As for the Ming Dynasty, there was also culture and entertainment, which was more abundant than other dynasties.
For example, among the four great classics, three were created during the Ming Dynasty.
There are also San Yan Li Pai, Jin Ping Mei, and many operas such as The Legend of the Phoenix and The Peony Pavilion, etc., all of which are very famous.
However, the most famous novels are not as good as those world-famous novels of later generations.
There is even a kind of novel called online novels in later generations, which is a product of China's dominance of the world.
It is said that the citizens of foreign overlords and powerful countries can automatically give up their drug addiction and become addicted to the world of novels.
Haha, Journey to the West is imaginative enough, but the fantasy novels of later generations are waiting to blind your eyes.
After Emperor Chongzhen thought proudly for a while, he said to Liu Mao who looked expectant: "Please handle this matter according to my wishes.
As for the wonderful stories, there are many, don't worry."
Liu Mao was so happy that he immediately responded loudly and went out excitedly to prepare for the matter.
While leaving, I told myself in my heart that it must be a good thing if the emperor is looking for me.
Sure enough, that's right, a profitable business fell upon him.
He completely forgot about the worries and doubts in the process.
However, by doing this, Emperor Chongzhen gave himself an additional task of coding in addition to being an emperor.
Although he doesn't have to work as hard as those code writers in later generations, he has to think and write at the same time.
After finishing it, he may be criticized by a bunch of people, even people who read the version, but it does take a lot of his time, and it is still a hard job.
It's over.
No, at this time, Emperor Chongzhen was crouching in front of the imperial desk, holding a brush, and began to write a book in one breath, trying to write more.
After all, this book is not a constant plagiarism.
Like Genghis Khan, some of the plots had to be changed.
It was not good if it was too beautified.
There is also Guo Jing, who is not allowed to serve Mongolia.
In this era, he is a Tonglu, which is absolutely not allowed.
Just when he was immersed in writing, far away at the Yellow River ferry where Fugu County in northern Shaanxi meets Baodou County, there was a sea of people everywhere.
There were all kinds of people, including men, women, old and young, and strong men.
They cried for their fathers and mothers, scolded those who blocked the road, and all kinds of noises came and went.
Only those who were close enough could hear clearly the noise.
On a high slope, a group of people were riding horses, watching the scene in front of them.
Pay special attention to the situation at the Yellow River crossing.
There are more than 20 boats swaying back and forth to ferry people, but since most of them are small boats, only about 20 people can be loaded at one time.
Compared with the sea of people here, the number of people crossing over is simply negligible.
But upstream of the ferry, the terrain is flat.
Now is the dry season of the Yellow River, and the water is very shallow, at most around an adult's waist.
Erecting the pontoon bridge is easy, and it will be added soon.
"Brother, Alliance Leader, there's a lot of noise here.
I'm afraid that King Hong Yan will bite us soon."
A tall and strong man reminded the leader with some worry.
This brother, the alliance leader, is naturally Wang Jiayin, the commander of the rebel armies in northern Shaanxi.
Hearing the sound, he glanced at the right-hand man next to him, Wang Ziyong, known as Zijinliang, who was named the prime minister by himself, and nodded with a frown.
That King of Hell is really powerful, and he basically can't be beaten head-on.
If it weren't for him, there would be no need to escape from northern Shaanxi.
He turned to look at both sides of the Yellow River and found that there were really few people passing by.
Just when he was about to say something, the Eighth King next to him cupped his fists and accepted the order: "Brother, Alliance Leader, I am a little worried about the situation in Jindi.
I am willing to be the vanguard of the army and hold back the officers and soldiers in Baodou."
Zhang Xianzhong's intention was obvious.
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He wanted to lead people across the river first.
After hearing this, the others were not stupid.
Could it be that the officers and soldiers on the Baodezhou side were as powerful as the Yansui border army led by King Hong Yan?
Another person also clasped his fists and said: "Brother, the leader of the alliance, I, Shen Yiyuan, have already fought fiercely with King Hong Yan."
We’ve had a fight before, this time, we have to leave first.”
"Brother, leader, our army is mostly composed of cavalry, and we can't use it on this side of the Yellow River.
Why don't we go there first to clear the way for the army?"
Chuang Wang Gao Yingxiang was originally a horse dealer, so his men were indeed composed of mostly cavalry, and Shen Yiyuan's men were the two groups with the largest number of cavalry among the thirty-six battalions.
"Brother Alliance Leader" "" The leaders of the thirty-six battalions around, who were not afraid of King Hongyan, all used various reasons, even naked demands to cross the Yellow River first.
As soon as we talked about it, we started arguing, and the hilltop immediately turned into a vegetable market, which was very lively.
At this moment, the pontoon bridge in the distance was finally completed, and a burst of cheers came from a distance.
Then, on this side of the Yellow River, there was a commotion.
Many people wanted to crowd onto the floating bridge, and it became a mess.
The pile of leaders on the top of the mountain is also a bit messy.
On this side of the Yellow River, if you stay longer, there will be more danger.
Now that the floating bridge is the same, it’s better to leave quickly.
As a result, the noise on the mountaintop became even more intense.
They slandered each other with words, and angry expressions appeared among the leaders who were not at odds with each other.
Wang Jiayin's head was about to explode after hearing this.
He wanted to punish these people and let them know his majesty.
But the reality is very helpless.
Everyone just formed an alliance.
Although he is called the leader of the alliance, it is just a compliment.
If you really want to break up with each other, he will turn around and leave with his troops.
What can you do to him?
However, he had some prestige.
Seeing the chaos, he gathered his strength and shouted: "Shut up, everyone!"
He roared like a lion, with a burst of anger, which immediately silenced everyone.
All in all, the effect was pretty good.
Wang Jiayin's face was gloomy, he glanced around and said coldly: "The elites of each department will pass through the pontoon first, followed by the family members of the army, and everyone else will stay at the end.
As for the order of passing, it will be decided by drawing lots, whoever has an opinion."
This approach sounds fair.
The leaders of the 36th Battalion looked at each other, and finally clasped their fists and said to Wang Jiayin: "I will listen to my brother, the alliance leader."
Wang Jiayin raised his head and asked Wang Ziyong to arrange the drawing of lots.
He just looked at the sea of people in front of him and sighed in his heart.
Thinking that his brother, the alliance leader, is actually not as good as the Song leader in Water Margin, it is still hard to say what his future will be.
Not long after, the leaders dispersed one after another and arranged for their men to cross the river in the order in which the lots were drawn.
After a period of chaos on this side of the Yellow River, we finally passed the pontoon bridge in a relatively orderly manner and headed over there.
Of course, there were also some unlucky ones who fell off the pontoon due to pushing and shoving while crossing the river.
Although the weather in February of the third year of Chongzhen had broken through the ice, it was still very cold.
Those who fell in, if not dead, were probably frozen to death
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