Daming: I became Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son

At this time, an official from the Ministry of Rites suddenly came. After entering, he first saluted everyone, and then asked Zhu Yuanzhang for instructions.

"Your Majesty Qizuo, the letters of credence of Shi Liemen and others have been handed in, and they will arrive at Yingtian Mansion in three days. Please show your Majesty how the Ministry of Rites should receive them."

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang was also thinking about this issue. Although Beiyuan had been beaten up by himself, it was still an independent country after all.

It is really a question of what kind of reception to use, he looked at Zhu Tao and asked.

"Tao'er, what kind of standard do you think should be used to receive this martyr's family? You still have to arrange this matter."

Zhu Tao shook his head lightly and said.

"If there is anything to receive, just let them find a thatched hut to live in, and then find a few eighth-rank officials to humiliate them."

Zhu Yuanzhang was taken aback for a moment, and he hurriedly asked Zhu Tao.

"It's a little inappropriate to do this. After all, it's an ancient rule that the two countries don't fight each other. If it's so humiliating, I'm afraid it will leave something to talk about."

But Zhu Tao chuckled and said calmly.

"Father, you are the founding emperor of the country. You should know exactly how these Tartars treat us Han people. Otherwise, there would be no such thing as your rebellion."

Of course, Zhu Yuanzhang knew that the Han people had no status in the Yuan Dynasty. They were called two-legged sheep, and they were worse than slaves. They were treated like livestock.

Thinking of this, he naturally had nothing else to say, nodded and said to Zhu Tao.

"Let's not bother with this matter anymore. You can arrange it at your own discretion. We just want to see the final result."

Zhu Tao nodded, expressing that he would not let his father down.

Three days later, the dusty Shi Lie Gate brought his mission to the gate of Yingtian Mansion.

At this time, one of his followers asked him.

"My lord, why hasn't anyone come to pick us up now? What's going on? Didn't the credentials be handed in three days ago?"

The Shi Lie Sect also knew that at this stage, there might not be much to say.

After all, the current Bei Yuan is no longer the time when Genghis Khan ruled the world. They had no initiative to talk to the Ming Dynasty.

So in the face of his subordinates' questions, he had no choice but to answer.

"Where do you get so many complaints? You can do what you are asked to do. Remember not to have any complaints."

The city gate was wide open, and an official wearing a green official robe came out from inside. Judging by the patch on his body, he should be an eighth-rank official.

This time, he directly stunned Shi Liemen. He still had expectations in his heart, after all, he was the prime minister of a senior official.

Those who came to Daming to discuss peace talks should be greeted by princes and nobles, even if they were not, they should be received by the cabinet.

What kind of situation is this for a whole eighth-rank official now, Shi Liemen asked at a loss.

"May I ask, is this lord here to welcome our mission? Which yamen do you work for?"

The official said with a smile.

"You don't need to be polite to me. My name is Zu Dazong. I am an alternate supply officer of the Ministry of Rites. I was ordered to come and guide you into the city. You just follow me."

It can be said that this is not very harmful at once, but it is extremely insulting. Before the door of losing power has spoken, the followers below have long been unhappy.

In this matter, they were already regarded as low-level seventh-rank officials, but they turned out to be alternates. This is not taking them seriously.

"The Ming Dynasty is so disregarding etiquette, I can't accept it, you should go back quickly, and get someone who is equal to come to greet you, otherwise we can't agree."

Unexpectedly, that Master Zu was not polite at all, and said with a contemptuous smile.

"Shame on you, if that's the case, then you go back to the grasslands and receive the Tartars. My Daming is like this. If you don't want to come, get out of here."

At this moment, Shi Liemen's face turned red and white, and he really wanted to shake his head and leave.

But he also knew that if he could not complete this task, he would have no value in existence, and he could only bear the burden of humiliation.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a smile, and said to the official of the Ministry of Rites.

"Your Majesty, please come to greet me. If this is the case, then we will go with you. Shall we meet with His Majesty today to discuss state affairs?"

Zu Dazong had a look of disgust, and said with a snort.

"Look at the tattered clothes on your body, and there is a fishy smell, aren't you afraid that your Majesty will be suffocated?"

As he spoke, he looked helplessly at the people in front of him and said.

"I'll take you to your residence first, let you settle down first, take a shower and change your clothes, and then wait for His Majesty to summon you."

It has to be said that this can be regarded as a more humane arrangement. The Gate of Lost Martyrs followed the official of the Ministry of Rites all the way to the side of the posthouse.

The Golden Pavilion was specially built for receiving guests from other countries, and it can be described as magnificent.

Although as a prime minister, Shi Liemen had never enjoyed such a high standard of reception, but he still had some expectations in his heart, so he hurried inside.

At this time, Zu Dazong pulled him back all of a sudden, and said.

"What do you want to do, look at the dirty place on your body, is that place for you to live in? Is your brain flooded, and your residence is next to it."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to a short and dilapidated bungalow and said.

"This place is lived by a few people who poured out Yexiang, but there are no people living in the posthouse recently, so there is no need to go to Yexiang, so you can live in it first."

The so-called pouring Yexiang, that is, to dispose of feces, Shi Liemen was overwhelmed, and it was extremely rude to let himself live in such a place.

He really wanted to turn his face and scold people, but he knew that since he was here, he had to endure it, and a little intolerance would lead to a big conspiracy.

"Thank you, my lord. Since you have made arrangements, it is good for us to live here. You can go to work. I will wait for His Majesty to summon you at any time."

When they pushed the house away, they found that it was already covered with dust and there were many cobwebs, so they had no choice but to clean it first.

After working for more than half an hour, he finally cleaned the house, Shi Liemen hurriedly ordered one of his subordinates to say.

"With 100 taels of silver, hurry up and buy some practical things. At least buy an iron pot and get some water. Let's boil some hot water and take a bath."

That subordinate also felt that it was necessary, after all, he was already so tired, taking a bath could be regarded as relaxing, so he quickly took the money and went out.

But within a quarter of an hour, that subordinate came back with a sad face, sat down on the ground and said.

"My lord, these Han people are really bullying people. They actually charge 80 taels for an iron pot, and 50 taels of silver for a catty of firewood..."