Rise From the Humble

"Hey, if you don't mind that young man on horseback, you can live with me."

Just when Zhu Pingan got on his horse and was about to find an inn to stay, he suddenly heard a deep and hoarse voice coming from behind him.

In an inn filled with ridicules and eye-rolls, this voice was very abrupt.

Out of curiosity, Zhu Ping'an pulled the horse's reins, turned its head, and looked in the direction of the inn following the sound.

The person who spoke was a man with a Chinese character face who was about 1.75 meters tall. He was in his thirties. He was dressed simply, but he looked upright. He stood there like an unsheathed sword.

Although this man was dressed simply, the staff at the inn were very respectful to him. Perhaps compliments and flattery would be more appropriate.

Therefore, Zhu Pingan became a little curious about this person.

"It's not what I asked for. After a long drought, there is rain, and it's too late to thank him." Zhu Pingan turned over and dismounted, bowed to the man from a distance, and thanked him loudly with a smile.

"Hahaha, you are an interesting young man, and my room is quite spacious." The man smiled, then turned to the station staff standing beside him and asked in a positive tone, "Is it against the rules for me to do this? Do you need to report back to Yi Cheng?"

After hearing the man's question, the staff at the post station had complimentary smiles on their faces. They shook their heads and said, "It's not against the rules. There's no need to bother Mr. Yi Cheng with such a trivial matter. Mr. Yang is really old-fashioned and warm-hearted."

The man was not impressed by the compliments from the inn staff at all. He didn't even have the intention to deal with it. He turned around and didn't even look at the inn staff again.

"My lord, thank you very much." Zhu Ping'an led the horse to the man's side and once again expressed his gratitude.

"It's just a little effort." The man waved his hand nonchalantly.

After saying a few words, Zhu Pingan followed the instructions of the inn staff, put the horses in the inn stable, and then followed the man to his room with the package on his back.

This inn is much better than the inn where Zhu Pingan lived in the past. The buildings in the inn are much cleaner and wider, and even much better than most inns. The room this person lives in is almost one of the best rooms in the inn. The room is a two-entry suite. The outer room is slightly smaller, and the inner room is the master bedroom, which is much more spacious.

"You can rest here." The man led Zhu Ping'an outside. "I can't live in two rooms by myself anyway."

Zhu Ping'an cupped his hands and thanked him.

The clothes this man wore were not much better than his own. They were very simple. He probably wasn't from a very good family either. When he called me at the door of the inn, he probably felt pity for me because he was plainly dressed.

It's just that I don't know what position this person is. Judging from the courteous and flattering behavior of the station staff, this person should have an unusual status.

"Thank you so much, sir. I am late-born Zhu Ping'an, from Anqing Prefecture. I haven't asked you for your surname yet. I would like to thank you for your safety in the future." After Zhu Ping'an put the things outside, he bowed his hands to the man.

"This is not worth thanking. Anyway, I can't live in two rooms alone. I think you are a good candidate at a young age, and your future will be limitless. These people in the post station are the best at taking advantage of the high and taking the low. You don't need to take it to heart. My last name is Yang, whose name is Zhongfang. You don’t have to call me big and small, you are older than you, so you can call me Brother Yang.”

Yang Zhongfang shook his head with a smile, patted Zhu Ping'an's shoulder, and pointed to himself.

Yang Zhongfang?

Hearing Yang Zhongfang's three words, Zhu Ping'an was shocked, as if struck by lightning. During the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, who had the surname Yang and the given name Zhongfang? Could it be Yang Jisheng who is known as "the most fierce man in the Ming Dynasty"?

As for why Yang Jisheng is said to be the most fierce man in the Ming Dynasty, there are reasons for this. The officials of the Ming Dynasty were notorious for their reputation and life, and no one dared to scold them from the emperor to the hundred officials. Yang Jisheng and Yang Lian are the representatives of this group of fierce men, and they are the fierce men of this group of fierce men. Although Yang Jisheng is not a speaker, he often does the job of a speaker, so it is not unreasonable to classify him as a speaker.

Yang Jisheng came from a farm family and herded cattle when he was a child. He did not enter school until he was thirteen years old. However, he won the imperial examination in his twenties and the Jinshi at the age of thirty-one. He was in the same class as Zhang Juzheng. He has no money or power, but he has a life and dares to risk his life.

This man has impeached the number one leader in the army, and also the number one leader in politics.

Impeachment of such a ruthless person will definitely not bring good results. I don't want to go into too much detail, anyway, this person has been imprisoned many times because of impeachment. Once before being imprisoned, he was beaten with more than a hundred canes. His skin was torn and his flesh was rotten. This guy broke a bowl in prison and used the pieces to cut off the rotten meat. His expression remained unchanged. It is said that the prison chief was watching the fun. They all trembled and fainted. A colleague offered to give him a snake gallbladder to relieve pain, but this buddy not only refused, but also said that I have the guts myself, why do I need snake gallbladder!

Therefore, this buddy is well-deserved as the number one fierce man in the Ming Dynasty.

If it was Yang Jisheng, he should have been impeached and imprisoned by the army this time. After being imprisoned, he was promoted to three levels in a row. He was recommended by Yan Song and went to the capital to serve as a member of the military selection department, Wai Lang. This also makes sense why the people at the inn would flatter him so much, this is the person recommended by Yan Shoufu. Of course, Yan Song will regret it soon.

How lucky to meet the real person. Zhu Pingan looked at Yang Jisheng, breathing a little short of breath. Think about it, such an upright person finally fell into such a field, it can't help but make people indignant.

I must do my best to prevent this tragedy from happening.

"Brother Zhu, what's wrong?" Yang Jisheng couldn't help asking strangely when he saw Zhu Pingan staring at him with wide eyes.

"No, no." Zhu Pingan shook his head with a smile.

"Oh." Yang Jisheng nodded, and then said to Zhu Ping'an, "I think Brother Zhu is so tired, he must have traveled a long way here. Turn left when you go out and you will find the back kitchen of the inn. Please use my name. , let’s have some light meals. It’s better to go to bed early after the meal, and I have something important to do for my brother, so I’ll excuse you first.”

Zhu Pingan watched Yang Jisheng enter the inner room with his hands raised, and then went to the inn's back kitchen as Yang Jisheng said. Regardless of the eyes of the inn staff, he ordered two steamed buns and one porridge and side dishes, and ate them slowly.

After dinner, the sun had already set, Zhu Ping'an returned to the room, and the room where Yang Jisheng was was already lit with oil lamps. Zhu Pingan made the bed a little bit, then lit up the oil lamp, and started reading at night.

The night was silent, the moon was misty, and the entire inn was shrouded in darkness. Only the two rooms where Zhu Ping'an and Yang Jisheng were were still lit, and the dim candlelight stretched out the swaying shadows, making them appear particularly quiet.

At about midnight, Zhu Pingan received the scroll, extinguished the oil lamp, and fell into a deep sleep.