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Chapter 1148 Murder and heart-breaking

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    Emperor Hongzhi laughed and glanced at Fang Jifan.

    This guy

    But he just smacked his lips and said with a straight face: "Some things can be seen through but not revealed; they can be understood but not expressed in words. Watch your mouth."

    "Ah" Fang Jifan looked aggrieved, honestcould he be wrong?

    Soon, the food was served. Although the Tatars also use iron pots to cook, they have to say that they are still very unique. Cooking is a delicate job, but they are still rough.

    This meat is cut a bit too big, which not only wastes ingredients, but also tastes bad. There is too much salt, and when you eat it

    Emperor Hongzhi ate with a smile on his face. Although the food was tasteless, he was very conscious of being a guest.

    Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao had no choice but to keep smiling.

    This made Zhu Dachang laugh heartily: "If it tastes good, eat more."

    "Oh." Zhu Houzhao shook his head: "If it doesn't taste good, can you not eat it?"

    Zhu Dachang thought he was joking: "The rules of our Tatar people are that if a guest comes and does not drink enough wine or eat enough meat, it means that the host has not treated the guest well, and the guest will not be allowed to leave the tent."

    Zhu Houzhao hurriedly lowered his head, said it was delicious, continued to hold the huge piece of meat, and took a bite.

    Fang Jifan held meat between his hands and kept stuffing it into Wang Shouren's bowl: "Bo'an, when you are growing, you need more meat. Among the disciples, you are not young, but you are too short.  You're so thin, I feel sorry for you, come on, eat."

    Wang Shouren was taciturn, but he ate the meat without saying anything.

    After dinner, everyone sat down, and Emperor Hongzhi stood up: "I have bought all your cattle and sheep. From now on live a good life. You are right, no matter what Tatars or Hans, they will be the same."  Eating grains is nothing more than just wanting to live a good life. You will live a good life, as long as you are willing to work hard and raise more cattle and sheep."

    Zhu Dachang scratched his head. He felt that this old man spoke sourly. You come to buy cattle and sheep, and I sell cattle and sheep. Why do you talk so roundly?

    He laughed dryly: "Yes."

    Emperor Hongzhi immediately pointed to the two statues in the shrine: "Have you seen these two gods?"

    Zhu Dachang shook his head: "I have never seen it before. Such a god is not something that mortals can easily see."

    Emperor Hongzhi smiled: "Yes, gods are not easy to see. I heard that in other places, gods descend from the sky to bless mortals, or lead mortals out of the sea of ??suffering. But in the Ming Dynasty  , or maybe the gods here are not like this. Here, the gods were just mortal bodies in the beginning, but they achieved great achievements and were remembered and believed by people. In the end, people will regard such people as  Carrying him into the temple, he may become a literary sage, a martial sage, or a god. According to my opinion, the gods of the former are illusory and illusory, and they are just bragging to control people's hearts. But the gods of the latter are what people think.  Towards¡­¡­"

    Emperor Hongzhi glanced at Zhu Houzhao.

    Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but interjected: "It's just too ugly. He can be more handsome."

    Zhu Dachang looked unhappy after hearing this: "Gods are like this, why should they be handsome? What's the use of being handsome? You Han people know these useless things."

    Seeing that Zhu Dachang was annoyed, Zhu Houzhao shrugged and was speechless.

    Emperor Hongzhi is about to leave.

    But at this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside.

    But it was a Tatar who opened the curtain and came in, chirping a few words to Zhu Dachang.

    After Zhu Dachang heard this, he became excited and responded in Tatar. Then he went to the edge of the tent and took down a pair of bows and arrows.

    His sudden action made Wang Shouren on guard.

    But then, Zhu Dachang turned around and glanced at Emperor Hongzhi: "I have something important to do and I have to leave first. If I can't entertain him wholeheartedly, I'll die." After saying that, he followed the Tatar and left.

    Emperor Hongzhi frowned and couldn't help but said: "What are they going to do? Come and ask."

    Zhu Houzhao said from the side: "No need to ask, father, I understand Tatar. What they are saying is that a group of Jurchen thieves from Liaodong came to plunder the merchants' goods again, and they are going to hunt them down."  ."

    "Jurchens" Emperor Hongzhi thought of something.

    A few days ago, the factory guard indeed reported that with the arrival of a large number of Tatars, they began to trade with the Ming Dynasty in the Jiubian area, coupled with the connection of trade routes.If you are still alive, you have to ask about the whereabouts of other comrades and who captured them. Ah, one of them died here. We agreed in advance that the reward for the dead person will be halved Come, clean up"

    "It seems the people here are accustomed to this. Those horse thieves were taken away directly by the officials.

    Zhu Dachang returned to the tent, wiped the blood with a rag, and grinned, showing his blackened teeth: "The distinguished guest hasn't left yet. It's great. I was so neglectful just now. Come, let's drink. I'm lucky today. I'll do it with my own hands."  We caught a horse thief. These horse thieves have been very rampant recently. If we don't show them any color, who will dare to come out to trade in the future? This will cut off the livelihood of us Tatars. In the future, I will have to pay off the mortgage.  Well, it doesn¡¯t matter if I lose a penny every month. Humph, if I don¡¯t kill them, will I drink the northwest wind? I don¡¯t want to go back to the days when I was full and hungry.¡±

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