After Feng Sheng's story was finished, the audience couldn't help themselves, and they clamored for Lao Zhangtou to tell a few more stories.

The protagonists of these stories include the princes and nobles who are now in high positions and are well-known in the market, as well as the heroes and martyrs who failed to accompany Lao Zhu to the founding of the country and suddenly collapsed in the middle of the road, and even some ordinary people's soldiers. What they all have in common is that for some reason, they have witnessed or experienced the suffering of the people, and they all have made a great wish to save the people.

In these stories, Lao Zhu and the Ming army, like the Bodhisattva and the savior, have the same desire to unite them and make them an invincible team.

"No wonder our Emperor Hongwu is a cowherd baby, and finally he can take the world...... How could such a benevolent and righteous teacher not be able to win the world? Someone in the audience shouted.

This sentence immediately resonated with many other listeners. "Who's to say it isn't!" An old man with a white beard immediately said excitedly: "If you want me to say, such an army should be a real army!" ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, little old man, I am seventy and two this year, and I have experienced the days of the previous yuan. Those officers and soldiers of the former yuan...... What kind of officers and soldiers are they called! The thieves are a little more humane than them! ”

"The thieves came, and they left a bag of brown rice for the little old man. Yuan Gouzi came to collect grain, but he didn't leave a grain of chaff for the little old man! ”

"Xiao Lao'er's eldest son was going to sue the official, but he was directly killed by the generals in the group of Yuan Tartars...... Even the little old man was almost killed by them! You say, such officers and soldiers, are they called officers and soldiers? When the old man said this, he seemed to think of the unbearable days of the past, beating his chest and grieving.

"Don't scream! What kind of officers and soldiers can this be called! "Grandma, this is a bunch of brutes!" ", it's that group of dog officers and soldiers, so that people can't live, otherwise, why should our Grandpa Hongwu oppose the Yuan!" All of a sudden, the crowd was furious.

"If you want the little old man to say, this soldier who has no people in his heart, then he won't call it a soldier! If you don't want to help the people, then it's not a general! ”

"What is the difference between thieves and officials? Officers and soldiers, it is my peace and tranquility in China, thieves, that is a group of locusts full of looting! Why can our Grandpa Hongwu's army recover China, isn't it because everyone has the people in their hearts and the country in their hearts? ”

"Then again, such soldiers, such generals, are worthy of the trust and trust of our ordinary people. These soldiers fought bloody battles with their heads, so that we have a good life now. We have to respect such soldiers, don't you say? ”

"Well said!" "That's exactly what happened!" "The old man is right! We're not white-eyed wolves......" The audience echoed again.

"The old man suggested, let's send a letter to Grandpa Hongwu and ask him to build a temple for the soldiers, how about it?"

"That's a good idea!" "Wonderful! Set up a shrine for the soldiers! "Such a benevolent and righteous teacher must be immortalized!" All of a sudden, the discussion was hot.

Feng Sheng was in the middle of it, his face was strange. Others don't know, doesn't he know yet? At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, most of those generals were ruffians, and if it were not for the emperor's military law, they would be no different from the Yuan army or other rebel armies.

In the early years, the princes and nobles did not swallow the people's land and oppress the people, if it were not for the emperor who confiscated the iron coupons of the nobles' Danshu with a copper gui, these nobles were not afraid of heaven and earth, but they were afraid that they would all go to the moon for nine days.

These storytellers even said that they were all teachers of benevolence and righteousness, and they also wanted to set up a shrine for them...... This sense of separation really makes people like Feng Sheng feel very strange.

After this weirdness, Feng Sheng began to think about the deep meaning of Xie Jin, Fang Xiaoru and others doing this. What is the use of giving them these noble ancestral halls?

Is it difficult to do it, do you want to praise first and then depreciate?

Feng Sheng frowned deeply, only to feel puzzled. He frowned and thought about it, but unexpectedly, it attracted the attention of a tea customer. The listener looked at the treasure knife hanging from his waist, thought for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Hey, this brother, but I'm a lieutenant general of the Ming Army?" ”

"Huh?" Feng Sheng suddenly came back to his senses and looked at the knife on his waist. This knife is the standard sword of the Ming officers, the prototype is the Damascus scimitar brought back by Zhu Su and Zhu Di from Samarkand, and the Damascus steel that later made this kind of scimitar became the tribute that the three major sultanates of Central Asia needed to pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty.

This kind of steel knife is incomparably sharp, but it is not easy to build, Lao Zhu then gave it as a reward to the meritorious officer, and the left and right sides of the scabbard were engraved with the words "Gong Shen Wuji, Ming Yongchang". Wearing this knife, a discerning person can see at a glance that he must be a meritorious soldier in the Ming army.

The voice of the tea guest also attracted the attention of the others, and a group of people saw Feng Sheng's fierce face, wearing a long knife at his waist, and his face was majestic, indeed like a general, so they surrounded him with excitement.

"The general fought bravely to kill the enemy for our people, which is really admirable, and we should give the general a bow ......"

"Ah, there are even generals in the army who are so subdued...... Dr. Tea, I invited this general to this table of tea! ”

"I don't know which general is in my Ming Army? Can you tell me your name......

"Ah, isn't this General Feng of Song Guogong? I once saw the general outside the Song State Mansion......"

Hearing that he was Feng Sheng in the story, a group of people came over more enthusiastically, and Feng Sheng and his soldiers were well-informed, and they were also panicked for a while. But the people have no ill will, and they don't want to reprimand.

Surrounded by these enthusiastic people, Feng Sheng spent a lot of effort to get out of the encirclement, the hats and buns on the heads of a group of people were already messed up, and their hands and arms were also stuffed with eggs, pastries and other things that the enthusiastic people had forced into them.

"Really...... These people are even more difficult than the thousands of troops and horses of the Northern Yuan! Some soldiers smiled bitterly, but the depths of their eyebrows and eyes were full of color.

“…… Let's go home. Feng Shengdao. Obviously, such a strong trend of public opinion must be instigated by someone behind the scenes.

It's just that what is the reason for these people to incite this kind of public opinion? Feng Sheng still didn't understand.

In this way, two days later, Feng Sheng had to put aside his doubts and prepare to concentrate on dealing with the turmoil in the court.

Since you can't understand it, then you still do what you originally envisioned. He believed that the joint efforts of his martial artists would definitely prompt the imperial court to send troops to Qiandi, so that these martial artists would have another big cake......

(End of chapter)