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Chapter 73 Listening to Fatty Telling Stories (Part 2)

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    "General Murima, the humble position can guarantee." Fatty Lu said to Murima very seriously: "If the general listens to the story told by the humble position, he will definitely be inspired."

    "Mulima, this is the only chance that the Lord has given you Guerjia brothers." After speaking earnestly, Fatty Lu said more seriously in his heart: "I was afraid that I would completely change the course of history, and even make Wu Sangui unable to rebel.  I'm even more afraid that leaving Ao Bai, an experienced veteran who is difficult to deal with on the battlefield, I don't want to get involved in this matter, but seeing that I have misunderstood your Ao family brothers for so many years, I will give you a chance.  Given this opportunity, whether you can seize it or not depends on you.¡±

    "Tell me a story, surely it will inspire you?" It's also the brothers of the Ao family who are blessed to the heart. They are known for their roughness and irascibility. First, because there is nothing to do at this meeting, and second, seeing Fatty Lu's serious expression, she made a strange mistake.  He agreed: "Well, anyway, I have nothing else to do at this meeting. I know there is a teahouse near here, which is specially used for officials entering the palace to rest and wait. Let's go sit and listen to your stories while hiding from the snow."

    Fatty Lu nodded, and then Murima led the way, leading Fatty Lu to a small alley between Meridian Gate and Qianmen. There was indeed a teahouse in the alley. Murima asked the boss to prepare a private room and brought a charcoal basin.  He ordered another pot of good tea and some snacks, sat down face to face with Fatty Lu, and then said with a smile: "Master Lu, tell me quickly, the general is all ears, and I will go to the palace gate to pick up my elder brother for a while."

    "General Murima, can you let your people occupy the two rooms next door?" Fatty Lu said cautiously: "Also, please arrange the most reliable people to guard the door and the window of this room."

    "Lord Lu, what's the story? Is it necessary to do this?" No matter how careless Murima was, she could tell that something was wrong, and asked Fatty Lu in surprise.  Fatty Lu didn't answer, but his expression became more serious.  Murima stared at Fatty Lu for a while, and finally couldn't hold back her curiosity. She got up and went out to arrange for her confidants to guard the front, back, left, and right sides of the room. Even the beams of the room were manned to prevent people from being stolen.  It was possible to listen, and then he returned to the room and said, "Okay, Mr. Lu, everything is arranged according to what you said, can we talk now?"

    "Don't blame General Murima." Fatty Lu cupped his hands, "But after hearing this story, General Murima, you will definitely understand the difficulties of being humble."

    "Come on, you're killing me." Murima, whose appetite was completely whetted, urged, and filled a cup of tea for Fatty Lu and himself.

    "Thank you, General." Fatty Lu thanked him, took the hot teacup, held the hot teacup and said slowly: "General Murima, I want to tell this story.  There is a story that happened in a western country. In that country called Daman, there was a young king and a meritorious veteran minister. The young king ascended the throne at the age of eight, and was assisted by four veteran ministers. Later, the four veteran ministers died.  Two, and there is an old official who is old and sick and doesn't care about things, and all the important affairs of the Daman court are decided by the last old official."

    "In the end, this old minister seems to be surnamed Gua. I can't remember the specific title. I only know that he has made great contributions. He has made countless contributions to the little king's family. He is the number one warrior in Daman¡ªthat's fine.  Like the first Baturu."

    Fatty Lu's words were not very cryptic, and even a bit explicit. Of course Murima understood who Fatty Lu was really talking about. Murima held her breath and listened patiently.  Fatty Lu continued on his own: "Six years after he ascended the throne, the 14-year-old little king married the queen and became involved in politics. At this time, the old minister surnamed Gua and the little emperor had conflicts.  The old minister surnamed Gua killed several treacherous ministers whom the little king liked. The little king was very angry and felt that the old minister surnamed Gua had too much power, so he wanted to take back the power of the veteran minister and kill the whole family of the veteran minister surnamed Gua¡ª  ¡ªOf course it also includes this old minister¡¯s brother.¡±

    "The little king even wants to kill the old minister's brother?" Murima raised her eyebrows,

    "Of course." Fatty Lu nodded, and said: "The old minister surnamed Gua is too powerful. Most of the important officials of the Daman court are his people, and his brothers are very good at fighting. There are countless old troops in the army.  If the little king wants to kill the old minister surnamed Gua, but doesn¡¯t kill his own brother, what if his own brother leads troops to rebel?¡±

    "Are you sure that the little king will kill the old minister surnamed Gua?" Murima asked nervously: "The veteran surnamed Gua has made so many contributions and is so loyal to the little king's father. The little king wants to kill him too?"

    "The rabbit is dead and the dog is cooking, and the bird is dead and the bow is hidden. It is the same in ancient and modern China and abroad." Fatty Lu said unhurriedly: "But I just heard this story by accident, and I don't know if it is true.  Mary??But I don¡¯t know why, only a short break in the middle, Ao Zhongtang, who had always been very tough before, suddenly changed his position, and brought many cronies to support us in Yunnan and Guizhou to increase the salary, so as to prevent the resurgence of the Shuixi chieftain, and to wipe out  The remnants of the pre-Ming Dynasty on the border of Yunnan.  "

    "Ao Zhongtang suddenly changed his position, why?" Fatty Lu was very surprised.

    "How do I know?" Wu Yingxiong gave Fatty Lu a white look, and said again: "In short, Ao Zhongtang suddenly became very firm in his support for increasing wages in Yunnan and Guizhou.  He also asked his confidant, Minister of the Household Department, Marseille, to figure out the necessary military expenses for our Yunnan-Guizhou¡ªdamn, I really don¡¯t know how that old Marseille figured out, it was 10% higher than our estimated necessary expenses  A lot! In the end, Ao Zhongtang decided to give us 3.6 million taels in Yunnan and Guizhou!"

    "Seeing this, I was frightened, so I took the initiative to give in and agreed to the emperor's price of 3.4 million taels." Wu Yingxiong smiled wryly, and said, "In this way, Kong Sizhen, who has already taken the initiative to ask the order to disarm the army and cut the salary,  It was a big misfortune, I couldn¡¯t keep my words back, and the court tried to find a balance, cut off 450,000 taels of military pay, and had to lay off 4,000 troops.¡±

    "Haha, it's fun, it's fun!" Fatty Lu slapped his thigh quietly, screaming in his heart - this time when Kong Sizhen returned to Guangxi, the gang of old Qiuba in Guangxi might have the desire to fuck her to death.

    "Let's go back and talk about it in detail. This is not the place." Wu Yingxiong waved his hand and said, "Anyway, I really want to thank Ao Zhongtang for his help this time. Let's go back and discuss how to thank him."

    "Of course." Fatty Lu agreed, and was about to help Wu Yingxiong into the sedan chair, when Oboi's hearty laughter came from behind him, "Nephew Yingxiong, Mr. Sanhao, are you going back so soon? Why don't you go to my husband's house?  "

    "Greetings to Ao Zhongtang." Wu Yingxiong and Lu Fatty didn't dare to neglect, they quickly turned around to salute, but saw Ao Bai leading a large group of henchmen and running dogs with a smile on his face, and Ao Bai's younger brother Murima was also following him.

    "You're welcome, you're welcome." Smiling, Oboi helped Wu Yingxiong and Lu Fatty up one by one, and said to Wu Yingxiong with a smile: "Nephew Yingxiong, this year I gave your father an additional 400,000 taels of military pay, is that enough? If not enough  Just open your mouth, I will find a way for you, now that the Central Plains has basically settled down, the national treasury and the internal treasury can be relaxed, your father's side is hard, you should add more."

    "Should be enough." Wu Yingxiong was frightened by Aobai's previous arrogance and embarrassment, and hurriedly cupped his hands, and said vaguely: "Ao Shaobao's love for our Yungui soldiers and people will never be forgotten by the Pingxi Palace, and today my nephew has not done it."  Get ready, wait for my little nephew to prepare a small gift tomorrow, and then go to the mansion to pay New Year greetings to Mr. Zhongtang."

    "Success, then it's settled. I'll hold a banquet at home tomorrow." Obai clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Yifeng will also come at that time. I also want to hear Yifeng's story."

    "Tell a story? What do you mean?" Wu Yingxiong was taken aback.

    "No way? It turns out that old man Ao suddenly changed his position because of this." Fatty Lu probably guessed something, and smiled bitterly in his heart: "I didn't expect that little story to be sold for so much money. This time, I have to rack my brains to make it up again."  The story explains." (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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