There will be a market in the city that specializes in trading robberies. The armed forces in the naturalized city can gather to support and protect, and the naturalized city can provide shelter to merchants.

If you hand over the three costs, you will get plunders for free in exchange for these very real conditions. No matter where the merchants come from, whether they are Han or foreigners, even if they are merchants, even if they are planning to make profits and loses, everyone will be satisfied with such conditions.

The atmosphere that was a little neglected just now became lively again. The shopkeepers of Sanjiang Trading Company and Jinhe, Yongsheng and other businesses were forced to come forward and kowtow to toast. Wang Tong took a small sip.

Although I took a small sip, it was a great gift for my face. The officials and businessmen in the city all came forward to toast. Wang Tong responded with kindness and drank some signs.

The powerful figure was so powerful that everyone in the city was excited to drink with him. The Han merchants were quite sensible. The wealthy chiefs who were not Han people were killed just by a big bowl.

The atmosphere became more and more noisy. Wang Tong chatted with Meng Feng and others on the top of the head. The people below were also excited. Meng Feng frowned and looked at the noise below and explained in a low voice: "As soon as I came here, I wondered why these Tartars could drink so much. Everyone was desperate. It has been half a year, and no less than five people died of drinking. Later, after asking, I found out that the ones these people could drink on weekdays were horse milk wine, which was very sour. In the past, only people like Khan Taiji could meet the sour wine in our Ming Dynasty, but now they can drink it so easily. Everyone is desperate."

Wang Tong was also a little dizzy and said with a smile: "Eunuch Meng, such sour wine can be sold to them at a cheap price, but the food is high, the legal system must be strict, and the Han people should be treated with preferential treatment, and strictness should be given to foreigners but not too biased."

Meng Feng was a little confused. Tan Jiang smiled and explained in a low voice: "Drinking alcohol hurts the body and the spirit. If you drink too much, you cannot ride a horse or swing a knife, so you cannot harm it. However, food is the basis for whether they can survive, so it must be strictly controlled."

Meng Feng understood and laughed, but then said with some confusion: "Marty, when he came, someone instructed him that there were all ethnic groups here, and many tribes were newly supported, and they should be comforted, showing the kindness of the Ming Dynasty. The Han people here are all illegal people who fled from the Ming Dynasty. They need to be suppressed with power, so that everything will be smoothed out."

"absurd!!"

After Meng Feng finished speaking, Wang Tong was already drunk, and his emotions were not so easy to control and scolded him. He threw the silver bowl of his hand on the carpet. Fortunately, he still knew how to control the sound, and only a few shopkeepers nearby heard it, but they were all their own people. Tan Jiang waved his hand to them and told them not to pay attention.

"Meng Feng, this marquis will give an example. If most of the Tartars come to attack the city, will the Han people in the city be reliable or these foreign tribes be reliable. You must know what you rely on, how can you do such a bastard that puts the cart before the horse!"

Wang Tong has always been very polite with Meng Feng. Meng Feng called himself "small". He still called Eunuch Meng, but now he is completely condescending. Meng Feng's face is flushed and frightened, and he is embarrassed. General Tan coughed and stepped forward and whispered: "Master, many Han people in the city are interested in Tartars, but many of the tribes in the city have deep blood hatred with Altan's tribe, so it is these foreign tribes who are really reliable."

Wang Tong shook his head calmly, and said, "So you have to do it, and you must constantly send people out to plunder and destroy those tribes on the grassland, so that the people in Guihua City are covered with blood on the grassland, so that they have no other support except relying on the Ming Dynasty, so that they will naturally have the same heart as you!"

Meng Feng sat in a prestigious position, and Wang Tong continued to say there: "The same is true for other ethnic groups in the city. If you want to reassure us, you will go to kill and set fire first, and submit a letter of fame, so that their children will be with the children of the Han people, wear Han clothes, learn from the Chinese people's words, and fight for us in the army. This is how you can be reassured."

Meng Feng fell into deep thought there. Wang Tong reached out and patted Meng Feng on the shoulder and said, "Don't learn the benevolence, righteousness and morality mentioned by those scholars. When you are in Guihua City, what you need is to manage this place well and suppress everything. In the future, you will hand over food and goods every year, so that the army can use this place as a base to fight in the east and west. If these are done well, it will be your credit, and you will go to the Lijian Supervisor and the Imperial Horse Supervisor to be a eunuch. This is your origin!!"

Everything is empty, but at this point, Meng Feng's eyes showed a fiery look. For a eunuch, the ultimate goal of life is to enter the Silijian and the Imperial Horse Supervisor as eunuchs, which is their peak.

Meng Feng nodded vigorously and said, "Thank you for your teachings, I remember the little one in my heart."

"Since our Ming Dynasty, the world of Daming has been shrinking inward, and the northern land and Hetao have retreated everywhere. We can only be on the defensive to the Tartars and foreign tribes. Now that we have occupied this piece of territory in the hands of the Tartars, you must defend it well. Benevolence, righteousness and morality are empty talks of scholars. Without swords and guns, people, and land, everything is fake."

Wang Tong was indeed drunk too much, and his hand was always patting Meng Feng's shoulder. Meng Feng heard what he said. However, he was also embarrassed by Wang Tong's posture and looked at him and smiled bitterly.

Originally, Wang Tong threw the bowl, and although the rest of the room continued, those who were interested were secretly watching the scene on Wang Tong. When they saw Wang Tong being so drunk, they looked crazy. Instead, everyone felt that it was so close that it was even more lively below.

The big shopkeepers here in Sanjiang Trading Company, as well as Yongsheng, Jinhe and other big shopkeepers, are familiar with Guihua City. Some people have drunk too much and complained half-truely. They all know that these businesses have a relationship with Wang Tong. They say these words to complain to see if they can be passed on to Wang Tong.

"The boys worked hard and the marquis lost all their achievements in just one word, really."

After saying this, the shopkeeper of Sanjiang Trading Company was interrupted unceremoniously and said coldly: "The Marquis asked you to work for a year in vain. It is a great kindness, don't be dissatisfied!"

One sentence blocked other people's words. Although I drank too much, I gradually came back to the taste. This is indeed the truth. If Wang Tong set up a 30% private tax card from the beginning, everyone could only recognize it. Now that he has given so much time, it is enough kindness.

This sentence slowly spread, and the unwillingness of the people dissatisfaction and began to drink. Some people even drank too much, sang loudly on the blanket, and burst into laughter.

At this time, firecrackers were heard outside, and someone shouted outside. The maids approached the hall with dumplings in silver plates. The 12th year of Wanli was over and the 13th year of Wanli arrived.

………………… The city of Guihua is bitter and cold, and the capital in the first lunar month is not warm. The prince given birth to Concubine Zheng has passed the full moon, and he is planning to be the 100th day, which is the end of the first lunar month.

According to the judgment of this era, after a hundred days, the baby can think that it is very likely to survive, especially in the palace, where the care is good, the diet and medical care are top-notch, so it is naturally more secure.

It was the first month again and the prince was born. Emperor Wanli wanted to create an atmosphere of celebration. In fact, the capital was indeed very lively because each theater was performed in turn.

And unlike before, some theaters are now performing filial piety or ability, and some theaters are acting, and after the order of the seniority and the junior is disordered, there will be various disasters.

There is a shoddy show. After two days of acting, no audiences will support it. But they are still there. The reason is not based on box office. Some people pay behind the scenes. However, people are really good at thinking. Whether it is not important for the age or the age is important, there are quite good performances. Some people have written good songs and good sings. The capital really has several famous actors because of this trend.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, all the yamen gradually returned to normal, but the slack brought by the New Year Festival is still there, and all the yamen are paying off early, and friends go to restaurants that open early or whose family gather.

There are many rich people in Dongcheng. Officials who can buy houses in Dongcheng are generally weak in real power or are in high positions, but Wu Zuolai, the Imperial College Supervisor, is an exception.

The Qingshui Yamen, who is not as bad as the Imperial College, has no oil or water except for some gifts from the New Year students. The Siye is just a sixth-rank position. Dai Lu can only feed himself and support his family. How could he run a house here?

As a result, Wu Zuolai not only bought a three-entry house here, but also married several concubines and many servants. It is said that there is a village outside the city and a store in Tianjin. This greatly subverts everyone's common sense.

But if you look closely, you will know who it is. Wu Siye is now a disciple of Yang Wei, the Minister of Personnel. Since Zhang Siwei died of illness, the original Zhang Siwei party in the capital has been dispersed and is in a state of no leader. Whoever has real power and who has higher official positions will naturally be the leader.

Compared to power, who is not as good as Yang Wei, the Minister of Personnel who is in charge of a great power, naturally, his personal disciple Wu Zuolai also has a rise in his current status and has a different status.

On the 18th day of the first lunar month of the 13th year of Wanli, there were carriages and horses parked in front of Wu Zuolai's door, saying that Wu Siye was having a banquet in the same year, and this should be a gathering of rumors.

Five people sat around the round table in the living room, all wearing long scholar gowns. Wu Zuolai is 35 years old and has a very neat decoration. She sat on her head and sighed: "I remember having a banquet with Li Zhi that day. He was so energetic, but he didn't expect that he was in prison today. Good fortune is really..."

"I have made so much money and slept with other girls. I deserve this kind of scum!"

A man next to him said hatefully. This man's long gown looked worn out compared to the other people, and his face was full of resentment. Wu Zuolai exchanged glances with the others, but was not angry. Wu Zuolai smiled and said, "Brother Yao is so strong that I admire you!"
Chapter completed!