Ming Dynasty: Tanks blocked the door and you said to me, "Long live Ming Dynasty"

There are everything from small items like needles and coins to large items like buckets and baskets.

Seeing his scrutinizing look, the shopkeeper retreated to the corner timidly: "Sir, I am innocent, I did nothing!"

Zhen Beiwang glanced at him and asked casually.

"What did these red-haired devils want to buy just now?"

The shopkeeper shook his head repeatedly: "I don't know what the adults are talking about, and I can't understand them."

“They seemed to have looked at everything but bought nothing.”

Zhen Beiwang: ???

"you sure?"

The shopkeeper nodded, but then seemed to have thought of something and quickly took two things from the shelf and placed them on the counter.

"My lord, they seem to be staring at these two things."

This is a Lu Ban lock and a set of nine linked rings, which can be considered educational toys of this era.

Zhen Beiwang did not take it seriously. He asked the shopkeeper a few more questions, and when he saw that there was nothing suspicious, he took his men to escort the six missionaries out.

After arriving in Nanjing, according to common sense, Zhu Youxiao should have returned to the palace to live.

But he didn't do that.

Since coming to Ming Dynasty, he has spent most of his time in the deep palace. To him, there is not a trace of worldly affairs in that empty palace.

He preferred the experience of spending the night in the restaurant these days.

When you open the window, you can see pedestrians on the street, and occasionally you can hear women cursing. If I had to use one word to describe this feeling.

That is.......

Grounded!

Nanjing City, Zhuque Street.

This is one of the most lively areas in the outer city, and the Yingtian Prefecture Government Office is not far away.

In Zuixian Tower, Zhu Youxiao sat by the window facing the street on the first floor, looking outside with a gloomy expression.

It was still daytime and he hadn't booked the entire place.

At this moment, not far from him, several scholars were gathered around a table, expressing their profound and far-reaching opinions.

"Have you heard? There's a huge commotion in Shaanxi!"

"How come I haven't heard that those untouchables rebelled and killed more than a dozen officials!"

"If you ask me, it's because the court didn't do anything. Otherwise, how could they just sit there and watch those thieves grow so strong?"

"Brother Zhang, according to you, how should the court deal with a situation like the one in Shaanxi?"

The man called Brother Zhang stroked his beard with a proud look on his face.

"If you ask me, we should mobilize the Ningxia Guard, Yulin Guard, and Zhenlu Guard to destroy them with the force of thunder!"

"If you dare to rebel, your entire clan will be killed. No matter how many people are involved, no one can be spared!"

"Ten thousand thieves can at least lead out a million untouchables."

"Kill them all. The court will not only save money on disaster relief, but also add millions of acres of unowned land to Shaanxi!"

"This is a plan that kills two birds with one stone!"

The scholars nearby clapped their hands and cheered upon hearing this.

"Brother Zhang is really talented. He can come up with such a brilliant idea."

"That's right. In my opinion, Brother Zhang will definitely be the top scorer in next year's special exam. When the time comes, don't forget about your classmates like me."

"........."

Hearing these words, Zhu Youxiao's face became uglier and uglier.

He finally understood why Zhu Yuanzhang said that!

'Everyone is allowed to speak frankly, but students are not allowed to!'

In other words, everyone is qualified to criticize political affairs, with the exception of scholars!

These guys are lazy and don't know the difference between grains. They think they know a little bit and dare to interfere in everything!

If there were Mongolian spies at this time, and they passed these scholars' words back to the outside of the Great Wall, what would happen? !

No wonder the Ming Dynasty became a sieve in the end. From the imperial palace to the people, nothing was truly a secret!

Whatever outsiders want to know can be easily obtained!

These scholars have no control over their words...

He even felt proud of his ability to rule the country.

Li Dingguo was standing behind him and also heard the discussions of the scholars, and spoke indignantly.

"Master, these guys are too presumptuous. I'm going to beat them out!"

"No need!"

Zhu Youxiao stretched out his hand to stop him and said to Sun Kangwang.

"Find out the details of these scholars."

"Check it for me!"

"Check their ancestors for 18 generations!"

"Anyone who commits the slightest illegal act will be severely punished!"

"Yes!"

Sun Kangwang agreed immediately.

When the group of scholars had eaten and drunk their fill and got up to leave, several Jinyiwei followed them out quietly without leaving a trace.

As the sun gradually set, the customers in the store left one after another, leaving only Zhu Youxiao and his group.

This restaurant is the largest in Nanjing. I don’t know when it was founded, but I heard that it has branches in all prefectures of the Ming Dynasty and its business is very prosperous.

There are three independent courtyards in the backyard of Zuixianlou, which Sun Kangwang had booked in advance as Zhu Youxiao's place of residence in Nanjing.

When Zhen Beiwang brought the missionaries back, Zhu Youxiao was eating hot pot around the stove.

The Ming Dynasty definitely did not have this thing, but it did have chili peppers.

Since I couldn’t get any butter, I asked the store owner for some mushrooms and made a mushroom soup base.

The soup in the pot is thick and white. The mutton rolls are dipped in it and come out immediately. Then you put them into your mouth with some chili and sesame oil, and take a sip of the girl’s red wine. The coldness on your body is instantly dispelled.

"Master, I've brought everyone back!"

Zhen Beiwang walked in and bowed to report.

The fragrance floating in the room uncontrollably penetrated his nostrils, making him swallow subconsciously.

Zhu Youxiao put down the bowl and stared at the six missionaries behind him for a long time.

After a long while, he spoke.

"Who among you is the leader?"

The missionaries looked at each other, all with bewildered expressions.

Zhu Youxiao was so angry that he laughed.

"Pretending not to understand, huh?"

"Zhen Beiwang, torture!"

"Until they ask!"

Chapter 107 Did you cook them with the manure?

When it comes to interrogation, the Northern Pacification Division has always been unwilling to submit to anyone.

Even Li Chaoqin is a scum in Zhen Beiwang's eyes!

Master Zhen is so confident!

Together with several Jinyiwei, he took the missionaries to the yard.

Soon, Zhu Youxiao heard screams like a pig being slaughtered.

But it was only one sound.

Afterwards, Zhen Beiwang blocked the missionaries' mouths with smelly socks.

It has been seven days since they left Beijing, and they have been traveling every day. The socks on their feet have not been washed for at least seven days.

At that time, socks were not called socks, but tabi.

The style is not as close-fitting as that of later generations. It is just a pocket made of white cotton cloth that can be put on the foot.

The tabi is very loose and only has ties to keep it from falling off.

But the tabi taken off by one of the Jinyiwei completely subverted people's perception of such things.

To say that he looks so good in this outfit is an understatement!

If you give this tabi a gust of wind, it can do ballet by itself...

The other two Jinyiwei stepped forward, held down a missionary, and forced his mouth open.

Zhen Beiwang looked at the pair of tabi with disdain, pinched his nose and said to the owner of the tabi.

"Jiang Shaofeng! It's your own thing, do it yourself!"

Jiang Shaofeng chuckled, picked up the tabi with two fingers and stuffed it into the missionary's mouth.

"Ugh... Ugh!"

The missionary's face instantly turned green like his father's hat, his eyes widened, and when the sock was about two feet away from his mouth, he vomited on the spot.

A stream of stomach contents spurted out of his mouth and nose like a sharp arrow.

Jiang Shaofeng was quick-witted and moved two steps to the left, barely avoiding the "fatal" blow, and looked towards Zhenbei with some depression.

"This red-haired devil knows how to fight poison with poison!"

"Admiral, how should we deal with this?"

Zhen Beiwang glared at him and said, "Do you need me to teach you such a small thing? Keep stuffing it in!"

The missionary's pupils instantly dilated when he heard that. He looked at the tabi in Jiang Shaofeng's hand with great horror. His body was held down by the Jinyiwei and he was unable to move. He could only shake his head frantically.

"tonic!"

"tonic!"

"Wo suo... wo suo... wo suo is not enough......."

Jiang Shaofeng laughed. He lifted the collar of his clothes with one hand to cover his nose, and with the other hand, he pinched the tabi and put it directly to the missionary's mouth.

"You still know how to complain?"

"It seems like you are a connoisseur. Yes, this tabi is indeed very nutritious!"

"It's just that this thing is too hard after I put it on. If you bite it, it might hurt your teeth. It's a good idea to suck it slowly!"

"Come on, suck it twice for me to see!"

"If you can clean this football bag for me, I will plead for you and let you suffer less!"

The missionary quickly tilted his head back and shouted.

"We are from Espana, er, yes, you prefer to call us Franji..."

"We are here on behalf of God, and we hope that the Ming Dynasty can also be bathed in God's glory!"

"Please, no..."

“Hmm, Hmm…”

Before he could finish his words, his mouth was stuffed tightly with a tabi bag. He could no longer utter a word and could only let out miserable cries.