"Mr. Su, why are you so mean to be a slut yourself?!" Zhu Dapeng felt more and more guilty as he heard it. He quickly apologized to Mr. Su, "I really didn't say that you didn't have ink in your stomach. I don't understand the rules of the Great Yuan Dynasty!"

"It's not a plea!" Mr. Su picked up a cup of tea, took a big sip, and then continued to belittle himself, "As the saying goes, seven doctors, eight prostitutes, nine scholars, ten beggars, some scholars have no character as good as prostitutes. Prostitutes also know that if they take other people's money, they have to use all their abilities to serve them. Some scholars, when they take other people's money, they will bite them back."

"Stop, stop, let's not talk about these things. Let's go out of the question!" Zhu Dapeng was a scholar in his previous life. He felt uncomfortable in his heart and stood up and waved his hand again. He realized that if Mr. Su was to be put into the future, he would definitely be a hard-core angry young man, and he would still be angry until he was old and never repent. But this is good, the angry young man basically has a conscience. This old man himself doesn't have much favorable feelings for the Mongolian Yuan court. As long as it is not the most critical moment, the old man will not stab himself in the back for the Mongolian Yuan court.

In the 21st Century Forum, nine out of ten people were angry young people. The degree of anger and direction was different. Even Zhu Dapeng himself was no exception. So after discovering Mr. Su, an angry young man in ancient times, his vigilance towards the latter suddenly faded away.

Mr. Su was originally a good at observing his expressions. Seeing that Zhu Dapeng became closer and closer to him, he also cheered up his spirits and assumed the problems and troubles that the other party might encounter when he went to visit Sesame Li, and gave corresponding solutions.

Talk about it, before he knew it, the sun had already set west. Mr. Su looked at the sky outside, stood up, and smiled and suggested: "It's basically the case. Anyway, as long as the lord bite himself to death, he is the master of the Maitreya Church, Sesame Li dare not do anything to you. It is not a simple matter to manage a city, and he will definitely be busy today. So the lord should go to see him before dinner, and never stay with him for dinner, and just say that he wants to come back to appease the people in the jurisdiction. In this way, if he doesn't have enough time, it is natural that he will not find too many flaws in your words!"

"Then I'll go now!" Zhu Dapeng immediately stood up and hugged the famous painting that had been rolled up in his arms. "The problem is"

After looking at Mr. Su, he hesitated to sit back on the chair, "The question is, Sesame Li, can Sesame Li know the value of this painting?"

"Don't worry, lord, even if I don't know about Sesame Li this morning, I know now!" Mr. Su smiled and responded confidently.

"How do you say this?" Zhu Dapeng couldn't understand the twists and asked on his own initiative.

Mr. Su smiled again and curled his lips disdainfully, "Last night, the Red Turban Army entered the city, and Daluhuachi and Lord Yin of Zhou were forcibly captured. The Tongzhi Master Yu took the initiative to open the door and surrender. The subordinates heard that Sesame Li also gave him a big official position and asked him to continue to help the rebel army govern Xuzhou. With him beside Sesame Li, what treasures can be seen?!"

"Will he take the initiative to expose us?" Zhu Dapeng was startled and asked in a low voice.

"It's not that, but I don't know what we are from!" Mr. Su shrugged his lips and looked disdainful. "He was a co-educator, but he used to be a tablet. There was Daluhuachi pressing on it, and there was Mahama squeezing below. Except for getting a bonus from the yamen regularly, he couldn't control anything. As for the situation at the bottom of Xuzhou City, he was even more disgusted! Sesame Li asked him to help, but asked the blind man for directions, which wasted his time!"

"Oh!" Zhu Dapeng nodded repeatedly, and his confidence increased a lot. "Then arrange a few reliable brothers for me and let them go with me. I'm here." He pointed at his head, "I'm still confused about the streets in Xuzhou here!"

"Sir, I'll go and call someone now." Mr. Su stood up very simply, pulled out his legs and walked out.

Zhu Dapeng personally sent this person to the door and then returned to the table to wait patiently. He did not trust Mr. Su 100%, but now there is no one available except Mr. Su. Those white men and the prisoners seem to be more awe of him than Mr. Su. But until now, Zhu Dapeng still cannot call out most of them, and he has no knowledge of these people's abilities, knowledge and character. How could it be too late to choose one of them as an arm?!

In just five minutes, Mr. Su broke back. Behind him, he was seven or eight men who looked very capable, each with red cloth covering his head, blue shirt covering his body, and a sheathed hand-shot Pu Dao was standing horizontally. The two led by Mr. Su's favorite disciples, Sun Sanshiyi and Wu Ershiyi, who were rushing to go to the small building in the back garden to pick women.

One of the two guys held a new set of official uniforms in both hands, while the other one held a pair of thin-soled soap boots in a vermilion tray. After entering the room, he first greeted Zhu Dapeng. Then he squatted down and served the latter's changing clothes with his own hands.

"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself!" Zhu Dapeng couldn't enjoy the treatment of such a master, so he waved his hand to stop it. After hearing this, Sun Sanshiyi and Wu Er blushed immediately and squatted on the ground. They were neither moving nor retreating, and they didn't know where to put their hands and feet!

"My lord values ​​you, and I can't bear to let you do such chores!" Mr. Su was a little used to Zhu Dapeng's style of treating people equally. He cleared his throat and whispered to remind him. "You haven't put down your clothes and boots, and asked the maid to come in and serve you! The masters are clumsy, spend more time on charging for the adults, and don't pretend to be attentive here."

"Yes!" Sun Sanshiyi and Wu Er were pardoned and blushed away. After a moment, the six girls who had knocked over the basin entered one after another, wearing socks and clothes, and dressed up Zhu Dapeng in a new look.

"Hair?" Zhu Dapeng took the bronze mirror and looked at it, pointing to his head and asked.

"The master of the Maitreya Cult is a lay disciple, so you can't shave your head." Mr. Su had noticed these details for a long time, and responded in a low voice without thinking. "Besides, in order to deceive the government, you could not turn your hair into a monk."

"Indeed, everything is the overall situation first, and there is no need to get entangled in the details!" The highest level of deceiving is to deceive yourself first and enter the drama. Zhu Dapeng nodded, his lips slightly raised, and seven were dissatisfied with eight were resentful. "Young people, lead the way and lead the master to meet the general manager Li!"

"Yes!" Sun Sanshiyi and Wu Ershiyi stretched their chests, led the other six men to set off and flocked out to protect Zhu Dapeng.

The residences of the dignitaries in Xuzhou City are concentrated in the north-narrow area. Therefore, Zhu Dapeng's temporary residence is not far from the state government office where Sesame Li is currently handling official duties. According to the 21st century timing method, about ten minutes later, the group had arrived at the destination. First, stop more than ten meters away from the state government office, and then Sun Sanshiyi took the initiative to come forward to say hello to the officer on duty, "This military officer invites me! My master, the head of the Maitreya Sect Dazhi Hall, and the governor of the left army under the account of the Xuzhou General Manager of the Red Turban Army, came to meet the general manager. Please inform the military officer on his behalf!" As he spoke, two small silver ingots were drawn from his sleeves and skillfully stuffed them into the palm of his hand.

"Is it General Zhu? Please wait!" The other party responded very politely, but refused to take Sun Sanshiyi's silver ingot. He shook his sleeves and trotted into the report.

Soon, the main gate of the state yamen opened with drums and music. A strong man wearing a cloak led the crowd to greet him, "Is it Master Zhu of Dazhi Hall? You finally woke up! I heard that you were injured for the war last night, and I felt very uneasy."

Seeing this person as a person with a strong back and a bear-bearing waist, Zhu Dapeng made a bold move in his every move. He knew that he must be the Sesame Li of the Xuzhou General Manager. He quickly stepped forward a few steps and, according to the method Mr. Su taught in advance, held one hand in front of his chest and bowed, "Blessing the true Buddha of Maitreya, the disciples are safe, I have to worry about it if I have time."

"Maitreya's True Buddha blesses, the great general manager will carry out all things to overcome the disasters of the last days. He will be invincible in every battle!" Sun Sanshiyi and others also followed Zhu Dapeng, pretending to be a god and ghost, with a full face of compassion.

This hand was a bit beyond Sesame Li's expectations. He frowned first, then smiled, and hugged his hands in flames in front of his chest, returning with the etiquette of the Ming Cult that he had just learned for a few days. "The Lord of Light is above. May Brother Zhu be healthy and not sick or pain in this life. May the light in the world last forever, and there will be no more crying!"

"May the light in the world last forever, and there will be no more crying!" "Sesame Li and the red scarf generals behind him saw this, and quickly pinched their hands into flames to salute. For a moment, they were half a pound and eight taels against Zhu Dapeng, which was equal to each other.

At this time, the Ming Cult, the White Lotus Sect and the Maitreya Sect had publicly announced the unity of the three religions and jointly respect the God of Light. Therefore, when both parties saw the rituals in religious ways, it was equivalent to determining the identity of the same clan. They would not attack and kill each other without having an irreconcilable hatred between them. Zhu Dapeng had deduced this scene with Mr. Su countless times in advance, and saw that everything was as prepared as he was, his heart felt much more relaxed. He put away the etiquette of the Maitreya Sect, clasped his fists again, and bowed solemnly, "Zhu Bashiyi, the governor of the Left Army, came to report to the Grand Chief Executive. He then went through fire and water, but was sent by the Grand Chief Executive!"

"Hmm?!" Sesame Li didn't expect that after forcing her to admit her identity, she immediately turned around 180 degrees. She was stunned and laughed, "Okay, what a Zhu Bashiyi. I heard someone tell you how great you were, but I still don't believe it. Now I see you, it's true that she is a young hero, and her reputation is worthy!"

PS: The fall of the Song Dynasty and the rise of Yuan Dynasty did indeed cut off the seeds of reading in China. More than 100,000 people flocked to the sea, and many cultural elites and backbones of the nation were buried in the belly of fish. Whenever they thought of this, they were heartbroken. The feelings that had not been fulfilled in the "Guidelines" all ended in "The Man's Walk"!
Chapter completed!