"Mr.
Su, why are you doing this to yourself?"
The more Zhu Dapeng listened, the more guilty he felt, and he quickly apologized to Mr.
Su, "I really didn't mean that you didn't have ink in your stomach just now, I didn't understand the rules of the Yuan Dynasty."
"It's not Zuojian."
Mr.
Su picked up a cup of tea, took a big sip, and then continued to depreciate himself, "Isn't it said that there are seven doctors, eight prostitutes, nine Confucians and ten beggars?
Some scholars are indeed worse than prostitutes in character.
Prostitutes are also You know, if you take other people’s money, you have to use all your abilities to serve them.
Some scholars will bite back once they take other people’s money.”
"Stop, stop, let's not talk about this anymore.
If we talk about it any more, we will be way off topic."
Zhu Dapeng was also a scholar in his previous life.
Hearing this, he felt uncomfortable in his heart and stood up again and waved his hands.
He finally figured out that Mr.
Su, this old guy, would definitely be a hard-core angry young man in future generations.
He would still be angry until he grows old and refuse to repent.
But that's fine.
Angry youths are basically more conscientious.
The old guy himself doesn't have much affection for the Meng Yuan court.
As long as it's not the most critical moment, the old guy won't stab him in the back on behalf of the Meng Yuan court.
In the 21st century, nine out of ten people who go to forums and argue with others are angry youths.
It's just that the degree of anger is different and the direction is different.
Even Zhu Dapeng himself is no exception.
So after discovering Mr.
Su, an ancient angry young man, my wariness towards the latter suddenly faded away a lot.
Mr.
Su was originally good at observing words and emotions.
Seeing that Zhu Dapeng was getting closer to him, he cheered up and hypothesized the problems and troubles that Zhu Dapeng might encounter when he went to visit Sesame Li one by one, and gave corresponding solutions. solution.
Talk about it, before you know it, the sun has set in the west.
Mr.
Su looked at the sky outside, stood up, and suggested with a smile: "That's basically it.
Anyway, as long as the lord bites him to death, he is the leader of the Maitreya Sect, and Sesame Lee will not dare to do anything to you.
Governance.
A city is not a simple thing.
Today he has He will definitely be very busy.
Therefore, it is best for the lord to visit him before dinner, and then do not stay at his place to eat, just saying that he wants to come back to appease the people in the jurisdiction.
In this way, he will not have enough time, and it will be impossible.
I found too many flaws in your words.”
"Then I'll go now."
Zhu Dapeng stood up immediately and held the rolled famous painting in his arms.
"The problem is" After glancing at Mr.
Su, he hesitantly sat back on his chair, "The question is, Zhizhi Li, can Zhizhi Li know the value of this painting?"
"Don't worry, my lord, Sesame Li knows it now even if he didn't know it this morning."
Mr.
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Su smiled and responded very confidently.
"How do you say this?"
Zhu Dapeng didn't understand the twists and turns and asked proactively.
Mr.
Su smiled again and curled his lips disdainfully, "Last night the Red Scarf Army entered the city, and the residences of Lord Daruhuachi and Lord Zhou Yin were forcibly breached.
Lord Tongzhiyu, however, took the initiative to open the door and surrender.
Subordinate I heard that Zhizhi Li also gave him a big official position and asked him to continue to help the rebels govern Xuzhou.
With him beside Zhizhi Li, what treasure can he miss?"
"Then will he take the initiative to expose us?"
Zhu Dapeng was startled and quickly asked in a low voice.
"It's not that it's possible, it's that we don't know where we are from at all."
Mr.
Su shrugged with disdain, "His colleague used to be a memorial tablet.
There was Daru Hua Chi pressing it on top, and there was Mahaha on the bottom.
Hemp is crowded, except Apart from getting a bonus from the yamen on a regular basis, he couldn't care about anything.
As for what was going on at the bottom of Xuzhou City, Sesame Li asked him to help, but asking the blind man for directions was a waste of time. " "Oh" Zhu Dapeng nodded repeatedly, his confidence suddenly increased a lot.
"Then you arrange a few reliable brothers for me and ask them to go with me.
I am still confused about the street situation in Xuzhou."
He pointed to his head with his finger.
"Sir, wait a moment, I'm going to call someone right now."
Mr.
Su stood up quickly and walked out.
Zhu Dapeng personally delivered this person to the door, then returned to the desk and waited patiently.
It's not that he has 100% trust in Mr.
Su, but now there is no one else available except Mr.
Su.
Those white officers and small prison inmates seemed to be more in awe of him than Mr.
Su.
But so far, Zhu Dapeng still can't name most of them, and he doesn't have the slightest understanding of their abilities, knowledge, and character.
If you want to choose one of them to be your arm, how can you possibly have time?
Within five minutes, Mr.
Su turned back again.
Behind him were seven or eight rather capable-looking men, each of whom wore a red cloth for his head and a green shirt to cover his body.
He also had a sheathed and used plain knife across his waist.
The first two were Mr.
Su's favorite disciples, Sun Thirty-one and Wu Twenty-two, who had just rushed to the small building in the back garden to pick a woman.
One of the two guys held a brand new official uniform in his hands, and the other held a pair of thin-soled soap boots on a vermillion lacquer tray.
After entering the house, he greeted Zhu Dapeng first.
Then he squatted down and helped the latter change his clothes with his own hands.
"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself."
Zhu Dapeng couldn't enjoy this kind of treatment, so he quickly waved his hand to stop him.
Sun Thirty-one and Wu Twenty-two immediately blushed after hearing this and squatted on the ground, neither advancing nor retreating.
They didn't know where to put their hands or feet.
"My lord values you very much and cannot bear to let you do such chores."
Mr.
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Su was somewhat used to Zhu Dapeng's style of treating others as equals, so he cleared his throat and reminded in a low voice.
"Why don't you put down your clothes and boots and ask the maids to come in and serve the clumsy old man?
Spend more time on charging for the master and stop pretending to be attentive here."
"Yes" Sun Thirty-one and Wu Twenty-two retreated with blushing faces as if they had been granted amnesty.
A moment later, the six girls who had knocked over the basin filed in again, wearing socks and clothes, and dressed Zhu Dapeng up again.
"Hair" Zhu Dapeng took the bronze mirror and looked at it, pointing at his head and asking.
"The leader of the Maitreya Sect is a lay disciple and does not need to shave his head."
Mr.
Su had noticed these details for a long time and responded in a low voice without even thinking about it.
"Besides, you couldn't have cut your hair like a monk in order to deceive the government."
"Indeed, everything should focus on the overall situation and there is no need to get entangled in the minutiae."
The highest level of deception is to deceive yourself into the drama first.
Zhu Dapeng nodded, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, seven were dissatisfied and the other was angry, "Little guys , lead the way and lead this hall master to meet that manager Li."
"Yes" Sun Sanshiyi and Wu Ershiyi puffed up their chests, led the other six men to open their posture, and swarmed out to protect Zhu Dapeng.
The residences of dignitaries and dignitaries in Xuzhou City are all concentrated in the north of the central axis.
Therefore, Zhu Dapeng's temporary residence is not far from the state government office where Zhima Li currently handles official business.
According to the timing method of the 21st century, the group of people had arrived at their destination in about ten minutes.
First he stopped more than ten meters away from the entrance of the state government office, and then Sun Sanshiyi took the initiative to greet the officer on duty, "This military master invited my master, the master of the Maitreya Sect's Dazhi Hall, the Red Turban Army Xuzhou The Commander-in-Chief of the Zuo Army, under the General Manager, has come specially to see the General Manager.
I would like to inform you, sir."
As he spoke, he took out two small silver ingots from his sleeves and skillfully stuffed them into his palms.
"Is this General Zhu?
Please wait a moment."
The other party responded very politely, but refused to accept Sun Sanshiyi's silver ingot.
He rolled down his sleeves and trotted inside to report.
Not long after, the main entrance of the state government office was opened wide, drums and music were playing, and a strong man wearing a big cloak led the crowd to greet him, "Is this Master Zhu of Dazhitang?
You finally woke up.
I heard that you were injured in the battle last night.
"Body, brother, I feel very uneasy."
Zhu Dapeng saw that this man had a strong back in life and was so heroic in his movements that he knew it must be Sesame Li, the chief manager of Xuzhou.
He quickly stepped forward and followed the method taught by Mr.
Su in advance.
He put one hand on his chest and bowed, "Maitreya."
With the blessing of the true Buddha, my disciple is now well, and I am worried about you.”
"With the blessings of Maitreya Buddha, the general manager will carry out universal salvation in response to the end of the world.
All attacks are invincible and all battles are invincible."
Sun Thirty-one and others followed closely behind Zhu Dapeng, pretending to be gods and ghosts, with compassionate faces.
This move was a bit beyond Zhima Li's expectations.
He frowned at first, then smiled, holding his hands in the shape of flames in front of his chest, and responded with the Mingjiao etiquette he had just learned for a few days, "In the light of God, I wish Brother Zhu good health and no illness or pain in this life.
May the light in the world last forever, and there will be no more mourning from now on.”
"May the light in the world last forever, and there will be no more cries from now on."
Upon seeing this, Sesame Li and the red scarf generals behind him quickly formed their hands into flames and saluted.
For a moment, they were at odds with Zhu Dapeng.
Eight taels, evenly matched.
At this time, the Ming Sect, the White Lotus Sect, and the Maitreya Sect had publicly announced that the three religions were united and jointly worshiped the Great God of Light.
Therefore, when both parties meet in a religious manner, it is equivalent to confirming their identity as fellow disciples.
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Unless there is sworn hatred between each other, they must not attack or kill each other.
Zhu Dapeng and Mr.
Su had rehearsed this scene countless times beforehand, and when he saw that everything was going as he had prepared, he felt much relieved.
Putting away the etiquette of the Maitreya Cult, he once again clasped his fists and stood in a solemn bow, "Zhu Bayi, the commander-in-chief of the Left Army, specially came to report to the general manager.
From then on, he went through fire and water, but he was dispatched by the general manager."
"Yeah."
Zhizhi Li didn't expect that the other party would immediately make another 180-degree turn after forcing him to admit his identity as a fellow sect member.
He was stunned, then laughed, "Okay, what a Zhu Bayi.
I heard people say how great you are this morning, and I still didn't believe it.
Now that I have met you, you are indeed a young hero, and you live up to your reputation." s: The demise of the Song Dynasty and the rise of the Yuan Dynasty really cut off the seeds of reading in China.
Hundreds of thousands of people threw themselves into the sea, and many cultural elites and the backbone of the nation perished.
Every time I think about this, I feel heartbroken.
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