Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1148 Murder and Punishment

  Emperor Hongzhi laughed, and glanced at Fang Jifan.

  This guy...

  But he just smacked his lips, and said with a straight face: "Some things can be seen through, but can't be said; they can be understood, but can't be expressed in words, so keep your mouth shut."

   "Ah..." Fang Jifan looked aggrieved, honest...could there be something wrong.

   Soon, the food was served. Although the Tatars also use iron pans to cook, they have to say that they are still very distinctive. Stir-frying is a delicate job, but they are still rough.

  The meat is cut a bit too big, which not only wastes the ingredients, but also doesn’t taste good. I put a little more salt, and I’m eating...

  Emperor Hongzhi ate with a smile on his face. Although it was tasteless, he was conscious of being a guest.

   Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao could only keep smiling.

   This made Zhu Dachang laugh heartily: "Eat more if it tastes good."

   "Oh." Zhu Houzhao shook his head: "Can I not eat if it doesn't taste good?"

  Zhu Dachang thought he was joking: "Our Tatars' rules, if the guests come, if they don't drink enough wine and meat, it means that the host has not treated the guests well, and they will definitely not let the guests out of this tent."

  Zhu Houzhao bowed his head hurriedly, said it was delicious, continued to hold the huge meat, and bit down in one bite.

Fang Jifan kept stuffing meat into Wang Shouren's bowl: "Bo An, when you are growing up, you need more meat. Among the disciples, you are not young, but you are too short to be human. You are so skinny, I feel sorry for you as a teacher, come, eat."

  Wang Shouren was taciturn and ate the meat without saying anything.

After the meal, everyone sat down, and Emperor Hongzhi stood up: "I bought all your cattle and sheep. From now on... let's live a good life. You are right, all Tatars and Han people have to eat Five grains, nothing more than... I just want to live a good life, and you will live a good life, as long as you are willing to work hard and raise more cattle and sheep."

   Zhu Dachang scratched his head, he felt that this old man spoke sourly, you come to buy cattle and sheep, I sell cattle and sheep, why is he talking so convoluted?

  He smiled dryly: "Yes."

  Emperor Hongzhi immediately pointed to the two statues in the shrine: "Have you seen these two gods?"

  Zhu Dachang shook his head: "I have never seen it before. Such a **** is not easy for ordinary people to see."

Emperor Hongzhi smiled: "Yes, it is not easy to see the gods. I heard that in other places, the gods descended from the sky to bless the mortals, or lead them out of the sea of ​​suffering. But...in Daming, Or maybe in your place, the gods are not like this. Here, the gods are only mortal bodies at the beginning, but they have achieved great achievements, and they are remembered and believed by people. In the end, people lift such people up. Entering the temple, one becomes a sage of literature, one becomes a sage of martial arts, or one becomes a god. According to the old man, the gods of the former are illusory and nothing more than bragging to control people’s hearts. The gods of the latter are what people want ..."

  Emperor Hongzhi glanced at Zhu Houzhao.

  Zhu Houzhao couldn't help interjecting: "It's just too ugly, he can be handsome."

   Zhu Dachang listened, but became displeased: "Gods are like this, why should they be handsome, what's the use of being handsome, you Han people know these useless things."

  Seeing that Zhu Dachang was annoyed, Zhu Houzhao shrugged and was speechless.

  Emperor Hongzhi is about to leave.

  But at this moment, there were hurried footsteps outside.

  But a Tatar opened the curtain and came in, chattering a few words to Zhu Dachang.

  After Zhu Dachang listened, he became excited and responded in a babble of Tatar, and then went to the edge of the tent to get a pair of bows and arrows.

  His sudden movement made Wang Shouren alert.

  But then, Zhu Dachang turned his head and glanced at Emperor Hongzhi: "I have something important to do, so I have to go first. If I can't entertain with all my heart, I will die." As he said, he followed the Tatar man.

  Emperor Hongzhi frowned, and couldn't help saying: "What are they going to do, come and ask."

But Zhu Houzhao said from the side: "You don't need to ask, father, the sons and servants understand Tatar, what they said is that a group of Jurchen thieves from Liaodong came to rob the merchant's goods again, and they are going to hunt them down .”

   "Jurchen..." Emperor Hongzhi thought of something.

A few days ago, there was indeed a report from the factory guard. With the arrival of a large number of Tatars, they began to trade with Ming Dynasty in the Nine Sides area. The grazing and mining of mines caused a group of Jurchens in Liaodong to salivate over it.

  So, many Haixi Jurchen, Haidong Jurchen, and Jianzhou Jurchen people migrated here one after another, making a living by plundering caravans.

  Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Go, go out and have a look."

  Out of the big tent, they heard the sound of horns and horns, and many Tatars and some Han people who lived here for a long time were filled with righteous indignation.

Apparently, many people hated these Jurchens to the extreme, and looked for their own horses one after another. With bows and arrows, the quiver at their waists was filled with arrows, and the flying horses kicked up dust. A team roared and rushed towards the depths of the desert.

In the entire settlement, people and horses neighed, and some Han officials beat their clappers and shouted: "Wu Ji's caravan was attacked just forty miles to the north. They killed two people. The government ordered a reward for their arrest. Take down these thieves, the government will reward you."

In the gathering place, in a short while, the dust was flying. Emperor Hongzhi saw Zhu Dachang, and he had got on his horse. His son, as happy as New Year, gave him a pot of bows and arrows. Zhu Dachang rode on the horse, leaned over and touched it. The son's head chattered a few words, as if to tell him to get out, and the child bounced back to the front of the tent and jumped into the arms of his mother, while Zhu Dachang let go of the rein and galloped away.

  Emperor Hongzhi coughed with dust all over his face.

  Zhu Houzhao also excitedly wanted to follow, but looking at his father, he looked trembling and obediently stood aside.

  Emperor Hongzhi said: "Wu Ji Commercial House was looted, why are these Tatars also filled with righteous indignation?"

Fang Jifan thought for a while: "When people get along for a long time, they will have empathy. Wuji Trading Company must often come here to trade. Having said that, didn’t the government still offer a reward?”

  Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "In my opinion, these Tatars have already agreed with my Ming Dynasty."

  Liu Jian said: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, shouldn't it be time to go back to Datong?"

"Wait a minute." Emperor Hongzhi said with a worried look on his face, "I want to wait for Zhu Dachang to come back. He might be in danger if he goes away like this. After all, I ate his food and received his hospitality. "

   Said, wait here.

  Zhu Dachang's mother-in-law saw that Emperor Hongzhi and others had not left, so she invited them to sit in the tent again.

After waiting for more than three hours, the sky was already full of rays of light, the sun was dim, and in the distance, the sound of horseshoes was heard. The sound of horseshoes approached from far away, but there were hundreds of men on horseback, flying horses. back.

  All of them looked tired, and seven or eight people with money braids on their backs were bound like rice dumplings by them and tied to the back of the horse.

   Zhu Dachang was actually among the crowd.

  Many people gathered around and cheered.

  A Han man dismounted from his horse, his face flushed red: "It's really lucky, these damned horse thieves are reluctant to part with their goods, and we caught up with them, **** it..."

   As he spoke, he dragged one of the people with money braids off his horse.

Zhu Dachang also seemed very happy. He took out his dagger and said fiercely: "I hate thieves the most. We Tatars are like Han people. After washing our hands in the gold basin, you still come to rob. If you encounter us thieves ancestors, count you Bad luck."

  The horse thief had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and he was dragged to the open space by talking words that no one could understand. He seemed to be yelling and cursing something.

  The onlookers gritted their teeth one after another, and Emperor Hongzhi and others looked at the appearance of the horse thief.

Zhu Dachang stomped him to the ground and pulled his braids up so that he had to look up his neck. It was too late to speak, and the dagger in Zhu Dachang's hand had already passed a silver light under the setting sun. His blade slashed under the Jurchen horse thief's neck.

  Emperor Hongzhi's face turned blue, he didn't realize that the violence came so fast.

The horse thief straightened up, as if convulsed, and then a line of blood appeared on his neck. Blood gradually seeped out of this line, but at the next moment, the gushing blood immediately tore through the hole. A knife cut, like a disheveled head, sprayed out, and the horse thief was still holding his braids and raised his head, wailing uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh In between, there is no more breathing.

   Zhu Dachang threw him to the ground, his flesh trembling.

   Seeing this, the other Jurchen horse thieves began to howl as they were being dragged out, as if begging for mercy.

But at this time, someone came out in a crowd, but it was someone from the government who came and shouted: "Leave a few alive, and you have to ask the whereabouts of the other party members. Who caught it, ah, one died here!" , It was agreed in advance that if you die, the bounty will be halved... Come, clean up..."

  It seems... the people here are used to this, those horse thieves were directly taken away by the officials.

Zhu Dachang returned to the tent, wiped the blood with a rag, and grinned, showing his blackened teeth: "It's great that the distinguished guest hasn't left yet. I'm so negligent. Come on, let's drink. Today I'm lucky. I caught a horse thief. These horse thieves have been rampant recently. If you don’t show them any color, whoever dares to come out of the customs to buy and sell in the future? Well, it doesn’t matter if you lose a penny every month, hum, if you don’t kill them, I’ll drink the northwest wind? I don’t want to go back to the days when I was full and hungry.”

  …

  Chapter 3 delivered, sleep.

  (end of this chapter)