When passing by a pawn shop, Liangchen took two gold ornaments and exchanged them for a lot of silver coins and copper plates.

The jewelry that Xi Li gave him was not made by the palace silver bureau, which saved the good minister a lot of trouble, otherwise it would be difficult for him to explain it if he was checked.

After all, he is different from Xu Xianchun, although he is not in the stream, how can he also be a relative of the emperor, what is he? Master's Taoist friend?

Can the government listen to his explanation?

After changing the money, he had enough confidence in his pocket, and he had to get out of the cage, and no one chased him to cut the bird, and the mentality of the good minister became very correct.

So, he went to a ready-to-wear shop and bought a set of Confucian shirts worn by scholars.

It's white and clean, it looks like it's a brand of goods, and it's a lining made by a tailor in the countryside than Suning.

Looking back and forth in front of the bronze mirror, Liangchen always felt that something was missing, and he didn't know what was missing. After thinking about it, he took off the cloth shoes on his feet and asked the man to bring them to change into boots.

I am very satisfied with this change.

When I came out of the store, it was a real sight to behold.

I saw a young man with a slightly dark face, dressed in a Confucian shirt, wearing leather boots, carrying two catties of pork in his left hand, and two jars of soju in his right hand.

Pulling the wind is not an ordinary pulling wind.

Liangchen felt that if the second uncle saw his current appearance, he would definitely be proud of him.

He was really happy with his dress, and when he was tired of walking, he rested against the wall.

There are a lot of female dependents who come and go, and some of them are lovely, and the good ministers will always smile flatteringly at others, and there is a sentence written between their eyebrows - "Beauty, about it?" ”

I feel that this thing is owned by everyone, but people are self-aware, and they are a little fluttering.

He is now determined, although his old Wei family is eighteen generations of poor peasants, but from now on, he has to get rid of poverty and become well-off, and move towards the broad road.

Why, because he and today's master are Taoist friends!

When one person attains the Tao, the chicken and dog ascend to heaven.

Didn't you see it, did he get the second uncle into the East Palace!

What is a sense of accomplishment?

That's it!

“… Ah, we are entering that new era in high spirits... We are telling the story of spring..."

Humming a little song that others couldn't understand all the way, Liangchen was immersed in the yearning for a better future, ignoring the surprised gazes of passers-by.

Wearing a Confucian shirt and boots, in fact, in the eyes of others, it is downright nondescript.

Clothes, that's not how they match.

Liangchen is the "killing Matt" of the Ming Dynasty at all, but he doesn't know it.

However, according to his virtue, even if he knows, he will not have a sense of shame, but will think that he is leading the trend of the times.

I don't know what day it is, but from a distance, Liangchen saw a lot of people around him, and there seemed to be something lively to see.

What are the rare things to see at the feet of the Son of Heaven?

The strange things in the world, who of you knows more than me?

Liangchen smiled proudly, glanced at a group of happily melon-eating crowds with contempt, and then shouted for Jean to squeeze into the crowd.

It is a fool not to take advantage of it, and it is an idiot not to look at it.

However, Liangchen couldn't squeeze in front, because there were still many people blocking in front, and a few of them were very tall and big, and there were two shirtless people, and at first glance they were characters on the ground in the capital.

One of the guys was a little annoyed by the good minister, turned his head and glared at him fiercely, with four big words written on his face - "Looking for a fight!" ”

This kind of ruffian and hooligan is the existence that Liangchen hates the most!

Throughout the ages, such characters have also been the stepping stones for the protagonists of thousands of novel authors, and the existence of eight-rate dragon sets.

Liangchen absolutely could not tolerate himself retreating in front of such a person.

It's just that considering that they are born from the same root, why are they too anxious to fry each other, and the good ministers are too lazy to care about them.

The real reason is that he has a clear understanding of his little fist.

Harmonious society, what kind of system is noisy and scolding.

From the fierce gaze of the big man, Liangchen obediently squeezed to the corner of the wall on the side, put the wine jar and meat away, bent down and moved a few bricks to stack them, and then stepped on them.

No matter how great the difficulty is, it must be overcome.

It's a lively thing, and there's no store in this village if you miss it.

It's best to catch the junior with the original match, tear it to a mess, and reveal a few points or something...

Before he saw the excitement, Liangchen had already thought about it, covering his nose with one hand, while preparing to mumble to himself: "Excited... It's exciting. ”

Unexpectedly, there was no excitement in front of him, and the onlookers were watching a few people eating tea in the tea shop.

It's a man, not a woman.

What's so nice about a few big men drinking tea?

Liangchen was greatly disappointed and expressed great disdain for the quality of the people in Beijing to see the excitement.

Delay the master for such a while!

Liangchen was about to get off the brick, but his eyes suddenly fixed on the tea shop.

To be precise, his gaze fell on a man's head.

Fierce light, reborn for so many days, Wei Liangchen's eyes appeared for the first time in the legendary fierce light.

What is Fierce Light?

It's the eyes that eat people.

Accompanied by the fierce light was the rapid breathing of the good minister.

He saw it, he didn't expect that he would see it here, the money rattail that was called the "New Dynasty Yazheng" by the shameless people of later generations!

Sitting in the tea shop are a group of Manchurians who were called Tatars more than ten years later, and now, their name is Jiannu, which is derived from the word Jianzhou Jurchen.

Kennu's distinctive hairstyle is the root of this hilarity.

Hundreds of people in Beijing who eat melons curiously gathered around the tea shop, pointing at the Jiannu who was eating tea, and those who knew a little bit about it took the opportunity to show off their knowledge there, so as to gain the admiration of the people around them.

In the tea shop, more than a dozen Jiannu were unmoved by the outside world, they were buried in eating snacks, and they were like hungry ghosts who had never eaten, gobbling them up.

Why did the Tartars appear in the capital now?

The fierce light of the good minister faded little by little, and his mind was full of confusion.

It is now the thirty-seventh year of Wanli, and as far as he knows, the old slave is still integrating the Jurchen tribe in Baishan and Heishui, so why did he send people to the capital?

Glimpsing a middle-aged man in front of him talking to the people around him about the origin of these Jiannu, Liangchen squeezed over with great effort, and suddenly realized after listening to a few words.

It turns out that the old slave is still a courtier of the Ming Dynasty, and according to the rules, he has to send people to Beijing every year to pay tribute. In the tea shop, these Jiannu are the members of the Jianzhou Jurchen who went to Beijing to pay tribute.

"See? If it weren't for Li Dashuai, how could these barbarians surrender to our Daming so obediently? After so many years of calm outside the gates, Li Dashuai has made great contributions. ”

"Yes, Li Dashuai is the pillar of our Ming Dynasty, without him, Meng Jiannu doesn't know how to make trouble."

“……”

Liangchen listened to a few words quietly, Li Dashuai was talking about Li Chengliang, the commander of Liaodong, and after all, this Li Dashuai is afraid that he will be seventy or eighty this year, and he will not live long. As soon as Li Chengliang died, the old slave Hachi dared to openly rebel.

I hope that Li Chengliang can live a few more years and give Daming a little more time.

Liangchen frowned, give Da Ming a little more time, why not give him Wei Xiaoqiansui a little more time.

Since Jiannu had not yet rebelled, it was impossible for Liangchen to clash with these tributary Jiannu, so he wanted to leave and go to the second uncle.

The matter of Jiannu is of course important, and the matter of the second uncle is equally important.

I was about to turn around, but I heard a Jiannu in the tea shop shouting in a very familiar Chinese dialect: "Amin, have you eaten enough?" When we are full, we will go to Amma. ”