Hearing a sound, Xue Pu's expression was grim, and he held the Samadhi True Fire in his hand, and followed.

He has the art of heavenly eyes, even if it is a ghost, there is nothing to hide under his fiery eyes.

"Holy! What is this? Xue Pu followed the voice and walked to the corner of the warehouse, and in the corner of the warehouse, he found a tiger with a handle on his back.

The so-called tiger is the night pot, because the shape of the night pot resembles a lying tiger, hence the name.

This night pot is an ordinary civilian night pot?

But looking at the lines on it, it's still a blue and white night pot.

Huh? Why does the label below say teapot?

Xue Pu and Chen Haopeng looked at each other and stepped forward to check.

Qianlong royal teapot in the Qing Dynasty? Xue Pu and Chen Haopeng looked at each other and couldn't help but be surprised.

I have long heard that the dog skin plaster of the old man is covered indiscriminately, but I didn't expect this cultural relic to be recognized indiscriminately! I remember that the old chief in the Forbidden City recognized the jade pillow as an inkstone and the basin as a pen wash.

I didn't expect to see him today, and when I went down to Jiangnan, I recognized the night pot as a teapot.

Tsk, this brother is really talented.

With a snort, a wisp of green smoke came out of the white porcelain tiger.

Xue Pu and Chen Haopeng looked confused and said, "I'll go, Aladdin's magic lamp!" ”

A fat man in a horse coat and a money rat tail leaned against the wall, and said tremblingly, "Woo... Big guy okay..."

"Woo... Can you see me? The little fat man said.

"Yes, I have yin and yang eyes! Big guy? Your words are quite trendy~" Xue Pu said with a smile.

"Woo... I'm from Guangzhou, and it's not new to say that the big guy is not new. The little fat man said, "You're not afraid of me?" I'm a goblin! ”

Xue Pu smiled: "Hahaha, I'm afraid of you being a chicken, I'll be a Leifa, if you scold me with a Leifa, I..."

The little fat man immediately knelt down: "The big guy spares his life, the big guy spares his life.... I'm just a night pot spirit, I don't have much ability, and I can't get on the booth! ”

Xue Pu looked at the little fat man, although he was a goblin, but his combat power was touching and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, I won't split you, you are a night pot spirit... Gee

Blame the pitiful. You show me your hair, the legendary money rat tail. Tut-tut, I don't blame you for your credit to the community."

After saying this, Xue Pu Xue Pu only felt funny in his heart, a night pot was recognized by the emperor as a teapot, and it must be used to drink less!

The little fat man seemed to be displeased: "Woo.... Hum! ”

Xue Pu said: "What year are you in the Qing Dynasty?" ”

The little fat man said angrily: "You are from the Qing Dynasty, and your whole family is from the Qing Dynasty!" Hmph, I am a creator during the Yongli period of the Ming Dynasty! ”

When Xue Pu heard this, during the Yongli period of the Ming Dynasty, his eyes suddenly moistened and wept secretly, and he gently put his arm on the shoulder of the little fat man: ".... I'm sorry..."

The Ming in the mouth of the night pot essence is the Nanming that is commonly called by later generations.

It was a regime established by the southern forces of the Ming Dynasty after the Ming Shun Tianfu, that is, Beijing, was captured by Li Zicheng, starting from the Hongguang era and ending with the Yongli era, which was the last era in the history of the Han people.

And the martyrs of the Southern Ming Dynasty against the Qing Dynasty, the generous tragedy of resisting foreign invasion, and the pain of the country couldn't help but move Xue Pu.

Xue Pu, as a spirit detective, naturally has to register these spirits, and once this little monster becomes a demon, he should be able to collect it.

I just heard the little fat man say:

I am a Zhao Yuanwai supplies in Guangzhou, the first year of Yongli lost the war, our Han army was defeated and retreated, when the Qing army went south, burning and looting along the way, raping women.

I heard that they were slaughtered in Yangzhou City for ten days, killing 800,000 people in the city. The people were forced to flee to our city of Guangzhou one after another.

Zhao Yuanwai's family is a local celebrity, thinking about the beginning, the back garden is majestic, the green water and green pool, the maid is like a flower, it is really beautiful!

Think about that scene, the painting pavilion invited singers to sing southern songs, scholars and scholars, and famous Confucians chanted poems in our house. Eh, it was one of the best nights of my career.

Later, when they heard about the turmoil, the adults came and wanted Zhao Yuan to go out and pay for the military to defend against the invasion of the Tartars.

The Zhao family was reluctant to agree, and later the Lord ordered a pair of soldiers to be stationed at our house to be supported by us.

The composition of these soldiers was very mixed, some were scholars who threw pen and paper, some were workers in the workshop, and most of them were farmers.

Among them, the scholar secretly fell in love with the sixth daughter of the Zhao family, Yunjun.

But later, Zhao Yuanwai, who knew about the relationship between the two, was very angry and ordered the two to be separated, and the two of them sent letters frequently. Later, they were afraid of their father's thoughts, and they could only express their feelings to the maple trees outside the boudoir every day.

In a hurry, the maple leaves have become green and red, red and green, and although the maple leaves have changed, the letters between the two are unresolved.

I remembered a poem written by a scholar to Yunjun:

The one-year-old red maple is a year-old spring, and it is the most sad to wait for the idle to wither.

The west wind has a letter and a biased hatred, how many rounds can I wait for the west wind?

At first, Yun Jun did not understand the deep meaning, but not long after, the scholar and the troops left, and heard that the Qing army had fought Jiangxi.

The scholar's troops were going to the front line, and when Jun Jun said goodbye, he broke through the line and came to the scholar, crying and saying to the scholar: "She finally got through her father, as long as the front line wins, she will agree to the marriage of the two..."

Later companies reported that the battle ahead was fierce, and our Korean army and Tartars suffered numerous casualties, but they still held on to resist.

The adults in the city knew that the Zhao family was a wealthy family, and if he could donate some family wealth, he called on the officials in the township to definitely gather enough supplies for the front line and repel the Qing army.

However, the Zhao family, who was stingy with money, refused, and Zhao Yuanwai said that it was common for the dynasty to change through the ages.

It is the process of history, the development of the times, the Han people sit in the world and the Manchus do the world are the same, we must conform to the development of the trend of the times, not be foolish and loyal to be objective.

The supplies at the front line were becoming more and more difficult to keep up, and the fighting became more and more fierce, and later news came that the blacksmith in the workshop had died in battle, and the potters had killed five Tartars at the front and finally died.

Fan Farmer was beheaded by the Tartars, but the scholar's troops made a lot of achievements, and under his leadership, the troops still managed to defeat the Qing army.

After listening to the battle report, Yun Jun didn't know how to say and cried secretly.

As the so-called:

Swore to sweep away the Huns, regardless of their bodies, and five thousand mink brocade mourned Hu Chen.

Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream!

Until the end .... The news of the death of the scholar came from the front line, and Yun Jun's heart was broken and he sank away that night....

Later, the Qing army captured Guangzhou, and did the same thing in Guangzhou as Yangzhou, the same slaughter of the city for ten days, but only 700,000 people died in Guangzhou... I remember the scene at that time as a nightmare for my night-pot career.

I only remember that the people in the city piled up corpses at that time, pillowing hands and feet, blood like a pool, bright red at first, and then turned into five colors...

Later, the corpses were piled up and the pond was flattened, and the fires burned everywhere, and the corpses in the city of Guangzhou were like a mess.

Zhao Yuanwai, a member of the Zhao family, went to the enemy with gold and silver, but the Tartar knew that the foreigner was rich, so he wanted to swallow all the wealth of the outsider, so he hacked the outsider to death on the street, and the female dependents were all raped by the banner soldiers, even the old mother and the ten-year-old daughter did not let go.

The last one was left behind, and he made a two-legged sheep.

If it weren't for the martyrdom of Juan Jingyuxiu, I am afraid that he would also be humiliated.

Now that I think about it, the Zhao family may not be as good as my night pot.... So I was used by the Qing army, and later fell into the water and fell asleep to this day.

Xue Pu suddenly felt sad when he heard this, and he couldn't speak for a long time, and it took a long time to arrive: "The snow and white bones are all over the field, and the lonely loyalists have not surrendered." Message to pedestrians to cover their noses, the living are not as fragrant as the dead! You're right, the one surnamed Zhao can't even catch up with the night pot. ”

The night pot spirit looked at Xue Pu and cried secretly...

Xue Pu gently patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Okay, there will never be such a thing again, the Qing Dynasty has been overthrown, we Huaxia, we Han people, our China are standing up little by little!" One day I won't be bullied by any foreigner again...! ”

The Night Pot Spirit looked at Xue Pu's determined eyes and nodded.

Speaking of this, Xue Pu couldn't help but think of the recent events.