Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

"Let's have dinner!"

The cook yelled at the top of his voice, and with a long tone, he opened the lid of the pot.

The strong aroma of rice hits your nostrils.

Sergeant Daxi stretched his neck, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the sound of swallowing saliva was clearly audible.

"Brothers, come over for dinner!"

A group of cooks, holding big spoons, started shouting.

Sergeant Daxi gathered around the stove, stretched his neck, and looked into the pot.

The cooks smiled:

"Don't worry, we've lined up, our Ming Dynasty - we're not short of food!

Brothers are all in charge! "

Eat well...

These two simple words made the endlessly scarred Daxi Army soldiers shed tears uncontrollably.

The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were holding a large pile of freshly cut bamboo tubes and stuffing them into the hands of the Daxi Army soldiers.

He also said:

"Brother, I'm sorry. We didn't prepare enough bowls and chopsticks. It's because we didn't do a good job..."

The two sides who were hostile just now became brothers.

All this turned out to be just pots of white rice...

……

The heroes of the Great Western Army, who shed no tears on the battlefield, had tears in their eyes.

The fragrant white rice was stuffed into their stomachs without even waiting for the cook to serve them.

The scalding rice made the soldiers roar with laughter. They opened their mouths wide and tried to suck in the cold wind...

The tip of the tongue was obviously hot and painful, but no one spit it out...

……

Food!

This is an inconspicuous little thing, but it is related to the important affairs of the family and the country...

……

Everyone in the Daxi Army had their stomachs full after eating.

It was obvious that he was full and burping again and again, but there were still people who wanted to eat another bowl.

"Brother, don't worry, don't worry!

We have enough rice!

Keep it in your stomach, it will be too hasty, only vegetable soup with rice.

Let’s eat rice with broth in the evening! "

……

The Dingjunshan camp was empty.

All [-] elite Western troops broke out of their camps and headed for the Zhangjiagou camp.

On this day, the smoke from the Zhangjiagou camp never stopped.

On this day, the Daxi Army soldiers who had been hungry for months finally ate dry rice.

On this day, pot after pot of white rice was served, and the lids were lifted every moment!

On this day, bowls after bowls of white rice are being served every moment!

……

Inside the camp.

Wang Guangen, Wang Guangtai, Liu Tiaoyuan, and Feng Shuangli, Dou Mingwang, and Ma Jinzhong had their wine glasses intertwined.

The six of them even started punching each other.

The leading generals of the Ming Dynasty and Daxi Dynasty drank from noon until night...

In the main seat, Li Gensheng and Li Dingguo hit it off immediately, and the two even bowed to each other.

……

When the Dingjunshan camp was surrendered, Zhu Youjian was reading the letter.

This letter is an inquiry forwarded by Cao Huachun.

We just arrived at the Handu Palace.

Jin Yiwei did not dare to neglect and immediately sent it to Zhu Youjian's desk.

Zhu Youjian smiled:

Wu Piaolin?

When I think of the governor of Bazhou, he clearly saw through his intentions, but he wisely offered money and food to him, hoping to form a good relationship with him...

Zhu Youjian couldn't help but chuckle.

"Haha, this guy is really smart!"

Zhu Youjian casually handed the letter to Wang Lian and asked him to take it for filing.

"Study ink!"

Zhu Youjian said to Qin Zhien.

Xiao Qinzi hurriedly poured a few drops of water into the inkstone, picked up the ink stick, and slowly turned it around in the inkstone.

After a while, the thick ink was polished.

Qin Zhien picked up the brush and dipped one-third of the tip on the ink. He scraped off the excess ink on the edge of the inkstone and handed it to Zhu Youjian:

"Your Majesty, please."

Zhu Youjian reached out to take it and wrote on the letterhead:

"Since we are destined to be together, I would like to come to Handu before.

Cao Daban told the other person:

I am not a king who does not care about old friendships. Handu Company has a place there. "

Zhu Youjian put down his writing brush and said to Qin Zhien:

"Send it out."

Qin Zhien agreed, picked up the rice paper, dried the ink carefully, folded it, put it in the letter, and then walked out of the hall slowly.

……

Wu Qing.

It was already the evening of the next day when Cao Huachun received the emperor's letter.

Looking at the vigorous and powerful handwriting on the paper, Cao Huachun stood up and looked solemnly to the southwest:

"Old slave Cao Huachun, please obey the imperial edict!"

After that, he clapped his hands.

Xie San hurried in.

"Master, are you calling me?"

"Go and call Wu Piaolin."

"Yes!

Go here, little one! "

Xie San left quickly.

Not long after, Wu Biaolin, who had been under house arrest in Wuqing for several days, came to Wuqing County Government again.

"Student Wu Piaolin, pay homage to the Governor!"

Wu Piaolin bowed down and said loudly.

"Raze it to the ground, so some common courtesy can be waived."

Cao Huachun waved his hand and pointed to the side seat:

"sit."

Wu Piaolin thanked him again and leaned on the Taishi chair with his butt half pulled up.

With Cao Huachun in front of him, how could he dare to sit down?

Cao Huachun glanced at Wu Piaolin and said with a smile:

"Raze it, you're staying here for only a few days, will Bazhou's official duties be squeezed?"

Wu Piaolin's heart trembled.

Eunuch Cao is not asking whether Bazhou will be squeezed by government affairs because of his departure...

But ask again - my ability to control Bazhou!

He is indeed a great person beside the emperor!

Wu Piaolin was shocked and hurriedly said truthfully:

"Duke Mingjian, students are quite prestigious in Bazhou.

This time I came here and even more manpower was reserved.

The Governor can rest assured that it will not affect the government affairs of Bazhou. "

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, what are they talking about?

Cao Huachun's question was cryptic, and Wu Piaolin's answer was cryptic.

He also used government affairs to answer Cao Huachun - he has completely controlled Bazhou and will not lose control of Bazhou because of his absence.

really!

After hearing what Wu Piaolin said, Cao Huachun laughed:

"good!

You are also a capable person.

I have another mission here. Do you dare to take it? "

The show is here!

Wu Piaolin's eyes lit up.

This must mean that Cao Huachun has received instructions from His Majesty the Emperor and wants to make new arrangements for himself!

He hastily said:

“The Governor is a clear warning: the Governor is in an enemy situation, but he can still be loyal to the country.

The Governor is a role model for students!

The Governor has orders, and students should obey them! "

This old fox implicitly expressed that he would obey Zhu Youjian's faction.

Cao Huachun smiled, pointed to the southwest, and said with a smile:

"Our family still has some property in the south, and we are in need of a shopkeeper. I wonder if we would be willing to deign to raze it all?"

really!

Wu Piaolin's eyes widened.

Sure enough!

He had already guessed it!

I must not be able to hang out in politics anymore.

As expected -

Although the emperor was not ashamed of himself as a domestic slave with three surnames, he did not beat him to death with a stick.

This is asking him to change his career to work in a Handu company!

Wu Piaolin couldn't help but want to look up to the sky and laugh.

Fortunately, I had anticipated it and formed a good relationship in advance.

Otherwise, if the emperor comes back again, even if he is not liquidated, he will become a commoner!