The Han boy Zhang Da, after carefully putting down the box, knelt in front of the kang without saying a word, and kowtowed to Mang Gurtai and Mu Zaohua.

"The slave greets the master of Baylor and the son of the ***."

Mang Gurtai removed his cigarette holder, turned his head sideways and said to Mu Zaohua: "Hey, this Nikan rabbit cub is quite good at shouting the right title, I know that you are true."

Mu Zaohua sneered, and said to the young man lying on the ground like a toad, "You slave, don't you hold a grudge against me?"

Mang Gultai frowned and said, "What, he offended you?"

"It's not okay to be offended, it's just a big filial son. Last time, his mother's stomach hurt and rolled, and he came to steal my *** shell dregs, and told me to order someone to whip me hard. Three Belle, the things used by the Great Khan, even if they are dregs, can't be licked by Nikan dog minions, right?"

Mu Zaohua deliberately gritted her teeth when she said the last few words, while staring at Zhang Da's reaction.

The one who was wide and silent lowered his shoulders, his forehead pressed to the ground, and the rattail braid behind his head trembled slightly.

Mang Gurtai was like a cat admiring the mouse in his paws, and said with great interest: "Little minion, have you remembered the lesson of the master of the jujube flower?"

The great master spoke, and the slave, who was humbled to the dust, dared to answer: "Return, go back to the master of Lord Belle, the slave has remembered the truth since he received the whip on that time."

He immediately turned his head slightly, and said to Mu Zaohua: "How can a slave hold a grudge against him, it's too late for a slave to be grateful. If it weren't for the master's good teaching of the slave, the slave would still be an ignorant fool, how could there be such a great creation today, and he could sew such a precious armor for the master of Lord Baylor."

After speaking, he knocked on Mu Zaohua several times in a row.

Mu Zaohua said impatiently: "Okay, okay, long-winded. Hurry up and show the armor to the three beles."

Zhang Da stood up with a stiff face, and carefully pulled out the cloth and iron nail robe with another wrapper.

This is the second layer of protection worn by a banner master like Mang Gurtai in heavy armor when he goes out to fight.

Mu Zaohua leaned over, while watching, and muttered: "This is not enough, go back and let me and the craftsmen sum up, how to make the kind of hundred steels of the Ming people, make a heart guard, and sew this cloth armor for Baylor."

Mang Gurtai took back the cigarette stick, looked at the woman's expression of concern for her hero with satisfaction, and said in a kind tone, "You are doing this, listen to you."

Mu Zaohua responded, and then looked at Zhang Da, who was always bent down: "Little rabbit cub, you slim body, it's useless to go out to fight the west." Seeing that you are still sensible and obedient, and your skills are okay, why don't I ask for a reward from Sambel for you, and you will be apprentices to the Nikan blacksmiths in our house?"

When Zhang Da heard this, he hurriedly took a few steps back and threw himself on the ground: "Slave Shebel master is very gracious, thank you for raising your forehead!"

The Han boy said so excitedly and sincerely that the voice of the male duck in the voice changed trembled.

Mu Zaohua said in a mocking tone, and said to Mang Gurtai: "Sanbeile, you see, there are quite a few of our Ming people, and they are quite effective, aren't they? and brass, and ointment of the crows, and oxen, and horses, and iron and seam armor for thee. You, in the future, be kind to the Ming people in the banner, don't kill a few Han people when you are unhappy."

Mang Gurtai half-closed his eyes, and in the whole body of Shutai, who was enjoying the ointment of the gods, he replied quietly: "Well, yes, yes, you people are good at making good brains. Looking back, it would be better if you gave me a few more brothers."

Mu Zaohua sneered in her heart: Mang Gurtai, Mrs. Zheng said, this Ah Drift mother has absorbed too much, and the man will not be able to do anything, so I will go to Hetuara more often in this formation, and wait until I come back to see if you are a pig with the geldings, a virtuous person.

Mu Zaohua leaned over, beat Mang Gurtai's legs, and raised her hand to signal the two coatings in front of the kang to roll quickly.

Zhang Da and his companions hurriedly humbly bowed their bodies and withdrew from the house.

Mu Zaohua divided a ray of gaze and gave Zhang Da's back.

After the teenager was flogged last year, Mu Zaohua heard that his mother had died after two days of severe abdominal pain.

Hibiscus shell soup, can stop diarrhea, can relieve pain, but

It is not a cure for all diseases. Mu Zaohua believes that the illness of the old woman of the Zhang family is completely different from the diarrhea after eating croton in Derge, and it is not *** soup that can save her life.

But at that time, Mu Zaohua was still deep in her heart and apologized to Zhang Da.

In order to help herself be trusted, she had to beat her fellow teenager all over her body.

When Mrs. Zheng said goodbye to her, she reminded her that being a spy in the enemy camp may be more difficult than the generals who fight with real swords and guns in the shadow of swords and blood.

You have to suppress the disgust of meeting the enemy, the difficulty of planning alone, and the unbearable pretending to oppress your compatriots with a higher conviction, so that you can persevere with sobriety and agility.

Mu Zaohua realized this more and more, Rao was so, because of Zhang Da's bloody back, she still experienced real discomfort.

Today, however, apologies and discomfort have turned into vigilance.

This young man, when he sees himself, how can he not have the slightest resentment?

Is it the cruel wrist that was coated by the *** Han people, and finally became a complete minion?

Mu Zaohua then decided to get Zhang Da into the territory she could control first, and then take a look.

It's like to Ah Xue, to Ji Lantai, and Xia Wenming, who recruited from Goose Feather City to Hetuala.

The further it goes, the more dangerous it is to do, and Mu Zaohua needs more helpers. Even if the imaginary helper is confirmed, it is actually a tripwire, then there can be a way to turn this triphorse into a target for himself to block the gun.

……

Thousands of miles away, in the Jingshi, in the duty room of the State Temple.

Zheng Haizhu, before leaving Beijing for Daning Town, seized the time to have a meeting with Shaoqing Hong Chengchou.

Antiquity is still antiquity after all.

Even in this late Ming Dynasty, where Xu Guangqi and others have opened their eyes to see the world, even if the prestige of the female toast Qin Liangyu has spread all over the nine sides, even if there have been many workshops where women are in charge of business have appeared in various parts of the Yangtze River, even if after years of meritorious service and seniority, Zheng Haizhu will not be really regarded as a flattering monarch who has fallen from the sky by the Imperial Wenchen Group, but after the establishment of the new organization, Zheng Haizhu will still not get carried away and lose the proportion that has always paid attention to subtle rhythms.

The first thing that needs to be managed cautiously is the relationship with the military department.

After all, how many middle-level bureaucrats in various ministries and institutes, and even those scribes who already had the fame of the imperial examination and were just waiting for the "goods and the emperor's family", were waiting to see the lively battle between Xiong Shilang of the Ministry of War and Zheng Siqing of the State Affairs Temple.

Therefore, for more than a month, Zheng Haizhu instructed Hong Chengchou to visit Xiong Tingbi many times.

Although the two are one generation apart in age and two levels in rank, they are both men, both are jinshi, and they are both capable ministers who have been magistrates, and they are not Donglin, so they can still talk together.

At this moment, as usual, Zheng Haizhu did not greet him, and asked Hong Chengchou directly: "Xiong Tingbi, what do you say?"

Hong Chengchou said with an affirmative tone: "Xiong Shilang is also the same as Siqing, estimating that Nurhachi will open Yuan and Tieling in the spring and summer of next year at the latest."

Zheng Haizhu nodded: "Thaksin, it's fine." Beside you, you don't have to probe his mouth again."

"Okay."

"Hong Shaoqing, it's a good thing that you deal with the officials of various ministries and officials much cheaper than me. But later, some of the news that our State Temple has gotten, sometimes, you have to cover it tightly, and before I directly face the saint, you don't leak it out. Then, our yamen's examination has to lose the price, right?"

Hong Chengchou continued to reply with the word "good".

On weekdays, even when he was discussing official affairs, he was cold with the woman in front of him, and there was no kind of rhetoric with affinity among colleagues.

After all, he succumbed to the woman, how could he get used to it so quickly.

But indifference is indifference, some of the ways of being an official that Zheng Haizhu said, Hong Chengchou will still go to his heart.

He is not stupid, and after thinking about it, Zheng Haizhu does have more experience in dealing with the Son of Heaven, Quan Jue, and important ministers in the cabinet than him.

Hong Chengchou was listening sincerely, but when he saw that Shangguan did not continue the following, cai

He also reported: "However, I heard that the Tang report from Yang Junmen is that it is estimated that the Jin army will fight Fushun and Liaoyang again, and then Shenyang."

Zheng Haizhu thought for a while and pursed her lips slightly: "That is, Yang Lian doesn't know the hunter nature of ***, and it is easy to fall for them. Fortunately, the official of the military department is not Donglin. Hong Shaoqing, after I go to Daning Town, you are in Beijing, send me back in time to the situation outside the Guan, go to the Imperial Palace to play the Son of Heaven, and then stare at it to see if the Son of Heaven believes me and Xiong Shilang, or believes in Yang Junmen more."

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