Traveling through the Ming Dynasty, as soon as you open your eyes, you will die

Chapter 157 Traitors have a hard time

Shengjing, the capital of the Qing Dynasty, deep in a dirty and narrow alley, there is a small courtyard with an ordinary and unremarkable appearance. However, when you push open the mottled paint courtyard door, your eyes suddenly light up. There is really a wonderful world inside.

In the courtyard is a magnificent mansion, with winding paths and corridors, mountains, rocks, flowers and trees, making it look magnificent.

Servants and maids are shuttled back and forth, preparing a luxurious dinner for the master here. As long as the master comes back, the family can feast.

At this time, the courtyard door opened, and a middle-aged man in green clothes and a small hat with a big belly came in. All the servants and maids saluted together: "Greetings to the master, the master is back."

The middle-aged man turned around furtively, lay down behind the door, and looked out the door to see that there was no one in the deep alley. Then he closed the courtyard door with confidence and told his servants to get up and continue their work.

He walked to the cloakroom alone, took off his old gown, put on a set of luxurious and exquisite clothes, walked into the hall with his hands behind his back, walking in the authentic official steps of the Ming Dynasty.

In the hall, old wives and concubines gathered to greet him.

Zhao Zongxian showed his majesty as the head of the family, nodded slightly, and everyone stood up straight.

The old wife complained: "It's always like this. People are neither human nor ghosts. They hide and hide. When will they end?"

Zhao Zongxian also smiled helplessly and said: "What can I do? Guards in uniforms are all over the world, and they are hard to guard against. When I went out to relax today, I always felt like someone was looking at me with a sly look. I walked around three times before getting rid of him. They went home."

The old wife cried: "I can't live in this day."

Zhao Zongxian could only sigh: "Oh, that's all we can do now. After a while, the limelight has passed, and we can live in dignity."

At this time, the housekeeper came over to ask for instructions: "Sir, can we serve dinner?"

Zhao Zongxian asked: "What, the old man and the old lady still don't come to eat?"

The butler was embarrassed and could only reply: "I have already ordered my servants to send it to you two."

Zhao Zongxian sighed.

He had already been greedy for his wealth, and this time, he had another 500,000 silver dollars in Guan Ning's expenses. After he came to the Qing Dynasty, Dorgon praised him for his ability in doing things. If Guan Ning was short of salary, he would follow the usual practice. Raising wages or mutiny dealt a heavy blow to the Ming Dynasty. For this reason, he was rewarded with 50,000 silver, and was given half a year's leave. Then he entered the Qing Dynasty court and became a Zhang Jing. It can be said that he was rich and prosperous. There is more money than you can spend in this lifetime.

It's just that everything has its shortcomings. I am a filial person. After my parents were arranged to go to the Qing Dynasty in advance, they found out the truth of the matter. They have been depressed all the time. I escaped after all the hardships, but my parents just avoided seeing them except to complain.

"You guys serve the food, I'll go pay my respects to my parents."

Walk through the corner gate and enter the back house. Pass through the back house and enter the garden. Among the green willows and old locust trees, there is a separate small courtyard of the jingshe, elegant and quiet.

Pushing the door open and entering the yard, Dad was watching fish in the yard. Seeing Zhao Zongxian come in, he snorted coldly and turned around to enter the house.

Zhao Zongxian accompanied the smiling face into the house and knelt down to greet his parents: "Mom, dad, let's go to the front and eat together."

Dad snorted coldly: "You became a corrupt official, and I won't say anything to you. But you became a traitor, how do you want me to see people? If you die, you won't be able to see your ancestors."

Mother said resolutely: "We have long wanted to give up, but now we are still alive, just to see your retribution. No matter how you die, you can also meet your ancestors to apologize." After this, there was no way to talk, and Zhao Zongxian could only kowtow again. , Bored exit.

After returning to the front to eat, thinking about the state of my parents, the delicacies have lost their flavor, and I can only drink wine in silence.

Faced with the censure of his parents, the complaints of his family, and the days of hiding from Tibetans who were neither humans nor ghosts, Zhao Zongxian really missed his majestic days in the Ming Dynasty.

It's a pity that I've come here and can't go back.

And just outside the alley of the house, a beggar and a coolie were squatting on the ground, sharing a piece of pie. But his eyes were fixed on the ordinary small door in the alley.

The coolie whispered: "Is he pretending to be the same? If a man with a big belly and a face full of food, but wearing a pair of coarse and half-worn clothes caught our attention, it would be really difficult to find him in the crowd of Qing Dynasty. .This time, brother, are you sure it’s the bastard?”

The beggar replied proudly: "Brother, I heard that you might have detected the whereabouts of that guy, so I rushed over to identify him. I am famous for my accuracy among our Jinyi Guards. I once met him once when I was in Chongzhen for six years, and I can't be wrong. . Let’s take action.”

The coolie stopped him: "No, despite the calm appearance of this small courtyard, according to my observation for many days, there are slave guards in the courtyard, and there are also two people who clean the dog sticky pole to protect us. We are short of manpower. Besides, the prince has repeatedly Emphasize that we only have the right to investigate, and the assassination is the responsibility of Brother Fusi Tiqi in Beizhen, and we cannot violate the rules."

The beggar sighed in disappointment: "What a great opportunity to make a contribution, Tiqi is so cheap. Well, let's inform Brother Tiqi of the news, and we will continue to monitor here. We must not let him escape again." "

At this time, as soon as the door of the small courtyard opened, a housekeeper came out. He walked to the entrance of the alley and casually greeted: "Come five coolies and go shopping with me."

The five coolies stood up to take the job with flattering smiles on their faces, nodding and bowing.

"I only want Manchus."

Everyone laughed loudly: "Come on, steward, we Manchus in the Qing Dynasty are all masters, and we eat crops with hard-edged blades. Who does this? Besides, even if they do it, do you dare to use it? In a blink of an eye, Your master will get the property of a donkey."

Everyone burst into laughter.

A coolie nodded and bowed to the housekeeper: "Our five brothers, although not Manchu nobles, are Koreans. Don't worry, Smecta."

The other four nodded and bowed together.

The housekeeper also felt that he was too cautious in order to keep it secret. If I really dare to hire a noble Manchu master to work for me, I will chop myself with a knife and only pay my master a donkey. This is my habit of being domineering in the Ming Dynasty.

"Okay, that's you five, come with me."

Five loads of stone carbon, which was so heavy that the coolies complained repeatedly, were brought to the front of the courtyard and the slaves inside were asked to change their shoulders. As a result, none of the slaves in the courtyard worked.

In the end, I had no choice but to tell the five coolies sternly: "When you enter the yard, you are not allowed to look around or ask random questions. Put the things in the kitchen and leave quickly with your wages." Only then did the five Korean coolies enter. The yard.

In this way, after going back and forth, the old housekeeper became familiar with these five Korean coolies. Whenever he made purchases, he would hire five of them.

There was a large population in the yard, and the owner was extravagant, so he was shopping almost every day. Slowly, half a month passed in such a dull manner.

(End of this chapter)