The other butlers are also the stewards of the prince's mansion?

The bulk medicinal herb merchants felt that their brains were a little insufficient, and there were more than a dozen housekeepers who purchased bulk medicinal materials, all of them were the housekeepers of the prince's mansion, and Zhu Shun invited most of the princes of the Ming Dynasty.

The bulk medicinal herb merchants didn't think deeply, one by one they scurried faster than wild dogs, rushed into their respective satin bat-patterned palanquins, and kept praying in their hearts for the blessing of the Bodhisattva, and the apprentices of the pharmacy must not offend the steward of the prince's mansion.

"Haha-"

"Haha-"

The people in the market have never seen a high-ranking old man, who has such a funny appearance, more like a wild dog than a wild dog scurrying in the alley.

I don't know if I thought that there were also fierce women with wooden sticks behind these old men, chasing wild dogs who stole food.

The bulk medicinal herb merchants stopped the apprentice of the pharmacy who almost offended the butler of the prince's mansion, and their tense emotions just relaxed, and they remembered that their family business was gone.

With a sad cry, he fell to the ground, but fortunately, he opened a pharmacy himself, and it was still a well-known pharmacy in the capital, and the doctor who sat in the hall hurriedly asked the apprentices to carry the owner in.

first used acupuncture to dredge qi and blood, and then prescribed a prescription to use the best medicinal materials to boil a pot of life-saving medicine for the owner.

No matter how good the medicinal materials are, they can't cure the heart diseases of the bulk medicinal herb merchants, and they are even more unbearable than those weak scholars who did not get admitted to the Jinshi and fell ill at home, and they slowly got better after lying on the bed for more than a year.

This is a three-percent family business, and most of the hard work of his life is gone.

The owner of Baohetang did not fall to the ground, and he who has always asked for himself as an elegant and famous man when he received people and things, stretched out a pair of old fists, and smashed it frantically at the shopkeeper Cao: "Cao old dog!" That's what you say, you're going to win. ”

"The old man said at the beginning, it's better to get the shuttle loom first, now it's good, the cement secret recipe has not been caught, the shuttle loom is gone, and the old man's family business has even lost thirty percent, which is a good thing for you."

The more the owner of Boholdo said, the more angry he became, if he had directly folded the shuttle loom, where would it have fallen to this step today.

Rounded his fists and smashed frantically at the shopkeeper Cao, wishing that his fists would turn into a hammer and hammer to death the old dog Cao who caused him to lose three percent of his family business.

The shopkeeper Cao is one of the great spies of Beizhili, a fine armor who controls many Manchu spies, and is proficient in archery and horse riding.

At the moment when the owner of Boholdo rushed to his side, he kicked him in the heart and retracted his right leg cleanly.

The proprietor of Bohol Hall took a few steps back, spurted a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, his limbs twitching non-stop.

Out of the knee-jerk reaction of a martial artist, Shopkeeper Cao subconsciously kicked the person who was a threat to him, but he secretly said bad in his heart.

There are so many people in the market watching here, it is difficult to guarantee that there are not one or two Dongchang fans who come out to catch the wind, the stall head of the Dongchang is a eunuch, and the fan is not necessarily a eunuch.

Shopkeeper Cao didn't care to observe the reactions of the people around him, and rushed into the Baohe Hall as fast as he could, running all the way to the courtyard.

Turning over the blue brick and black tile wall, he disappeared into an alley.

Pity.

No matter how fast he ran, he didn't run as fast as a conical buckshot, and he had never seen a Type 300 rifled gun, and he didn't know that he had to take a serpentine route to avoid the bullets of a sniper rifle.

Zhu Shun is an extremely cautious person, and he has become a disaster star of the Donglin Party, and there are not only the iron tower men and four palanquin guards on the bright side.

Behind the scenes, there are also two teams of special combat personnel who have been trained in a cruel way that does not collect at night.

"Bang-"

After a gunshot, a puff of smoke rose from the nearby black-tiled roof, and the special combat team members lying on the roof quickly disappeared on the roof with Type 300 rifled guns on their backs.

In front of the Bohe Hall, there is no Dongchang Fanzi among the people in the lively market, but the street not far away is a very prosperous street, and there are many Dongchang Fanzi chasing the wind on the noisy street.

The people on the street couldn't hear what was going on, but Dongchang Fanzi knew it very well in his heart, and five or six Dongchang Fanzi immediately ran to the location where the gunshots rang out.

These Dongchang fans are good at chasing the wind and shadows, but they are overstretched when they meet those who dare to go deep into the hinterland of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and the special combat team members who escorted Zhu Shun also followed Zhu Tie for a while.

Dongchang Fanzi failed to find the special combat member who fired the shot, nor did he find the shopkeeper Cao who was shot in the thigh, and only found a pool of blood.

If the shopkeeper Cao was discovered by Dongchang Fanzi so easily, he would really be ashamed of his identity as a fine worker, and he escaped.

Return to Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing.

Because of excessive blood loss, Shopkeeper Cao's face was pale without any blood, and he endured the severe pain and picked out a conical buckshot with a short knife.

When he was in Liaodong, he saw with his own eyes that many soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty had a high fever because of a lead bullet, and they were not chopped off by the enemy, but died of high fever.

Picking out a cone-shaped buckshot, Shopkeeper Cao tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around his thigh, and put on a new right coat to cover up his injury: "Someone." ”

The housekeepers who were patrolling the courtyard outside suddenly heard a voice in the old man's house, and they were not surprised, the family members had long been accustomed to it, and the master often appeared unnoticed.

The steward pushed open the openwork wooden door and walked in, the room was a little dim, the old man did not open the window, nor did he light the candle: "What does the master command?" ”

Shopkeeper Cao had a bruise on his neck because of the severe pain, but he still forced himself to ask in a flat tone: "Go and inform all the Daqing craftsmen in the capital and bring all the cannon casting craftsmen over, it's time to leave." ”

The steward was also a Manchu detail, and he was still a high-status detail, without words, and immediately disappeared into the house.

Shopkeeper Cao can hide from Dongchang, but he can't hide from the special combat team members whose sense of smell is more sensitive than that of a dog.

A team of special team members who followed over had already found the den of Cao's shopkeeper, and wanted to clean this Zhuangzi, but the special combat captain made a tactical gesture, signaling the team members to continue to stay on the hillside and continue to observe Zhuangzi with a clairvoyant mirror.

After three sticks of incense.

A man and woman dressed in various costumes arrived in a mule-and-horse cart, and a man was removed from the mule-and-horse cart.

The special operations captain used to lead the artillery factory for a period of time, but was later discovered by the group leader Hu Blind that he had the potential to be a sniper, so he was recruited into the special operations team.

The special operations captain took a clairvoyant mirror to observe the craftsmen who were unconscious, and judging from the burns on their palms and arms, it was almost certain that they were gunsmiths.

The matter immediately became serious, and the special operations captain did not dare to slack off, so he quickly assigned a special combat team member to notify Zhu Shun.

Late at night.

A large number of people quietly appeared around Zhuangzi and quietly sneaked into the courtyard.

The sound of firearms and the sound of fighting sounded in the Zhuangzi for a long time.

There was a Taishi chair at the gate, and a bearded man wearing a big red four-clawed python robe sat on it.

Wang Chengen quietly looked at Zhuangzi, who was being washed in blood: "Our family owes Shipeng a favor again." ”