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

The jewelry that Xi Li gave him was not made by the Bank of China, which saved the good ministers a lot of trouble. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to explain if someone checked it.

After all, he is different from Xu Xianchun. Although he is not a good person, he is a royal relative. What is he? My fellow Taoist?

Can the government listen to his explanation?

After changing the money, I had enough confidence in the bag, and I had to take it off from the cage, and no one chased me to cut the bird, so the mentality of the Liangchen became very positive.

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

It is white and clean, and looks like a brand-name product, and it is more than a tailor in the countryside of Suning.

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

I was very satisfied with this change.

When I came out of the store, I really shone.

I saw a young man with a dark face, wearing a Confucian shirt, leather boots, carrying two pounds of pork in his left hand, and two jars of soju in his right hand, shaking his way in one step, which attracted passers-by to watch.

It's cool, not just cool.

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

He was really satisfied with his dressing. When he was tired of walking, he leaned against the wall to rest for a while.

There are many female relatives, and there are some lovely people. Good ministers always smile flatteringly at others, and there is a sentence between their eyebrows: "Beautiful girl, do you want to make an appointment?"

I feel that this thing is something that everyone has, but people are more important than self-knowledge. But they are a little bit arrogant when they are good ministers.

He is now sure that although his Wei family has eighteen generations of poor peasants, from now on, they will have to get rid of poverty and achieve a well-off life and move towards a prosperous road.

Why? Because he and Mr. Today are fellow Taoists!

If one person attains enlightenment, the chicken and the dog will ascend to heaven.

Didn't see it? Did he bring his second uncle into the East Palace?

What is a sense of accomplishment?

That's it!

“…Ah, we are in a state of mind and enter the new era…We are telling the story of spring…”

Humming a song that others don’t understand along the way, Liangchen was immersed in his yearning for a better future, ignoring the amazing gazes of passers-by.

In fact, in the eyes of others, wearing Confucian shirts and boots is completely inappropriate.

The clothes are not matched like this.

A good minister was the "Shamat" of the Ming Dynasty, but he didn't know it himself.

However, according to his virtue, he knows that he will not feel ashamed, but instead thinks that he is driving the trend of the times.

I don’t know what day it is today. From a distance, Liangchen saw that there were many people surrounding him, as if there was something lively to watch.

What are some rare things to see under the emperor's feet?

Anyone knows the strange things in the world that I can have more than me?

Liangchen smiled proudly, glanced at the group of cheerful people who were eating melons with contempt, and then shouted to let them go and squeezed into the crowd.

It is a fool who doesn’t take advantage of it, but it is a fool who doesn’t watch it when there is excitement.

However, Liangchen could not squeeze in front because there were still many people blocking them, and several of them were very tall and big, and there were two shirtless people. At first glance, they were people on the ground in the capital.

One of the guys was a little annoyed by Liangchen, turned his head and glared at him fiercely, with four big words written on his face - "Is it okay to look for a fight?"

Such gangsters are the existence that good ministers hate the most!

Throughout history, these characters have also been the stepping stone for the protagonists written by thousands of novel authors and the existence of eight-rate supporting roles.

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

But considering that they were born with the same roots, they were not too anxious to fight each other, and the good ministers were too lazy to bother with them.

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

In a harmonious society, how can it be a quarrel and scolding?

The good minister tactfully squeezed to the corner of the wall from the fierce gaze of the man, put the wine jar and meat, 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.

This thing is lively, I missed this village but there is no store anymore.

It is best if the original wife catches the mistress and tear it up so hard that it reveals what is the point...

Before I could see the excitement, Liangchen had already thought about it. He covered his nose with one hand and was about to mutter to himself: "Stimulate...really exciting."

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

It's a man, no woman.

What are the good things about drinking tea for a few older men?

The good ministers were greatly disappointed and expressed great disdain for the quality of the people in the capital watching the fun.

Bai delayed my master for so long!

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

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

The evil light, after so many days of rebirth, the legendary evil light appeared in Wei Liangchen's eyes for the first time.

What is evil light?

It's just a cannibal look.

Accompanied by the evil light, the rapid breathing of the good minister.

He saw it, but he didn't expect that he would see it here, a rat-tailed braid called "The New Dynasty Yazheng" by the shameless people in later generations!

Sitting in the tea shop were a group of Manzhou people who were called the Tartars more than ten years later. Now, their name is Jiannu, which originated from the term Jianzhou Jurchen.

Jiannu’s unique hairstyle is the root of this excitement.

Hundreds of Beijing melon-eating people gathered around the tea shop in curiosity, pointing at Jiannu who was eating tea. Those who knew something about the side were taking the opportunity to show off their knowledge so that they could gain the admiration of the people around them.

In the tea shop, more than a dozen Jiannu were not moved by the outside world. They were consuming snacks, and they seemed to be hungry ghosts who had never eaten before.

Why are the Tartars appearing in the capital now?

Liang Chen's evil light faded away little by little, and his mind was full of confusion.

It is the 37th year of Wanli. As far as he knows, the old slave is still integrating the Jurchen tribe in the Baishan and Black Water. Therefore, why did he send people to the capital?

When he saw a middle-aged man in front of him talking to the people around him about the origin of these Jiannu, Liangchen squeezed over with difficulty, and after hearing a few words, he suddenly realized.

It turned out that the old slave was still a minister of the Ming Dynasty. According to the rules, he would send people to Beijing to pay tribute every year. The Jiannu in the tea shop were members of the Jianzhou Jurchens who came to Beijing to pay tribute this time.

"Did you see it? If it weren't for Marishal Li, how could these savages surrender to our Ming Dynasty so obediently? Marishal Li has made great contributions to the peace outside the pass for so many years."

"Yes, Marshal Li is the pillar of our Ming Dynasty. Without him, Menglu Jiannu will not know how to make trouble."

“…”

After listening to a few words calmly, Li Dashui said that Li Chengliang, the general in Liaodong, was the general in Liaodong. In short, this Marshui Li was probably seventy years old and eighty years old this year and would not live long. Only when Li Chengliang died would the old slave Haci dared to rebel openly.

I hope that Li Chengliang can live a few more years and give the Ming Dynasty more time.

Liangchen frowned, giving Ming Dynasty more time, wouldn't it be more time for Wei Xiaoqiansui?

Since Jiannu had not rebelled yet, it was impossible for the good ministers to have conflicts with these tribute Jiannu, so he wanted to leave for his second uncle.

Although Jiannu’s affairs are important, the second uncle’s affairs are equally important.
Chapter completed!