"Maozi, please don't look at your books. Pack up and let's go."
"Well, I see."
Because he shared the same surname as the great man, Mao Zhengliang, who was nicknamed "Mao Zi" by his cousin, was busy and answered.
However, at this time, Mao Zhengliang, while promising, still put his beloved "History of the Yuan Dynasty" into his bag.
So when he saw this, his cousin, who has always liked to complain, could not help but say, "Maozi, it's not me who said you are. How can a young man be like an old man? He reads this kind of history book all day long. Now, besides the old man, who else likes to read this kind of thing?"
"My god. Brother, you have a prejudice. It's not the old man who tells you that he likes history. There are many young people who like history, OK.
For example, at some point, I heard that many of the writers who wrote historical novels in it have earned millions. "
"Millions!" Big cousin was shocked.
But then, the big cousin who opened the door with the car key made a pair of dead eyes and said to him, "Oh, that has something to do with you."
“……”
'My heart is pierced, brother. Don't you complain about the death of Star people? '
In his heart, Mao Zhengliang deliberately opened the topic and said, "It's just my hobby to like history, not for money. After all, China has been around for five thousand years, and the history is very attractive."
"Charming? Ah."
"Really, such as the end of the Yuan Dynasty. When people talk about the end of the Yuan Dynasty, they only know Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhang Shicheng and Chen Youliang. But they don't know that it is the Red Scarf Army that evolved from the White Lotus Sect that really split the Yuan Dynasty.
Moreover, before Zhu Yuanzhang launched the Northern Expedition, the Red Scarf Army had launched a Northern Expedition. In this Northern Expedition, Mao Gui, the commander in chief of the East Route Army of the Red Scarf Army, fought all the way to Liulin, 40 miles away from Dadu of the Yuan Dynasty, almost bringing the Yuan Dynasty to an early end.
In the end, he failed only because he was assassinated by a guy named Zhao Junyong. He died in his own hands, not in battle.
Otherwise, he might have achieved something great. You know, even the later Ming History spoke highly of him. He said that he set up garrison reclamation, reduced taxes, and set up Binxing Academy to select talents. In fact, he is the wisest among the anti Yuan heroes in the Northern Kingdom. "
"Oh," said the eldest cousin.
"Oh! Is that your reaction?"
"Well, what should I do, dance in the car?"
"My God, don't you think it's wonderful, brother?
Six hundred years ago, our family surnamed Mao attracted fire in the north, and then succeeded in making the southern family surnamed Zhu the emperor.
Almost six hundred years later, two great men with the same surname joined hands again.
Don't you think it's the destiny of the universe? "
"Oh, come on, what kind of feudal superstition do you engage in? You can get involved in this, and you will soon catch up with those swindlers."
The big cousin who never believed this complained.
But then, the big cousin who stayed up late last night could not help yawning.
"Alas, brother, do you need to have a rest? We can drive now. Don't be tired driving."
"Ha~nothing, don't worry!"
"Hmm, lie in the slot, brake. Running the red light is enough for a small electric donkey to run the red light!"
"Shit! Damn it! Hurry to reincarnate!"
Seeing a man riding an electric bicycle suddenly rush past the intersection, the eldest cousin could not help but be shocked and stepped on the brake.
But no, although they succeeded in stopping the car, the SUV behind him failed to stop in time.
Then I heard the sound of "Zhuo", and the two cars came into close contact.
At this time, Mao Zhengliang, who was not tied with a seat belt, rushed out and hit the front windshield with his head.
Later, Mao Zhengliang, who was still talking, fainted after a glance.
