No wonder Liu Ru was disappointed, this country's university scholar faced political opponents and opponents, and the complaint was actually filed with the monarch of another country! This secret letter came to Mao Jue's hands, and he was quite speechless when he read it, the literary accomplishment of the letter was high enough, and he quoted scriptures throughout the text, and he was afraid that Mao Jue would not understand it and added attention, but this tone was like a little lady being bullied and complaining to a man.

A large handful of white-bearded bad old man Qian Qianyi appeared in his mind, his face was crimson, and he had a small hand between his inner thighs, and the standard Monroe bent over and pouted his buttocks, and it was disgusting Mao Jue who retched for a while.

But this thing is really interesting, Zhang Pu learned to distribute the newspaper by himself! The fat ones are going to go to war with themselves? Throwing Qian Qianyi's letter into the brazier casually, after thinking for a while, the corners of Mao Jue's mouth couldn't help but smile, and he pulled the bell casually.

Another red-haired and blue-eyed girl came in, but it wasn't Adriana anymore, and it was also because Mao Jue didn't plan to crown the prince as the king, and this foreign girl actually lost her temper and made a strike, taking the little prince and the little prince Henry. Peter. Romeo. Wallenstein. Mao Lai didn't come back in Penglai, and he was used to having a foreign secretary, so the foreign slave Serita who had just entered the mansion finally came in handy.

Of course, her rights are so small that they can almost be ignored than Adriana, and she can help Mao Jue get a document and send it to various mailrooms.

But according to Adlena, this girl is really undertrained, this hair Jue small Kai brush, not waiting for the package, the Spanish chick's curious little brain has come over.

"God! That squire leader is already on a crusade against you! Challenging your imperial power, why would you want the East India Company to give him financial support? ”

It's not good to be too smart, this head learns the pinyin invented by the Dutch missionary, and the other head compares to the simplified characters written by Mao Jue, and the little foreign girl has also recognized about a thousand or so common words, listening to her shouting, Mao Jue's old face is depressed, and he gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Who told you to peek at Imperial secrets? Your ass is itching again, isn't it? ”

Thinking about the last time Mao Jue slapped a "Oriental family method", Celita was blushing and trembling, but that's all, this time getting along, her opinion of Mao Jue has changed, not that she imagined that there are a lot of female slaves, and the fat and brutal Arab bearded barbarians have made the Spanish girl a lot fatter.

In the West, aristocratic women also have a certain degree of political participation, and they can run to the Luzon colony, this girl obviously has some small rights, and she is too curious about everything in the Eastern Empire.

Deliberately pretending not to understand, Serita flashed two pairs of long eyelashes, looking at herself with an innocent face.

The emperor's majesty has lost another point, and this girl is estimated to be unable to get out of the Forbidden City in her life, and she has nothing to do with any forces, so it doesn't matter if she knows some secrets. Defeated by this style, Mao Jue sighed depressedly, and then explained with a bit of ostentation: "This Zhang Pu is also like a girl, he screams fiercely, you let him really try it!" ”

"Didn't you notice that Zhang Pu and this gang of Zifu Society have begun to imitate our Beiming!"

The gloomy and proud color on his face became more and more intense, and Mao Jue smiled gloomily: "Today, these businessmen can form a group and fight equally with those landlords and old fortunes in Donglin, in his days, the appetite of these businessmen is destined to be more open, and they are no longer satisfied with the last position in politics, Donglin can't give them the right, Lao Tzu gave it!" One day, these South Chamber of Commerce will make the right choice! ”

Leaning on the chair with her chest straight, Mao Jue is a kingly atmosphere, and sure enough, the little foreign girl who was also shocked by the peach blossom made a big thumbs up.

"The son once said: Old and not dead is a thief, Your Majesty, you are really an old thief!"

"That's it!"

Squinting triumphantly, watching this girl go out with her little ass holding the documents, Mao Jue reacted at this time, as if something was wrong?

It's a pity, but there is no time for Mao Jue to take a look, this Sailita just left, and the door was knocked open again, listening to the panting sound like a cow, Mao Jue's liver pain was already habitual, and on his head, a few wisps of green tendons exploded violently.

"Didn't your teacher teach you, knock on the door before you enter?"

Good fellow, another one with stiff wings! didn't answer Mao Jue's question, the prince was angry and put a holy decree on the table, clenched his fists and bowed his head in a violent tone, shouting with a hint of reproach.

"Your Majesty, you actually ordered peace with the thieves, and you also rented land from the thieves, and paid money! Are you old and confused? It's time to send troops south, how can you let a group of poor thieves and ruffians put me on an equal footing? What do you make the world think? ”

"Lao Tzu cares if they die?"

Patting the table, Mao Jue also roared and jumped up, pointed to the little rabbit's nose and roared angrily: "Lao Tzu only sees that keeping this gang of rogues can help Lao Tzu continue to consume the old wealth of Nanming's landlords, and renting land can also allow me Beiming to stretch his tentacles into Huguang?" ”

"Don't you have a brain? Now that you have destroyed these thieves, let those Huguang landlords come back with their guys, and Lao Tzu, who is as angry as your kid, has a liver ache? ”

Still unconvinced, Mao Xingjian's book was full of anger, shaking his head and sighing there: "Meng said: Gentlemen tend to be righteous, villains tend to be profitable!" The king rules the world with benevolence and righteousness! Your Majesty, this is simply unreasonable! ”

"You're fucking hopeless! Not as careful as Lao Tzu, his head is sharpened and pushed up, and his face is used as the sole of his shoes, do you have a comfortable pat on the ass and sit on the throne of the prince? Now that the wings are stiff, I have taught Lao Tzu a lesson! ”

"Your Majesty, Zi said"

"Uncle You!"

The buzzing quarrel between the father and son, even if the living room area downstairs can be heard clearly, Chen Jiao is heart is beating in shock, and the companion is like a tiger, saying that the tiger is poisonous and does not eat children, but who knows what will happen if the biggest tiger in the world is provoked one day? Mother's love is the greatest, in order to get on the throne, Wu Zetian also killed several of his sons!

Putting down the embroidered lotus, Chen Jiao covered her head with regret and muttered depressedly.

"What did I do when I asked Jian'er to ask those rotten people!!

Although Mao Xingjian, the crown prince, is opposed by the cracked wall, but now the power is still in the hands of Mao Jue, Jiangnan, when Zhang Pu made a big fuss, Mao Jue's royal diplomatic liar Song Datou still comfortably returned from Wuchang with the contract.

Beiming and Dashun have made peace!

Mao Jue recognized Liu Zongmin, the self-proclaimed generalissimo of Fenggong advocating righteousness and acting on behalf of the people of heaven, in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, the 7th and 8th Corps of the Xuzhou Army retreated 50 miles from Hefei, and at the same time the two sides officially opened up border trade.

However, the most important one in the contract, Dashun allows Beiming merchants to form a group to come to Huguang Baodi! The harvest and Liu Zongmin split the account fifty-fifty!

With the development of industry and commerce in the south of the Yangtze River, the Suhu Lake since the Song Dynasty has also evolved into today's Huguang Familiar World. Compared with the ethereal New World, the land in Huguang was more attractive to the Ming landlords and the emerging merchant class, and the news of being able to contract thousands of acres of land in Huguang was put into Shanxi through the East India Company, which attracted a large number of Shanxi coal bosses to go south with thick silver tickets, which was much more popular than the immigrants of the New World.

For Liu Zongmin, this is a poisonous jelly bean! Dashun these homeless people finally ran away from the land of the landlord of Nanming, and turned back to usher in the capitalists of Beiming who were almost as black-hearted as the landlord's old wealth.

However, Liu Zongmin didn't have much choice, it was better in Li Zicheng's era, he Liu Zongmin was not a local business at all, since the autumn army, the territory has more than doubled, but the entire Huguang is completely depressed, thousands of miles of wasteland, a hundred miles without people, he can't move an inch forward, he can't rob the rich Jiangnan, and now he is consuming Zuo Liangyu's old foundation, Shi Kefa is also shrewd, so he won't fight with you! Anyway, I don't have as much food as you for 70,000 or 80,000 people, and if it goes on like this, it will be consumed until next year, and his army of Liu Zongmin will have to starve.

The land was handed over to Mao Jue to take care of, he was able to drop half of the harvest, and he also had the capital to continue playing, anyway, the Wandering People's Army didn't value the land very much, and Liu Zongmin also pinched his nose and ate this poisonous jelly bean.

In December, the middle reaches of the Yangtze River are also lively for a long time, on the Yangtze River in winter into the dry period, one after another big wooden boats on the opposite bank of Xiangyang, set up a pontoon bridge that is several miles wide, the mighty crowd flows endlessly from the bridge, Beiming finally went south, but it is not the army that goes south, but a businessman who is rich and has no land to spend! They are not here to conquer and plunder, but to give money.

These merchants of the Northern Ming Dynasty were simply to the point of blatantness, and they were next to the edge of Xiangyang City, herds of cattle, horses and livestock rushed over, and the barbed wire produced by Tieshan was unloaded, and according to the contract, in front of those remaining Dashun troops, they directly enclosed private territory on the fertile land that was already empty.

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In the cold Xiaoice River period, even the Hubei of the later generations was sprinkled with a layer of snow, and the head of Xiangyang City was also white, and in this white snow, an equally white little brain melon was exposed on the head of the city.

After a while, a shout sounded from behind the little head.

"Huimei! Whoever told you to run around, go back! ”

"But mother, there are a lot of fat sheep down there!"

Looking at the city coming down from the Xiangyang wharf, herds of cattle, horses, and livestock, and fat merchants, Li Huimei's saliva was about to flow down.

The feelings of people in this era are far more than the men and women who are in love every day in later generations, Li Zicheng has been dead for more than three months, but Gao Guiying is still plain-faced, wearing a coarse horse suit, and the green lantern ancient Buddha guards filial piety for her husband, listening to Li Huimei shouting excitedly, she can't help but glance at the city wall, but immediately, looking at the caravan, a black dragon and Jinyang banner of the Dongjiang River, this heroine who has been crisscrossing mountains and rivers for more than 20 years can't help but change her face. grabbed Li Huimei's hand and hurriedly walked back.

"Mother, slow down!"

Full of unwillingness, while sticking to the edge of the city wall, Li Huimei still stretched her neck as much as possible, and looked down at the excitement.

Coincidentally, in the caravan, a young man who was driving the horses also happened to turn his head with a feeling, and happened to see Li Huimei's little brain, this kid is also a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and he actually made a thumbs up, grinned with a mouthful of dew and white teeth, and smiled heavily at the daughter of King Chuang.

"Humph!"

Nostrils sounded, Li Huimei proudly brushed back her little brain, but after a while, she couldn't help but be attracted by the excitement, and looked her head over again.

The world is so vast, when Mao Jue made a fortune in the East, the West was also operating.

Known as the city of the world, on the banks of the Seine, facing the colorful snowflakes, the Parisians with funny wool wigs began another day's hard work, and the brightly dressed aristocrats were driving the carriage around, looking for new targets or Kaizi, the rich and the poor were divided, and the world was like this.

In front of the palace of Versailles, which was full of majesty and romance, there was a gray carriage parked in a much narrower and simpler than the French carriage, parked in the middle of a pile of French aristocratic carriages gilded with oriental silk, like the difference between a village woman and a noblewoman, and in the sneer of those French nobles, wearing an old tuxedo and a jazz hat without decoration, an equally inconspicuous little old man jumped out of the car.

"Honorable Sir Cohen, the ever-twinkling sun, His Majesty Louis XIII has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Just as the southerners and northerners of the Ming Dynasty looked down on each other, listening awkwardly to the Italian butler's Latin-flavored French, Cohen felt his throat tie knots.

"Stupid and pompous Frenchman!"

Scolding heavily in his heart, Sir Seventeen of the Dutch Shareholders, who had rushed back from Asia all the way, did not have the slightest mood to enjoy the scenery, and hurriedly followed the Italian butler into Versailles, on both sides of the road, one by one wearing red hats, wearing white military uniforms of musketeers sounded the French trombone in turn, in the large garden next to the white palace, Louis XIII, who was wearing high heels and stockings, dressed like a ladyboy, was holding a wine glass and laughing to greet him.

"My dear Dutch sir, what wind has brought you back to Paris from the warm Pacific Ocean?"

"A business, Your Majesty!"

The thick mustache trembled upward, and Cohen replied gloomily.

(End of chapter)