King Luhuang of the Ming Dynasty: My father, Ming Taizu

Chapter 440 Please understand, sir!
In early spring, the weather turns from warm to cool.

Not far from the gate of the mansion, Prince Xing Zhu You was sitting under a big tree.

He looked at the sign on the gate and then at the jade seal in his hand.

Zhu Tan put the jade seal in his arms and put this unrealistic idea behind him.

"Zhu Tan, someone in your book market wants to buy a painting."

A teenage boy, carrying a pancake basket, came over breathlessly.

"Go home quickly, maybe we can open today!"

The boy's name was Zhu Zhu, and his family made a living by selling baked cakes.

If the Zhu family hadn't given him a pancake every day, he would have fainted long ago.

On the bookstall.

Two young scribes, dressed in long robes.

Looking at the landscape sketch spread out by Zhu Tan.

That charcoal pencil was made by him himself and was of very poor quality, which hardly reflected his attainments in medical cosmetology.

“This painting is very interesting and realistic.”

The scarred man exclaimed in admiration.

"That's not necessarily true. If it's too real, it won't be beautiful, it won't have that feeling."

The scholar with a black mole on his mouth said with disdain.

The knife-faced man smiled faintly, "It's a good time to see what's fun! Twenty copper coins, what do you think?"

Zhu Tan's lips moved. 20 copper coins?
There was not even money to make scones for the pillars.

This is the technique he learned from Tang Bohu.

This is a huge harm and a shame!

"Thank you for your help, brother!"

Zhu Tan had no choice but to accept twenty copper coins as twenty copper coins!

The man with the knife-faced face took out his purse and counted out twenty copper coins.

"My dear, since you have such talent, why don't you specialize in drawing portraits?"

Zhu Tan smiled awkwardly and asked why not try it.

He thought he had written something earth-shattering.

I was really scared.

On his first day at the stall, he made a portrait for someone.

It's like it was captured on camera.

But he didn't expect that he would be accused of being a heretic and was almost beaten into a pig's head.

After this lesson, how could he paint portraits for others again?

In ancient times, superstition was very common and no one dared to provoke it.

Just as the two were about to leave, a group of yamen runners came from a distance.

More than ten yamen runners surrounded the calligraphy and painting shop.

The leader, a yamen runner with a ferocious face, placed a portrait on the stall.

"You got it out?"

"That's right!" He nodded.

Zhu Tan had the urge to curse, this was just a sketch!

Sue him?
the fat is in the fire?
"Come with us." Although the bailiff did not catch Zhu Tansuo, his tone was very bad.

"Sir, may I ask what is going on?"

Zhu Tan resisted the government in his heart.

If you're not careful, you'll die in there.

"The master has ordered us to leave immediately!"

Zhu Tan, holding the idea that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, was "escorted" to the government office by a group of constables.

In the hall, three ministers were sitting, all with worried looks on their faces.

"Mr. Yang, I brought a painter."

Mr. Yang looked Chu Xi up and down, "Is this picture yours? What's its name? Where is your hometown?"

"Scholar Chuchu greets the three gentlemen."

Mr. Yang asked, "Today's scholar? What's wrong with you? Did you get into college?"

Zhu Tan said casually, "I didn't pass the exam."

"Is this your work?" Mr. Yang opened the portrait. "Is this your work?"

Zhu Tan didn't know why Mr. Yang asked this question, so he just nodded and said, "It's my handwriting."

Mr. Yang's eyes flickered, and he asked, "If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, can you draw a picture based on your description?"

Zhu Tan's heart moved.

He had already guessed what Mr. Yang meant.

Isn't this just drawing a portrait of the criminal to help the police solve the case?

Young Master Yang saw her hesitation and continued, "If you can finish this painting, I will give you ten taels of silver."

"I want to try."

When Zhu Tan heard that it was ten taels, he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Let him come over."

Not long after, an old man who looked like a farmer staggered into the hall.

Mr. Yang comforted him and asked him what he looked like.

Zhu Tan did as he was told.

First the eyebrows, then the face, and finally a charcoal brush was used to complete the portrait.

When the old man saw the painting, a look of shock appeared on his face, and then he pointed at the portrait.

"It's him! Did he take away his soul?"

Zhu Tan almost covered his head.

Uncle, can you please stop talking?

I was frightened to the point of being sick.

Lord Yang was overjoyed and ordered his servants to send over ten taels of silver.

"Zhu Tan, you draw ten pictures. Captain Xing, you paste this picture on them. You must catch him."

Zhu Tan first played the role of a human camera, and this time he played the role of a photocopier.

There were ten portraits, and even Mr. Yang was shocked.

Those portraits looked like they were drawn by the same person, there was no difference at all.

"Zhu Tan, don't go back. I may still need your painting skills, so you should stay here."

Provide food and lodging?

Very good!
My mother no longer has to worry about my food.

He just stayed in the government office openly, to see if anyone could catch him.

After arriving in Anlu, he was nearly blocked several times. He even didn't want to do manual labor anymore and wanted to switch to high-end business. However, every three weeks, nine people would go hungry. Life in Daming was really hard!
There was white bread, chicken soup, and something else I didn't know what it was.

Zhu Tan's saliva soon flowed out.

He grinned and bit his back teeth.

Zhu Tan had only eaten three pancakes in the past few days. His stomach was empty and he was so hungry that his eyes were blurry.

After eating a sumptuous meal, he felt very comfortable.

He leaned back like Ge You and refused to move.

A maidservant was tidying up the table and couldn't help laughing.

Zhu Tan looks thin, but one meal of hers is equivalent to the amount of her three meals a day.

Another maid stared at her and placed a cup of hot tea in front of her.

"Sir, have some tea!"

Zhu Tan drank it all in one gulp and almost spit out the tea in his mouth.

It was completely different from the green tea he had in mind.

In addition to tea, there are many other "condiments".

The taste was so stimulating that his tongue could hardly bear it.

"Girls, have you heard?"

Zhu Tan had nothing to do, so he asked out his questions.

"A farmer found a large clay pot while reclaiming wasteland. He gathered the villagers and moved the pot to the field.

As soon as he opened the lid, he was stunned. Inside was yellow horseshoe gold.

So he asked two strong men in the village to take the jar intact to the village head and let him decide. He carefully put the golden jar away and planned to hand it in to the government office tomorrow.

The next morning, Li went to check the horseshoe gold, but found a pile of yellow soil in the jar, shaped like a horseshoe gold. "

"Lord Li is in trouble now. Three hundred horseshoe gold coins were lost from his backyard. Should he be held responsible?"

"Yes! But Mr. Yang said that he didn't steal anything, he just fell into the trap of the villain."

Zhu Tan thought about it and it made sense.

In the Ming Dynasty, although Li Zheng was not an official, he was a down-to-earth person.

Gold is tempting, but with so many eyes watching him, there is no need for him to risk his head.

"How did the farmer see the thief?"

"The people in the field are all neighbors. I don't know who he is. He is most likely a thief."

The maid changed the subject.

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"This painting of yours that scared my uncle to death is so lifelike and looks just like the real thing. Can you help me copy it?"

Zhu Tan's eyes were wide open, staring at the girl.

It turned out to be the niece of that big customer.

Maybe it was because she greeted Mr. Yang that he came.

Looking at it, it turned out to be true.

Zhu Tan thought that he was able to have food, a house, and an extra income of ten taels, all because of the introduction of this girl.

She immediately stood up and began to paint a portrait of her maid.

"You're not afraid of having your soul sucked away?"

Two quarters of an hour later, Zhu Tan handed the finished portrait to the girl.

"It's just a picture, why are you so scared? Just look in the mirror and you'll know."

The girl liked the portrait very much.

The girl was timid. She looked at the portrait and then at her friend.

His eyes were filled with fear and he turned and ran away.

After asking around, Zhu Tan found out that the girl's name was A Qiu and she was now fourteen years old.

A Qiu was not a maid in the mansion, she was just a cook who prepared food for her.

To be exact, the chef was her uncle and she helped out.

This Mr. Yang is the county magistrate Yang Zhong, and he is an old friend of Li Zheng.

No wonder he went to such great lengths to clear the village head's name.

Zhu Tan didn't think the truth could be uncovered in this matter.

The Ming Dynasty also had a road pass system, just like an ID card, but it was very difficult to find suspects based on a map.

As expected, Zhu Tan learned from A Qiu that there was no progress in the case.

This case has attracted the attention of Wuchang Prefecture. They believe that the village head is guilty of theft and want to interrogate him.

This village head is really unlucky. Why would he move gold into his own yard when he has nothing better to do?
There is really no way to defend myself now!

Once the matter was transferred to Wuchang Prefecture, Zhu Tan would be finished with it.

Chu Mu, who had just walked out, fell into the arms of a little girl about twelve or thirteen years old.

When he looked up, he swallowed all his complaints.

Zhu Tan believes that this is what is called a beauty embryo.

She has not grown up yet, but she has already revealed a stunning appearance, delicate face, and snow-white skin, making her look exceptionally beautiful.

"Young Master, please forgive me!"

The woman knew she was in the wrong, so she said sorry to Zhu Tan.

Zhu Tan was stunned again.

The woman was already extremely beautiful, and the soft Wu dialect made her looks even more eclipsed.

This sound, just like rubbing your ears, makes people feel soft inside.

"It's okay!" Regnar nodded.

Zhu Tan was dazzled by the woman, but saw that she had a sad face and a slightly frowned brow, just like Xi Shi touching her chest.

This made his heart tighten.

"Youyou, you're here!" Yang Zhong opened the door and went to greet her. When he saw Zhu Tan, he was stunned.

long?

Is this a girl's name?

its not right!
Zhu Tan saluted Yang Zhong, but before he could explain his purpose, Yang Zhong led the two of them into the house.

"Cousin."

She was speechless.

A pair of big watery eyes that make people feel distressed when seeing them.

Yang Zhong sighed.

"The thief is gone, the gold and silver are gone too, and the case is being investigated by Wuchang Prefecture. My future is uncertain. I would like to ask the gentlemen to plead for me and give me a chance to be exiled!"

Hearing these words, the girl's tears suddenly flowed down.

She sobbed like a poor little girl or a wounded elf.

Zhu Tan looked at the little girl crying bitterly, and his heart felt as if it was hit hard by a five-jin hammer. He thought for a moment and said it out loud.

"Is your father the village head who was framed? It's not difficult to prove your innocence."

"Do you also think my father is innocent? Can he clear his name?"

The girl turned her head and looked at Zhu Tan with hopeful eyes.

Yang Zhong was also an experienced man. When he saw Zhu Tan was somewhat distracted by the beauty of this woman, he said in a deep voice: "Zhu Tan, this matter is very serious. You must not speak nonsense."

Zhu Tan laughed awkwardly, but he didn't say anything nonsense.

He had thought about this matter for a long time, so he had this idea.

"Sir, it's a little difficult to catch the criminal, but it's easy to clear the name of the village head. I'm confident."

"Tell me."

Yang Zhong asked anxiously, he really wanted to hear Chu Tian's opinion.

The girl stared at Chu Tiankong with her big eyes, as if she had grasped some hope.

"Master, these things were found at night and are worth two thousand taels. That means these more than 300 kilograms of things were carried by two porters with a stick. How can a bamboo pole lift more than 300 kilograms of things?"

In Zhu Tan's opinion, it is like a kilogram of cotton and a kilogram of steel, which one is more important.

Ordinary people would think that one kilogram of cotton is very light.

He has been asked this question since he was a child.

Yang Zhong suddenly jumped up from his seat. This small problem was indeed ignored by him.

How can a bamboo pole lift three thousand taels of gold!
"That is to say, the gold was stolen before it even reached the village head's doorstep, so the crime of stealing is established."

The little girl screamed and covered her mouth, her eyes full of excitement: "Then my father is not guilty, right?"

Hearing this, Yang Zhong clenched his fists.

"Of course. If we can find out that the gold has not entered the mansion, then it has nothing to do with your father. Zhu Tan, I will remember this favor. When Brother Xu Xian is out of trouble, I will definitely repay you."

"Master, this alone is not enough. There must be evidence, there must be proof, it must be convincing."

"Tell me about it! I want to hear the details!"

Yang Zhong was immediately shocked by Zhu Tan's unique painting technique.

Now he felt that Zhu Tan had a flexible mind and couldn't help but look at her with admiration.

The woman bowed to Zhu Tan seriously and earnestly.

"Please tell me clearly, if my father can escape this disaster, I will definitely build a memorial tablet for him and have him burn incense and pray for him every day!"

"Where."

Zhu Tan first asked Yang Zhong to find all the witnesses, recreate the evidence, and replay the case.

The woman was very smart and heard what Zhu Tan said.

She finally felt relieved and her brows furrowed slightly.

"However, the case has now been transferred to Wuchang Prefecture. Could it be that—"

Yang Zhong waved his hand and said, "I will go see the magistrate now."

Before Yang Zhong left, seven or eight people came over. The leader was a man in his fifties with an extraordinary demeanor.

In front of him stood a young man, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with an extraordinary demeanor.

Yang Zhong stepped forward and said respectfully, "I am Yang Zhong, honored to meet the county lord and His Highness."

County magistrate Wang He nodded in agreement.

Zhu Tan was stunned. That was Zhu Youlang? He looked pretty good!
"Today, the prince invited Master Zhao Po to dinner. He heard that we lost a gold ingot in the mansion. Master Zhao analyzed the whole story of the case in a few words. Go and get the witnesses and evidence."

(End of this chapter)