Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 60 The Boiling Yingtian

What kind of positive effect did the First World War against Tatar have?

Everyone knew it, and Zhu Zhanhe knew it too.

Instead of following the civil servants and generals into the palace to wait for the reward, Zhu Zhanhe secretly told his father and then left the main army, and sat down in a restaurant.

He is just a child, and the old man hastily decided to go to the grassland this time, so he doesn't have any armor, and he always wears ordinary clothes on weekdays.

It's much more convenient now.

"Hey, did you go there just now?"

As soon as Zhu Zhanhe sat down, he heard the voices of the surrounding people talking.

"I went, but did you just come back? Why is it taking so long?"

"You don't know? Behind the team are the prisoners captured by our Great Ming's Northern Expedition this time! There is a Tatar Khan Ben Yasili in it! I waited for a while and threw a few rotten sticks for Ben Yasili Vegetable leaves! It's so cool!"

"And this thing? I knew I would have stayed for a while..."

"There is no other way now. Everyone has been taken away. People of Benya Shili's level must be put in prison, right? We have designated that we will not see them."

"But let's talk about it, this time it's really refreshing! The emperor's old man's personal conquest, not to mention his personal conquest, returned with a big victory. I heard that he killed a lot of Mongolian people!"

"Hey! You don't know this, do you? I do know that our Ming army built a Jingguan in Yuyuerhai!"

"Hey! Is it true? You can't talk nonsense!"

The word Jingguan immediately attracted the ears of most people in the restaurant, and the small restaurant that was barely calm at first immediately became noisy.

Zhu Zhanhe shook his head and smiled.

There are really well-informed people, but this is not a big deal, after all, everyone from generals to ordinary soldiers and even civilian husbands knows about the construction of the Beijing Temple.

Although the soldiers stayed in Yuerhai until the squadron returned to the court, the civilian husbands were not. They wanted to deliver supplies, so it was normal for the news to spread.

"My little brother, what are you laughing at?"

Zhu Zhanhe didn't expect that a small action of his would attract the attention of the people at the next table.

"Do you think it's impossible? I think so too. It's impossible for us Han people to build the Beijing Temple. It hasn't happened for many years. Those foreign barbarians do more of this kind of thing."

The man seemed to be a familiar person, or he was infected by the atmosphere in the restaurant, and sat beside Zhu Zhanhe with the bowl and chopsticks in hand.

Immediately, Zhu Ling and Zhu Ping's bodies tensed up, and their hands were already touching the scabbard under the table.

Zhu Zhanhe smiled and waved his hands: "No, I think it's okay."

"How many years have we been bullied by the Mongols? Before that, they killed the Ming envoy Guo Ji, not to mention many soldiers of our Ming Dynasty. One prince and four lords all died in battle outside the Great Wall. Although the construction of the Beijing Temple is against the Han people's long-standing tradition , but not impossible."

"Does my brother think so too?" It seemed that the reversal was too fast for him to react, and the man was a little disappointed.

"Although there is some truth to it, I still think it is unlikely..."

"This war, although it is a matter of military generals, there will still be civil servants following it. I heard that this time it will be the three Wenyuan Pavilion Grand Scholars who are recruiting. How is this possible?"

"Oh, I don't know when I will see you..."

In the middle of speaking, the man gave a sudden shudder, then smiled awkwardly at Zhu Zhanhe, and returned to his table with the bowl and chopsticks.

Some things should not be said indiscriminately. There is no freedom of speech in this era, and reckless speech is likely to lead to death.

But Zhu Zhanhe didn't mind.

Reaching out to pick up the teacup on the table, Zhu Zhanhe respected the man from afar and said, "Brother is right, I think so too."

The man didn't expect that Zhu Zhanhe, a ten-year-old child, would be able to guess what he wanted to say. He was just a talker, and he didn't want to get himself burned, so he dragged Zhu Zhanhe to talk.

Never thought that this child is smarter than ordinary adults.

Now, the man didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, he just smiled awkwardly at Zhu Zhanhe, raised his glass to respond, then turned around and stopped looking at Zhu Zhanhe.

Zhu Zhanhe didn't mind, but just thought it was quite interesting.

"Your Highness, do you want to..."

Zhu Ling bent down and asked softly.

His meaning was very simple. Although this person made a mistake in analyzing the situation, his approach to Zhu Zhanhe was somewhat unusual, and in the eyes of Zhu Ling and others, it was a bit too deliberate.

Right now, Zhu Zhanhe is the most likely to attract criticism, so we have to guard against it.

"No need." Zhu Zhanhe waved his hand.

"Although this man has a bit of a bookish look, you can tell from the features of his hands and legs that this man is a person who works hard all the year round."

"Thinking about it, this person is either a failed scholar or his family environment is not good, otherwise he wouldn't be a laborer like he is now, and he doesn't have much insight into current affairs."

"Yes." Zhu Ling lowered his head and did not speak again.

Zhu Zhanhe actually didn't think too much about it, he just came with the idea of ​​watching the excitement as an outsider, although he didn't want to blend in, he didn't refuse.

"Come on!" The waiter's high-pitched voice sounded, and he walked quickly to Zhu Zhanhe with two plates.

"Little brother, here is the dog meat and radish mixed with white melon that you want. The water shield soup will be later, so please stay safe."

Zhu Zhanhe nodded, and stretched out his hand to signal, Zhu Ling took out a few copper coins from his sleeve and threw them to the waiter.

"Ouch, thank you little brother!" The waiter in the shop was overjoyed.

Although a few copper coins are not many, if every customer is like Zhu Zhanhe, then he can earn a lot in a year, and he will naturally treat him with a smile.

In fact, it is rare to see such a young man who thinks he has little money, because the early period of Yongle was actually not a prosperous age, and the natural disasters and rebellions in various places every year made the people's life not very good.

Under such circumstances, every penny of extra income is good, so why would they dislike it?
"Okay, don't sit still, eat something." Zhu Zhanhe picked up the chopsticks and stretched them towards the plate of radish mixed with white melon.

A radish is a radish, and a white melon is actually a cucumber. In the Ming Dynasty, people used to call it a white melon, and some called it a winter melon. The names vary from place to place.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment." Seeing this, Zhu Ling hurriedly reached out to stop Zhu Zhandian.

Seeing this, Zhu Ping hurriedly picked up the chopsticks, tried the dishes one by one, and paused for a while before nodding to Zhu Ling.

"You guys..." Zhu Zhanhe slightly shook his head upon seeing this.

These two people were really testing the poison, because going out was no better than being in the Hanwang Mansion or the Zhuangzi outside the city. On weekdays, before Zhu Zhanhe had a meal, Zhu Ling personally served it after testing the dishes.

But he didn't say anything, picked up the chopsticks, and started to eat while listening to the high-spirited talk of the people around him.

(End of this chapter)