Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 581
"Is this Beijing?"

Chongwenmen, the first of the eight banknote gates, earns over [-] yuan a year, and is now densely packed with people.

The high-hanging sun was extremely dazzling, scorching the entire earth hot.

The donkey cart transporting coal moved slowly, dropping lumps of cakes from time to time, causing the wisteria hand who had been waiting for a long time on the side of the road to scramble for it.

Pedestrians on the road saw the majestic Beijing city, and couldn't help but hold their heads high, inexplicably shocked.

At this time, a carriage came, and they lined up consciously to pay the entry tax.

In the car, several priests wearing wigs, wearing loose white robes, wearing glasses on the bridge of their noses, and their brown-green eyes are constantly looking for gaps, observing the scene of Ming Dynasty.

"Ordinary people in short clothes and shorts, with hats on their heads, bowed humblely, with sallow and emaciated faces, similar to commoners outside Rome."

"Those who wear robes and hold their heads high should be the nobles, right? How many people are courteous?"

"No, those are scholars, or ordinary people who have won medals and honors, just like college students in our seminary, who rely on knowledge to gain status."

In the carriage, the skinny priest explained to another black-haired priest with a high nose bridge in standard Mandarin.

There were countless conversations between the two along the way. In order to better integrate into Daming, Mandarin must be fluent.

"Da Ming is too big."

At this time, the priest who was sitting on the other side watching, sighed: "It took half a month to go north from Macau, and now it took three to five days to travel on land. This is wider than the whole of Europa."

"If these people accept God's gospel, after we die, we will surely enter heaven and enjoy God's mercy."

Hearing this, several people fell into a fiery heat.

"I don't know if the Ming Emperor will receive us?"

"The governor of Macau entrusted us to come here because of the conflict between the Netherlands and Ming Dynasty. For the sake of diplomatic relations between the two countries, the emperor of Ming Dynasty will definitely receive us!"

After discussing a few words, the carriage stopped and went, and came to the gate.

"Two carriages, how many people?" the tax collector said angrily.

"Seven!" the groom hurriedly said.

"I do not believe!"

The tax collector sneered and stepped forward.

Although the carriage is gorgeous, it looks like it was leased, and the guards are vulnerable. This kind of rich man must have come from another place. How can he pass without paying a fortune?
Hey, why don't you stop me, this is a female relative, a great defense for men and women——

The tax collector slowed down a bit.

You ungrateful animal.

Gritting his teeth, the tax collector felt that he was fighting a fool, unlucky.

Helpless, he could only lift the curtain of the car.

"Damn—"

What appeared in front of his eyes was a blue-faced, fang-toothed demon from hell, and he was so frightened that he even took a few steps back, his legs limp.

The scream immediately startled the surrounding people, and they hurriedly stepped back a few steps to avoid it.

At this time, the curtain of the car was opened, and several evil spirits in white robes really showed their true faces.

Now, the children were crying, the old man trembled and was ready to die at any time, and many timid ones even peed on their buttocks in fright.

The huge Chongwenmen became a mess in an instant, as if it had been looted by someone.

"Hello, we are from Macau."

The evil ghost clearly spoke standard official language, which made the tax collectors and guards speechless in surprise.

These words are even more standard than theirs.

"So it's Portuguese!"

At this time, a man came on a horse and couldn't help laughing when he saw Chongwenmen was in chaos.

As he said that, he went directly to the carriage, ignored everyone's astonished gazes, and said, "Are you from Macau?"

"That's right!" The leading priest was overjoyed: "We have come to Beijing to negotiate with your country at the request of the Governor of Macau and the Dutch."

"Surely you have documents?"

"Of course, without documents, you can't come to Beijing."

After speaking, hand in the paperwork.

Compatible with the Ministry of Rites, signature is just a major matter.

"It's okay, this is a group of Western Yi monks."

Zheng Sen yelled, and the situation immediately returned to normal.

"Where are the guards?"

Zheng Sen felt strange, why let these red barbarians do whatever they want, what if they scare the children?
"They went back in Tianjin."

The big-nosed priest should be the person in charge, and his words are very sincere.

Obviously, the Ministry of Rites must feel that such Xiyi is inferior to North Korea, Ryukyu and other countries, so naturally they don't care.

Furthermore, it takes a few days to travel from Tianjin to Beijing. With the survey and cooperation, the post station can live. How can manpower be allocated to take care of this group of people.

After a long time, Zheng Sen said, "I'll take you to the Ministry of Rites!"

After a while, Dongchang investigated the affairs outside Chongwen Gate in detail and submitted it to the emperor.

"missionary--"

Zhu Yixi muttered, and then he remembered the group of people who built the ship for him in Nanjing.

Oops, it's been too long, I almost forgot, it's all because it's so easy to use.

"Macao sent people here to discuss the establishment of an embassy, ​​and also to speak for the Dutch."

Yang Le said softly: "The people in the Ministry of Rites are extremely repulsive to the embassy's own affairs, and make things difficult in every possible way. It must be because of this this time that no one was sent to guard it, which led to this incident."

"outrageous!"

The emperor uttered a word and stopped talking.

But Yang Le understood that this was the beginning of the emperor's dissatisfaction with Jiang Riguang, the Minister of Rites.

These veterans are stubborn, even if they obey on the surface, they will secretly reject them.

The embassy started talking about it last year, and now it's Mid-Autumn Festival, and the ground has not been painted. The emperor's patience has reached its limit.

"Since the Ministry of Rites doesn't do it, then I will do it."

Zhu Yixi glanced at Yang Le, turned his head and said, "Go to Dongchang and find a piece of deserted land in the inner city, and let these Xiyi build an embassy."

"Yes!" Yang Le was overjoyed and hurriedly responded.

Being able to do things for the emperor means that it is still useful and the power is still in hand.

"Let the cabinet draft a decree that, except for the eight major customs offices, Xiyi is not allowed to build private churches in other places, and it is not allowed to preach privately."

Soon, the three members of the cabinet borrowed the oral decree. After pondering it through, they quickly approved this irrelevant imperial decree. After submitting it to the emperor, it was sent to the six departments and published in all provinces.

The Ministry of Rites immediately understood the emperor's thoughts through Dongchang's actions, and hurriedly acted.

"The barbarians in Macau spread the word that the Dutch begged for peace and were willing to give up their officials, only to be able to go to the customs to do business and build an embassy in Beijing."

With a dark face, Jiang Yueguang reported helplessly.

"Business!" Zhu Yixi nodded and said, "I've allowed him, but tell the Portuguese that the borrowing of land for repairs in the past was not about selling the land to him."

"In a land of mere size, you dare to set up a governor privately, build a new city wall, and act recklessly."

"The land of Macau is back under the jurisdiction of Xiangshan County."

(End of this chapter)