Daming Yinghua

Chapter 416: The Way of a Spy and the Way of an Official

The Han boy opened his mouth and carefully put down the box. Without saying a word, he knelt down in front of the kang and kowtowed to Mang Gurtai and Mu Zaohua.

"This slave pays his regards to Master Beile and Master Erzhen."

Mang Gurtai removed his cigarette holder, turned his head and said to Mu Zaohua: "Hey, this Nikan bastard is quite good at shouting the right title. I know you are serious."

Mu Zaohua sneered and said to the young man lying on the ground like a toad: "You slave, don't you remember grudges against me?"

Mang Gurtai frowned and said, "Why, has he offended you?"

"It's not like he offended me, he's just a filial son. Last time, his mother was writhing with stomachache, and he came to steal my aphrodisiac shell medicine dregs, so I ordered someone to whip him hard. Sanbeile , Even if the things Dahan has used are medicine residue, it’s not the Nikan’s slave’s turn to lick it, right?”

Mu Zaohua deliberately said the last few sentences through gritted teeth while staring at Zhang Da's reaction.

The silent one lowered his shoulders, put his forehead to the ground, and the rat tail on the back of his head trembled slightly.

Mang Gurtai was like a cat appreciating a mouse in its paws, and said with great interest: "Little slave, do you remember Master Zaohua's lesson?"

Mu Zaohua said to Mang Gurtai in a teasing tone: "Sanbeile, you see, there are quite a few of us Ming people, and they are quite useful, right? I'll get you copper, I'll get you crow ointment, here you go It's a waste of time. You, please be kind to the Ming people in Qili. Don't kill a few Han people to vent your anger."

After the boy was caned last year, Mu Zaohua heard that his mother died after suffering severe abdominal pain for two days.

Zhang Da stood up and carefully took out the cloth-covered iron-nailed shirt with another coat.

Mu Zaohua took advantage of the situation and leaned over, looking at it and muttering: "This is not enough. Let me and the craftsmen work together later. How can we produce Mingren's hundred-forged steel, make a breast shield, and sew it on this for Baile?" "On the cloth armor."

Mu Zaohua said impatiently: "Okay, okay, you're blabbering. Hurry up and show Sanbeile the armor."

Mu Zaohua sneered in her heart: Mang Gurtai, Mrs. Zheng once said that if a man absorbs too much of this apiao ointment, he will become incapacitated. I will go out to Hetuala for a run during this period, and I will take a look when I get back. , are you a pig that has escaped with the coats? You have a moral character.

Mu Zaohua responded, then looked at Zhang Da who was always hunched over: "Little bastard, you are so skinny, it will be useless if you go out to fight in the west. I see that you are sensible and obedient, and your craftsmanship is okay. Otherwise, I I'll ask Sanbeile for a reward, and you'll become an apprentice to the Nikan blacksmiths in our house?"

Mu Zaohua leaned over and beat Mang Gurtai's legs in front of her. She raised her hand to signal the two wrappers in front of the kang to get out.

Zhang Da and his companions hurriedly bowed their bodies humbly and exited the house.

After saying that, he kowtowed to Mu Zaohua several times.

This is the second layer of protection that a banner leader like Mang Gurtai wears inside heavy armor when he goes out to fight.

Then he immediately turned his head slightly and said to Mu Zaohua: "How could this slave hold grudge against Master Erzhen? It's too late for me to be grateful. If the master hadn't taught the slave a good lesson, he would still be an ignorant fool. How could he be as big as he is today? I am lucky enough to be able to sew such precious armor for Master Baile.”

The Han boy spoke so excitedly and sincerely that the drake's throat, which was changing his voice, trembled.

When the eldest master spoke, the slave, who had humbled himself to the dust, dared to respond: "Go back, Master Baylor. This slave has remembered it since he received the whip."

Mang Gurtai took back the cigarette rod, looked at the woman's expression of missing her hero with satisfaction, and said in a gentle tone: "You are good at this, I will listen to you."

Mu Zaohua glanced at Zhang Da's back.

Mang Gurtai half-closed his eyes, and in the comfort of enjoying the divine crow ointment, he faintly replied: "Well, okay, yes, you guys have smart brains. Come back, give me more babies." Brother, it’s even better.”

When Zhang Da heard this, he hurriedly took a few steps back and threw himself on the ground: "Slave Shebele, master, is so kind to me. Thank you for the promotion!"

Furong Kezi Decoction can stop diarrhea and relieve pain, but it cannot cure all diseases. Mu Zaohua believed that the illness of the Zhang family woman was completely different from the diarrhea suffered by Dege after eating croton, and that afurong soup could not save her life.

But at that time, Mu Zaohua was still feeling sorry for Zhang Da deep in her heart.

In order to help herself be trusted by the Tatars, she had to beat her fellow teenagers black and blue. When Mrs. Zheng said goodbye to her, she reminded her that being a spy in the enemy camp may be more difficult than being a general fighting with real swords and guns in the light of swords and blood.

You have to suppress the disgust of catering to the enemy, the difficulty of planning alone, and the intolerance of pretending to bully your compatriots with a higher belief, so that you can persevere with sobriety and agility.

Mu Zaohua realized this more and more. Even so, she still experienced real discomfort because of Zhang Da's back covered in blood.

But today, apologies and discomfort have turned into vigilance.

How could this young man not feel any resentment when he saw him?

Was it because of the Tatars' cruel methods of subduing the Han people that they finally turned them into outright slaves?

Mu Zaohua then decided to get Zhang Da into territory that she could control first, and then take a look.

Just like A Xue, Ji Lantai, and Xia Wenming, a scholar recruited from Goose Fei City to work in Hetuala.

The further back, the more dangerous the task becomes, and Mu Zaohua needs more helpers. Even if the imaginary helper is confirmed to be a tripping rope, there can be a way to turn the tripping rope into a target for oneself to block the gun.

……

Thousands of miles away, in the capital, in the duty room of the State Affairs Temple.

Zheng Haizhu, before leaving Beijing for Daning Town, took the time to hold a meeting with Shaoqing Hong Chengchou.

Ancient times are still ancient times after all.

Even in this late Ming Dynasty, when Xu Guangqi and others opened their eyes to the world, even though the reputation of the female chieftain Qin Liangyu has spread all over the world, even though many workshops with women running businesses have appeared all over the south of the Yangtze River, even though the merits and qualifications have been accumulated over the years. , Zheng Haizhu will not be regarded by the imperial civil servant group as a man who fell from the sky. However, after the establishment of the new organization, Zheng Haizhu will not get carried away and lose his usual sense of paying attention to subtle rhythms.

The first thing that needs to be managed carefully is the relationship with the Ministry of War.

After all, many middle-level bureaucrats in various ministries, and even those scribes who have already obtained imperial examinations and are only waiting for "goods and the emperor's family", are all waiting to see the excitement of the fierce battle between Xiong Shilang of the Ministry of War and Zheng Siqing of the State Affairs Temple.

Therefore, for more than a month, Zheng Haizhu instructed Hong Chengchou to visit Xiong Tingbi many times.

Although they are one generation apart in age and two levels in rank, they are both men, both are Jinshi, both are capable ministers who have served as local officials, and neither of them is Donglin, so they can still talk to each other.

At this moment, as usual, Zheng Haizhu did not exchange greetings and directly asked Hong Chengchou: "What does Xiong Tingbi say?"

Hong Chengchou said with certainty: "Shilang Xiong, like the temple minister, estimates that Nurhaci will open Yuanhe Tieling in the spring and summer of next year at the latest."

Zheng Haizhu nodded: "It's good if he believes it. Besides, you don't need to probe his mouth anymore."

"it is good."

"Hong Shaoqing, it's much easier for you to deal with various ministers and officials than me, which is a good thing. But later, sometimes you have to keep a tight lid on some information that our State Temple gets. Before I meet the saint directly, you can Don't let it slip first. Then, our yamen's examination will be at a loss, right?"

Hong Chengchou continued to reply with the word "good".

On weekdays, even when discussing official matters, his interactions with the woman in front of him were cold, with no words to describe the affinity between colleagues.

After all, he had to be subordinate to a woman. How could he get used to it so quickly?

But being aloof, Hong Chengchou still took to heart what Zheng Haizhu said about how to be an official.

He was not stupid, and he thought about it carefully. Zheng Haizhu did have more experience in dealing with the emperor, Quan Jue, and important cabinet ministers than he did.

When Hong Chengchou was listening sincerely, he saw that Shangguan did not continue, so he reported again: "However, I heard that the report from Yang Junmen is that the Jin army is estimated to attack Fushun and Liaoyang again, and then Shenyang. "

Zheng Haizhu thought for a while and pursed his lips slightly: "That is, Yang Lian does not know the nature of the Tatars as hunters and is easily fooled by them. Fortunately, the official of the Ministry of War is not Donglin. Hong Shaoqing, after I go to Daning Town, When you are in the capital, send me the information about the situation outside the customs in time, go to the imperial court and inform the emperor, and then watch to see if the emperor believes in me and Shilang Xiong, or whether he believes in Yang Junmen more. "