Brocade clothing as the country

Chapter 882 Drunk
There will be a market in the city that specializes in trading loot, and the armed forces in Guihua City can be gathered for support and protection, and Guihua City can provide shelter for merchants.

Handing over the three costs is nothing but plunder, in exchange for these very real conditions, no matter where the businessmen here are from, whether they are Han or foreign, since they are businessmen, they will count their gains and losses, and everyone will agree to such conditions. is satisfied.

The atmosphere that had been a little cold just now became lively again. The shopkeepers of Sanjiang Commercial Bank, Jinhe, and Yongsheng had to kowtow to toast, and Wang Tong took a sip.

Don't look at taking a sip, it's a big way to save face. Officials and businessmen in the city all stepped forward to toast, Wang Tong responded kindly, and they all drank a little as a sign.

Everyone in the city was excited that such a powerful person could drink with him, and the Han merchants were still a bit modest, and the non-Han chieftains were directly killed with a big bowl.

The atmosphere became more and more noisy. Wang Tong chatted with Meng Duo and the others at the top, and the people below were also excited when exchanging glasses. Meng Duo frowned and looked at the noise below, and explained in a low voice:

"When I first came here, I wondered how these tartars can drink so much. They are all dead. It's been half a year, and no less than five people have died from drinking. After asking, I found out that these people can drink so much on weekdays. What I drank was kumiss, very sour, our Daming's shochu used to be only available to people like King Khan Taiji, but now we can drink it like this, everyone is desperate."

Wang Tong was also a little dizzy, and said with a smile:

"Eunuch Meng, this kind of shochu can be sold to them cheaply, but the price of food is high. The legal system must be strict, and Han people must be treated preferentially, and foreigners must be strict, but they must not be too biased."

Meng Duo was a little confused, Tan Jiang smiled and explained in a low voice:

"Drinking alcohol hurts the body and mind. If you drink too much, you can't ride a horse, you can't swing a knife, and you can't do harm. Food is the foundation of their survival, so it must be strictly controlled."

Meng Duo laughed when he realized it, but then he said a little puzzled:

"Lord Hou, when we arrived, someone told us that there are mixed races here, and many tribes have recently joined us. We should appease them and show the kindness of Ming Dynasty, while the Han people here are all illegal people who escaped from Ming Dynasty. They need to be suppressed with power, so that everything will be straightened out."

"absurd!!"

After Meng Duo finished speaking, Wang Tong was already drunk, and his emotions were not so easy to control. He scolded and threw the silver bowl in his hand on the carpet. Fortunately, he still knew how to control the sound. Those were also his own people, and Tan Jiang waved his hand at them, indicating that they should ignore them.

"Meng Duo, let me give you an example. If most of the Tartars came to attack the city, would the Han people in the city be reliable, or the foreigners? You have to know what you are relying on. How can you be such a bastard who put the cart before the horse? matter!"

Wang Tong has always dealt with Meng Duo very politely. Meng Duo called himself "little one", but he still called him Eunuch Meng, and now he was reprimanding him completely condescendingly. Embarrassed, General Tan coughed, stepped forward and whispered:

"My lord, there are quite a few Han people inside and outside the city who love the Tartars, but there are many ethnic groups in the city who have blood feuds with the Alta tribe, so it is these foreigners who can really be relied on."

Wang Tong shook his head with a sullen face, and said there:
"So what you have to do is to send people out to plunder continuously, go out and exterminate those tribes on the grassland, let the people in Guihua City have blood on the grassland on their hands, let them have no other choice but to rely on Da Ming. rely on you, so they will naturally be of one mind with you!"

Meng Duo sat up straighter, and Wang Tong continued to say:

"The same goes for other ethnic groups in the city. They want to make us feel at ease. They kill people and set fires first, and then hand over their certificates, so that their children can be with Han children, wear Han clothes, learn the language of Han people, and serve as soldiers for us. That’s how you can rest assured.”

Meng Duo fell into deep thought there, Wang Tong reached out and patted Meng Duo's shoulder, and said:
"Don't learn the benevolence, righteousness and morality that those scholars said. You are in Guihua City. What you want is to manage this place well and subdue it everywhere. From now on, you will hand over food and goods every year, and let the army use this place as a base to conquer. If it is done well, it will be your credit, and it will mean that you will become a eunuch in the Supervisor of Rituals and the Supervisor of Horses in the future, and this is your origin!!"

Everything you say is false, but Meng Duo's eyes are full of blaze when he says this. For an eunuch, the ultimate goal of life is to become a eunuch in the Supervisor of Rituals and the Supervisor of Horses, which is their pinnacle. .

Meng Duo nodded vigorously, and said:
"Thank you Lord Hou for your teaching, I will keep it in my heart."

"Since we became the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty, the world has been shrinking inward, and the Northland and Hetao have been retreating everywhere. We can only be on the defensive against the Tartars. Now we have occupied this territory in the hands of the Tartars. , You have to guard it carefully, benevolence, righteousness and morality are empty talk of scholars, without swords and guns, without people, without land, everything is fake."

Wang Tong was indeed drinking too much, and kept patting Meng Duo's shoulder with his hand. Meng Duo listened to his words, but he was also a little embarrassed by Wang Tong's gesture, and he and General Tan looked at each other with a wry smile.

Originally, Wang Tong threw the bowl, although the rest of the place was going on, but the interested people were sneaking at the scene on Wang Tong's side. When they saw that Wang Tong was drinking too much and going crazy, everyone felt amiable. Next more lively.

The big shopkeepers of Sanjiang Commercial Bank here, as well as the big shopkeepers of Yongsheng, Jinhe and other companies, are familiar with Guihua City, and some people who drink too much come here to complain half-truths and half-fakes, and they all know this. The business has a relationship with Wang Tong in one way or another, saying these words is nothing more than complaining, to see if it can reach Wang Tong's ears.

"You guys have worked so hard, Master Hou has lost all three achievements in one sentence, really"

After saying this halfway, he was rudely interrupted by the shopkeeper of Sanjiang Commercial Bank, and said coldly:

"Master Hou let you work for nothing for a year, it's a great kindness, don't be dissatisfied!"

One sentence blocked the other people's words. Although I drank too much, I slowly came to my senses. This is indeed the truth. If Wang Tong set up a [-]% private plunder tax from the beginning, everyone would have to accept it. Now Giving so much time is already enough kindness.

This word spread slowly, and the unwillingness in everyone's hearts dissipated, and they began to drink freely. Some people even drank too much, singing loudly on the blanket, and a group of people laughed.

At this time, there was loud firecrackers outside, and someone yelled outside, and the maids approached the hall with dumplings on silver plates. The 12th year of Wanli was over, and the 13th year of Wanli was here.

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Not to mention the bitter cold in Guihua City, the capital in the first month is also not warm, and the concubine Zheng gave birth to a prince who has already passed the full moon, and counting a hundred days is the end of the first month.

According to the judgment of this era, after a hundred days, the baby can be considered to have a high chance of surviving, especially in the palace, where the care is good, the diet and medical care are top-notch, so it is naturally more secure.

It was the first lunar month again, and another prince was born. Emperor Wanli really wanted to create an atmosphere of universal celebration. In fact, the capital was indeed very lively, because each theater took turns to perform extra performances.

And it’s different from before, now some theaters are performing son’s filial piety or being capable has nothing to do with seniority, and some theaters are performing it, and when the order of seniority is messed up, there will be all kinds of disasters and so on.

Some dramas are shoddy, and after two days of performance, no audience came to support them, but they still perform there. The reason is not based on the box office. Someone pays behind the scenes, but the ingenuity of the literati is indeed amazing, whether it is age or not. , or is it important to say that the age is very important, all of them have quite good opera performances, and some people have written good tunes and arias. The capital really has a few famous actors because of this trend.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, all the yamen gradually returned to normal, but the slack brought about by the New Year's Eve was still there, and they were all on duty early in the yamen, and a group of friends went to a restaurant that opened early or someone's house to gather.

There are many rich people in Dongcheng, and the officials who can buy houses in Dongcheng are generally powerful and lacking, or they are in high positions, but Wu Zuolai, the secretary of the Imperial College, is a special case.

The Qingshui yamen of the Guozijian couldn’t be worse. Except for some gifts for the students during the New Year’s Day, there is no oil and water. The secretary is just a six-rank position. Dispose of the house.

As a result, this Wu Zuolai not only bought a three-entry house here, but also married several concubines, and there were many servants. It is said that there is a Zhuangzi outside the city, and Tianjin Wei has a storefront, which greatly subverts the common sense of the people. .

But if you inquire carefully, you will know who it is. This Wu Siye is the disciple of Yang Wei, Minister of the Ministry of Officials. Since Zhang Siwei died of illness, the original Zhang Siwei party in the capital has been dispersed, and it is in a state of no leader. Who has the real power? , Whoever has a high official position is naturally the leader.

Compared with power, no one can compare to Yang Wei, the official minister who holds great power in personnel affairs. Naturally, his direct disciple Wu Zuolai has also risen with the tide, and his status is different.

On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month in the 13th year of Wanli, there were horses and horses parked in front of the door of Wu Zuolai, Siye of the Imperial College, and it was said that Wu Siye was having a banquet in the same year. This should be a gathering of Qing rumor officials.

In the living room, five people sat around a round table, all wearing long gowns of scholars. Wu Zuolai was 35 years old this year, and he was quite neatly groomed. Sitting at the top of the table, he sighed and said:
"I remember having a banquet with Li Zhi that day, how high-spirited he was, but I didn't expect that he would be in prison today. It's really good luck."

"Spending so much money and sleeping with other girls, such a gentle scum deserves what he deserves!",
A person next to him said bitterly that this person's long gown looked shabby compared to the others, and his face was full of resentment. Wu Zuolai exchanged glances with the others, but he was not angry. Wu Zuolai said with a smile:

"Brother Yao's toughness, I really admire him!"

Everyone agrees
(End of this chapter)