Steam Daming: Stop calling me to supervise the country

Chapter 24 North Korean Female Spy

At the gate of Zheng He's mansion, a group of craftsmen are using their last precious time to ask Zhu Zhanchang for advice.

Zhu Zhanchang came early this morning. The number of craftsmen in the mansion increased a lot. Zhang San was already the leader of the craftsmen.

They took out the steam engine that had been made and asked Zhu Zhanchang to comment and correct. Zhang San now uses a small notebook to write down what Zhu Zhanchang said and go back to study it. He is very convinced of this son.

Zhu Zhanchang has been answering questions for a group of people since this morning. It is even more tiring than in the school. As a social animal, it is too hard to work like a human being.

When it was time for lunch, Zhu Zhanchang refused to stay for lunch after being beaten to death. At this time, a group of people took him to the car and asked him questions when they found any time.

"How can the curiosity of the ancients be so strong?" Zhu Zhanchang was helpless, and he collapsed when he got into the carriage. This day was almost equal to the amount of lessons for a week in the school.

"Young Master, Chu'er, rub your legs." Chu'er saw Zhu Zhanchang's hard work and began to serve.

Before lunch, it would probably take a while to return to the palace. While enjoying Chu'er's ancient massage, Zhu Zhanchang said to Xiaosheng who was driving, "Xiaosheng, find a restaurant and have something to eat."

"I'm afraid it's inappropriate for your son to eat outside."

"What does it matter, do you know any famous place, take me to try it."

Xiaosheng was helpless, but seeing that the two banned soldiers in plainclothes were following the carriage, it should be safe to take Zhu Zhanchang to the downtown area.

Although the Qinhuai River was still very lively at noon, the carriage slowly passed by, and Zhu Zhanchang was very interested in watching the lively market.

The sound of hawking is endless, and there are gentle songs from time to time in the restaurant. He likes this kind of human fireworks the most.

The carriage stopped beside a restaurant named [Danxi]. The restaurant was close to the Qinhuai River. Sitting upstairs by the window, you could see a leafy boat on the Qinhuai River.

The girl on the boat can also see clearly.

The owner of the restaurant greeted him enthusiastically. He was riding in a carriage and guarded by soldiers. At first glance, he was unusual.

"This son, Qi Yu is arrogant, and his spirits are extraordinary. Being able to come to the shop really makes the shop shine."

Facing the boss's flattery, Zhu Zhanchang ignored it: "The boss finds me a position near the river."

"Master, please go upstairs."

The boss personally brought it up, and the smiling middle-aged man personally recommended: "Master, my yellow croaker is very fresh, you can try it."

Zhu Zhanqian glanced at the price, 20 taels of steamed yellow croaker is equal to 300 taels, which ordinary people can't afford, and including the silver bill knocked from his second uncle, it's only [-] taels.

As soon as I bite my teeth and try the seafood of this era, I ordered it. The yellow croaker must be wild yellow croaker, which was not cultivated in this era.

Then ordered a few more dishes and sat down.

The boss was overjoyed, and Xiao Er banged the gong, announcing that someone ordered yellow croaker.

Zhu Zhanchang looked at the Qinhuai River with great interest. A boat of red and willow green passed by. He could hear the voices of Yingying and Yanyan, which made people yearn. Pulling seedlings to encourage growth.

"When I am an adult, I will fight the Qinhuai River, listen to Kunqu Opera and ride a thin horse, and be able to write and be able to martial arts." Zhu Zhanchang immediately made another big wish.

At noon, there were not many people in the restaurant, and the food was served quickly, followed by a girl who was led by the boss.

"My son, this is Li Xianyu, a singer from North Korea. The son ordered a yellow croaker feast. This is a gift."

Zhu Zhanchang looked stupid, this North Korean singer was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and her facial features were very similar to Jin Xishan, but she was a little fat.

Li Xianyu's salute was gentle and delicate, and he learned to be charming at a young age, and every movement was carefully designed.

"Master, what song do you want to listen to?" Li Xianyu's voice was very nice.

"Cough, what are you good at?"

Li Xianyu played the pipa: "Master Hui, Xianyu is good at pipa and flute, especially good at flute."

"Pfft." Zhu Zhanchang spat out a mouthful of water.

Li Xianyu asked inexplicably, "What's wrong with your son, why are you spraying water?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just choking, and you still play... um... flute?"

"The slave family has studied with the master since childhood, and I dare not say that the flute is superb, but it can be regarded as a little familiar."

In the middle of noon, it is always difficult to listen to the flute, so Zhu Zhanchang finally ordered the pipa.

The sound of the pipa was very elegant. Zhu Zhanchang sighed that the ancients could still live a life. After having lunch and music, he moved his chopsticks when everything was ready.

The yellow croaker came into the mouth and spit it out in one mouthful, the fishy smell was too heavy.

But think about it, even in this era, Yingtianfu is not too far from the sea, but it takes two or three days for the seafood to come here at the earliest.

It was not worth spending so much money, but Li Xianyu had already started to play, so Zhu Zhanchang sat down and ate other dishes first. The other dishes tasted pretty good, only the yellow croaker was hard to swallow.

There are a lot of girls singing or dancing like this by the Qinhuai River, and of course there are also clear and red herdsmen.

The Qing shepherds did not sell their skills, and the red shepherds also sold themselves. Li Xianyu in front of him was obviously a Qing shepherd. After all, the red shepherds did not work during the day.

Li Xianyu came from North Korea. North Korea has always been a vassal of Daming since Emperor Hongwu gave the country its name. There are many exchanges between the two countries, but in general, most of the North Korean women who come to Daming in this way are lonely and have nowhere to go to seek a living.

Such women are often reduced to red heralds, or even undocumented red shepherds, who are reduced to a dark and dark brothel.

Li Xianyu's dress is not rich, but it is refreshing and clean, and his behavior is both within the rules and charming, obviously he has been specially trained.

"A North Korean female spy who can play flute." Zhu Zhanchang couldn't help but set a character for her.

Instead, he shook his head and rejected the character set he had set. In this era, information is not smooth, so if a woman who is a sage wants to be a spy, she must be a dignitary, and she must have someone with hands and eyes sitting in the back. .

According to Zhu Zhanchang's understanding of North Korea, North Korea has been very loyal since it became a vassal of Daming, and there has been no rebellion, and it is meaningless to send spies.

After listening to the song, Zhu Zhanchang applauded, and Li Xianyu saluted and thanked him.

"I don't know where to find the girl."

"Young Master, if you want to hear it next time, you can come to Penglai Pavilion to find me." She left after saluting.

Penglai Pavilion is a famous place for the Qing Dynasty, and scholars and scholars often go here if they want to drink and write poetry.

Saying goodbye to the beauty, Zhu Zhanqian looked at the plate of yellow croakers that had only eaten one bite. Chu'er said, "My lord, the yellow croakers are worth 20 taels. You are wasting them like this."

"You try it."

Chu Er hurriedly retired, and Zhu Zhanchang said helplessly: "If you reward you, eat it."

Chu Er dared to take a bite, with a complicated expression.

"Is it tasty?"

"..." Chu Er dared not answer.

Of course, people with normal sense of taste can taste the taste is not good, the smell is too strong.

These first-class seafood are all supplied to the palace, or the palace, and the street restaurant is also fresh and precious.

"Sir, it's not worth it."

"Xiaosheng, go and call the boss for me."

Even my servant girl thinks it's not tasty, you sell me almost 2 yuan, my master is really being taken advantage of.

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