The rise of the poor

Chapter 770 Return to Taicang
On June [-], the door is bright and the stars are shining brightly, and it is an auspicious day for repairing the door and breaking the ground.

On this day, the first ray of morning light faintly pierced through the horizon, and a trace of coolness descended on the world with the dawn. Summer mornings always make people feel refreshed. Zhu Pingan took Liu Mu with him early. Liu Dadao and Liu Dadao left the Linhuaihou Mansion and came all the way to the Qintianjian Yamen.

The sun is rising, and the horseshoes are brisk.

Blue-gray courtyards, curved stone streets, mossy brick walls, rouge and gouache shops open for business, and breakfast shops with people coming and going.
The capital gradually woke up in the morning, and the leaves of the willow trees on the side of the road began to stretch under the morning light.

When the three of Zhu Pingan arrived at the Qin Tianjian, the Qin Tianjian had not yet opened, so Zhu Pingan, Liu Mu, and Liu Dadao had breakfast at a nearby breakfast shop.

The shop waiter with a white towel warmly welcomed them into the shop. Zhu Ping'an and the others ordered three bowls of sweetened soybean juice, a dish of side dishes, and a basket of deep-fried dough sticks, and they ate them on the table by the road.

A mouthful of deep-fried dough sticks, a mouthful of side dishes, and a mouthful of soy milk, the sense of happiness bursts as soon as the stomach is full.

Coincidentally, after breakfast, he left the shop on his front foot, and saw Qin Tianjian slowly open the door on his back foot.

Liu Mu and Liu Dadao were waiting outside, Zhu Pingan entered the Qin Tianjian alone, registered his signature, and the gatekeeper led Zhu Pingan to see Zhang Siming.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, if you count your fingers, the champion should come." Zhang Siming, who is fat and big-eared like a Maitreya Buddha, and dressed in a gray Taoist robe, greeted him with a smile on his face, and pinched a seal with his fingers. .

Nonsense, today is the day to change the Kumen, I will come naturally, Zhu Pingan said something in his heart, walked two steps quickly with a smile on his face, arched his hands and said: "Hehe, the next official is here to trouble Mr. Zhang again."

"No trouble, no trouble, Zhuangyuan Lang sits for a while, and after I have someone to pack up the magic weapon, I will go to Taicang." Zhang Treasurer shook his head with a smile.

"Thank you Mr. Zhang." Zhu Pingan cupped his hands in thanks.

"Why are you being so polite? I haven't thanked Zhuangyuanlang for the article "Kneeling Before the Buddha for 3000 Years" the day before yesterday. Once this article is published, it will sweep away the haze of Taoism, and let us Taoists also feel proud. Stop here One penny is worth more than thousands of Taoist priests preaching and evangelizing." Zhang Treasurer waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Master Zhang has won the prize. Ping An is really ashamed. I still know how much Ping An has." Zhu Ping shook his head solemnly.

"Hehe, Zhuangyuanlang should not be modest. This is not what I said alone, and it is more than that. Many people think that Zhuangyuanlang's "Kneeling Before the Buddha for 3000 Years" is better than Yuan Maozhong's "Luoshui "Xuan Gui Chu Xian Rui"." Zhang Siming looked at Zhu Ping'an and said with a smile.

Uh

Not so much.

Zhu Pingan shook his head with a wry smile. Yuan Wei's couplet is very popular, and everyone knows that the flattery has reached its peak.

"That's true, there are quite a few adults in Wuyi Hall who say so." Zhang Siming smiled and looked at Zhu Ping'an again.

Don't.

Zhu Pingan shook his head when he heard it.

Yuan Wei is a conceited person, and he thought he was not pleasing to the eye. If he came back from patrolling the border and heard such a statement, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing for him.

I know the history. Yuan Weiqing's Ci is a masterpiece, and he is very favored by Emperor Jiajing. The speed of this buddy's promotion is unprecedented. Don't look at him now as a bachelor's student. Within ten years, this buddy will be crowned prince. Bao and Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites will quickly enter the cabinet, and together with Li Chunfang, Yan Na, Guo Pu and others, they will be called "Prime Ministers of Qing Ci".

It is definitely not a good thing to be disliked by such a promising and narrow-minded person.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhang Si ordered someone to pour a cup of tea for Zhu Pingan, and asked Zhu Pingan to wait a while before going out to order someone to prepare the magic weapon.

After about two cups of tea, Zhang Siming came in and said that the utensils were ready and he could set off for Taicang.

When Zhu Pingan and Zhang Siming went out, they saw the magic tools prepared by Zhang Siming. The so-called magic tools were joss paper money, cinnabar, brushes, Taoist symbols, mahogany swords, bells, black dog blood, sheep blood, and cow blood. Waiting for things.

In addition to Zhang Siming, Qin Tianjian also had two Taoist priests who went to Taicang together. These two Taoist priests were much more refined and professional than the fat-headed and big-eared Zhang Siming.According to Zhang Siming's introduction, these two Taoist priests are also officials of Qintianjian, the five-official supervisor of the ninth rank, and they are "talents" selected from famous Taoist temples.

Zhang Siming sat in a carriage, and the other two Taoist priests sat in the other carriage, looking at the magic weapon by the way.

Zhu Ping gathered Zhang Siming's carriage and was about to go out and ride again.

As soon as the carriage left the gate of Qin Tianjian, Zhu Ping'an saw the blood-dropping sword leading more than twenty Dongchang fans, each holding a horse, waiting outside the gate.

Dripping Blood Sword was expressionless, standing straight in front of the door, wearing a white official uniform and a black cloak, with a scarlet long sword hanging from his waist, and a "Dongchang" waist badge hanging from his waist.

Dongchang Fanzi behind him was also wearing a black cloak, divided into two rows, with his right hand resting on his waist knife, standing silently behind the blood-dropping sword.

There was no sound at all, like statues, exuding endless coldness.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Zhang Siming, who had been smiling all the time, couldn't hold back the smile on his face when he saw Dripping Blood Sword waiting for the Dongchang Fanzi.

All the people who passed by here on the road avoided them at a distance, they didn't dare to breathe, and walked quickly around the detour.

Liu Mu and Liu Dadao, who were waiting outside, were also filled with apprehension. They led the horse and stood opposite them, not daring to look directly at Dripping Blood Sword and other Dongchang people.When they were in the village, they heard a lot about the vicious names of Dongchang and Jinyiwei, what kind of torture, how to kill people without blinking, killing people without breaking the law, etc. It can be said that the factory guards made the people frightened. The existence of Liu Mu and Liu Dadao are considered bold, and ordinary people pee their pants early when they stand there.

"Morning Zhang Baihu, morning officers." Zhu Pingan got out of the carriage and greeted Dripping Blood Sword and others.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhu, the miscellaneous family came here to wait for Mr. Zhu's order, and everything is under the command of your lord, and you dare not disobey." Zhang Baihu replied with a soft smile.

"My lord orders, don't dare to disobey." The two rows of Dongchang fans shouted in unison.

This morning, Emperor Jiajing ordered Huang Jin to send a team to wait for Zhu Ping'an's dispatch, and Huang Jin sent the blood-dropping sword.

Zhu Pingan was overjoyed when he heard the words, and the people from Dongchang were intimidated by him. What he wished for, he cupped his hands and said to Zhang Baihu and the others, "Don't dare to order. Today, I still have to rely on Zhang Baihu and the officers for help."

So a group of people went to Taicang in a mighty way.

(End of this chapter)