Chapter 804: The Battle of Fushan and the Reconstruction of the Imperial Guard

Ever since Qi Jiguang tasted success on the battlefield, his poetry began a linear decline. Gradually, he stopped even observing the seven-character metrical rules, writing only doggerel verse, as if he were merely squeezing out time from his busy schedule to perfunctorily appease His Majesty the Emperor.

The more difficult the war, the higher the quality of Qi Jiguang's poetry; the smoother the war, the lower the quality of his poetry.

The Japanese pirates arrived by ship, seized Fushan from the Koreans, and subsequently established the Fushan defensive perimeter. Once the Great Ming took Fushan, the enemy in Ulsan would be of no concern; they would not even have the chance to flee for their lives—they would either surrender or die.

In the Battle of Fushan, the Great Ming captured thirteen mountain fortresses and took twenty thousand Japanese slaves prisoner, along with two thousand Japanese women, while fewer than fifteen thousand Japanese slaves remained entrenched in Ulsan.

The course of the war was even somewhat tedious. The Great Ming army arrived, knocked open a few turtle shells, and the Japanese pirates in the other turtle shells simply lined up to surrender. The entire process of the war was just that simple; even catching twenty thousand pigs would take three days, yet the Battle of Fushan was declared completely over in less than three short days.

The war had already entered its final phase.

The day after the Emperor received the battle report and issued an edict to reward the troops, crates upon crates of silver coins were carried out from the Inner Treasury. They were transported to the Northern Camp, where, under the joint supervision of the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Revenue, the Inner Treasury, the military commanders, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the reward silver began to be distributed door-to-door according to the military merit register reported from the front lines.

This was a very inefficient method, and the Ministry of Revenue had suggested more than once that a more efficient way be used to distribute the reward silver.

For example, opening an account for each military household and then adding the amount of the reward directly to these accounts, so that their families could use the accounts to come to the acceptance house at the Assembly Hall and redeem the silver.

After the Emperor rejected this, the Ministry of Revenue suggested that His Majesty the Emperor hand the silver over to the Assembly Hall, and then distribute acceptance drafts—that is, silver notes—to the relatives of each military household.

This was again rejected by the Emperor, who stated very clearly that all reward silver would be distributed to the hands of the soldiers' families in the form of real gold and silver.

The reason given was for the sake of ritual and law—that is, a sense of ceremony. After all, crates of silver carried to the Northern Camp were the best incentive.

His Majesty was truly distributing reward silver.

The joint supervision of the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Revenue, the Inner Treasury, the military commanders, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard ensured that the soldiers who risked their lives for the interests of the Great Ming on the front lines received the reward silver that belonged to them.

The first batch distributed was for pensions and rewards. The families of soldiers who sacrificed their lives on the front lines were the first to receive the reward silver, and it was explicitly stated that their descendants would be properly supported. If their surviving families could not guarantee this or lacked the ability, these children would be collectively supported by the Beijing Camp, becoming the "Orphans of Imperial Loyalty."

The second batch was for the soldiers of the Vanguard Assault Battalion. On the front lines, prying open turtle shells relied entirely on these armored assault troops. The families of this batch would receive more generous reward silver than ordinary soldiers.

The distribution of these two batches of reward silver often overlapped significantly. In this Korean War, the Great Ming suffered over two hundred casualties. The mountain fortresses caused trouble for the Great Ming army's advance, and eighty percent of the sacrificed soldiers came from the Vanguard Assault Battalion.

(Note: This line is a continuation of the previous segment.)

The third batch was the ordinary reward silver. For every payment, after verifying the identity of the family and signing, all five government offices had to sign on the receipt page to minimize the possibility of errors in the distribution of the reward silver.

Even if there were errors, the families could go to the Beijing Camp Pacification Office to seek help. The Beijing Camp Pacification Office was a military judicial office subordinate to the Northern Pacification Office, and all case details would reach the Emperor directly.

If there were still errors, the families could choose to directly intercept the Imperial carriage. The Emperor reviewed military horses at the Wu Ying Tower every day; if the families ran to the Wu Ying Tower to kowtow, it was feared the entire capital would tremble three times over.

When the Emperor got angry, even Zhang Juzheng could not dissuade him, especially when it involved the military power that was the foundation of imperial authority.

Therefore, Qi Jiguang always emphasized that the Great Ming Beijing Camp was His Majesty's Beijing Camp, not his, Qi Jiguang's. Although many victories were won by him leading the Beijing Camp, the ownership of this army had always been very clear.

After the distribution of reward silver ended, the receipt register would be reported to the Emperor. The Emperor would order the Embroidered Uniform Guard of the Northern Pacification Office to go deep into the Northern Camp again to visit and inquire, ensuring that the reward money reached everyone's hands.

During the three-month inspection period, if there were no cases of incorrect reward silver distribution, this receipt register would be filed.

Zhu Yijun wanted to ensure the loyalty of the Beijing Camp—loyalty to himself. The purpose was very simple: he just wanted to give more silver, hoping that when the soldiers were prying at the Japanese pirates on the front lines, they would use more effort.

For the soldiers on the front lines rotating back to the Northern Camp, the feeling of silver piling up by their bedsides was excellent. The soldiers probably wanted to jump up again and continue to pry at the Japanese pirates on the front lines.

While the entire capital was immersed in the news of victory, Xu Chengchu walked into the Dissection Institute to undergo surgery. When he walked out of the Dissection Institute again, the huge tumor on his neck had disappeared.

The entire surgical process, from preparation to recovery, lasted for a full month. When Xu Chengchu left the Dissection Institute, he had the feeling of returning to the human world!

The atmosphere in the Dissection Institute was truly too terrifying. Those living specimens actually had no consciousness of their own, and even if they had extremely short periods of sobriety, they were dizzy and confused.

Xu Chengchu was a scholar-official who did not speak of strange powers and chaos; otherwise, he would definitely have thought that the Great Physicians possessed soul-extraction techniques, capable of pulling out a person's essence!

The only troublesome part for Xu Chengchu after the surgery was that he had to strictly follow the diet provided by the Dissection Institute to prevent recurrence after the surgery.

According to the words of the Great Physician Chen Shigong, Xu Chengchu's life was not his own; it belonged to His Majesty.

The surgery was very successful. Except for a shallow scar, nothing could be seen. Xu Chengchu became dashing and elegant. The only trouble was the seaweed intake, which had to be precise to the cent. Too much seaweed easily led to agitation, and too little seaweed would cause recurrence. To him, neither was a good thing.

(Note: This line is a continuation of the previous segment.)

Xu Chengchu was reborn in the Dissection Institute, but the nickname "Xu Tumor" would likely follow him for the rest of his life.

After being discharged from the hospital, Xu Chengchu went to the Ministry of Personnel to report. The Ministry of Personnel notified him that his term as a supervisory official had ended early and he could report to the Censorate. Xu Chengchu's memorial had great merit; when no one dared to speak, he spoke up, saving a large amount of state and inner treasury funds for the Great Ming while also saving a large amount of time.

Time was the most important thing. Once one realized they had made a mistake and then tried to turn back, it was extremely difficult.

Xu Chengchu was exceptionally granted official status by the Emperor and became a Censor of the Censorate, a seventh-rank official. Others usually took about three years to turn their academic honors into official status through being a supervisory official, while Xu Chengchu took a year and a half.

"Censor Xu." Hai Rui, as the Chief Censor, saw Xu Chengchu, who had come to report to the Censorate. After greeting him, he looked him over carefully for a long time and said, "Do you want to be a 'Plain-Robed Censor'? A Plain-Robed Censor is not an official rank, and even less is it about forming a clique; it is just wearing plain robes."

"Thank you, Chief Censor, for your high regard. I hope I can become a Plain-Robed Censor," Xu Chengchu said very solemnly.

A Plain-Robed Censor was a self-identification of one's own status. It was roughly a promise one made to oneself: that one would spend this life using morality to oppose corruption, being incorruptible, not fearing power, being upright, speaking out in remonstrance, and not forming cliques. It was a vow of self-conduct: uphold integrity, resist corruption, practice knowledge and action, and release all principles.

Plain-Robed Censors were not pedantic, impractical people who disregarded the needs of practice, but rather people who held themselves to higher standards.

Xu Chengchu entered the Censorate and became a Plain-Robed Censor. His prospects were extremely bright because being a Plain-Robed Censor was an extremely clean and noble duty, but it was also dark, because along this path, one did not know how many people one would offend.

After getting off work at dusk, Xu Chengchu went to the All-Quan Quan Chu Hui Guan. Zhang Juzheng saw Xu Chengchu at the Wenchang Pavilion. Zhang Juzheng still expressed his opposition to that memorial.

Zhang Juzheng said with slight helplessness, "Giving up eating for fear of choking is not advisable."

"His Majesty is in the prime of his life and still has such energy and sharpness to push for the New Policies. The problems you mentioned are actually things that the ministers have also thought of, but Xu Chengchu, you must remember, many, many times, setting out is more important than obtaining the true scriptures."

Being young and vigorous, with one's sharpness fully revealed—but the older a person gets, the more cautious they become, looking ahead and behind. The decay of the body will make the spirit decay. Enduring for the sake of the country and compromise become a person's daily routine. His Majesty is also a person and cannot be an exception to the vulgarity.

Just like Emperor Shizong, the Jiajing Emperor, who was also keen to forge ahead at first, promoting people like Zhang Cong and Gui E, and started the reform, tossing and turning for twenty years. When he got older and mastered the court, he instead lost his original sharpness and became timid.

"The student will keep it in mind." Only then did Xu Chengchu know the specific reason for Zhang Juzheng's opposition. The Master was not unaware; he knew but did not want to say it. He only wanted His Majesty to take advantage of being young to make a start on things.

(Note: This line is a continuation of the previous segment.)

Xu Chengchu returned to the All-Quan Quan Chu Hui Guan to live, and his career as a Censor officially began.

A matter recently occurred in the Ministry of Rites. The Minister of Rites, Shen Li, was very angry and put the prince of the Mughal Empire, Salim, in solitary confinement for three days. Solitary confinement was a common punishment—a tiny, pitch-black room where it was difficult even to turn around, and where there was no light at all. A person would go crazy after just one day inside.

The reason Shen Li punished him so severely was, of course, not because Salim was defecating everywhere. Salim was a Poluomen, a Kshatriya; he was a noble and naturally had some etiquette, though not much.

The reason he had to be put in solitary confinement was that Salim was very impolite and his personality was too flighty. He was a noble in the Mughal Empire and brought that sense of superiority to the Great Ming.

Salim violated the curfew order. After curfew, he wandered around the streets swaggeringly. After being warned, he still did not comply with the curfew order and clashed with the Wucheng Military Commission. The Wucheng Military Commission did not indulge him and gave him a sound beating.

Salim broke directly into the Huimin Pharmacy, grabbed people and showed off his broken Chinese, offensively asking about other patients' conditions, and even mocking them. The Embroidered Uniform Guard guarding the Huimin Pharmacy threw Salim directly into prison and locked him up for ten days.

Even so, Salim still went his own way. While studying at the Four Barbarian Halls, he was not honest either. During the Mid-Wang Qiujie holiday, without an invitation, he drilled directly into a classmate's carriage. As a result, there happened to be female relatives in the carriage that day, and he was kicked out of the carriage by the classmate.

It was bad enough that Salim drilled into someone's carriage, but he had to drill into the carriage of the Yao family, a wealthy family in the West Earth City. The old Yao family had once sent people to fight against Wang Qian, and Yao Guangqi was also a popular figure in the court.

The Yao family did not indulge this barbarian prince at all. On the day of the Mid-Wang Qiujie, four or five servants of the Yao family directly put a sack over Salim.

They just put him in a sack and gave him a sound beating. Salim's injuries had just healed when he was thrown into a small black room by Shen Li and put in solitary confinement.

The Yao family did not cover it up either. They were the ones who beat him. They threw twenty taels of medicine money at the Ministry of Rites' Four Barbarian Halls and asked the Ministry of Rites: "The old saying goes, 'If teaching is not strict, the teacher is lazy.' This Salim has been in the Great Ming for some days, so why is he still like a barbarian, so ignorant of etiquette, and so shameless? He is not even as good as the Yao family's servants."

This question left the officials of the Ministry of Rites with no face to see anyone!

Salim was put in solitary confinement, and Shah Mamait did not go to the Qianmen Tower to listen to storytelling for five whole days; he really could not afford to lose that face.

Shen Li also submitted a memorial, angrily denouncing this Salim and the group of international students from the Mughal Empire, which represented the great dissatisfaction of the Ministry of Rites.

"The Heavenly Dynasty governs ten thousand states with ritual, and the four barbarians admire our transformation, all making them know that benevolence and righteousness are the foundation. Now there is a group of people including Salim, the prince of the Mughal Empire, who are arrogant in the capital, repeatedly violating the curfew, insulting the people and breaking the prohibitions, stubborn and unrepentant. They break into shops at night, treating the prohibitions like child's play; they break into pharmacies, insulting the sick like actors. They even drill into carriages and insult female relatives, acting like dogs and pigs! Is this not the evil of the caste system, nurturing their arrogance?" Zhu Yijun looked at the memorial in front of him. Shen Li was truly angry, even saying "acting like dogs and pigs."

(Note: This line is a continuation of the previous segment.)

After Shen Li criticized the lawlessness of these international students, he also put forward a strict criticism of the caste system of the Mughal Empire.

Shen Li said: "The Mughal Empire's caste system originated from the Vedas, splitting the people into four ranks, imprisoning people for life."

"Brahmins pride themselves on their mouths and tongues, Kshatriyas rely on knives and soldiers to be proud, Vaishyas pursue profit, and Shudras are slaves, and even the untouchables are excluded from humanity. This system imprisons the human mind and imprisons the soul of the country, making the noble more arrogant and the lowly more humble, with the upper and lower levels separated, and transformation cannot be carried out."

The Ministry of Rites analyzed why Salim was so arrogant and domineering. In short, it was nurtured by the caste system! This evil system produced this kind of rotten person in batches!

The Ministry of Rites compiled books on overseas barbarian states and had a very good understanding of the system of Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, Shudras, and untouchables. With a few simple sentences, they explained the problem very clearly.

The Great Ming was not like this. The Great Ming had its own Great Ming Code. Scholars and commoners were one body. Even if the nobility broke the law, they were guilty of the same crime as the commoners, and the imperial clan would also be thrown into high walls.

The Great Ming was founded on ritual and law. The classes were also cut horizontally, but there was no lifelong imprisonment. Xu Chengchu, who had a big neck, also became a popular figure through his own efforts, from a village man to entering the hall.

This is what ritual and law say: "Although there is respect and inferiority, we still value transformation, so there are peddlers and carriage drivers who still observe the rules of the neighborhood; generals and ministers ride in carriages without stepping over the thunder pool by a single step."

Shen Li, as the Minister of Rites, was not idle. He demanded that all international students, including international students from the West, and all barbarian students entering the school, must first learn etiquette. Daily conduct would be inspected and reflected upon by doctoral officials daily and monthly. Those who violate the curfew would be whipped twenty times, and those who insult the people would be imprisoned for three days. If they did not change after repeated teaching, they would be expelled from the country and never allowed to pay tribute again.

"The old good man is angry." Zhu Yijun gave an imperial rescript to this memorial. Shen Li wanted to strictly regulate the Four Barbarian Halls and wanted to restrain these international students in their behavior and conduct. Only after they were trained well would they be allowed to move around.

Feng Bao said with a smile, "Then the Grand Minister of Rites feels that teaching such disciples is really no face to see anyone."

Shen Li's memorial was a bit of anger and shame. The Emperor had said several times to be careful about these Mughal international students defecating everywhere. They didn't defecate, but they were causing trouble everywhere, making things restless. Shen Li, the Grand Minister of Rites, had no face.

"Then grant it." Zhu Yijun annotated the memorial: 【I have read the memorial, your words are earnest and deep, deeply matching my heart. The evil of the caste system is truly the beginning of chaos. The Yao family servants beating the barbarian crown prince, although there was a loss of etiquette, was actually caused by reasons. Reward them with ten bolts of silk, no need to investigate.】

Zhu Yijun's handling opinion was to fully affirm the Ministry of Rites' memorial, and at the same time pardon the Yao family's crime of beating people, and even gave ten bolts of silk, expressing his attitude.

Well beaten! If you meet them next time, keep beating!

Salim is like this, beat him once and he will be fine. If he is still not fine, beat him...

... a second time!

While the Emperor was busy dealing with the lawlessness of international students, on the 18th day of the 9th month of the 15th year of Wanli, Yin Zongxin returned to the Lu Song Governor's Office with a large amount of firearms and saw his father.

"Where did so many firearms come from?" Yin Zhengmao met his own son at Lu Song Port and returned to the capital. Looking at the crates upon crates of firearms and gunpowder being carried down, he was extremely surprised and said.

Yin Zongxin said very solemnly, "His Majesty rewarded them, saying they are for our Han people to use. There will be more every year in the future. His Majesty said that if everyone has a gun, it will not be chaotic."

"The imperial grace is hard to repay, the imperial grace is hard to repay." Yin Zhengmao had previously submitted a memorial stating some contradictions in the Lu Song Governor's Office. He was even afraid that once he died, the Lu Song Governor's Office would be gone, but he had no good way, so he had to call for support.

Unexpectedly, he really called for support, and there were so many firearms.

"On the Lu Song islands, there are many crocodiles and orangutans. The Jinchi Governor's Office also has a pile of jumping rabbits that need firearms." Yin Zongxin knew the importance of his words. Everyone knew what the firearms were for, but using these wild animals as a reason was also a justifiable excuse.

Yin Zongxin searched his brains to find it. As for whether others believed it or not, that was others' business. In the future, historical records would say that the Great Ming Emperor equipped the Han people with firearms just to eliminate fierce beasts, for no other reason.

Yin Zhengmao said with a smile, "You went to the capital once and became glib."

"Dad, the way to repay the imperial grace is simple. There are several bandit nests on the Yuanxu Islands that should also be uprooted. Catch a few thief chiefs for His Majesty to kill for fun." Yin Zongxin said in a low voice. His Majesty gave a thirty percent share of the gold and so many firearms. This monstrous imperial grace would eventually have to be borne by the thief chiefs.

Yin Zhengmao said very affirmatively, "Good idea."

There were three bandit nests entrenched on the Yuanxu Islands.

The first bandit nest flew a skull flag and called itself the Black Sail Army. They were the defeated Spanish colonists and their descendants. These people fled south to the Yuanxu Islands when the Great Ming attacked Lu Song, Cebu, and Mindanao. They were composed of Spanish red-haired barbarians, local mixed-race people, and high-mountain barbarians.

The Black Sail Army didn't even have plantations; they were pure pirates, burning, killing, and looting everywhere. The Great Ming army's coastal defense inspectors used all their strength to find their lair.

Yin Zhengmao stood in front of the map, pointed to the Black Sail Army's lair at the head of the Yuanxu Islands, and said to Deng Zilong, "General Deng, please take 1,500 soldiers of the Governor's Office, five five-masted ocean-crossing ships, fifteen horse ships, and seventy-five battle command ships to wipe them out."

"The end general accepts the order! Just in time to practice my hands, and after practicing with them, I will lead the army south to the Jinchi Governor's Office." After Deng Zilong received the military tally and fire card, he turned and left. He was originally going to the Jinchi Governor's Office to open up the route, which was the step the Jinchi Governor's Office was building.

(Note: This line is a continuation of the previous segment.)

Deng Zilong was the Marquis of Shilong, and like Yin Zhengmao, he was a Marquis, but Yin Zhengmao was a civil official who was enfeoffed as a Marquis and was a hereditary Governor. Deng Zilong also made his illustrious name under Yin Zhengmao, so he considered himself a subordinate.

Yin Zhengmao pointed to the abdomen of the Yuanxu Islands again and said, "Yin Zongxin, you take 1,500 soldiers, 3,000 auxiliary soldiers, seven five-masted ocean-crossing ships, twenty horse ships, and one hundred battle command ships to wipe out Red Army Mountain."

"The end general accepts the order!" Yin Zongxin answered with a sonorous voice. He had just returned from the capital and had to go to sea again. As an heir, he had to make battle achievements and show his prestige.

Red Army Mountain had a natural good port, a good port no worse than Sandu'ao. And this Red Army Mountain was the hardest to fight, with more than 3,000 people, and they were all Han people from Zhejiang, Fujian, and Guangzhou. They were all Minnan merchant families whose interests were infringed upon because of the Wanli Reform.

The reason Red Army Mountain was the hardest was that there were many exiled prisoners inside. Some of their family members were beheaded by the Emperor to show the public, and they themselves were exiled to Lu Song, Java, and other places. They were dissatisfied and fled the place of exile, fleeing into Red Army Mountain, intending to subvert the Great Ming.

3,000 people was not many, but they captured more than 30,000 barbarians and more than 17,000 barbarian women, opened up more than 20,000 qing of plantations, and were one of the largest forces on the entire Yuanxu Islands.

The last lair was relatively small, at the tail of the Yuanxu Islands, named Yanqiu Ridge. It was composed of Nanyang barbarians, Persians, and Arabs. They were all people who had fallen from a ruling position during the Great Ming's southward expansion and fled to the islands. There were only more than 1,000 people, and they opened up several plantations with only more than 3,000 barbarian slaves.

Yin Zhengmao handed this lair over to Liao Donggui, who was the leader of the Yao people's rebellion. After being persuaded to surrender by Yin Zhengmao, he had been staying under Yin Zhengmao to listen to orders.

The Black Sail Army, Red Army Mountain, and Yanqiu Ridge had long been investigated by the Marquis of Duntai, just waiting to close the net.

Yin Zongxin was a bit exhausted. After a long journey, he only rested in the capital for fifteen days. Just after returning to Lu Song Port, he was entrusted with the task of conquering Red Army Mountain, the hardest bone to chew. Unlike the father-son relationship between Wang Chonggu and his son, Yin Zhengmao placed too many beliefs in Yin Zongxin, hoping that he could completely digest Lu Song and become the territory of the Great Ming.

Yin Zongxin shouldered such a heavy responsibility. Young and mature, he stood at the bow of the flagship, holding a telescope, looking at the approaching Red Army Mountain, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

The entrance to the natural good port of Red Army Mountain was only four li. These four li, like Sandu'ao, were deep-water bays that could pass heavy ships. After the narrow entrance was a deep-water port with a huge area that could be used for aquaculture. The hydrology was not complicated, but there were many aquaculture boxes.

On both sides of the entrance, only two mortar positions were needed, and several 36-jin cannons could be placed to blockade the sea.

"Prepare to rush the beach! All ocean-crossing ship cannons aim at the cannons... wait." Yin Zongxin was about to give the order, but raised his hand again, stopping the messenger from delivering the order.

There was a situation!

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In the coconut forest stretching along the deep-water port of Red Army Mountain, fire suddenly ignited. Not long after, the fire soared into the sky, and smoke and dust rolled.

"Send two teams of Marquis of Duntai and port scouts to contact them and ask about the situation." Yin Zongxin keenly sensed that something was wrong. It seemed that there was infighting on the shore.

After nearly two hours, the fast ship of the Marquis of Duntai returned to the fleet and reported the situation. Red Army Mountain had infighting, and the infighting was very fierce. Red Army Mountain had a total of eight water villages, known as the Eight Kings, none of whom obeyed the others. In order to compete for a plantation, two families had a firefight, and the firefight quickly spread, and the Eight Kings' melee began.

In the melee, some Han people who were deceived to the island, with the help of Great Ming undercover agents, scouts, and the Marquis of Duntai, broke free from their shackles and picked up weapons.

The entire Red Army Mountain was in a mess.

"Heaven helps me! Listen to my order! A1 to A5 battle command ships, prepare to rush the beach, quickly seize the mortar positions! The rest of the ships hoist sails and set off. After the signal arrow for seizing the mortar positions rises, move at full speed, sail into Red Army Port, and take Red Army Mountain!" Yin Zongxin was happy.

These people, these people, didn't have infighting early or late, but just waited until the Great Ming army came, and they started infighting!

A heaven-sent opportunity.

The battle command ships began to rush the beach and soon seized the mortar positions. The subsequent battle had no suspense. There was no landing battle at all. No one cared that the Great Ming army was coming. The undefended port was like a little girl without defenses.

The Great Ming army entered like entering an uninhabited land, occupied the beachhead, deployed in formation, and began a ruthless advance.

In the early morning of the second day, the battle entered the final stage. Yin Zongxin was full of exhaustion, clearing the battlefield and explaining the tasks.

"Ask the rescued victims if they are willing to return home. If they are not willing, stay in Red Army Mountain and manage the past plantations. These thieves will all be castrated and become laborers. Send the thief chiefs back to the capital, and sink all the running dogs and evil villains into the sea." Yin Zongxin rubbed his forehead, feeling dizzy.

These fierce villains were just running dogs of several rebels. These people's hands were covered with the blood of Han people. Yin Zongxin could not keep them. Only sinking them into the sea was the end they deserved.

"Barbarians, Japanese slaves, and barbarian women, settle them separately. Give them weapons and let the plantations run steadily. It would be a waste to leave so much land fallow. Also, destroy all the opium. Don't burn it, boil it with quicklime." Yin Zongxin's discomfort became more serious, so he simply sat on a stone.

"Must put out the fire, don't let the fire continue to spread. Now this place is ours, so we must cherish it, and also..." Yin Zongxin suddenly felt stars in his eyes, the front was white, his body softened, and he lay on the ground.

"Third Young Master!"

"Third Master!"

"General Yin!"

"Quickly call the Great Physician! Quickly!"

The people around shouted loudly, carrying Yin...

... Zongxin to a room in the shade. Everyone was spinning around in a hurry.

"Third Young Master is tired. The pulse is still stable. He needs to rest well for a period of time." The accompanying Great Physician looked, smelled, asked, and cut the pulse, confirming that Yin Zongxin had no major problems.

Yin Zongxin slept for a full fourteen hours. Just when the Great Physician doubted his medical skills, Yin Zongxin finally woke up.

"Pain, pain, pain." Yin Zongxin felt sore all over, struggled to lean on the edge of the bed, and mocked himself, "His Majesty is right, this body is the capital for reform."

"That Great Physician, I am a little hungry."

The Great Physician immediately said, "Cannot eat meat, eat some liquid food first, wait two hours before eating meat, and cannot drink alcohol."

"Good, good, good, listen to the Great Physician, bring another bowl of water." Yin Zongxin did not dare to talk back to the Great Physician. Even famous ministers like Zhang Juzheng, Tan Lun, and Yu Dayou had to listen to the Great Physician.