The beggar emperor at the end of Ming Dynasty

Madam Li couldn't understand Qin Yu's temper after getting along for so long.

He said that he wanted to check, so he must check today.

But if she was to be in front of her daughter like this, Qin Yu held her feet for a closer look, and she couldn't accept it anyway.

So he took a deep breath and said with a serious face: "Wan'er, go back first. Mother and son will discuss their future plans and come back soon."

"Oh! Mother, hurry up."

"Brother Xiaoyu, Wan'er is going back first."

Li Wan'er was not stupid either. Knowing that Xiaoyu's brother and her mother had something important to discuss, she quickly put on her shoes and socks. After she got up, she didn't forget to lean towards Qin Yu, and then walked away faintly.

After Li Wan'er left, Xiao Xinru was obviously not as nervous as before. After sitting down, she gestured to take off her embroidered shoes, but she said, "My son, after arriving in Nanzhang, what are your plans?"

Qin Yu also sat down, playing in the water, and said: "With this number of people, what else can you plan? Is it possible to go to the county seat, learn from the eight kings to recruit soldiers, and open the warehouse to release grain?

Naturally, we have to stay for a while, it is best to find a village to settle down, and find out the situation nearby!"

"Yeah! The son is thoughtful, but the concubine is more concerned. With these silver and horses, it is enough for us to live a stable life for a period of time."

Mrs. Li breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words. She was afraid that as soon as Qin Yu came, she would attack the city and destroy Nanzhang County, so that the officers and soldiers would definitely come to encircle and suppress.

While Mrs. Li was talking, her hand movement slowly stopped. Seeing Qin Yu's stare, she blushed before continuing.

Qin Yu was actually a little curious in his heart, what exactly did the Ming woman wrap her feet into?

Is it really just to modify the shape of the feet and make the feet look better, or is it abnormal like the Qing Dynasty?

So he stared straight at the pair of big, unspeakable white socks.

After Mrs. Li took off her socks shyly, Qin Yu said in secret, sure enough, the aesthetics of the Ming Dynasty scholar-officials was not comparable to that of wild boar skins.

Those small and exquisite jade feet are just a little red, and the insteps are slightly swollen. At first glance, there is a feeling that you can't help holding it in your hands.

"My... my son, I really don't get in the way."

When Mrs. Li saw that he really wanted to stretch out her hand to check, she was a little flustered when something happened, her feet shrank, and she trembled.

"Then can you leave tomorrow?"

"Should not..."

Xiao Xinru pursed her lips and shook her head. Tears burst into her eyes when she thought of the sin she and her daughter had suffered during the day.

After all, she is also a weak woman who has become accustomed to being dignified. She has to be strong in front of her daughter, but now there are only two people. Sobbed softly.

Qin Yu remembered that she had never cried in the face of death in the past, but now she sobbed, and she also understood that when climbing the mountain today, the two women were afraid that they were not tortured.

So he sighed and said: "Tomorrow, make two soft sedan chairs!"

With that, she grabbed her foot and put it on her knee, took out a dagger, and prepared to puncture the blisters on the soles of her feet.

Of course, it is too dark to know whether there is urine like the literati of the Ming Dynasty.

"The son can't do it!"

Naturally, Mrs. Li would not cover her face for help like her daughter, but tried to pull her foot back.

Although he was hugged by Qin Yu, his feet were never allowed to be touched, otherwise he would be out of touch.

"Madam, you are such an adult, why are you inferior to Wan'er? If you don't pick up the blisters for a few days, you won't want to leave..." Qin Yu said silently, before moving his knife.

"Wan'er is still young, she will have to... but her concubine is... ah..."

Mrs. Li was only halfway through. There was a pain in the soles of her feet, and her whole body trembled. Finally, she confessed her fate and lay down on the boulder.

Qin Yu was trembling all over her exaggerated body, which was also funny. As for picking a blister?Does it hurt so much?

pain!

It really hurts.

No, Sun Kewang couldn't help but yell out in pain.

The Eight Great Kings drew more than a dozen whips, and the anger in their hearts disappeared.

The other three men who were kneeling on the side bowed their heads together.

Obviously they all got the whip. This is exactly how the Eight Great Kings are wise. Either they don't fight, they have to fight four together, but the old grandson suffers the most.

"Foster father, let Haier lead a team of infantry to chase him overnight. Even if he chases to Nanzhang County, Haier will definitely catch the little beast back."

"Forget it, my old Zhang admits that he is not bad for him. If he wants to go, let him go!"

Zhang Xianzhong sat back on the chair and waved his hand.

"The foster father, do you want to continue crossing the river?" Li Dingguo breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it, and then asked.

"I have a fart. Before the battle was fought, Lao Tzu's strategist ran away. Where can I put my old face when it spreads out?"

Zhang Xianzhong stood up and snarled.

Since the day of the incident, his eight great kings have been known for their righteousness and loyalty, and now their confidant love will run away overnight, and it has not yet been arranged for some reason.

"Foster father, that kid is ungrateful..."

Sun Kewang immediately beat Qin Yu into an ungrateful white-eyed wolf, and Liu Wenxiu and Ainengqi were also talking.

In the end, the Eight Great Kings could only decide to make Qin Yu's reputation bad, or his reputation would be bad.

The Eight Great Kings had to give up crossing the river because of Qin Yu's escape before a fight, and decided to find an opportunity to clean up Zuo Liangyu in the future.

After all, this is a taboo of military strategists, and it is too unlucky.

After Luo Rucai and Ma Shou were notified, they didn't say anything.

Anyway, a batch of weapons had already been obtained from the Eight Great Kings, so if you didn't fight, you didn't fight, so he took the men and horses to kill Yunyang.

...

Nanzhang County is located in the southwest of Xiangyang, only a hundred miles away. It is connected to Baokang in the west, Jingmen in the south, and Han River in the east. It has always been the southwest barrier of Xiangyang.

Because it is adjacent to the northwestern edge of the Jianghan Plain, the north and northwest of the county town are full of high mountains, which makes the bandits and strongmen in the territory extremely active.

Many people know that the mountain trail that leads to Gucheng from the northwest, the traders who used to go back and forth have disappeared.

This made a group of strong men who lived on this trail to grumble and greet the eighteenth-generation ancestors of the eight kings every day.

At this moment, in the lobby of the Black Mountain Village, the big master Black Tiger and a group of brothers are cheering up.

"Does your kid look dazzling? Are they really half-old children? There are dozens of war horses and mule horses?"

"Big brother, how can you misunderstand the look in your brother's eyes? It's true! But the boys seem to have guys in their hands. It seems that they are dressed and dressed for the little rebels from Gucheng." One of them patted his chest.

"Huh, the bullshit rebels, the anti-thief is almost the same, the eight kings are really hateful, what do you think of the brothers?" Heihu patted the armrest.

"Big brother, watch a fart, such a big fat sheep, of course, is a fucking vote."

"Yes, a group of half-old children, even if they have a guy in their hands and have an egg to use, can't it be handled by our three hundred heroes?"

The backbone of the bandits are all clamoring.

"Well, such a good opportunity, I can't let it go, just do you want to ask the old man to do it?"

Hearing the sound, everyone fell silent and looked at the black tiger together.

After all, although they moved to Montenegro and opened their own accounts, they were still from Wufengzhai. They were only scattered on several hills for fear of causing fear from the government.

"I'm not in a hurry. I have asked the old man for instructions. I am afraid that the fat sheep has already slipped away. Then, let me talk about it first!

Heihu's expression changed several times, and he waved his hand for the last time.

Everyone didn't say anything, and they became more and more dissatisfied with the performance of the old man over the past few years.

Not only did they send them to this place where the birds did not shit, they were not allowed to do it, and they were not allowed to be done. They also gave so much money to the corrupt officials every year, which made the life of the brothers tight.

All day long thinking about being recruited, daydreaming, and talking nicely, I want to find a future for my brothers.

But the brothers were afraid of being oppressed before, so they went up the hill and fell into the grass. Who wants to go down the hill to be restrained?

Isn't he comfortable in these happy days?

Really the older the rivers and lakes, the smaller the courage.

(Thanks to the book friends "Drunk in the red, famous A Wushuang" for their reward and support!)