Chapter Eight, Resume.

Tianjin Youwei? Furun comes from a military household?

As Wang Yi and Wang Jiang listened to Chen Wen's eloquent narration, a more three-dimensional and rich image gradually emerged in their minds. A descendant of hereditary warriors, he had journeyed south to serve the royal army, which was already in turmoil, in order to fulfill his late father's last wishes

The official noticed that Furen's attire was not very tidy, so he had someone find a piece of clothing for him. Furen may first take a bath and change before going to eat. Saying this, Wang Yi handed the tray to Chen Wen.

It feels really comfortable

After all, it is one versus tens of thousands, so perhaps it is better to let it go. For matters like this, it is likely that one should find a 'Child of the Dimension' to reverse the future.

Indeed, my family was originally a hereditary hundred households of the Left Guard in Qingzhou during the reign of Emperor Taizu. In the second year of the Yongle era, Emperor Chengzu relocated the Left Guard of Qingzhou to the Right Guard of Tianjin, and my family then settled in the city of Tianjin...

Thank you both, esteemed officials. After Chen Wen performed a bow, he took the tray and followed the young clerk out.

Upon hearing these words, Wang Yi stood up and walked to the door, opening it wide.

Chen Wen had no way to explain, so he simply shifted the blame to that nonexistent elder

Chen Wen saw the clerk leave, so he placed his new clothes on the bench by the wall, took off his clothes, and sniffed them

However, Chen Wen knew that in the sixty-ninth year after Lu You's death, the Southern Song Dynasty was defeated at Yashan. Upon hearing this news, Lu You's grandson, Lu Yuanting, died of grief and anger, his great-grandson, Lu Chuanyi, starved himself to death, and his great-great-grandson, Lu Tianqi, even committed suicide by throwing himself into the sea during the Battle of Yashan

"Since you mentioned it, I must admit that I am indeed a bit hungry"

After exchanging a glance, Wang Yi said, "Since we have been talking for a while, Fu Ren must be hungry as well. Why don't we have a meal first and then continue our discussion"

Lu Fangweng refers to Lu You, and the poem he composed at the end of his life, "Shir", left the deepest impression on Chen Wen during his school years.

Chen Wen pondered for a moment and decided to continue according to the previously prepared script. "This humble individual estimates that the two officials will inquire about this esteemed father of mine. I can only tell the two of you that on the day of the recovery of Nanjing, it was merely said to be a friend of Chen San from the Right Guard of Tianjin. Well, in my father's family, the third generation is just like this."

Chen Wen repeatedly scrubbed the dirt off his body, quietly contemplating.

Just wait a moment and talk to him later, and the answer will naturally come to light

Upon hearing this, Wang Yi said: "The intelligence should be true, there is no doubt about it, there is absolutely no need to lie for two months. As for his uncle, there will always be an opportunity to meet."

When it came to my grandfather's time, he was already a bachelor, and for several generations, they have all made a living through business and trade...

According to the military household system of the Ming Dynasty, the regular soldiers of the garrison military households served in the army, while the remaining soldiers were not much different from commoners; they could engage in other occupations and even participate in the imperial examination. For instance, during the Hongzhi and Zhengde periods, Li Dongyang, one of the Grand Secretaries known as "Liu Gongduan, Li Gongmou, and Xie Gongyou Kankan," came from a military household family of the Left Guard of the Imperial Guard.

Wang Jiang looked at the map, pondered for a moment, and said: "The intelligence he brought is very detailed and highly credible; it should not be false. If I were Chen Jin, I would not allow Wang's forces to grow in Zhejiang. Moreover, the level of experience and knowledge required for such details is certainly not something someone of his age could fabricate."

In the central hall, Wang Yi and Wang Jiang were still sitting in their previous positions.

Confucius said: "The commander of a three-army force may be replaced, but a man’s will cannot be taken away." Such individuals should choose their own path. This is precisely what Chen Wen needs to demonstrate to them and to his future employer, Zheng Chenggong, even if the perspectives they observe are fundamentally different

Seeing this, Chen Wen secretly thought that these two people had already made eye contact many times since he entered the room. Every time they made eye contact, it was as if they had already communicated. Obviously, this "telepathy" was not built in a day.

That minor official saw Wang Yi open the door and followed him in from outside.

This poem expresses heartfelt emotions directly, perfectly embodying the lifelong wishes and deep resentment of an elderly man whose life is nearing its end, after the barbarian invasion has occupied half of China. It is most fitting to use this poem to reflect the mindset of a remnant of the Ming Dynasty at the time of his death

It has been more than ten days, and I haven't had a good night's sleep. Every day, I exhaust myself thinking about how to survive and rush around to achieve my goals. But at this moment, it seems like everything has become meaningful.

Do I know this good friend of yours, sir?

In the early Ming Dynasty, due to the founding of the nation and the Jingnan campaign, many military officials were granted hereditary military positions. For instance, the ancestors of Qi Jiguang were awarded the hereditary position of Deputy Commander of Dengzhou Guard after sacrificing their lives in Yunnan during the Hongwu period. However, for Chen Wen, a hereditary position of a hundred households was sufficient; anything higher would be too conspicuous and, conversely, undesirable

The previous minor official is now standing outside the door, holding a tray. On the tray, there is a complete set of clothing along with shoes, socks, and a net scarf.

During the Ming Dynasty, having a military household registration did not necessarily mean one was a military household; there were also civilian households among them. However, in the Ming Dynasty, military households held a low social status, and if there was no necessity, civilian households with military registration would not emphasize their military origins to avoid being identified as military households

This journey is originally known to be empty of all things, yet it is sorrowful not to see the Nine Provinces together

Seeing that Chen Wen had already adapted to the environment here, the clerk politely excused himself and stepped outside, closing the door behind him.

Until the Yuan Dynasty, Lin Jingxi, a survivor of the Southern Song Dynasty, sighed, "The green mountains are filled with worries, and the south and east are filled with weapons. When I return, I see the whole country in chaos. How can I properly honor my ancestors?"

When Wang Yi fell silent again, Chen Wen turned around and began to answer Wang Jiang's question.

He is very clear that since he entered this room, the amount of data he has spoken is too large. The energy bar of their "divine communication" is estimated to be insufficient, and they must take time to discuss.

This matter was told to me by my late father's friend along with the plan of the Qing army invasion.

He quickly took off all his clothes and jumped into the bathtub made of bamboo steps.

... ....

It has been more than ten days, and I haven't taken a bath. My whole body is not only dirty like a mud figure, but also has become unbearably smelly. At this moment, the fatigue of my body is dissipating in the stimulating water temperature and merging with the steam in the air.

How?

This Wang Jiang is really a little troublemaker.

As for whether they can survive this catastrophe, they have already done everything they could, and the rest is up to fate. There is no way for a loser like me, a homebody, to deal with an enemy army of this magnitude.

However, this person seems to know too much. The military strength of the various departments of the Zhejiang Dazi, the affairs of the Pingyi Marquis and the Min'an Marquis, the matters of Zhoushan, and even that map, these are either things we know very little about or have never heard of. How did he know? Could it be that it was all said by his relative, the Shibo?

Furthermore, although this person is dressed in tattered clothes, judging from his skin and teeth, he should come from a wealthy family. There is a saying, "The son of a wealthy family does not sit idle." Such a person has no need to risk his life to lie. It's just that the "uncle" he mentioned...

When Wang's troops marched north to pacify the Central Plains, he paid tribute to his ancestors and vowed to honor them forever.

Gradually, Chen Wen's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and soon he fell asleep.

After leaving the courtyard of the Central Military Hall, Chen Wenyi followed the young official and turned three corners to enter a large room. Inside the room, there was a half-person tall bathtub. The water was hot, and there was a faint heat in the air.

So far, everything has developed according to the plot I designed earlier. Although there are some minor flaws--Chen Wen's mind conjured up Wang Yi's indifferent face. This should not be important. Once I have the money, I can head straight to the left of Fujian and go all the way.

Oh my god!

This is so refreshing, it's simply unimaginable!

In the first year of Hongguang, the Tartars captured Nanjing. After hearing the news, my father fell ill and never recovered. His health deteriorated from then on. Until my late father's passing, he always muttered about Lu Fangweng's teachings in his mouth... Speaking of this, Chen Wen pretended to wipe away tears that didn't exist at all.

Chen Wen leaned comfortably against the side of the bathtub, unable to help but sigh.