightly, then pointed at Feng An and said, "Do you know that his ancestors were corrupt officials who hid and stole military rations?"

Before Zhang Min could point to Liang Kun, he quickly raised his hands and said, "My ancestors were wronged."

Zhang Min scoffed upon hearing this and said, "Injustice? The fishermen of Hushan City still dare not forget a man named Liang Huai, so much so that every midsummer, everyone eats a food called Liang Huai Tou."

You still dare to cry foul?
"Liu Chang'an, let me tell you, there aren't many good people in Chuyun Prefecture. Even if they're good now, the blood of evil still flows in their veins. Using them to warm the bed is fine for a while, but if you treat them as your young master or a trusted confidant, be careful. After all, none of them are good people."

Zhang Min ate a large meal at Yun Ce's house, fulfilled her duty of sowing discord, and before leaving, she drank a bowl of wild vegetable and egg drop soup that Yun Ce had prepared. She wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, got up, and left.

Eji hung her head, not daring to look Yun Ce in the eye. Feng An anxiously pressed his hand on the table, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. Liang Kun looked like he had no will to live, his eyes darting around as if he wanted to commit suicide.

Yun Ce poured himself a bowl of egg drop soup, took a sip, and swallowed the food residue stuck to his teeth.

Then, he placed his hands on the stone table and said to the three people in front of him, "My name is Yun Ce, not Liu Chang'an. You don't need to worry about the evil blood in your bodies."

Because the blood flowing in my veins is even more incompatible with the Han than the blood flowing in your veins.

Now, let's continue eating.

Eji knew the name Yun Ce. When Yun Ce mentioned his name, she immediately stopped feeling ashamed and muttered while holding her bowl, "She eats so much."

Feng An withdrew his hand and said casually, "Ancestors are ancestors, and I am me."

Liang Kun said nervously, "I won't be able to go to Hushan City anymore."

After the three of them finished speaking, Yun Ce couldn't help but burst into laughter. E Ji laughed along with him, and then Feng An and Liang Kun also laughed. The three of them laughed until tears streamed down their faces.

The saying "a thief's son is still a thief" may not be accurate in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is an ironclad rule in the eyes of the government.

The government is already full of thieves, bandits, and villains. If it recruits a large number of their descendants, how will the people of the world survive?

Yun Linchuan once told Yun Ce that when starting a rebellion, local ruffians and hooligans are all talented people. But once the cause is successful, if you want long-term stability, you must remove such people from the ranks as soon as possible.

Sometimes, seemingly ruthless and drastic measures are far better than planting a time bomb for the future. Sacrificing a group of people to benefit millions of families is a politician's necessary courage and decisiveness.

As a member of a political family, Yun Ce has never sympathized with any unfortunate political animal. First of all, anyone who gets involved in politics is no longer human. Their emotions are not the same as those of ordinary people, even their joys and sorrows are purposeful.

As for what the real self, sitting in the Niwan Palace, is like, only Heaven knows.

Eji, Feng An, and Liang Kun are all good partners who have been tested and are also Yun Ce's closest people in this world. Moreover, Zhang Min traced their villainous bloodline back too far. A hundred years have passed, which is still a hundred years of the Divine Dragon Calendar. Their villainous ancestors' villainous bloodline has long been diluted to almost nothing.

Even if the descendants of the same person marry on the spot a hundred years later, it is still permissible. Therefore, if they turn bad, it is their own business and has nothing to do with their villainous ancestors.

With Zhang Min's recommendation, Yun Ce, Feng An, and Liang Kun's registration at the Registrar's Office went exceptionally smoothly.

From then on, the three of them focused on their studies and prepared for the upcoming competition.

Yun Ce, who was reciting "The Biography of King Huo," suddenly looked up and asked Feng An and Liang Kun, who were studying diligently, "What will be tested in this competition?"

Feng An looked at Yun Ce in shock and said, "You don't know?"

Yun Ce shrugged and said, "I'm a savage, should I know that?"

Liang Kun gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't your letter of recommendation say you were a man of exceptional talent, fit to be a prime minister?"

Yun Ce laughed and said, "Of course I have the talent to be a prime minister, but does the talent to be a prime minister have anything to do with exams?"

Upon hearing this, Feng An immediately picked up his reading notes, pulled "The Legend of King Huo" from Yun Ce's hands and threw it aside, anxiously saying, "Hurry up and read it. The competition is in three days. To ensure fairness, the exam questions have already been sent to Anran Tower and are hanging in the center of the main hall."

Upon hearing this, Yun Ce smiled and said to Feng An and Liang Kun, "I'll go take a look."

"That's something we can watch too?" Liang Kun's voice already sounded like a rooster crowing.

　I'm still begging for votes, I'm still begging for votes, I'm begging for votes and subscriptions like crazy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)