When Zheng Zhibao's uncle and nephew returned to the city in a carriage, it was already dark.

"Asen, let's go, uncle will take you to a restaurant in the city to have a good meal."

Zheng Zhibao lowered the curtain of the carriage and said to Zheng Sen with a smile.

Zheng Sen had been in class for a day, and he wanted to go back to finish his schoolwork and rest early. But thinking that he hadn't seen his uncle for so many years, it was not appropriate to rashly refuse his kindness, so he nodded and agreed.

"Uncle, a few days ago I heard that my father fought in the name of His Majesty, how is the situation now? Is there any news coming back?"

Listening to the lively atmosphere of the market outside the carriage, Zheng Sen's thoughts drifted to his father, who had not seen him for a long time.

Due to the closed management of the military school, he was not very clear about his father's movements.

The last time I heard his news was from Zhang Zhiji's mouth, although he knew that his father was now in command of many people, and the Beijing camp sent by the imperial court was very strong, but after all, it was an expedition to another country, and he was still a little worried about his safety.

"The battle in Cochin went well, and your father swept all the way with his men, first destroying the Zheng clan, and then forcing the Nguyen clan to surrender. Now the entire Cochin is under the control of Da Ming. Your father has done a great job this time, and guess what reward His Majesty has given him?"

Speaking of this time, Zheng Zhibao's face was full of pride. Although he is not an eyewitness, he is also honored to have made such a great contribution to his eldest brother.

"Promoted, huh?"

"You know you guess not, huh? How do you know?"

"My father was only the first, and His Majesty has always valued overseas territories. In the future, whoever can expand the territory overseas for the Ming Dynasty will be favored by His Majesty. As long as you are loyal enough, as long as you can bring enough benefits to Daming, what is a title?"

Zheng Sen analyzed as a matter of course.

These are part of their learning, although he is not very old, but he already has a considerable understanding of the situation in the world today, as seeds, they will be released after maturity, to take root and grow in various places, blossom and bear fruit, and contribute to the strength of the Ming Dynasty.

"That's all taught in your school?" Zheng Zhibao asked in surprise.

"Yes, all the countries in this world, except for the Ming Dynasty, are imaginary enemies at the moment. Our teachers often say: the whole world is the enemy, and our generation should be self-reliant. Read for the rise of the Ming Dynasty! Practice martial arts for the strength of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Da Ming is not strong enough?"

"It's not enough, Daming should stand on top of the world and lead the development of the world! The rules of the world are set by the Ming Dynasty!"

Through the faint light coming from outside the carriage, Zheng Zhibao saw the frenzy on Zheng Sen's face.

Such an expression he had only seen on the faces of believers in some temples.

This is just him, how many people in the entire school have been receiving this kind of education for a long time, and what a strong spark will burst out in time, Zheng Zhibao dare not think.

The carriage soon arrived at the dining place set by Zheng Zhibao, and the restaurant was still lively at night, and the streets were also full of traffic. Zheng Zhibao liked this kind of prosperity, and he took Zheng Sen to sit down with him under the cordial greeting of his buddy, ordered a few signature dishes of the restaurant, and also ordered a pot of wine called Honghualang.

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During the banquet, he chatted with Zheng Sen while drinking.

For this nephew, who was just ten years old, the more he got to know him, the more surprised he became.

Amazed by his insight far beyond his peers, amazed by his ability to articulate himself, and amazed by his military acumen.

At this moment, Zheng Zhibao suddenly felt that he was a little sitting in the well and watching the sky, even if he had been drifting on the sea with his eldest brother since he was a child, and he had seen a lot of things. But I found that I thought it was a decaying capital, but I saw new things that I had never seen before, and I came into contact with advanced and aggressive ideas.

The way of the world has changed!

Zheng Zhibao, who was drunk eight taels, walked out of the restaurant with a slight drunkenness, looked at the street lamp and thought with some emotion.

When the meal was over, it was time to go home.

"Uncle, where is our house?"

"It's not far from here, it's only a moment away."

"Uncle, slow down."

Zheng Sen helped the somewhat drunk Zheng Zhibao into the carriage, and jumped up after talking to the groom.

The groom naturally knew where his home was, and after the two of them got into the car and finished it, he shouted and drove the carriage slowly in the direction of Luoma Hutong.

But as he walked, Zheng Sen realized that something was wrong.

Although the capital is not small, he has lived here for a few years, but he has also traveled all over it.

During the Chinese New Year, he also came here with Zhang Shize, and the two walked here at the end of the year.

It is said that His Majesty drove all the guilty ministers here, and the people in the vicinity gave this street a fall.

Zheng Sen watched the groom make a light turn, and walked into the Luoma Hutong with ease.

He lowered the curtain and wanted to ask Zheng Zhibao what the reason was, but Zheng Zhibao seemed to have fallen asleep.

With the merits and position of his father, how could he possibly live here? Since His Majesty gathered those people here, those good families have sold their houses and moved away, could it be that my father and they were deceived?

Still, someone in the family made a mistake and was punished.

"Master, young master, it's here."

While he was thinking, the carriage stopped, and the groom who drove the carriage said softly.

"Okay." Zheng Sen agreed, and began to call Zheng Zhibao, who fell asleep against the carriage.

"Huh? Arrived? Okay, get out of the car and go home."

As he spoke, Zheng Zhibao staggered to get out of the car, and almost fell, but fortunately was helped by the coachman.

Zheng Sen then jumped down, and as soon as he got out of the car, a smell of feces and urine came to his face.

What does it smell like?

Why does it stink so much!?

Not only him, but even Zheng Zhibao smelled it, and he had already drunk the wine, but when he was good, he turned over in his stomach and ran to the side and vomited.

At this time, Menzi heard the movement, and had already opened the door, looked at Zheng Zhibao, who was vomiting, and then looked at Zheng Sen. Then he understood what was going on, and ran over smartly.

"This is the young master studying at the military academy. The little one has been waiting here for a long time, please come in, and I will help the old man into the house. Ah San, you lead the way for the young master. Call the maid and wait for the young master to rest."

"Ah San, what's going on?" Zheng Sen finally knew the name of the coachman, looked at Zheng Zhibao, pointed to the feces and urine that were faintly visible at the door, and asked with a frown.

"This, young master, this has always been the case here."

"It's always been like this?"

"Yes, the other two are like that." Ah San pointed to the Zheng Mansion and the Ruan Mansion not far away.

"The other two are like that, too?"

Zheng Sen couldn't figure it out.

Even if all the people living here are guilty ministers, then can't every door be full of and urine, right?

What a fucking feud this is!?