The Soldier of the Ming Dynasty

Wonton is filled with pork and scallion, with thin skin and more stuffing.

Although the taste can only be regarded as the general situation, but the strength is very enough, the soup is also good.

In particular, the thick soup sprinkled with a few pieces of fresh green and white onion flowers, very refreshing.

In fact, they are both hawkers.

If it had been put in a few years ago, such a street stall would not have been eaten. Ye Qiming would not have looked at it.

But at this time, ye Qiming is eating with relish.

After three or four wontons, ye Qiming's stomach was warm, and he said to the peddler with a smile, "are you from Liaoning? Is this wonton a family craft? "

The peddler was in his early fifties. His face was full of wind, frost and ravines. People could see that he was very tired, but his spirit was not bad.

After all, peddlers are businessmen. They have much better eyesight than ordinary people, and they are also vivid.

Although Ye Qiming was only dressed in ordinary coarse cloth robes, his momentum and calm expression were not possessed by ordinary scholars and ordinary people.

The peddler didn't dare to neglect him and said with a smile, "you have a good eye. Xiao Laoer is from Liaoning Province, and his hometown is in Sanshui lane of Guangning city. When I was 13 years old, I had been an apprentice with my master since I was 13 years old. In those days, when the little old man was in Guangning City, it was Li Yuanqing and master Li who had eaten wonton made by little Lao er. What a pity. "

The peddler shook his head with a wry smile. "Now that prices are soaring in Beijing, we can't use the best pork hind legs. I'm too old to chop the meat stuffing so finely. This taste is much worse than before."

"Li Yuanqing?"

Ye Qiming was stunned. For a moment, his smile was more gentle: "fellow townsman, what you mean by Li Yuanqing is Li Yuanqing, commander-in-chief of Changsheng island in southern Liaoning Province?"

As soon as Li Yuanqing was mentioned, the peddler also came to the spirit. He seemed to be a lot younger. He said with a smile: "Sir, have you ever heard of Master Li's reputation? He is an old man. He is the pride of our people! In those days, before he joined the army, Mr. Li was in the business of medicinal materials in Guangning. Every morning, he would come to the little old man's stall to have a bowl of wonton and five pancakes. I could see at that time that Mr. Li must have unlimited opportunities in the future. Now, it's true. "

The main customers of the wonton stall are mainly aimed at the early morning peddlers and footmen, such as officials, sedan bearers of big families, shopkeepers and jobs who get up in the morning to run the hall, as well as some businessmen, or the people who are more affluent and lazy to make breakfast.

Ordinary people, to eat a bowl of 15 Wen wonton, coupled with a small pancake BaWen, it is absolutely meat pain.

At this time, it was still early, about six o'clock. It was not the early morning or the time when he had gone out to work, that is to say, seven o'clock. The peddler was also very free. Seeing that ye Qiming was willing to chat with him, he also laughed and talked with him.

Compared with the southerners, the northerners are more rough and more enthusiastic.

The peddler has been living in Beijing for six or seven years. Although his local accent has not changed, he has already adapted to the way people speak in Beijing. He can and is willing to talk.

Especially about the topic of Li Yuanqing, it is really the pride of the whole Liao people!

In those years, when Li Yuanqing led his troops to set up a Beijing temple outside the capital city, the peddler took his mother-in-law and his maid to see it.

At this time, ye Qiming naturally heard that the peddler was bragging. However, it was human nature and he would not pierce it.

He said with a smile: "I can't believe that your eyesight is really superb. Li Yuanqing is a man with some skills. I admire him, too

Is Ye Qiming's art of speaking comparable to that of this peddler?

At that time, the peddler couldn't help being overjoyed. It was as if he had found a bosom friend. He said with a smile: "uncle, you really praise the little old man. However, in those days, as soon as Mr. Li sat on the little old man's stall, the little old man could feel that he was absolutely extraordinary. The little old man's master once taught him to look at people. The first thing is to look at the figure, and the second is to look at the face. "

Seeing that ye Qiming seemed to be fascinated by this, the peddler was even more excited and showed off: "Master Li is tall and strong, but he is very well proportioned. When he walks, he is just like a tiger and a tiger. With Mr. Li's face, he is a man of dignity and wealth. Guess what, sir? Within half a year, Li Yuanqing came from Liaodong and broke Zhenjiang city with master Mao. oh dear. It's been nearly seven years. Think about it. It's like you're still in front of you

Ye Qiming said with a smile: "I can't believe that you still have a study on the opposite side, fellow townsman. It's a real person who doesn't show his face. By the way, fellow townsman, how did you come to Beijing? I heard that Li Yuanqing and Li Shuai are doing well in Changsheng island. "

How can the peddler be ye Qiming's opponent?

As soon as he heard that ye Qiming was very respectful to Li Yuanqing, he also opened up his conversation box and said with a smile: "Sir, this is a long story. In those days, when the old lady was in a crisis, she could not run to the old woman. Fortunately, a noble man helped him and gave him a donkey to his wife and girl. The little old man followed the noble family and finally entered the pass. After arriving in Guannei, the little old man planned to go to Zhenjiang to join Mr. Li, but it was too chaotic and there was no boat. The little old man can only follow the big stream and come to Beijing. With the skill of the little old man, I barely make a living. ""Well. What a pity. The little old man has no son, only a single seedling girl. If not, I must send my son to master Li and let him kill Tartars with him. "

Ye Qiming nodded slowly.

Although the peddler didn't say who the nobleman was, he could guess that he had something to do with Li Yuanqing.

Ye Qiming remembers that Li Yuanqing's second wife, the miss of Qu family, was not in Guangning city at that time?

No wonder Li Yuanqing was young enough to do so.

It's really the right time, the right place and the right people.

Although the peddler didn't say so, ye Qiming knew that in those days, many people in Guangning City escaped from the city ahead of time to avoid being slaughtered by Tartars because Li Yuanqing released the news in advance.

Even if the peddler arrived in Beijing, he always remembered to keep a secret and never forget Li Yuanqing's kindness. This is really

From this, we can imagine how much influence Li Yuanqing had in Liao Dynasty.

It is not surprising that such people can win battles.

However, Li Yuanqing now, with the imperial court, but

Ye Qiming thought, his brows wrinkled slightly, and the martial arts were powerful. This was not a blessing for the imperial court

Seeing ye Qiming, the peddler thinks of his worries. Next to him, he happens to have a new customer. He doesn't bother him any more. He laughs and greets new guests.

Ye Qiming looked at the peddler's busy figure and shook his head with a smile.

Maybe, I feel tired, but in fact, maybe people are very happy.

Children are not fish. How can you know the joy of fish.

After eating all the wonton in the bowl and eating a small pancake, ye Qiming said to the boy beside him with a smile: "soul son, are you full?"

The boy who called the soul said with a smile: "young master, the soul son is full."

Ye Qiming laughs, "take three Liang silver and pay for the boss."

"Ah?"

Soul son a Leng, busy way: "childe, our meal, not more than 50 Wen. This... "

Ye Qiming has already stood up, "you just do it."

"Yes."

Soul son dare not neglect, busy from the purse to take out three or two pieces of silver, handed to the vendor's hand.

The peddler came back to his senses and quickly chased him to Ye Qiming. This, this is too much. "

Ye Qiming waved his hand with a smile. Fellow townsman, we are very congenial. Today, originally I wanted to talk with you for a while, but I suddenly thought of something to deal with. Wait another day. I'll have your wonton some other day. Let's have a good chat. I'll pay the money in advance. "

"Well. Uncle, if you want to come next time, you'd better ask someone to tell me in advance, and I'll make you stuffing with pork hind legs. "

Ye Qiming was a bit depressed these days, but he met this hawker early in the morning, and his mood became clearer.

At this time, there are many pedestrians in the street, and they have reached the busy point. However, ye Qiming is not in a hurry. He walks slowly and methodically to a nearby Hutong and sits down in a humble teahouse.

The boy soul son is respectfully to wait at the door, do not know what guests are waiting for.

Not long after that, Zhou Wei, who had been promoted to be a member of the Ministry of war, came quickly with two servants.

Soul son hastened to respectfully welcome Zhou Wei to the inside.

"Brother ye, are you in a hurry?"

Zhou Wei comes to the room and gives Ye Qiming a fist.

Although Ye Qiming didn't become an official at that time, he was far from comparable to Zhou Wei, who was born in the second grade A in terms of fame and reputation. However, the details of Ye Qiming were far from that of Zhou Wei.

Many people are used to thinking that in the Ming Dynasty, the children of the powerful and powerful were all in office very early, which is actually a wrong thinking.

These powerful children, especially the legitimate ones, do not need fame and fame when they enter the official posts. Of course, they still have to go through the motions, but they are only for the sake of passing the stage.

Generally, they would follow their father's side and play the role of aides. Most of them would wait until their father retired from the official posts and enter the official posts with shadow officials.

Of course, such as Yan Shifan, Yan Song's son, Yin Guan was also an official in the palace.

It's just that "make up for the deficiency and lose the surplus." as a result, it's still too sharp, and the end will not be very good.

The inheritance of China is based on the doctrine of the mean.

In fact, it is not a good thing for a young man to be an official because of his impetuous and impetuous nature.

While staying with their parents, even if they have no real power, their influence can not be underestimated.

But even if they didn't become officials, their popularity and reputation when they stayed with their parents were, to some extent, more powerful than their qualifications, especially in the late Ming Dynasty.

At this time, seeing Zhou Wei come in, ye Qiming stood up with a smile and said, "it's not long since I arrived. How are you, brother Zhou? What was the war like in the early days of today? "Zhou Wei is only from the five grades, if put in the ordinary, he has not the qualification of the early Dynasty.

However, at this time, the pattern of the central court was quite complicated. Zhou Wei, as the backbone of Donglin, had a good reputation, so he was allowed to enter the court, but he had no right to speak.

"Ah."

Zhou Wei sighed, tasted a mouthful of tea, looked into Ye Qiming's eyes and said, "brother ye, the old pickled dog is so rampant! He is going to kill us all! If we go on like this, we will be ruined by the old pickled dog