Chapter 13: Men (Part 2)

After saying this, Zhu Chongjiu made him red and panting like a cow, but he couldn't even get a word.

To be honest, even if Sesame Li really passes the position to Zhao Junyong, he will not pass the Huaiyang faction's foundation and the command of the Huai'an army to the latter. At most, he will say congratulations to Zhao and then give gifts to the situation, and he will never interact with each other from now on.

Now he is not the Zhu Bashiyi who had no personal pursuits and was determined to hug Zhu Yuanzhang's thighs. In terms of territory, his "territory" is no longer much smaller than Liu Futong; in terms of strength, although the total number of troops of the Huai'an army was only 140,000, half of them were fully trained combat soldiers, weapons, armor and professionalism, far from being comparable to other red scarf princes; in terms of prestige, the name of Zhu Fozi was no longer under the three men of Marshal Liu, Emperor Xu and Monk Peng, so why did he ask him to hand over the gains of his bloody battle to an outsider?

Besides, even if he wants to share it himself, can anyone in this world eat it? Sesame Li is right. Neither Peng Da, Mao Gui, nor Zhao Junyong could subdue the generals of the Huai'an army. If he couldn't do it well, an internal strife would break out in an instant, making Sesame Li in the underworld and unable to live in peace.

"Don't worry, although I, Old Li, is not confused." Seeing Zhu Chongjiu being embarrassed, I wished to snatch the door and ran out, Sesame Li smiled again and declared with a proud face, "These days, Zhao Junyong has been circling me almost every day. Peng Da also travels early and late, asking about his well-being. I know what they want, but I will never give it to them."

"Master, Master, Master, you are thinking too much. As long as you get better, all problems will disappear." Zhu Chongjiu became more and more embarrassed when he heard this, lowered his head and stammered.

If he hadn't known Sesame Li very well, he would have even suspected that at this moment, a large group of swords and axes were ambushing around the ward, waiting for someone to give him a command and rushed out and dismember him from his body.

However, Sesame Li is not that kind of person. With the fine division of labor of various departments under the Huaiyang General Administration, such a ridiculous thing will never be allowed to happen on his own territory. Therefore, in addition to hoping that Sesame Li will get better as soon as possible and delay the conflict indefinitely, Zhu Chongjiu really doesn't know how he should face the inheritance rights issue of the Red Turban Army of the East Road.

"I, Old Li, said this, not just because you are stronger than Zhao Junyong and Peng Da." Sesame Li obviously wished that he could finish everything he could say, closed his eyes and gasped for a moment, and continued to add, "But doing this is the best for our brothers who started from Xuzhou. Leave my position to you. Whether Zhao Junyong or Peng Da in the future, even if you have any faults, you will not kill them. If Zhao Junyong sits in this position, with his heart, I am afraid that you, Peng Da and Mao Gui, will either be killed by him or killed him, and there will be no third result."

The weather was not very hot, but there was a layer of fine and dense beads of sweat that had already filled Zhu Chongjiu's forehead. He had never expected that the sesame plum, which looked extremely thick and generous, had such delicate insight, and never expected that the latter's mind and demeanor were so grand.

This made him feel that he was very small, so small that he almost had to raise his neck to see clearly the tall body half lying on the bed, burly and majestic. Even after being tortured by illness for so long, he still looked like a tiger who had just woken up. Just take a deep breath and stand up again, and look at Gao Gang.

"Don't worry, the chief manager." I don't know if it was infected by the other party's personal charm or out of impulse, Zhu Chongjiu took a deep breath and solemnly promised, "No matter who you hand over the position to in the future, whether you will still take everyone together in the future, Zhu will never point his knife at our own group of brothers in his lifetime. Zhu can swear to heaven in front of you."

"No, I believe you." Sesame Li quickly opened her eyes, her eyes as clear as water. "I have always believed in you and always believed that you would do better than me, Old Li. Do me a favor and drag out the box under the bed. There was a copper lock hanging on it."

"Yes." Zhu Chongjiu agreed softly, bowed and dragged out a small camphor wooden box from under the bed.

"Help me open the key under my pillow." Sesame Li smiled tiredly and continued to give orders.

Zhu Chongjiu followed his orders and took out the key from under the pillow, opened the wooden box, and a set of seals wrapped in red silk immediately appeared in front of the two of them.

"This is my Red Turban Army's seal in Jiangbei, Henan, and a Suzhou general manager, and a deputy marshal of the world's soldiers and horses. From now on, it will all belong to you." Sesame Li smiled and pointed to the box and said loudly.

"This, the chief manager, the chief manager, don't do this. You, you will definitely get better. I, I really asked the doctor." Zhu Chongjiu was stunned and quickly refused.

"Lie, I know my own body, I don't know what mother-in-law and mother. Lao Li treats you as a brother, don't let Lao Li die with his eyes open." Sesame Li raised his eyes and scolded him, and then added anxiously, "I know you don't need these. Even if there are no such scrap metal, others will rest and touch your Huaian Army. But there are so many things that after I leave, you can at least save a lot of trouble. After all, you haven't beaten Tuo away yet. How can you have the time to distract yourself from these miscellaneous things?"

"Master, I, I," Zhu Chongjiu shouted softly, a warm current in his heart and eyes kept turning. The two years of tolerance and support, and the two years of loyalty flashed through his mind like movie films. He didn't know what good luck he had. In this life, he could actually meet a straight boss like Sesame Li. With a broad mind like the sea, he tolerated his offense, nonsense, and even turned a blind eye to some obvious deceptions he had done. He had never seriously investigated the truth behind it.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and put away these things. We brothers have no time to talk nonsense." Sesame Li waved his hand vigorously, not giving Zhu Chongjiu any polite chance. "This is what Lao Li can do for you in the end. Don't let Lao Li die without peace of mind."

"Master General, Brother Li." Even Zhu Chongjiu's heart was completely broken into pieces. He held the box of printed letters in both hands and knelt on the head of the sesame plum bed, tears falling like rain.

There was gold under the knees of a man, however, this was his chief manager, his elder brother, who personally pulled him into the Red Turban Army and pushed him to the position of the commander of the first army. Finally, he handed over the entire Xu Huai Hong Turban to his people.

If it weren't for Sesame Li's intentional confusion, he would have been killed by a knife 81 or two years ago; if it weren't for Sesame Li's intentional turn a blind eye, the new training methods and tactics he "invented" would have been impossible to successfully implement in the left army in Xuzhou. If it weren't for Sesame Li's intentional indulgence, the Huai'an army or the Huaiyang faction would have long disappeared.

"Good brother, you are very good, you have always been very good." Sesame Li was also very excited. He raised his dry palm and gently put it on Zhu Chongjiu's shoulder. "You are a destined to have great achievements. Give you the Red Turban on the East Road. Brother, I will die now, and I will have no worries. If you win the world in the future, you must remember what we are rebelling for. Remember, our Red Turban and our Red Turban are not pretending to be a god or a ghost."

"Brother, don't worry, brother, I will definitely remember it." Feeling the temperature on Sesame Li's palm gradually fading, Zhu Chongjiu suppressed the grief in his heart and nodded vigorously.

"You will definitely remember that you are Chongjiu, not Chongba, you will definitely remember." Sesame Li's eyes suddenly lit up like a comet, so bright that it was almost impossible to look directly at him. He was burning his life, burning without hesitation.

Zhu Chongjiu immediately guessed that Sesame Li had something in his words at this moment, and he widened his eyes and nodded seriously, "I am Chongjiu, not Chongba. Zhu Chongba is in Hezhou. What do you want to say, brother? I'm listening."

"You are Chongjiu, not Chongjiu." Sesame Li's eyes became brighter and brighter, with unconcealed relief. "Brother, I knew about two years ago that you are Chongjiu, not Chongjiu, so since then, I have deliberately given you a chance to let you go. Brother, I want to see what level you can do. You are very good and did not disappoint me at all."

"Brother Li," Zhu Chongjiu was confused and responded hesitantly.

"You are Chongjiu, not Chongba." Sesame Li emphasized again, fearing that others would forget, and then there was a breath of breath like a tug-of-war.

Zhu Chongjiu tried to help him up and knocked his spine to calm his breath, but he pushed it away with one arm, "You can make gunpowder, cannons, and train troops. You are Zhu Chongjiu, not Zhu Chongba, nor Zhu Bashiyi. Brother, can you tell me where you came from?"

"Ah." As if he was struck by lightning, Zhu Chongjiu's body suddenly stiffened and he was dizzy. This was his biggest secret. Even the person next to him dared to tell him, how could Sesame Li, Sesame Li know, how could he suddenly mention this matter? What exactly did he want to do?

"Good brother, don't be afraid." As he was shocked, Sesame Li smiled mischievously and added in a very low voice, "We are real brothers. Brother, I, a small businessman, suddenly learned a lot of martial arts, suddenly became so brave that I dared to gather people to rebel, and suddenly learned to lead troops to fight. Have you never found it strange?"

"You, you are." One flash of lightning fell from the clear sky, smashing Zhu Chongjiu to the ground, his eyes straightened.

He never thought about why Sesame Li is so capable, nor did he think about why Sesame Li is so tolerant of himself, nor did he think about why Sesame Li knew that his identity as the master of the Maitreya Sect was so fake that it could no longer be fake, but he never wanted to expose it. Now, everything has the answer.

Sesame Li is also a time traveler, a time traveler like himself. In this world, he is the only one who is the same person as himself and his true brother.

"Brother, my last life, my surname was Li. There was a famine in my hometown. Everyone started to eat leaves and Guanyin soil. But the emperor still had to collect taxes as usual. The people around him could not pay them at all. He wanted to escape from the famine, but the government was not allowed to order everyone to wait to starve to death at home." As if in order to make Zhu Chongjiu feel at ease, Sesame Li gasped for a moment, closed his eyes, and slowly talked about his previous life. "Brother, I was a postman at that time. I thought I could escape this disaster, but who would have thought that the emperor suddenly opened up and wanted to strengthen the troops and simplify the administration, and let me roll the bed and go home. Brother, I was desperate, so I had to rebel."

"You, you are Li, King Li Chuang." A tall figure suddenly jumped out in front of Zhu Chongjiu's eyes, pointed at the sesame li on the sickbed, and exclaimed in surprise.

"I didn't expect that you actually knew the name of my previous life." Sesame Li was slightly stunned, and a bit of pride was suddenly revealed on her blue-gray face. "I failed in my previous life, so I died with my eyes open, so I continued to rebel in this life. Hehe, hehe, if I entrust myself to be a human being in the next life, and if I don't care about my conscience again, I might even rebel. I, I am a natural rebel who will never accept it for generations."

"Your old man's name is so thunderous." Zhu Chongjiu was infected by the domineering aura on Sesame Li, stood up again and gently held the other party's hand, "Killing one person is like killing my father, and lustful one person is like lustful my mother, suppressing troops and maintaining the people, and equalizing the fields and freeing food."

In later generations, when Zhu Dapeng was, Li Zicheng's image was divided into two types: heaven and earth. The former said that he was a leader of the rebel army with the people, with strict discipline and lofty ideals. Although he failed, he was still worthy of respect. The latter said that he was a thief who killed and set fire. He ruined the Ming Empire and caused China to sink into darkness for more than 260 years.

Zhu Chongjiu has poor history and cannot tell which image is the real Li Zicheng, but he clearly knows that in this life, Sesame Li is his kind, his well-deserved elder brother, and he must let his brother go with peace of mind.

"Don't just say my goodness." After guessing Zhu Chongjiu's thoughts, Sesame Li shook his head gently. His vitality had been exhausted, and his eyes dimmed a little bit. However, his face was still a little proud. "I forced Zhu Chongba's descendants to death, the foolish emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Every time I broke through a city, I would conceal the property of local officials and gentry, and I didn't leave a grain of rice for him. So in their eyes, I must be a heinous villain. If history books were still written by them, maybe even the crime of seducing the Qing Dynasty into the pass would have to be placed on me in the end."

"If they say it, you don't care." Zhu Chongjiu could not refute Sesame Li's words, so he could only hold the other party's dry arms firmly. In the history he knew, there were indeed a group of people who were determined to pour dirty water on the uprisingers. Not only Li Zicheng, but any uprisingers in history were unforgivable in the writings of these people, including Zhu Yuanzhang, who later established the Ming Dynasty. In the eyes of these people, they were all tyrants and cunning villains, and they were far less bright than the image of the Emperor and Minister of the Yuan Dynasty who regarded the Han people as fourth-class slaves.

"Indeed, I don't care." After hearing Zhu Chongjiu's words, a few faint lights jumped in Sesame Li's eyes. "Even if they said that I forced Wu Sangui to present Shanhaiguan to the Tartars, I don't care. They didn't let me eat, didn't let me escape from the famine, forced me to stay at home, waiting for starvation to death, and humming, he was not allowed to hum, hey, there is no such cheap thing in the world. I just want to rebel, just fuck him. The most proud thing in my life is to raise my fingers and fuck my mother of the emperors of two dynasties."

As he spoke, he gasped again, and a few dark red blood beads dripping down his ears and nostrils. Zhu Chongjiu was so scared that he jumped to the door and called the doctor loudly. However, when the doctor and Zhao Junyong and others rushed in, the sesame and plums were already exhausted.

"Old Zhao, Lao Peng, Lai Zi, and other brothers." With the last strength, Sesame Li raised his hand to wipe the blood from his nostrils, pointed his scarlet finger at Zhu Chongjiu, and whispered, "From today, Eighty-one will be your lord. I will hand him the red scarf on the east road to him. You go over and kowtow him. From then on, you must obey his orders. If you disobey, you deserve it."

"Brother,." Zhao Junyong and others exclaimed in unison, no one could accept it. Sesame Li actually passed the position to the youngest and youngest among them when they were dying.

"Kneel down and kowtow. If you still think I am the eldest brother, just do what I said, otherwise I will die with my eyes open." Sesame Li refused to look at everyone again, and continued to breathe and order.

Zhao Junyong, Peng Da, Pan Laizi, Tang Zihao and others had no choice but to kneel down and give Zhu Chongjiu a great gift to him. Sesame Li Qiang supported himself to watch the whole process without blinking. After everyone was helped by Zhu Chongjiu, they slowly fell on the bed, as if they were angry.

"Big Brother" Zhao Jun crawled forward with his knees as his feet, and called in a low voice.

He tried to do his last effort to see if he still had any hope of persuading Sesame Li to change his mind. Unexpectedly, Sesame Li frowned impatiently and in a very low and low voice, he ordered intermittently, "No, you have nothing to do with you, you, you are so self-righteous in the future, let Eighty-Yi-Yi come over, I, I have something to ask him."

"Yes." Zhao Jun did not dare to offend the public's anger, so he glared at Zhu Chongjiu fiercely, gritted his teeth and stood up, and walked backwards toward the door.

At this time, Zhu Chongjiu had no intention of getting angry with him. He quickly rushed forward, put his ears to Sesame Li's mouth, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, what else do you have? Just say it out. I, I'm listening here."

"Let them go out too." Sesame Li had no strength to do any movement and ordered with difficulty.

Peng Da, Tang Zihao and others looked at each other, wiped their tears, got up and went out, Sesame Li sent everyone away with his eyes, and then smiled hard again, and asked softly, "Good brother, I, after I died in my previous life, who will win the world? In the end, did the Tartars be driven out of the Central Plains?"

This question is very difficult to answer. According to the history that Zhu Chongjiu knew, it was naturally the Jurchens who ruled China for more than 260 years since then. It was the tenth day of Yangzhou and the three massacres of Jiading. They kept their hair but not their heads. They were endless literary inquisitions and endless treason treaties.

However, looking at Sesame Li's expectant look, he hesitated again, unable to bear to tell the true answer.

As if he had guessed something, Sesame Li's eyes became more and more dimmer, and two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed down from his eyes.

"It's Zheng Chenggong." Zhu Chongjiu gritted his teeth hard, attached it to Sesame Li's ear, and shouted loudly, "Then it's Li Dingguo, Yao Zhifu and Sun Yat-sen. Don't worry, China has its own heroic soul. After hundreds of years, the mountains and rivers will be recast, and the country will be prosperous and the people will be safe." (Note 1, Note 2, Note 3)

Note 1: Sesame Li is also a time traveler. This is the setting when I first started writing a book. Drunkards have always believed that if there is such a time travel, resistance will be the only choice when the nation is in danger, no matter which era the time traveler comes from.

Note 2: Regarding Li Zicheng's evaluation, in recent years, why has the Internet been hustle and bustle? In this regard, the drunkard only said: When the government does not let others eat, don't expect others to sit at home and wait to starve to death. The officials force the people to rebel, and the people have to rebel. This is the simplest truth, better than any eloquence.

Note 3: The last eight words are taken from the work of old friend Zhang Yian, "The Mountains and Rivers are Still Always, the People's People's Peace" and have been approved by him. Hereby notes,
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