Ming Taizi's Total War

Chapter 86
He carried either five or ten taels of silver ladles, silver ingots, or one or two taels of broken silver, and there was no such small amount of money at all.

"This is the smallest one." Zhang Chao took out a piece of broken silver that was more than one tael, and said to Zhu Cihong.

"Then give it to him." It's just a little money, Zhu Cihong doesn't care.

"My lord, you, even if you give me everything I have, you won't be able to find it." The candied haws vendor looked at Zhu Cihong's scraps of money and said bitterly.

One candied haws is only five cents for him, and the straw stick in his hand and the dozens of candied haws stuck on it are not worth half a tael of silver.

And even if he was sent to the pawn shop to be stripped naked, and all his clothes and shoes were pawned, he might still not be able to find Zhu Cihong's money.

Just when the peddler wanted to give the candied haws to Zhu Cihong, Zhu Cihong said something that surprised him.

"Take it, the extra will be rewarded by the Lord. You poor people, you have been unlucky all your life, and you should be lucky."

Zhu Cihong generously rewarded the one or two taels of silver to the hawkers who sold candied haws. In his previous life, Zhu Cihong was born in the market and knew the hardships of the hawkers.

As the saying goes, there is nothing new under the sun. From ancient times to the present, such small vendors have lived a miserable life. They kept selling on the street, showing their faces in public, and it was cold in winter and hot in summer.

"Thank you, thank you son, you are really a good person." The candied haws seller took the one or two taels of silver, thinking how many days and nights he had to work to earn it, but the son gave it to himself with just one word.

"Better crying, depending on how old you are, at least forty or fifty, how can you cry so easily."

"Young master, we are a poor family. We got used to crying and crying. We fled all the way from the Central Plains to Yangzhou, and we saw dead people everywhere along the way, as well as bones gnawed by wild dogs. At that time, I knew what was going on. , I didn’t want to cry, but now I see this piece of silver, and I cry.”

Hearing what he said, Zhu Cihong thought to himself that this is another poor man who left his hometown because of the war. If there hadn't been the peasant war in the late Ming Dynasty, maybe he should be farming at home now, enjoying family happiness with his wife and children.

"Brother, don't cry, the past is over, use this silver to buy some wine and some meat to go home and enjoy."

Just as Zhu Cihong was patting the shoulder of the old man selling candied haws and talking, he suddenly saw a group of cavalry running from the direction of Yangzhou City. They galloped on horseback on the streets full of people, without caring about pedestrians at all.

"Uncle Xingping is going out, wait for the pariah to back down quickly, or I will whip you with my whip."

As he said that, a rider rode past quickly, and with his whip, rolled up the straw stack on which the candied haws seller held the candied haws into the sky.

Seeing that it was about to hit Zhu Cihong on the head, Zhang Chao and the two guards in plain clothes immediately pulled out the Xiuchun knife, and stabbed it into the straw pile at the same time with a tacit understanding.

Then with a flick of his arm and a flick of his wrist, he hit the rider with a straw stack full of candied haws.

There was only an ouch, and the invincible rider just now fell off his mount.

"My lord, what should he do?" Zhang Chao was very straightforward in his work, and when he saw the rider fell down, he immediately grabbed him in front of Zhu Cihong.

"Release our comrades, we are from Uncle Xingping, don't you want to live?" Seeing that his comrades were taken away by Zhang Chao, the rider's companion threatened to ask Zhang Chao and the others to release them .

"Kill it." Zhu Cihong didn't even bat an eyelid.

Hearing Zhu Cihong's words, those riders couldn't believe their ears, this is a busy city, it must be too courageous to kill people here, and the ones they killed were soldiers, Uncle Xingping's people.

"How dare you!" The three or four riders didn't expect Zhu Cihong to be so arrogant, they were even crazier than them, and each of them drew out their waist knives and said to Zhu Cihong.

"I don't like people pointing weapons at me."

After hearing Zhu Cihong's words, Zhang Chao knew what he was going to do, so he quickly wiped the neck of the captured rider in front of him with the Xiuchun knife. Blood splashed on the old man selling candied haws, scaring him twice. He tightly covered his eyelids with one hand, not daring to show any gaps.

"I met a ruthless character, let's go and report to Uncle." The three or four riders knew that they were not Zhang Chao's opponents, so they turned their horses around and walked back wisely, looking for Uncle Xing Ping to show them off.

Zhang Chao wanted to catch up and kill them all, but was stopped by Zhu Cihong.

"They ride horses, you can't catch up."

"Then what should we do? Just wait here for someone to bring in reinforcements?" Zhang Chaowen.

Before Zhu Cihong could answer Zhang Chao, he saw forty or fifty cavalrymen, either holding ring-shoulders or lances, surrounding them.

It's just that they surrounded them like this, not moving at all, and no one spoke to Zhu Cihong and the others.

After a while, the rightful lord came, that is, Bo Gaojie Xingping. His title was not conferred by Zhu Cilang. When he was in the Chongzhen Dynasty, Chongzhen was ill and went to the doctor in a hurry.

In fact, in the four towns of Jiangbei, except for Huang Degong, the other three guys are not worthy of being called soldiers at all, let alone generals.

"It's so courageous to kill our soldiers in the middle of the city. Who are you? Hurry up and catch them. I can still give you a whole body. Otherwise, I will have my guards chop all of you into mincemeat."

Gao Jie rode a white horse covered with brown spots, passed through the encirclement, and came to Zhu Cihong and the others and said.

Because when Zhu Cihong came to Yangzhou, Gao Jie and the others did not pick him up at the pier. At the same time, Zhu Cihong's enthronement was too short, and not many people knew him. The emperor's face was so ordinary that officials dared not even look at it, let alone describe it to others. .

Therefore, Gao Jie, and even other local officials and generals, did not know what Zhu Cihong looked like.

"You are Gao Jie?" Unlike Gao Jie, Zhu Cihong has seen his portraits, but there is a shortcoming in the ancient paintings, that is, they only pay attention to the intention and are not realistic enough.

Looking at the paintings brought by the artist, Zhu Cihong felt that they were not as good as the ones he drew in sketching class when he was a child.

"Bold, you can call uncle's name directly." Before Gao Jie could speak, a guard beside him pointed at Zhu Cihong's nose and cursed.

"Hmph, jumping beam clown." Zhu Cihong snorted coldly.

"System, call out the [-] cavalry battalions and let them come to me immediately."

Before, the system released a mission for Zhu Cihong to swear to the Northern Expedition, but when he got off the ship and arrived at the pier, the system reminded him that the mission was completed and gave him a battalion of [-] cavalry.

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