Borrow the day to change the day

"Is it that the imperial court just promulgated salary increases and pensions for officials? I heard it in the same year this morning. Please remember the website address of this website:." A diner who looked like a scholar said.

"This official is quick to know, it's the news." said the merchant.

The diners who heard about it for the first time made various comments: "What, if you want to raise the salary of this group of people, how much is not enough?"

"Then what is Yang Lianjin?"

"Does the imperial court have that much money?" [

"The silver in the Ming treasury has already entered their pockets, so there is still money."

"To be fair, there are still officials who are not greedy. Their life is too poor to rely on their previous salaries."

"Fart, can you take fewer concubines? That money is spent on women's bellies."

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After the merchant finished the news, he also wanted to speak, so he stretched out his hands and pressed down, signaling the surrounding diners to be quiet.

The diners gave him face very much, and slowly calmed down.

"Everyone, to be honest, just like what the brother said just now, the salary of an official is really not enough. My monthly income, Mr. Huang, is higher than that of a fourth-rank official." The businessman said .

Seeing that someone wanted to speak, he quickly increased his voice and continued: "Listen to me first, the emperor wants to fight corruption, how can he let the officials who are on business can survive, right? At least they can't be lower than people like me? That's an official master."

Most people did not speak, only a few nodded in agreement.

"Because Jianlu is still in Gyeonggi, the most urgent thing now is to drive them away first, and not let the current court situation drag it down. Therefore, the emperor made this move, and it was a last resort. You guys Those who shouted and directly raised the butcher knife, have they ever thought about the difficulties of the emperor?"

The merchant must have drunk too much wine, and his face was a little red.

A young man on the chair to his left was a little unconvinced, and retorted aloud: "Is there anything that can hold you back? The court situation was different a few days ago. Didn't Uncle Zhongxing come back from a victorious battle?"

"That's right, that's right, eight thousand Tartars were wiped out." The man next to the young man immediately added.

A "poof" sounded in the lobby. Everyone followed the sound and found that a young man sitting at the inner table sprayed a table of rice. Fortunately, his companion didn't have any objections, and he took the initiative to clean up the table.

"No way, I heard it was more than 1 Tartars." The strong man who had been silent before said now, "The women who came to buy meat in these two days have spread the word, that's the number."

"You said that the imperial court has fought wars for so many years, but failed to win against the Tartars, and at most defended the city. As soon as Uncle Zhongxing came out, did he kill so many Tartars?" The short man asked the question in his heart, a little skeptical This victory is not reliable.

Seeing his companions at the table asking each other, the merchant said, "You are wrong. Now it is not Zhongxing Bo, but Zhongxing Hou. The emperor's decree gave him the title of Marquis because of his military achievements. The matter of killing the tartars, then It's set in stone."

"Don't you know, Uncle Zhongxing, oh, about the Marquis of Zhongxing?" Someone from the table on his right joined in and said.

"whats the matter?"[

"That's why Marquis Zhongxing can kill so many Tartars, but others can't."

The strong man stood up this time, and said back to the man: "I know this, I heard from those women, Zhongxing Hou is a god who descended to earth, he is eight feet tall, can swallow clouds and fog, and everyone listens to him."

The "poof" sounded again, louder than the first time, and everyone looked at the table just now with dissatisfaction.

Sure enough, it was the young man who sprayed a table of rice again, ruining the few dishes that had just been replaced.

"You man, what do you mean? Could it be that I made a mistake? Let me tell you, I heard it from those wives with my own ears. A woman said that a man from her family had seen Zhongxing Hou do it with her own eyes, and the mana was so powerful."

Before the strong man finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew in, making the tables near the door tremble, including the strong man.He was startled, and turned his head to look over, only to realize that the door curtain had been lifted.

An old man who was over half a century old came in. He scanned the lobby and soon found a group of people sitting at the inner table. He walked over quickly and said to the young man who had sprayed his rice twice just now: "Young master, the cement factory Someone came to the house to look for you, and the good news is here."

"Oh, it must be out of the glass, let's go, go back immediately." The young man said to his companion at the same table.

After finishing speaking, he stood up and said to the old man just now: "Uncle Yu, I'm going to the cement factory first, and you can help me pay the bill."

"Okay, young master, be careful on the road." The old man responded.

The people at the two tables stood up, surrounded the young man and walked out.

The old man called Xiao Er to pay the bill and was ready to go out.A diner near the door thought the old man looked familiar, as if he had bought something in his shop.

So, he stopped the old man.He bowed to the old man first, and then said: "May I ask, are you Uncle Yu, the housekeeper of the Marquis of Zhongxing?"

"Exactly." Yu Haining replied, then looked at the diner, not knowing what was going on.

"That young man just now." The diner dragged his voice and dared not confirm.

"Who else can make the old man call you son, of course it is Xinghou from my family!" Yu Haining felt that this problem was not a problem at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of exclamation in the lobby. No one expected that the protagonist of the topic just now had dinner with them in the same lobby.Especially the strong man, who opened his mouth wide and was dumb.I feel like I was fooled by those women, and I'm still eight feet tall!

Seeing the scene in the lobby, Yu Haining was a little proud and walked out with his head held high.

Originally, Zhong Jinwei wanted to have a change of taste, so he came out in plain clothes and brought his guards. According to Uncle Yu's introduction, he had a meal nearby, and experienced the style of the Ming Dynasty by the way. He did not expect to encounter such a thing.

While he was on his way, he said to Gu Baichuan, who was slightly behind him: "The power of rumors has turned me into an eight-foot-tall man, and killed more than 1 Tartars. If this continues, it is estimated that the number of people killed will be more than [-]." The total population of Jianlu will increase.”

Speaking of this, he himself laughed, and Gu Baichuan and the others also laughed.Rumors are never reliable, especially rumors spread by old women.

At this time, the Tartars, who were exterminated by the people of the capital with rumors, were begging to see the slave chief Huang Taiji. [

"Everyone came to see me together, what's the matter?" Huang Taiji vaguely guessed their purpose, but still asked calmly.

"Khan, we saw that Dajin's troops had been staying in several cities and did not go out to fight the Ming army anymore, so we want to go back to the grassland." A representative who was named in advance came out to express his intention after seeing Huang Taiji's first question.

"Yes, yes, Khan, it's useless for us to stay here, we just want to go back to the grassland. Our children are still waiting for us to go back in the grassland." Another representative immediately added another reason.

"If you leave now, you will probably regret it too late." Huang Taiji said leisurely.

When the leader of the Mongolian tribe heard this, he immediately smelled a familiar smell of conspiracy, as if he was tempting people to fall into his trap again.

The leaders of some Mongolian tribes restrained themselves from ignoring Huang Taiji's words, but there were still a few who did not hold back and asked Huang Taiji, "Khan, what are you regretting?"

"Don't you know? I thought you knew." Huang Taiji pretended to be so ignorant.

"Khan, what happened?"

"The reason why I am shrinking our troops now is to make the faint kings of the Ming Dynasty no longer be wary of us." Huang Taiji explained the current situation to these Mongolian leaders. After all, if the time comes to attack the capital, these cannon fodder may still use arrived.

After listening to Huang Taiji's explanation, the Mongolian leaders, who had been calm before, began to lose their composure, and the few who were restless before became even more enthusiastic, dreaming of entering the capital of the Ming Dynasty. The mountain moved to the grassland.

But no matter what, there are still a few Mongols who are clear-headed, especially the tribal leaders who have suffered a lot in Changli before.The leader of the Aohan Tribe asked Huang Taiji, "If the foolish emperor of the Ming Dynasty is not fooled, will the Great Khan allow us to return to the grassland first? The loss of our tribe in Changli is too great."

Huang Taiji still didn't want to let these cannon fodder go, he thought for a while, and was about to speak, when he suddenly called Fan Wencheng for an urgent meeting.

Therefore, Huang Taiji asked these Mongolian leaders to stay longer, turned around and went back to the Houya, and summoned Fan Wencheng.