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Zhu Dachang, like all Tatars, is a simple person.
It¡¯s as simple as when Yanda Khan was there and Yanda Khan asked them to rob it, they just went to rob it.
It's so simple that when he started grazing with peace of mind and relying on production to make a living, if anyone came to smash his pot, he would pick up the guy without saying a word, catch these damn robbers, and then pick up the dagger and give it to this person. Damn bloody shit.
He believes in a simple principle: if you have breasts, you are a mother.
The saying "whoever has breasts is a mother" is very undignified in the eyes of the scholars. What they pay attention to is their character and not eating food that comes from outside. Although these bastards like to hunt for wild food secretly, this does not prevent them from showing their talents. Strong and iron-clad.
But for Tatars like Zhu Dachang, and even countless ordinary Han people, it is a very natural thing to have breasts and become a mother.
Because this world has given them such deep malice that even survival, even just filling their stomachs, is an extremely luxurious thing. In order to support their families, they even have to sweat and bleed, but even if In this way, it is still extremely difficult. Any disaster will make you want to do it but not get it.
Because of this, if someone gives you milk, this person is naturally their food and clothing parent, their god. Taking money from others is like murdering parents, and blocking people from eating is a heinous crime. I didn't kill you. The whole family is considered good.
Emperor Hongzhi drank some wine and became drunk.
He got up, and a carriage and horse had been prepared for him outside. Emperor Hongzhi was helped into the carriage, and Zhu Dachang sent Emperor Hongzhi out with a smile, saying: "I don't think you are from Datong. You must be a businessman from the capital of the Ming Dynasty. Here you are." In winter, our Tatar custom is to slaughter sheep, and the mutton at that time is the most tender. You might as well ask someone to bring some with you and give it to you to taste."
"Okay." Emperor Hongzhi breathed out the smell of alcohol and shook his head: "Okay, then I'll help you."
Zhu Dachang smiled: "But I don't know where your guest's address is?"
Emperor Hongzhi thought for a while and turned around: "Successor, where is my address?"
Fang Jifan was confused: "No. 1, Jingshi Road!"
Emperor Hongzhi slapped his forehead: "I don't know yet. It turns out that I still have an address. Well, it's right here, No. 1, Jingshi Road. Let's go, let's go. It's getting late. I've been bothering you for too long. Look, what's going on? It¡¯s all dark.¡±
He pointed to the sky outside the account.
The night on the grassland is a bit cold.
Emperor Hongzhi thought of Xiao Jing.
He walked out of the tent.
Zhu Dachang also came out to see him off.
Under this dark night, he was stunned.
Outside the account, there were crowds of people, but no one made a sound.
Changlehou Qiu Jing, with his vast army of troops, had already arrived quietly. Since His Majesty is here, they dare not disturb him, so everyone is like a ghost, hiding in the darkness.
When Emperor Hongzhi saw them, countless people prostrated themselves in the dark and made no sound.
Look at this undulating crowd.
Emperor Hongzhi smiled slightly: "I really can't leave you for a moment."
With that said, with the help of the eunuch, he boarded the carriage.
Fang Jifan and others also got on their horses, and then, the vast team, surrounded by carriages and horses, silently headed towards Datong.
Zhu Dachang looked confused. He felt as if he had seen a ghost.
Who is this guy¡¡
When he reacted, he wanted to open his mouth and call out to the retreating team, but it was already too late.
As if in a dream, Zhu Dachang returned to his tent. This is his own home. It is warm. This small nest has returned to its previous warmth. The woman is boiling water and the child is sleeping on the sheepskin mat. Zhu Dachang looked up, his body trembled, and he suddenly wailed: "My God, where have my Fang Jiji and Prince Zhu gone?"
When he took the shrine, the two statues had disappeared. Zhu Dachang roared excitedly. Under the night, his tent roared: "My Fang Jiji"
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It¡¯s late at night.
Zhu Houzhao couldn't sleep no matter what.
He stared at the statue, feeling that in the middle of the night, with such a statue in front of him, even he felt eerie.
He picked up his pen and started painting. He had to draw a sketch of the model first. Therefore, he needed to use charcoal to slowly outline the image of Yingwu. After thinking about it,??It is also an indispensable contribution. I have read the article sent by my order a few days ago and the reward proposed by the emperor's grandson. Have you read it? "
After Liu Jian left, Xie Qian acted as the chief assistant of the cabinet. He stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, the cabinet has discussed it. The imperial court rewards the three armies. It is for the three armies to serve their lives. This time, the rebellion of the king is quelled. It is proper to reward people according to their merits, and neither the Ministry of War nor the Ministry of Rites have any objections to this."
Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyebrows and felt particularly cheerful: "Then, let's draft an edict."
Xie Qian said: "I obey the order."
Emperor Hongzhi stood up: "This time I visited Baoding first, and then Datong. What impressed me most was the hardships of ordinary people. They are not easy What I have seen during my tour abroad, gentlemen, I would like to come. I already know a little bit about it, but I don¡¯t know what your ministers think about it.¡±
Fang Jifan stood next to Zhu Houzhao, looking listless. This kind of court meeting is the most boring. This is the case in the Ming Dynasty. The more insignificant things are discussed in the grand court meeting, and the more important military and political affairs are, But often only His Majesty and a few cabinet bachelors make the decision. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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