Whether it was a court official or Chongzhen himself, he felt that this trip was really worthwhile.

With these many soldiers waiting for the game, Chongzhen felt extremely safe.

On the contrary, the Inspectorate and the Censors of the Sixth Division looked at each other and felt insecure in an instant, and vowed not to give Chongzhen eye drops again.

It was getting late. When Liu Hongjian came back from Xishan Camp, he said goodbye to Chongzhen and rushed directly to the Marquis' Mansion.

It was not in vain that Uncle Chongzhen finally regained some confidence. The Ming Dynasty's reliance was not the spits of the censors and civil officials, but the big sword and spear in the hands of the soldiers at the border.

When I returned to the mansion, in the middle hall of the front yard, my father Liu Delong and Niu Dainian were playing chess around a coal ball stove.

"Dad, this is a very cold day, you should rest early!" Liu Hongjian walked to the stove and reached out to roast the fire.

"Yes, dad, you have to rest early." Niu Zhuang stood behind Liu Hongjian and said to his father Niu Dainian.

"My son is back? Are you tired, go to the backyard to have some food. I will keep it for you!" Liu Delong said with a squinted eyes and smiled, and after that, he stared at the chessboard in front of him.

Recently, Liu Delong has become obsessed with chess again. He is also a novice and is comparable to the butler Niu Danian. The two of them are also in a difficult position.

"The master is back! Dabangmai, have you served the master well?" Niu Danian and Liu Delong were also at the critical moment. They stood up and bowed and immediately put their eyes on the Qipan Mountain.

If I were in other houses, I would have been swept out of the house.

But Liu Hongjian didn't care. My father is old and there are no other entertainment projects these days, so it's good to find a fun.

"Dad, then there's nothing to say? Who dares to bully the master, I slapped him to death!" Niu Dabangchui said with a slap.

In this Anguo Hou Mansion, Niu Da Nian and Niu Dabunchui are more like omniscient neighbors than Liu Delong and Liu Hongjian.

Although Niu Danian and Niu Dabangcui are a bit careless in their lineage, they are also a difficult quality of being kind and contentment, and no one doubts about this.

"Master, someone came to visit outside and said he was from the south!" A servant came into the house to report.

"Okay, old niao, let's go under my house!" Liu Delong saw a guest coming, and hurriedly called Butler Niu to transfer his position.

Who would come to him in the middle of the night? His relationship with the court officials has always been bad, and many people even hated him to the core, and Liu Hongjian frowned.

South? Could it be that another idle official who worked in Nanjing came to him to find him to get in touch with him?

Although he has often put small shoes on court officials, since he has made great contributions from Shanxi, many people have come to make friends.

Of course, those unsuccessful officials who were excluded from Nanjing are indispensable.

But Liu Hongjian usually doesn't even see him, because he has no shortage of money and is in charge of the Ming Dynasty's Beijing Army. The most taboo thing is to make friends with officials.

Moreover, Liu Hongjian looked down on these bird people who were only intrigue.

"No!" Liu Hongjian thought for a while.

"Master, that person said that he belongs to the Fujian Zheng family." The servant repeated.

"Damn, why do you say half of your words? If you do this again, the moon silver will be reduced by half!" Liu Hongjian was so angry that he was so angry.

"Let him come in!"

"Yes, lord!" The servant was also scared and trotted out of the central hall.

Zheng family, Fujian, who else can there be?

But Liu Hongjian didn’t understand why this old Zheng suddenly visited?

In the Jinyiwei's report, Lao Zheng seemed to be a good person. For him, the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty were the same thing, and it was nothing more than a change of master.

A middle-aged man came in from outside for a moment. The middle-aged man wore a square-top, a hard-shelled head, a purple-brown satin robe, and a cold eyebrow.

"Wait!" The middle-aged man entered the central hall and smiled and prepared for the ceremony. He was interrupted rudely by Niu Dabangmai.

"Search your body! Raise your hands!" Niu Dabanchui said without hesitation, touching the middle-aged man.

Of course, Niu Dabanchui would not dare to indulge himself so much without Liu Hongjian's order.

The Zheng family has been in charge of Fujian and has been operating the South China Sea for decades. Liu Hongjian has little impression of these pirates, but he has taken a good eye.

"What is this?" Not to mention, Niu Dabiaoqiu was rumbling up and down on someone's body, and he really found a strange thing.

"Sir! I'm coming from the south of the Yangtze River, with high mountains and long roads. This is a guy who is defending himself. I hope you can forgive me!"

The middle-aged man was not panicked at all. Instead, he sorted out his clothes that were messed up by Niu Dabangmai and said calmly.

Niu Dabangchui handed the strange thing to Liu Hongjian. Liu Hongjian only took a look and knew what it was.

Isn’t this just a short-handled musket? In layman’s terms, it’s a pistol!

Look at this flint device, it actually is a flintlock!

Damn, are the muskets of Lao Zheng's family so advanced? Liu Hongjian was full of surprise.

"This is a weapon. What are you trying to bring this thing with me?

This short gun was confiscated, but if your master is also a minister of the Ming Dynasty, I will not pursue this matter!

Oh, by the way, what are your name?" Liu Hongjian suddenly realized that after glanced at each other for a while, he didn't know the name of the middle-aged man.

"I'm down here Zhang Jin! I'm from the Zheng family in Quanzhou, and I'm a guest at the Zheng Governor's Office. This time I came to visit the Marquis and was entrusted by my elders.

The Marquis’ trip to Liaodong was endless. My elders admired the Marquis’s name for a long time and came here to express their respect!”

The middle-aged man who claimed to be Zhang Jin did not care about Liu Hongjian's provocative words.

How could he not tell that it was actually this young marquis who fell in love with his musket.

But he didn't say that it was just a musket, and he could just ask the master for a new one.

If the matter is done this time, what is a musket produced in the Netherlands?

Zhang Jin took out a silver note from his waist and placed it respectfully on Liu Hongjian’s table before the New Year.

Liu Hongjian looked at the silver notes on the table, "What a guy, 200,000 taels!"

Is this old Zheng so rich in gifts?

But Liu Hongjian just took a look. He didn't lack silver. If he needed silver, the military station could do his best to earn money for him.

He was even more surprised by the simplified version of the pistol!

“What do you mean?

Does this official look like a corrupt official?"

"Where is where, my master's meaning is not worthy of respect!"

Zhang Jin was also a little different. He kept staring in the eyes of the young marquis in front of him.

Who wouldn’t be shocked if you saw the 200,000 taels of silver bill?

But the young man in front of him just glanced at him! He didn't seem to take it seriously.

"Is this kind of broken gun forged by your Zheng family's own workshop?" Liu Hongjian asked questions that he didn't want to do it by throwing the large silver notes on the table.

"No, sir, privately making weapons is a serious crime. My lord is also a court official. How could he know that the law is broken?

This musket was intercepted by my elders from the Dutch and found a reward from the ship to defend themselves..."

Zhang Jin explained calmly, but what he said was the truth.

The Zheng family was born as a pirate and was good at sabotaging more than production. Except for a secret artillery workshop, most of the remaining equipment was purchased overseas and more simply robbed!

The reason why the court's firearms were not used is that the Ming Dynasty's firearms became more and more biased in the later stages and were unbearable!

Liu Hongjian ignored Zhang Jin's answer. This guy didn't look like that kind of honest person.

"Does your Zheng family have a young master named Zheng Chenggong?" Liu Hongjian finally decided to ask the biggest question in his heart. Zheng Zhilong must be not a good bird, otherwise his son would have nothing to do.
Chapter completed!