Sky Curtain: The opening scene explains the four major cases of the Ming Dynasty plus the early Ming

When the gentry class used the most vicious words to build a line of public opinion to attack "Zhu Qiyu".

They believed that they controlled the discourse and the "greater good."

They believed that they still had the final say in the world.

But they overlooked it.

The light in the sky is fair.

It shone not only into the ornately decorated mansions, but also into the drafty thatched huts.

……

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Haozhou.

A young beggar, who had just lost all his relatives due to drought and plague and was on the verge of starvation, was huddled in a corner of a dilapidated temple, waiting for death to come.

His name was Zhu Chongba.

Just as his consciousness was fading, the sky descended.

He couldn't understand the complicated theories about the "Little Ice Age".

He also couldn't grasp the grand concept of "the survival of civilization".

However, he understood those few simplest yet most thrilling words.

"Don't say the stone man has only one eye; he can stir up the Yellow River and the world to rebel."

"Heaven sends demonic armies to kill the injustice; the injustice kills the injustice; the injustice kills the injustice, and peace reigns after all injustice is eradicated!"

"When people really can't survive, they will 'rebel'; they don't need anyone to teach them."

boom!

These words were like a thunderbolt, shattering Zhu Chongba's chaotic mind.

For the first time, a faint yet terrifying light ignited in his eyes, which were so thin from hunger that only the whites remained.

rebel?

So... it's possible?

So, when you feel like you can't go on living, is there another way besides waiting to die?

Immediately afterwards, he heard the earth-shattering plan spoken by the later emperor named Zhu Qiyu.

They cut off the flesh of the gentry in Jiangnan and fed it to the officials in the north.

The land confiscated from the gentry was distributed to landless peasants.

Zhu Chongba's body trembled violently.

He doesn't understand what "open strategy" or "divide and conquer" means.

All he knew was that the emperor, who was high above all others, said he would divide the land among them... these "peasants" who weren't even considered human.

At this moment, something unprecedented called "hope" sprouted wildly in his desolate heart, like weeds.

He struggled to his feet from the cold ground.

He walked out of the dilapidated temple, looked at the tragic scene of starving corpses everywhere and cries of agony, and then looked up at the resolute figure in the sky.

A low, beast-like growl escaped his throat.

"Injustice... Slay all the injustice... and peace will prevail..."

He clenched his fists, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He didn't know what the future held, but he knew he didn't want to die.

He wants to live.

He's going to... kill all those "unjust people"!

……

Not just at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

Yangcheng at the end of the Qin Dynasty.

A farmer named Chen Sheng and a soldier named Wu Guang were stranded on the road by a heavy rain.

According to Qin law, being late for the appointed time was punishable by death.

Despair enveloped everyone.

Just then, Judy Jun's voice rang out from the sky like a divine oracle.

"I just want to give them a better option than 'exchanging children to eat' or 'selling their children'."

"An option that can direct their anger precisely at their true enemies, rather than letting them die needlessly in internal strife."

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang exchanged a glance, and in each other's eyes they saw a blazing fire of madness.

"The people have suffered under Qin for far too long!"

Chen Sheng looked at the equally desperate soldiers around him, then at the sky, and suddenly raised his arms and shouted.

"Whether we perish now or launch a grand plan, we will still die. Since we are going to die anyway, is it not better to die for our country?"

"Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?"

This time, his shouts were no longer just desperate screams.

It also carried with it an unprecedented clarity and...awareness, ignited by the sky!

Their enemy is not each other, nor the harsh laws, but the one who created those laws, the one high above... the Great Qin!

……

From the Yellow Turban rebels at the end of the Han Dynasty, to the salt merchants at the end of the Tang Dynasty, and then to the starving post station workers at the end of the Ming Dynasty...

In every corner of an era when people are oppressed to the extreme.

Countless numb, desperate eyes lit up again at this moment.

They may not understand those profound principles.

But they understood the map depicting the division of wealth in Jiangnan and the phrase "distribute the land to the farmers."

For the first time, the seed of "rebellion" in their hearts was nourished by "justice" and "hope".

The curses of scholars still echo across time and space.

But a larger, more silent, and more terrifying force is quietly gathering at the bottom of history.

Once this power is awakened, it is enough to... burn everything!

……

At this moment, there are two extremes: the gentry and the common people.

Another group also fell into a violent ideological upheaval.

That is... the army!

The Jingtai reign in a parallel universe.

Military camps in the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

The Ming soldiers, who had just fought a so-called "Battle of Beiping," were gathered on the drill ground.

They listened to all of the plans of the new emperor, Zhu Qiyu, as heard from the sky.

Every face was etched with complexity.

There was shock, there was confusion, but more than anything, there was a strange...excitement!

"Give...give us some land?"

An old soldier, missing an arm, muttered to himself.

"The new emperor is giving us the land that those corrupt officials and gentry in Jiangnan used by?

"Really? Would the emperor be so kind?" A young soldier next to him asked, his face full of disbelief.

"But on the sky... that emperor is none other than the newly enthroned Jingtai Emperor! He described it clearly!"

He said he wanted us, the officers and soldiers from the north, to become the "new elites"!

The term "new rich" is too distant for them.

But "land" and "wealth" are real temptations!

Why do they serve in the military and risk their lives?

Isn't it all just to have enough to eat, to earn a few acres of meager land for the family, and to bring honor to the ancestors?

But what about reality?

They shed blood and sacrificed their lives on the front lines, while their families in the rear might be driven to their deaths by landlords because they couldn't pay their rent!

Their military achievements were casually erased by the civil service.

Their compensation was embezzled by officials at every level.

They are just a group of tools that are used and discarded!

But now, this new emperor is telling them, you are not tools!

You are knives!

It's my knife!

As long as you swing your swords and cut down those Jiangnan gentry who once rode on your heads, you will get everything you've ever dreamed of!

This...this is simply the best deal in the world!

Standing on the high platform, Yu Qian looked down at the soldiers below and saw the flames of "greed" and "desire" burning ever brighter in their eyes. He was filled with mixed emotions.

He panicked. Damn Tianmu, damn Zhu Qiyu, how dare they do this!

From the bottom of his heart, he detested this blatant distribution of land to peasants, as it did not conform to the "kingly way" he had learned.

However, he had to admit that this was the only, and the most effective, way for Zhu Qiyu to regain power at the moment!

"It's fake, fake, all fake! That's a lie Tianmu is telling you to deceive you!"

The more Yu Qian spoke, the more suspicion and hostility he aroused among the soldiers present. They had all witnessed the events shown on the screen earlier, including Yu Qian's collusion with Chen Xun, Wang Wen, and the wicked Empress Sun Ruowei in harming the retired Emperor Zhu Qizhen, and the murder of Duke Zhang Fu at Tumu Fortress. They just didn't say anything, but that didn't mean they didn't know. Now that the land was mentioned, he actually said it was fake? Even if it was real, he said it was fake. He really was a traitor!

At this moment, the "knife" that Zhu Dijun had planned had been initially forged.

Its sharp edge is fully revealed, and its murderous aura is palpable!

Meanwhile, the two founders of the Ming Dynasty fell into an unprecedented and prolonged silence in the face of this revolutionary scene.