Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The weather is getting colder, and the main dish of Shenxianju has become a hot pot.

The steam in the hot pot tables in the lobby was faint, and the faces of the people who were covered were in a daze.

"A catty of beef!"

Someone yelled, and a guy went to the back, and after a short while, he came with a plate of beef.

After the establishment of a garrison in Hami, the grassland is now almost Daming's backyard. Anyone who wants to cross the grassland to attack Daming must first worry that his back road will be cut off by the city of Hami.

There are no sword soldiers on the grassland now, and Daming's wandering riders are cruising around Yilibali, and even go to the side of the abandoned city from time to time, but turn a blind eye to the small grassland tribes living in it.

From Yilibaili to Nuer Gandusi, cattle and sheep are everywhere on this land about the same size as the mainland of Daming.

"Why is it cheaper? Could it be forgotten?"

At this time, a table of diners check out. Most of them are regular customers, so they are very familiar with the price and feel wrong when they hear it.

The guy bent slightly and said, "The guests don't know. Recently, a lot of cattle and sheep have been sold to the north. Many of them are kept outside the city of Beiping, just waiting to be sold!"

The customer smiled and said: "Yes! The scarcity is the most expensive thing. If there are too many cattle and sheep, it is not worth the money. However, if you can take the initiative to reduce the price, it shows that you are on duty, okay."

The diners nearby also yelled hello. The guy straightened up and said confidently: "We take the goods from the city of Beiping. Whether it’s the price of vegetables or meat, we will always have the lowest price here, but we can guarantee the best. We promise not to Pit everyone."

Everyone laughed for a while, then feasted.

At this time, someone came out from inside, but everyone saw it as Mo Chou.

"Does the shopkeeper go out for autumn?"

Mo Chou came out in a cotton robe, his expression indifferent.

She didn't wear a drapery or mask, her face was pale and black, and her dark eyes swept across the lobby. Those diners who wanted to laugh averted her gaze and lowered their heads to eat.

Mo Chou left Shenxianju, and the carriage was already waiting.

Mo Chou got into the carriage, and his brother also came up, and then the carriage moved slowly.

"Qin Lou's courage is not so big, let's talk about medicine...Hey, what's this here?"

The carriage was covered with a blanket to keep it warm the day before yesterday, but now a corner of the blanket is raised high and it is still squirming.

Mo Chou covered his forehead and said, "Huanhuan... I want my brother to indulge him too much."

The younger brother said with a straight face: "Miss, Master hasn't been on the streets for a long time."

"mother."

A five or six-year-old boy crawled out from under the blanket. He threw himself on Mo Chou's lap and raised his head and begged: "Mother, I'm going to play with my sister, and the big dog."

Mo Chou sighed, "I sneaked into the carriage, and I'm not afraid of being abducted!"

Her mouth was fierce, but her hand gently stroked the child's back, just like when he was sleeping at night.

When the carriage reached the avenue, its speed increased a bit.

After leaving the city later, Mo Chou raised the curtain and let Huanhuan look outside.

She lived alone in Shenxianju with Huanhuan, and it was not convenient for women to show up, so Huanhuan didn't come out to play much.

The child was looking at the outskirts of Beiping in late autumn, and Mo Chou was thinking about Fang Wake in Jinling.

"Miss, the northerners are gloating for the cleanup of the South! They all say that the master is a killer, and those southerners can't please."

The younger brother often hears those diners talking, and there are all kinds of news, which are better than Qingpi's news.

Mo Chou grabbed Huanhuan's neck and collar, and said, "Everyone knows that the north will be cleaned up, and the south will not be spared. Otherwise, the north and the south will be divided, and your majesty will definitely not do it. As for the lord... those gentry are not good people. "

After arriving at Fangjiazhuang, Mo Chou took Huanhuan to see Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai.

When the three of them saw the courtesy, Wuyou played in the yard with Huanhuan.

"Madam, how is the injury of potatoes?"

Mo Chou came to visit the injured potato today and brought some medicinal herbs.

Zhang Shuhui smiled bitterly: "Fortunately, the wounds of His Royal Highness Han are effective, and the wounds are scarred. The royal doctors have also come to see them. They said that they are no more appropriate. The potatoes are small, and the scars can be removed at most half a month."

Xiaobai went outside to look at the two children, and then came in and said: "His Royal Highness is doing his own son like this. The potato is still young, and he fell off his horse this time. Fortunately, he didn't break his bones, otherwise he would have trouble in the future."

Seeing Zhang Shuhui's complexion, she persuaded: "Madam, or call it back. When the young master comes back, Xin Laoqi and the others can also teach potatoes."

Zhang Shuhui didn't answer, and Mo Chou also persuaded: "The master said that she was not good at martial arts, but he has no opponents in the country. Tudou will inherit the title in the future. It is better for the master to teach him the art of war."

Zhang Shuhui sighed and said: "The husband said that many things depend on the child's interest. If he is not interested in leading soldiers in battle, the husband will not force him, so..."

Mo Chou said in amazement, "Then...Isn't you grateful to His Royal Highness Han?"

Xiaobai smiled and said, "Isn't it? His Royal Highness Han has been carrying potatoes for training for a long time. When I return home every few days, my face is tanned, but it's a lot stronger."

Zhang Shuhui was a little hard to choose, and said: "The husband said that in the future let Tudou choose his own choice. Kofujun is known as the famous general of the Ming Dynasty, and he is also the founder of Wenzong. Tudou is not touched on both sides, so sad!"

Xiaobai said the fastest: "Madam, Master said that there will be no more battles to fight in the future."

Zhang Shuhui's sadness dissipated in an instant, and she glared at her and said, "I remember, I just wanted to find something for him to do, otherwise I will become a dude."

At this moment, Mother Qin came from outside. As soon as she came in, she lowered her voice, "Madam, someone said that the master's messenger has entered Beijing."

...

A blood suit was picked up by Yu Jia, Zhu Zhanji got up and took a look, as if he couldn't bear it, he turned his head over.

Yang Rong also took a look at the tattered blood suit. The place torn by the dog's teeth looked all black~www.wuxiaspot.com~Guo Hou had been beaten by Xinghe Bo Ren to be behind the busy city, Jinling City was quite gentry. Dissatisfied..."

Yang Shiqi was reading a memorial, and this memorial arrived almost at the same time as the messenger who sent the blood coat, which shows the speed.

Zhu Zhanji waved his hand, anger rising in his eyes.

"Cruel nature, **** it!"

The emperor’s anger came more quickly: "Those local officials joined forces to fool around, let the rebels sit down, and investigate. Huo Yan has reported many times, go check it, and see who intercepted it. Check it out!"

Then the emperor's anger shifted to Dongchang and Jinyiwei, and An Lun and Shenyang both sent people to Anxiang County to investigate the matter.

The emperor did not conceal the source of his anger, and the contributory deception suddenly became a mouse on the street, a dregs in the emperor's eyes.

And Huo Yan's experience has also become capital talks, mostly shocked.

But the next day, someone begged to get sick, causing a fluctuation from top to bottom.

"The new jinshi Hao Kun wrote a letter, saying that he was dying and wanted to return to his hometown to recover."

Jin Youzi's face looked like a smile, and his tone was a little weird: "He was observing the end of politics, and the staff arranged for him to go to Anxiang County..."

Yang Pu said in astonishment, "Isn't Jian Yi begging to go? How did you arrange the candidates for the county magistrate in Anxiang so quickly?"

Jian Yi had been ill several times, but the emperor suppressed and disagreed.

No one knows the emperor's thoughts, but the successor is not so impressed by the emperor's eyes that it is true.

Jin Youzi continued: "Later someone reported that Hao Kun was drinking with friends last night, and complained after drinking, saying that he didn't dare to go to Anxiang County and would rather go home to farm."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and everyone was stunned.

For a long time, Yang Rong said, "Anxiang must be cleaned up. Why doesn't he want to go?"

Jin Youzi shook his head and said, "I don't know, it's probably because of timidity."