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, not spoken out; they can be understood, not told through, and they can be kept in mind."

"Ah..." Fang Jifan looked aggrieved and honest... Could it be that he was wrong?

Soon, the food was brought up. Although the Tatars also used iron pots to stir-fry, they had to be said to be very distinctive. The cooking was a fine job, but they were still rough.

The meat is cut a bit large, not only is it wastes ingredients, but it is not tasty. I put more salt and eat it...

Emperor Hongzhi ate with a smile. Although it was as good as chewing wax, he was very conscious of a guest.

Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao had to keep smiling.

This made Zhu Dachang laugh happily: "If you eat more, eat more."

"Oh." Zhu Houzhao shook her head: "Can you not eat it if it's not delicious?"

Zhu Dachang thought he was joking: "The rules of our Tatars: If the guests come, they don't drink enough wine and eat enough meat, the host will not treat the guests well and will definitely not let the guests get out of this tent."

Zhu Houzhao hurriedly lowered her head, said it was delicious, and continued to hold the huge meat and bit it in one bite.

Fang Jifan was holding meat and kept stuffing it into Wang Shouren's bowl: "Boan, when you are growing, you should have more meat. Among all the disciples, you are not young, but you are too short and thin. My master feels sorry for you, come and eat."

Wang Shouren was taciturn and said nothing, and ate the meat.

After the meal, everyone sat down and Emperor Hongzhi stood up: "I have bought all your cattle and sheep, and I will live a good life in the future. You are right. What are the Tatars and Han people, you have to eat grains. It's just that... you just want to live a good life. You will live a good life. As long as you are willing to make efforts, raise more cattle and sheep."

Zhu Dachang scratched his head. He felt that the old man was talking sourly. You come to buy cattle and sheep, and I sell cattle and sheep, why do you speak so linger?

He laughed dryly: "Yes."

Emperor Hongzhi then pointed at the two statues of the gods in the shrine: "Have you seen these two gods?"

Zhu Dachang shook his head: "I have never seen such a god, which is not something that ordinary people can easily see."

Emperor Hongzhi smiled: "Yes, gods are not easily seen. I heard that in other places, gods descend from the sky to bless mortals, or take mortals to escape from the sea of ​​suffering. But... in the Ming Dynasty, or here, gods are not like this. Here, gods were originally just physical mortals, but achieved great achievements, and were remembered and believed by others. In the end, people carried such people into the temple, either to become literary saints, martial saints, or to become gods. From what I see, the gods in the former are illusory, but they are just bragging and controlling people's hearts. The gods in the latter are what people want..."

Emperor Hongzhi glanced at Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but interrupt and said, "It's just too ugly. He can be handsome."

After hearing this, Zhu Dachang seemed unhappy: "This is the way the gods are. Why are they 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 speechless.

Emperor Hongzhi is about to leave.

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

But a Tatar man opened the curtain and came in, and said a few words to Zhu Dachang.

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

His sudden action made Wang Shouren alert.

But then, Zhu Dachang turned around and glanced at Emperor Hongzhi: "I have something important to do, I want to leave first, I can't treat you with all my heart, I will die." As he said that, he followed the Tatars and left.

Emperor Hongzhi frowned and couldn't help but say, "What are they going to do, come and ask clearly."

Zhu Houzhao said on the side, "No need to ask, Father, sons understand Tatar words. What they said was that a group of Jurchen thieves from Liaodong came to plunder merchants' goods again, and they were going to chase them."

"Jurchen..." Emperor Hongzhi remembered something.

A few days ago, the factory guards did report that with the support 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 and the Tatar tribe put down their swords and chose to simply grazed and mine excavated, which led to a group of Jurchens in Liaodong who were salivating.

As a result, many people from Haixi Jurchens, Haidong Jurchens and Jianzhou Jurchens migrated here to make a living by looting caravans.

Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Go out and take a look."

After leaving the tent, he heard the sound of the horns coming out, and many Tatars and some Han people who lived there for a long time were filled with righteous indignation.

Obviously, many people hated these Jurchens extremely, and they searched for their own horses, with bows and arrows. The quiver pots around their waists were filled with arrows, and the pegasus raised dust. Dozens of people rushed towards the depths of the desert in a team of roaring.

In the entire settlement, people and horses were neighing, and some Han officials beat the gang and shouted: "Wuji caravan, just as they were attacked, killed two people forty miles north. The government ordered a reward to be wanted. If these thieves were taken down, the government would have a reward."

In the gathering ground, in a moment, dust was flying. Emperor Hongzhi saw Zhu Dachang. He had already turned over to the horse. His son was so happy that he held a pot of bow and arrow for him as if he was in the New Year. Zhu Dachang rode on the horse, leaned over and touched his son's head, and chatted a few words, as if he was asking him to get out. The child jumped back to the tent and rushed into his mother's arms. Zhu Dachang had already let go of the reins and galloped away.

Emperor Hongzhi's face was covered in dust and he started to cough.

Zhu Houzhao was also excited to follow him, but looking at his father, he looked trembling and stood obediently.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "It was Wuji Trading Company that robbed them. Why did these Tatars be indignant?"

Fang Jifan thought for a while: "After people get along for a long time, they will feel empathy. Wu Ji Trading Company thinks that they must come here to trade frequently. For the Tatars, the Trading Company purchases a large amount of their goods and is their benefactor. Besides, don't the government still offer rewards?"

Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "In my opinion, these Tatars have become the same as my Ming Dynasty."

Liu Jian said, "Your Majesty, it's not too early, should you go back to Datong?"

"Wait a minute." Emperor Hongzhi looked worried: "I want to wait for Zhu Dachang to come back. If he leaves like this, he may encounter danger. After all, I have eaten his meal and received his hospitality."

As he said, wait here.

When Zhu Dachang's wife saw that Emperor Hongzhi and others had not left, she invited them to sit in the tent.

After waiting for more than three hours, the sky was already full of rays of light and the sun was dim. In the distance, there was a sound of horse hooves. The sound of horse hooves came from afar, but a hundred men riding horses returned with a horse.

They all looked tired, and seven or eight people with money braids on their backs were tied up like rice dumplings and tied to the horse's back.

Zhu Dachang was actually among the crowd.

Many people gathered around and cheered.

A Han man got off the horse and his face was flushed: "I'm so lucky. These damn horse thieves are reluctant to leave their goods and are caught up by us. Damn..."

As he said that, he dragged one of the people with money to his horse.

Zhu Dachang also seemed extremely happy. He took out the dagger and said grimly: "I hate thieves the most. We Tatars are like Han people. We wash our hands with golden basins, but you still come to loot. If we encounter our thief ancestors, you are unlucky."

The horse thief was already bruised and swollen. He said something that no one could understand and was dragged to the open space. He seemed to be yelling and scolding something.

The onlookers gritted their teeth, and Emperor Hongzhi and others looked at the appearance of the horse thief.

Zhu Dachang stepped on him to the ground and pulled his braid up, forcing him to tilt his neck. He said that at that time, the dagger in Zhu Dachang's hand had already passed by a silver light in the sunset, and the blade of the dagger slashed under the neck of the Jurchen horse thief.

Emperor Hongzhi's face turned blue, and he didn't warn that violence came so quickly.

The horse thief thrust, as if he had twitched, and then a blood line suddenly appeared on his neck. Blood gradually oozed out of the blood line, but the next moment, the gushing blood immediately tore through the knife edge, spraying it out like a disheveled head. The horse thief was still holding his braid and tilted his head, and wailed uh ah ah ah from his mouth. Finally, the blood fell down like a waterfall, soaking the earth, and his whole person... and in a flash, he no longer breathed.

Zhu Dachang threw him to the ground, his flesh trembled.

Seeing this, other young masters were dragged out by someone, but started to wail, as if begging for mercy.

However, at this time, someone came out, but the government officials came and shouted: "Leave a few living mouths, and you have to ask about the whereabouts of other party members. Who caught them? Oh, one died here. I agreed in advance that if the dead ones are dead, the bounty will be reduced by half... Come, clean up..."

It seems... the people here are used to this, and the horse thieves were taken away by officials.

Zhu Dachang returned to the tent, wiped the blood with a rag, grinning, revealing his blackened teeth: "The distinguished guest has not left yet. It's so great that he was negligent just now. Come on, let's drink, today I'm lucky and took a horse thief with my own hands. These horse thieves have been very rampant recently. If you don't give them a little color, who will dare to come out of seclusion and trade in the future? This is to cut off our Tatars' life. In the future, I will pay back a mortgage. It's not enough to lose a penny every month. Humph, I won't kill them, I'll drink the northwest wind? I used to be full and hungry days, and I don't want to go back."

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Chapter completed!