Zhu Shun was very relieved to see Song Shihui's appearance.

From now on, Song Shihui will be worthy of the status of the big disciple of the Beijing Normal University, and he can also carry the banner that Zhu Shun attaches the most importance to.

A large agricultural country.

The eldest disciple found the way he wanted to go in the future, and Zhu Shun was completely relieved, and rode the little donkey to the capital to see if the prince of Fuwang had returned.

Winter in Beiping is coming earlier and earlier, snowflakes fall in the beginning of October, and the snowflakes quickly turn into goose feather snow after the winter solstice.

The snow on the official road was thick and sunk into the hooves of the little donkey, and it was very difficult to walk.

Zhu Shun wrapped the purple cloth jacket on his body tightly, and there were only horse gangs and caravans coming and going on the snow-colored plains in front of him, and the victims who were everywhere a few months ago were almost gone, all gathered next to the various porridge factories set up by the imperial court.

About to enter the Guangning Gate, there happened to be a porridge factory not far from the official road, Zhu Shun watched the old man and child holding the hot grain bran porridge, sucking in small sips.

Just a bowl of hot porridge made these poor people smile with satisfaction and simplicity, and Zhu Shun also smiled with satisfaction.

Entering the tall and majestic Guangning Gate, Zhu Shun remembered a public case for no reason, a public case that happened in Guangning Gate during the Wanli period.

Zhu Shun walked on the street with a little donkey, and said to himself: "When the modern textile system is established, we must find a way to fight corruption." ”

"The level of corruption in a country is a virtuous circle only from low corruption to medium corruption to low corruption."

"If it is like Europe and the United States, medium corruption, high corruption, and higher corruption, it will definitely affect the industrialization process of the Ming Dynasty."

Before he reached King Fu's Mansion, Zhu Shun met an acquaintance on the bustling chessboard, Jiao Zhang, the shopkeeper of the Beiping Firearms Bureau.

Behind the shopkeeper Jiao was a wooden child, his thin body dragging a wide right coat, which was often worn by scholars in order to show a kind of elegance and wisdom.

The wooden child wears it on the body, but it has a meaning of being crowned by a monkey.

Shopkeeper Jiao stopped in place and didn't leave, with a smile on his face, he kept making trouble for a son who was dressed in the palace, like the wooden child behind him had caused some trouble.

Zhu Shun, who is dignified, is relatively tall, and in the past two years, he has been retraining the Israeli martial arts taught to him by a club member, and easily squeezed in from the crowd.

Zhu Shun glanced at the son, it should be a noble son, Daming has a clear rule that only the eldest son of Xungui can wear the palace.

Standing in the inner circle and listening carefully to a few words, Zhu Shun roughly understood what was going on, the son of the shopkeeper Jiao threw the cannon and accidentally blew up the famous prostitute next to the noble son.

Fortunately, because the shopkeeper Jiao was the shopkeeper of the Beiping Firearms Bureau, the arrogant dogleg next to the noble son did not dare to make a move, waiting for the son-in-law to speak.

Xungui Gongzi knew the identity of the shopkeeper Jiao, thinking about the Three Kingdoms series on the third floor, and didn't think about how to embarrass the shopkeeper Jiao, if it was someone else, even if it was the son of the Shilang family, he would not let it go easily.

The famous prostitute next to Xungui Gongzi was not happy, and he had to ask Jiao Shopkeeper to compensate fifty taels of silver, how could Jiao Shopkeeper have so much silver, so he could only keep accompanying Xungui Gongzi.

If the children of bureaucrats are changed, Zhu Shun, a small ambassador of the nine products, really has no choice but to admit it, these most domineering noble sons in the capital are easy to do.

Zhu Shun coughed lightly and walked over: "This ........."

Before Zhu Shun could finish speaking, Xungui Gongzi hurriedly pulled the famous prostitute with an impatient face aside, put on a smiling face and said, "Brother Zhu is here, you see how such a trivial matter still alarmed Brother Zhu." ”

"Little brother, let's go, let's go to the General Administration of Firearms to find Brother Zhu for tea another day."

Xungui Gongzi is twenty-five or sixteen years old, opening his mouth to speak a Brother Zhu and closing his mouth to Brother Zhu, giving Zhu Shun enough face.

The people who gathered around to watch the excitement, heard a Zhu character, and saw that the noble son was so polite, and they all guessed which royal relative could make this noble prince so flattering.

The first thought in most people's hearts is that the prince of Fuwang, and only this second ancestor can make the noble children who are not afraid of heaven and earth obey.

You must know that the noble son in front of him just beat the governor's son with a group of doglegs on Qipan Street yesterday.

It was a feudal official, and the noble son didn't even give the governor's face, which shows how arrogant these sons and daughters of the capital have become.

Zhu Shun smiled and took the initiative to hand over the favor from the noble son: "Where is the son talking about, why is it another day." ”

"The General Bureau of Firearms just came with a batch of flintlock rifled guns today, if you have time, you will go to taste and taste together."

The people around him always felt that Zhu Shun was familiar, but they couldn't remember who it was, and when they heard the words of the General Administration of Firearms, they all remembered who this handsome young master with a big face was in the sky.

Ambassador Zhu of the Wang Gong Bureau is also the owner of the General Administration of Firearms.

I didn't expect a nine-grade petty official with sesame mung beans to make this noble son so respectful.

No matter what the onlookers thought, the noble son heard the flintlock rifled gun and said in surprise: "What Brother Zhu said is true?" ”

Zhu Shun was immediately amused by Xungui's words, and made an inviting move: "There can be a fake ........ this"

Before Zhu Shun finished speaking, the noble son monkey hurriedly pulled Zhu Shun into the BMW incense car.

Before the surrounding people and the famous prostitute could react to what was going on, the noble son personally drove and drove Zhu Shun out of here in a hurry.

left behind a beautiful prostitute frozen in the cold wind, and a group of petrified ordinary people in place.

Is this in a hurry to go to the cave room?