"Did the imperial court just promulgate a salary increase and a clean pension for officials? I heard it from the same year this morning. Please remember the URL of this website:" said a diner who looked like a scholar.
"This official knew this news very quickly," said the merchant.
The diners who heard about it for the first time made various comments again: "What, if you want to give these people a salary increase, they won't get enough?"
"Then what is Yanglianjin?"
"Does the imperial court have that much money?"[
"The silver in the Ming Dynasty's treasury has already gone into their pockets, so there is still money."
"To be fair, there are still some officials who are not greedy. Their lives are too poor just relying on their previous salaries."
"Fart, can you take a few less concubines? All that money will be spent on the woman's belly."
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After the merchant finished telling the news, he also wanted to speak, so he stretched out his hands and pressed them down to signal the diners around him to be quiet.
The diners all gave him respect and slowly became quiet.
"Everyone, to be honest, as the brother said just now, the salary of an official is really not enough. My monthly income, Huang, is higher than that of a fourth-rank official." The merchant said.
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When he saw someone wanting to speak, he quickly raised his voice and continued: "Listen to me first. The emperor wants to fight corruption. How can the officials who handle errands survive? At least they can't be lower than people like me, right? Those are officials.
master."
Most people said nothing, only a few nodded in agreement.
"And because the Jianlu are still in the capital, the most important thing at the moment is to drive them away without letting the current court situation hold them back. Therefore, the emperor took this action as a last resort. You guys
Those who are clamoring to raise the butcher's knife, have they ever thought about the emperor's difficulties?"
The merchant must have drunk too much and his face is a little red.
A young man sitting on the chair to his left was a little unconvinced and retorted loudly: "What can't hold us back? Isn't the situation in Tianchao a few days ago so bad? Zhongxing Bo came back from a victorious battle."
"Yes, yes, eight thousand Tatars were killed." The man next to the young man immediately added.
A "pop" sound sounded in the lobby. Everyone looked around and found that a young man sitting at the back table sprayed a table of rice. Fortunately, his companion didn't have any objections and took the initiative to clear the table.
"No, I heard it was more than 10,000 Tatars." The strong man who had been silent before said now, "The women who came here to buy meat these days have spread the word, that's the number."
"You said that the imperial court has been fighting for so many years, but has not defeated the Tatars. The most they can do is defend the city. Uncle Zhongxing killed so many Tatars when he took action?" The short man asked the question in his mind, a little doubtful.
This victory is reliable or not.
When the merchant saw his companions at the table asking each other, he said: "You are wrong. Now we are not Zhongxing Bo, but Zhongxing Marquis. According to the emperor's imperial edict, he was given the title of marquis for military merit. The matter of killing the Tatars, then
It’s a done deal.”
"Don't you know, Uncle Zhongxing, oh, the affairs of Marquis Zhongxing?" Someone from the table to his right also joined in and said.
"whats the matter?"[
"That's why Zhongxing Hou can kill so many Tatars, but others can't."
The strong man stood up this time and said back to the man: "I know this. I heard what those women said. Marquis Zhongxing is a god who descended to earth. He is eight feet tall and can swallow clouds and spit out mist. Even the Thunder God and Lightning Mother listen to him."
The sound of "poof" sounded again, louder than the first time, and everyone looked at the table again in dissatisfaction.
Sure enough, it was the young man who sprayed a whole table of rice again, ruining the dishes that had just been served.
"My dear, what do you mean? Did I say something wrong? Let me tell you, I heard what those women said with my own ears. One woman said that her man had seen with his own eyes what Zhongxing Hou did, and that he had great magical power."
Before the strong man could finish speaking, a gust of cold wind blew in, causing the tables near the door to tremble, including the strong man. He was startled, and turned around to look over, only to realize that the door curtain had been opened.
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An old man who was over fifty years old came in. He scanned the lobby and soon found a group of people sitting at the back table. He walked over quickly and said to the young man who had just sprayed rice twice: "Sir, cement factory
Someone is coming to your house to tell you the good news."
"Oh, it must have come out of the glass. Let's go back immediately." The young man said to his companion at the same table.
After finishing speaking, he stood up and said to the old man just now: "Uncle Yu, I'm going to the cement factory first. You can help me pay the bill."
"Okay, sir, be careful on the road." The old man responded.
People at the two tables inside stood up and walked out surrounded by the young man.
The old man called the waiter to settle the bill and then prepared to go out. A diner near the door thought the old man looked familiar, as if he had gone to his store to buy something.
So, he stopped the old man. He bowed to the old man first, and then said: "May I ask if you are Uncle Yu, the steward of the Zhongxing Hou Mansion?"
"Exactly." Yu Haining replied, and then looked at the diner, wondering what was going on.
"That young man just now," the diner drawled, not daring to confirm.
"Who else can make this old man a prince? Of course it's the Xinghou in my family!" Yu Haining felt that this question was not a problem at all.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of exclamation in the lobby. No one expected that the protagonist of the topic was eating in the same lobby as them. Especially the strong man, his mouth was opened wide and he was speechless. He felt like he was being raped by those women.
You were fooled, and you’re still eight feet tall!
Seeing the scene in the lobby, Yu Haining felt a little proud and walked out with his head held high.
Zhong Jinwei originally wanted to change his taste, so he went out in plain clothes with his escort. According to Uncle Yu's introduction, he could have a meal nearby and experience the Ming Dynasty style, but he didn't expect to encounter something like this.
As he hurried on, he said to Gu Baichuan, who was a little behind him: "The power of rumors has turned me into a man eight feet tall, and killed more than 10,000 Tatars. If this spread continues, it is estimated that more people will be killed than
The total population of Jianlu is much larger."
When he said this, he himself started laughing, and Gu Baichuan and the others also started laughing. Rumors were never reliable, especially those spread by old women.
At this time, the Tatars, who had been exterminated by rumors by the people in the capital, were seeking to see the slave chief Taiji.[
"Why do you all come to see me together?" Huang Taiji vaguely guessed their intention, but still asked quietly.
"Great Khan, we saw that Da Jin had withdrawn his troops and stayed in a few cities, and no longer went out to fight the Ming army, so we want to go back to the grassland." A representative who was presented in advance saw Huang Taiji asking first, and came out to express his intention.
"Yes, yes, Khan, there is no use for us staying here, we just want to go back to the grassland. Our children are still waiting for us to go back to the grassland." Another representative then added another reason.
"If you leave now, you will probably regret it." Huang Taiji said leisurely.
When the leader of the Mongolian tribe heard this, he immediately smelled a familiar smell of conspiracy, as if he was tempting people to fall into his trap again.
Some leaders of the Mongolian tribes resisted and ignored Huang Taiji's words, but a few still couldn't resist and asked Huang Taiji: "Great Khan, what regrets do you have?"
"Don't you know? I thought you knew." Huang Taiji pretended to be so ignorant.
"Khan, what happened?"
"The reason why I am shrinking our troops now is so that the faint king of the Ming Dynasty will no longer be wary of us." Huang Taiji told the current situation to these Mongolian leaders. After all, if they want to attack the capital, these cannon fodder may still be used.
Arrived.
As soon as the Mongolian leaders listened to Huang Taiji's explanation, those who had been calm before began to become unable to sit still, while the ones who had been unable to remain calm before were even more enthusiastic, fantasizing about breaking into the capital of the Ming Dynasty, which was not gold and silver.
The ones from the mountains have moved to the grasslands.
But no matter what, there are still a few people among the Mongols who are sober-minded, especially the tribal leaders who suffered heavy losses in Changli before. The leader of the Aohan tribe asked Huang Taiji: "If the Hunjun of the Ming Dynasty is not fooled,
, will the Great Khan allow us to return to the grassland first? Our tribe’s losses in Changli were too great.”
Huang Taiji still didn't want to let these cannon fodder go. He thought for a moment and was about to speak when he suddenly called Fan Wencheng for an urgent meeting.
Therefore, Huang Taiji told these Mongolian leaders to stay away from them, and turned back to Houya to summon Fan Wencheng.