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Chapter 1 A Bloodbath Caused by a Piece of Clothing

"Ptooey! Spit! Spit!"

Yang Shaofeng was woken up by someone splashing cold water on him.

A soldier dressed in red lacquered armor that reached his waist, with a long sword hanging at his waist and a broken bowl in his hand, looked at Yang Shaofeng with great pride, constantly boasting to his comrades about how superb his medical skills were: "Is he awake? I told you, a bowl of cold water would definitely wake up this young master."

Young master?

Yang Shaofeng felt a tightness in his anus and tried to get up, but found himself powerless. Helpless, he could only shrink back and ask, "Who are you? What little husband?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Shaofeng sensed that something was wrong.

I was sleeping at 10 Downing Street last night, with a sweet and soft young lady in my arms. If someone had touched me, I would have been fully aware of it, no matter how sleepy I was. How could I have woken up to find myself in the middle of nowhere?

And the red lacquered waist armor worn by these people is a standard garment from the early Ming Dynasty. It's not unfamiliar to any Ming Dynasty enthusiast, and as a seasoned reader who has read countless online novels, Yang Shaofeng is even more familiar with it.

Especially the spears in the soldiers' hands, whose originally bright red tassels had turned into a tangled blackish-red, and even faintly emitted a fishy stench, did not look like extras playing a prank on them.

Looking down at himself, he realized he was wearing a blue scholar's long gown.

So, I'm wearing this?

Before Yang Shaofeng could figure out whether he had truly transmigrated or someone had spent a lot of money to prank him, his stomach suddenly rumbled, followed by a sharp pain from extreme hunger. In particular, the faint aroma of rice wafting from not far away made Yang Shaofeng's mouth water.

Another soldier, also dressed in red lacquered waist armor, brought over a broken bowl, pushed aside the guy who had been showing off his medical skills, squatted down in front of Yang Shaofeng, and said with a smile, "Young master, here is some rice soup. Drink it first to fill your stomach."

Yang Shaofeng was so hungry that his eyes were practically glowing green. He was about to reach for the rice porridge when suddenly everything went black before his eyes. He felt dizzy and his whole body went limp, as if all his muscles and bones had been removed.

Before he passed out, Yang Shaofeng vaguely heard the soldier who had been carrying the rice soup cursing loudly: "Hurry up and feed him the rice soup! Damn it, I finally found a scholar, don't let him starve to death! This damned Tartar, what a scoundrel!"

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Whether he liked it or not, Yang Shaofeng had no choice but to accept the fact that he had transmigrated—he was a fine young man born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze, and last night he had only discussed academic issues with a young lady a few more times, and when he woke up he had transmigrated to the Ming Dynasty.

According to the soldier carrying the rice soup, they were part of the Ming army that followed Xu Da and Chang Yuchun on their northern expedition against the Mongol Yuan dynasty. Emperor Zhu Chongba had ascended the throne last year, and this year was the first year of the Hongwu reign.

Emperor Zhu Chongba, that's the one who started with a bowl, got up earlier than the chickens, slept later than the dogs, and worked harder than the oxen. He recovered the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun, and was very capable in both civil and military affairs. However, he has been cursed for hundreds of years because he would skin corrupt officials alive.

The guy who splashed him awake and the one who shouted that he would feed him rice porridge were indeed soldiers from the Ming Dynasty who had unexpectedly saved him while passing through Ningyang County to collect corpses outside the city.

This means that from now on, not only will I no longer have air conditioning and watermelon, no more Manman and Jiajia, and I will no longer be able to enjoy the feeling of choosing concubines at No. 10 Downing Street and Phoenix Island, but I will also have to find a way to survive in the first year of Hongwu.

This wouldn't have been a big deal in itself—after all, having read so many online novels, Yang Shaofeng was used to things like time travel. Plus, as a scholar, as long as he could make some money, acquire some businesses, and open a few clubs like the one at 10 Downing Street, life would still be just as good.

However, as the famously decadent writer Zhou Xun once said: "Ideals are lofty, but reality is harsh."

Yang Shaofeng wanted to live the decadent life of a landlord as soon as possible, but Lady Luck clearly didn't favor him. On the contrary, Jiang Taigong's wife paid close attention to Yang Shaofeng.

In order to reduce the resistance to the Northern Expedition and win the support of the people in the north, Emperor Zhu Chongba warned the army before Xu Da led the troops to set out, requiring them to "not kill or plunder wherever the army goes." Yang Shaofeng was wearing a scholar's long gown when he was discovered by the Ming army. He was the kind of scholar who not only could not be killed or plundered, but was also very valuable to win over.

Even more coincidentally, Yang Shaofeng was a Ming Dynasty enthusiast before his time travel. Upon seeing the Ming army, he not only did not show fear, but also subtly revealed a sense of curiosity and affinity.

This behavior, in the eyes of the Ming soldiers, was naturally seen as Yang Shaofeng's "heart turned to the Ming Dynasty".

Coupled with his "extraordinary knowledge and eloquent speech," Yang Shaofeng quickly transformed from "a scholar found by the roadside who was on the verge of starvation" into "a Confucian scholar who yearned for the Ming Dynasty and was willing to go to the Ming Dynasty even knowing that he might starve to death."

By the time Yang Shaofeng fully accepted the fact that he had transmigrated and was secretly pondering how to enjoy life, he was already being transported by the Ming army he had first encountered to Chang Yuchun, the Grand Councilor of Military and Political Affairs, Deputy General of the Northern Expeditionary Army, and the second-in-command of the Ming army.

Then, Chang Yuchun, with his leopard-like eyes, tiger-like cheeks, thick beard, face as black as charcoal, and body like an iron tower, waved his hand after a brief inquiry and examination, saying that Ningyang County had been ravaged by the Yuan army. It just so happened that Young Master Yang was well-read and devoted to the Ming Dynasty. I, Old Chang, also think that you are a rare talent. Why don't you temporarily serve as the magistrate of Ningyang County?

The tone was kind, but the attitude was firm and left no room for refusal.

Chang Yuchun's implication was that the Yuan Dynasty's four-class system had led to discord between the North and South, and the Ming Dynasty needed to win over the hearts of the North. Therefore, he needed Yang Shaofeng to play the role of the "horse bone" in the "buying a horse bone for a thousand pieces of gold" scheme. Of course, if you, Young Master Yang, didn't want to be the horse bone, he wouldn't force you, but if he could make you the horse bone, he would also make you a corpse.

In short, it was a bizarre time travel, a bizarre encounter with the living Chang Yuchun, and after a rather farcical meeting, he received an even more farcical temporary appointment. Yang Shaofeng then became the acting magistrate of Ningyang County, Yanzhou Prefecture, Shandong Province, in the Ming Dynasty, becoming a glorious underling of Emperor Zhu Chongba.

What the hell is going on?!

What if one day Emperor Zhu Chongba were to kill her? Wouldn't that be a bloodbath caused by a piece of clothing?

Then, Yang Shaofeng, the county magistrate who had been forced into the position, began to have a headache.