Chapter 51 The young master has the potential to be a rebel
"Some people look like adults, but they are actually children. Some people look like children, but they are actually adults."
Jia Liu felt this sincerely. It was really surprising that Yang Yuchun was born with supernatural powers at such a young age, and his skills were comparable to those of Li Kui and Zhang Fei.
What's especially rare is that this little guy has never practiced martial arts, which makes Jia Liu even more convinced that talent really exists in the world.
Some people are born different from others.
Just like Jia Liu himself.
How about he become the first Butha of the Eight Banners of the Han Army? Can he hire such an awesome bodyguard for himself with thirty taels?
"Master, can you please stop looking at my face when you talk... Do you think I can't hit you like a child?"
Yang Zhi was quite aggrieved. After entering the city, the young master never left Xiao Chunzi in his mouth. He really hated the old one when he got a new one.
"Why do you ask if you know...eh!"
Jia Liu's eyes were attracted by a poem on a stone tablet at the gate of Lu You Temple next to it.
The poem was written by Lu You, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, and is called "Send Fan Sheren back to the court." The inscription looks like it was from the Ming Dynasty.
"This is anti-poetry."
Jia Liu made the final comment.
"Anti-poetry?"
Yang Zhi looked closely at the poems on the stele, and then said disapprovingly: "Master, it is written under the stele that it is a poem by Lu You, a poet from the Song Dynasty. How can you say that it is anti-poetry?"
"Why isn't it an anti-poetry? Look at this sentence of Dongdu children speaking nonsense. Where is Dongdu? What does the nonsense mean?"
"And this, how about sending the Duke back to pay homage to the Lord of the Ming Dynasty? Lord of the Ming Dynasty?"
"This sentence is even more exaggerated. What does it mean to clear the dust of China early?"
"Anti-poetry, huge anti-poetry!"
Jia Liu is still very confident in his censorship ability. Fortunately, Lu You is from the Southern Song Dynasty, and he has to be cut off many times now.
Yang Zhi glanced at the young master as if he was crazy, and muttered: "Lu You's poems can be called anti-poetry by the young master, so if you put it that way, the young master is still the queen of rebels."
"What's the meaning?"
Jia Liu's eyebrows were raised: Is Shuan Zhu jealous or something? Why is he always at odds with him?
"Master, what is the old lady's name?"
Yang Zhi deliberately lowered his voice, as if this was a matter that could not be brought to light.
"Jia Hanfu."
I remember this name even when Jia Liu turned to ashes.
"Return to Han, return to Han, return to Han, young master, think about it carefully..."
Um?
Jia Liu's heart was agitated. There was something wrong with the old man's name.
"When the old man was still alive, he first served as an official of the Ming Dynasty, and later he became a high-ranking official. His name was given by the old man, so how come he has any objections?"
Jia Liu suddenly thought of something. He let out a haha, knocked Yang Zhi on the head, and cursed: "The old man's surname is Jia, he is a fake Fuhan, understand? You Zhuanzhu, how dare you make up the master, I think you are the one."
There is a bone in the back of the head..."
Unexpectedly, Yang Zhi's next words left Jia Liu speechless.
"Then young master, when you changed Yang Chun to Yang Yuchun, did you want him to learn from Chang Yuchun? He wants to learn from Chang Yuchun. Who is the young master?"
Shuan Zhu had a sinister look on his face, but he still had the honest and honest look of the past.
"You are not smart when you should be smart, and you are a thief when you are not smart."
Jia Liu groaned, raised his foot and kicked it, but he didn't really kick it down. Instead, he took it back. Then he stepped forward and patted the bolt with a smile on his face, with a look of appreciation on his face.
"I didn't realize you still have this ability... When the young master becomes an official in the future, I will definitely let you put it to good use."
"What are you doing?"
Yang Zhi looked dumbfounded.
Jia Liu ignored him and went straight to Lu Yousi for a walk. When he came out again, he saw that little guy Yang Yuchun coming.
We had agreed to meet in Luyousi before, so we didn't have to wait until night.
"Have you told your family?"
"I told you."
"Do your parents have any objections?"
"No comment."
"Well, since you are familiar with Chongzhou, take us to a delicious restaurant to eat first."
"Um."
Yang Yuchun didn't say much. He pointed to the front and said there was a good restaurant there. He and his grandfather had been there when he was a child.
Jia Liu had no objection and ran to the restaurant with Er Yang.
After going upstairs, I found that the enemy's road was narrow. The flag-filled Florentine, Hong Jiadebiao and others were sitting at the table near the window, talking and laughing.
"Hey, Devil Six!"
When Manqizi saw the three masters and servants of Jia Liu, he immediately stood up angrily, pointed at Jia Liu and cursed: "What are you doing here!"
"Have a meal."
If he had only brought Zhuan Zhu with him, Jia Liu would probably have turned around and gone downstairs without saying a word. But now that Yang Yuchun, who was capable of fighting, was here, he wanted to see if the flag-bearers dared to touch him.
"Sit down, what does it have to do with you when people eat?"
To Jia Liu's surprise, that Fuluntai had some general demeanor and didn't take advantage of the large number of people to "bully" Jia Liu and show off his power. On the contrary, the three Su La who followed him looked indignant, and from time to time
He gave Jia Liu a hard look.
Jia Liu's face looked familiar, so there was no need to ask, they were all his "old customers" and they were punished severely.
Just like that, the two parties sat at each table, and no one paid attention to the other.
After calling the waiter and ordering a few signature dishes, Jia Liu leaned on his chair, put one hand on the window sill, and looked at the market in Chongzhou with great interest.
Soon, the first braised rabbit head was put on the table. Just as Jia Liu was about to use his chopsticks, the sound of gongs was heard from the street below the window, and many people followed the sound of gongs and ran to the west.
"Master, there seems to be an execution over there?"
When Yang Zhi was in Beijing, he often went to Caishikou to watch beheadings and was very familiar with the execution scenes.
When I looked around, I saw that there was an execution ground in the center of the west fork where prisoners were executed.
Jia Liu was not interested in killing people in the execution ground, so he said "oh" casually, put a piece of rabbit head into his mouth and started to bite.
The group of Manchu and Mongolian people next door actually joined in the fun. They were lying by the window and pointing towards the west.
When the waiter came to serve the food, Jia Liu casually asked what was going on.
"I heard that some bandits who had sneaked over from Jinchuan were caught, and the Yamen called for a public execution... These bandits make trouble every year, and they make trouble every time they beat Emperor Kangxi. I don't know what they are causing.
But I’m afraid this time the trouble won’t last long. The imperial court has really taken action and sent many troops. I heard tens of thousands of soldiers from the Eight Banners came. I’m sure they can skin all these thieves..."
Jia Liu heard it funny. The Qing army deployed 70,000 to 80,000 troops in Jinchuan, but the Eight Banners soldiers, including those like them, were probably only 4,000 to 5,000 soldiers. How could there be tens of thousands of Eight Banners soldiers?
There was no need to explain anything to the waiter, so he threw the chewed rabbit head on the table. Seeing that Yang Yuchun didn't move his chopsticks, he smiled and said: "Eat, if you want to work with me, you have to eat spicy food, otherwise what?"
Are you willing to sacrifice your life for me?"
Yang Yuchun hadn't eaten meat for a long time. He was a little nervous just now because he didn't get used to it. After hearing Jia Liu's words, he relaxed a little and picked up his chopsticks to pick up a rabbit's head.
At this time, I heard a loud shout from outside: "Fellow folks in Chongzhou, can you tell me what year this is?"
The sound was extremely loud. It was the thief who was about to be tortured on the execution ground.
"Little thief, I tell you that this year is the 38th year of Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty! This will save you from being confused and unable to find your way to the underworld!"
Someone in the crowd watching the execution said this, causing the crowd to burst into laughter.
"Wrong! Wrong! You are wrong, you are all wrong!"
The young man who shouted loudly on the execution platform struggled to break away from the executioner who was trying to gag him, and shouted to the crowd with all his strength: "This year is the 127th year of the Ming Dynasty!"
"Cut it, chop it quickly!"
The officials supervising the execution were afraid that the thieves might confuse the people, so they hurriedly threw the arrows regardless of the fact that the time was not up.
"We are not traitors, we are the people of the Ming Dynasty!"
"Descendants of the Han family, one day you will wake up!"
"cut!"
Six big knives fell at the same time, and along with the pillars of blood spurting into the sky, the heads of six young good men fell to the ground at the same time, rolling down under the execution platform.
After a brief silence, the crowd suddenly became commotion, holding buckets and basins in their hands to catch the gushing blood.
Some even rushed to the head to catch the blood flowing from the severed head.
Some people rushed to the execution platform.
The scene was very chaotic, and neither the officials in charge of the prison nor the soldiers maintaining order could stop the people from looting.
"Well done, you bastard, how dare you scream when you are about to die!"
A group of Manchu and Mongolian disciples lying beside the window were also shouting excitedly, but they did not notice that the chopsticks in the hands of Guiziliu at the next table fell to the ground with a "bang".
Thief?
How could the bandits in Jinchuan be Han people? How could they be people of the Ming Dynasty?