"There is not a damn good person in the civil and military circles of this dynasty!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
In the teahouse, a man who looked like he was in his forties put down the newspaper in his hand and cursed with a teasing smile. Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from everyone around him.
I don't know since when, the old and young men in the capital have developed the habit of coming to the teahouse early every morning, and asking for a pot of jasmine flowers and a copy of the Yingtian Times.
While reading the newspaper, drinking tea, scolding and laughing.
What you criticize is corrupt officials, what you laugh about is officials' right and wrong, and gossipy news.
"Third Master, why do you say that there are no good people in civil and military circles in this dynasty?" the waiter of the teahouse asked with a smile, leaning against the window.
"Can any good person be so domineering?" The member named Sanye clicked on the front page of the newspaper, "Look, good guys, just because Annan didn't send an envoy to express his condolences to the Ming Dynasty. Long Live Lord Long Yan was furious, and the Minister of Rites
The feudal vassal issued state documents one after another. Look at what this country writes. It comes from a great country but does not know etiquette. It has been taught by the Celestial Empire but does not know kindness!"
"Tsk tsk, the Governor's Office of the Fifth Army and the Ministry of War also followed suit and asked Chen Bing to color the border for Annan to see!" The third master glanced at the newspaper again and exclaimed, "Oh, look at this guy! Guangxi
Han Guan, the son of the Zhongzhuang Marquis of Gaoyang and the general of Guilin, the Commander-in-Chief of the Dusi, wrote to the Long Live Lord. I am willing to take three thousand tiger warriors, march to Ping'an South, and capture King Fan in front of the tomb of Emperor Taizu Gao... Tsk, isn't this bullying?
?”
"Hahahaha!" There was another burst of laughter all around.
But this laugh sounds like a proud laugh no matter how you listen to it.
Although the Third Master spoke in a teasing tone, he shook his head when talking about this matter, with a sense of pride for all the people of the Kingdom of Heaven.
"When our Lord Hongwu was in power, he repaired internal affairs and built schools. He said that all the Ming vassals were under the Ming Dynasty, and the Heavenly Dynasty did not add weapons and weapons. As for our current Long Live Lord, well, he is like the king of hell!" Third Master continued
smiled.
"That's right!" Someone nearby joked, "Our Ming Dynasty Emperor Hongwu, Long Yu, has passed away, and they didn't even come. It's so rude!"
"I tell you, beat him up!" Someone said while holding a tea bowl, "Our Ming Dynasty used to be too damn kind to the surrounding vassal states!"
However, some people held objections. A few scholar-looking people worriedly said, "Swordsmanship is nothing but a piece of cake! Annan is disrespectful, and the worst he can do is not associate with him. It's too big of a trivial matter to raise an army to accuse him because of this matter!"
"
As soon as he finished speaking, an ordinary idle man jumped out from beside him and said, "You know a thing! Good people can be bullied by others, and those small foreign countries are so damn good at it!"
"That's right, my brother-in-law works in the Ministry of Rites. He said that in the past few years, Annan has been complaining to us about border issues. He said that our Ming Dynasty occupied their land. Bah!"
"In the past few years since the destruction of Goryeo, in which year have all the nations not come to court? As for Annan, he has not been seen for several years. His disobedience is clearly revealed!"
Suddenly, there was another sound of indignation all around.
In fact, for many people, they may not be able to tell clearly where Annan is, and they don't care about the affairs there at all. They are also fairly kind-hearted people. But once it comes to the face of the Ming Dynasty, these people
The people became violent.
"Third Master, are you really going to fight?" someone asked.
"Whether we want to fight or not, it doesn't matter what we say, it's always up to the Lord Long Live to make the decision!" The third master said with airs, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by stars, "But, Annan is still a country after all, and there are still three broken ships.
Where is Thousand Nails! If we really need to fight, it won’t happen at this moment. We must be fully prepared!”
People around him nodded in agreement.
But next to him, another man who looked like a scholar said, "The newspaper is a newspaper, not a royal newspaper. It cannot be taken seriously. It is estimated that the final result of this matter, that is, Annan sending an envoy to apologize, is unlikely.
Real beating!" He said, paused, "If we really want to fight, we won't make a fuss in the newspapers!"
When people around me think about it, they are right!
Between countries, it is not as simple as two people rolling up their sleeves and fighting directly.
"You know what the heck!" The third master felt that his face had been lost and he cursed, "Our long live master, the living king of hell, has the temperament of disowning his relatives, and he is used to Annan's disrespectful habit?"
As he said that, he looked at the crowd and said, "Not to mention Annan Xiaobang, our vassal kings in the Ming Dynasty are still his uncles. He will do whatever he says!"
Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet.
"Have a look!" The third master was unaware and continued, "In the newspaper a few days ago, several uncles directly deposed Wang Jue and imprisoned him in Fengyang, and ransacked all his houses... Hehe, have you heard that it's true?
The gold and silver mountains are being sent to the palace! It’s true that the vassal king fell and Yongchang was full...Our long live master must punish whoever he wants to punish!"
"Third master, third master!"
The shopkeeper of the teahouse couldn't sit still at the counter. He ran out and nodded, bowing and cupping his hands and saying, "You don't want to talk nonsense!" He pointed to the plaque of the teahouse and said, "I have saved up my father's hard-earned money."
In business, the whole family relies on chewing grain!"
"That's right!" Someone whispered beside him, "Third Master, don't say this nonsense!"
"What are you afraid of!" The third master glared and shook the newspaper in his hand, "Did you see what the small print at the bottom of the Yingtian Times is? Remember to defend the people more than the river! What does this mean? That is to say, even if the emperor
, and there is no reason not to let others speak!”
"Ah, we are all ordinary people. Life is fucking hard enough on weekdays, but we are not allowed to talk? The purpose of running a newspaper is to let people talk! Oh, just allow him to report, but the people are not allowed to talk, then the damn newspaper will be repaid.
What?"
"Third Master! Good Third Master!" the teahouse owner smiled bitterly, "You take it, you take it! Can't I beg you?"
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Not far away, right inside the teahouse, is a bun shop that rents the space of the teahouse to buy buns.
Zhu Yunxi took the last bite of the bun stuffed with pork and green onions, wiped his mouth and stood up, "Give me the money!"
Li Jinglong, who was squinting at the third master's words, heard the sound and took out a few copper coins from his arms and placed them in a row on the table.
"Master!" Li Jinglong whispered, "The people over there don't speak well. I think I should..."
Zhu Yunxi turned around, "What should we do? Beat him up and arrest him?" He looked over there and smiled, "Let them do it! Ordinary people just talk about having fun and don't even give them this little bit of fun."
What have they become to me?"
"You are wise!" Li Jinglong gave a thumbs up, "Throughout the ages, I have read through history books, but I have never found anyone as broad-minded as you!"
"Stop flattering!" Zhu Yunxi laughed and continued to move forward.
The national mourning has passed, and midsummer has quietly arrived.
Unable to bear the scorching heat of the Forbidden City, Zhu Yunxi left the palace incognito with his entourage despite his busy schedule.
The group of people walked along the bustling streets, their ears filled with the noise of the market.
Once upon a time, the old man also liked to stroll around the streets and alleys with nothing to do.
Now, the world is still the same but there is no old friend.
"I remember there was a good dog meat seller in front of me!" As he walked, Zhu Yunxi said, "Go over and see if that stall is still there!" As he said that, he turned his head inadvertently and saw Zhu Gaochi behind him, with a big head.
Sweating and panting while walking.
"It's only been a few steps and you're so tired?" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
Zhu Gaochi grabbed a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile, "It's too hot! When it's hot, I don't like to move!"
"It's because you're too fat, so you don't like to move. The more you don't move, the fatter you get, and the fatter you get, the weaker you are!" Zhu Yunxi looked at him, suddenly stretched out a finger, poked Zhu Gaochi's chubby belly, and asked with a smile, "How many people are there?"
It’s one month?”
"Huh?" Zhu Gaochi was stunned.
Pfft, Li Jinglong couldn't help laughing.
Then, he quickly whispered, "Sorry, sorry!"
Zhu Gaochi lowered his head and looked at his belly, feeling very unhappy.
He didn't want to get fat, but he didn't know what was wrong. The more he didn't want to get fat, the more he got fatter. He was obviously so busy these days that he wished he had a body cloning technique, but the waistband of his pants was still two feet wider.
At this time, Zhu Yunxi in front said again, "Have the confiscated properties of the kings been sent to the capital?"
This chapter has been completed!