Chapter 333: Completely Different Power
"Traveling?"
"Yes, Long Wilbur said that the treasure is not suitable for display in the city."
"Big?"
"It's not a big thing, but Long Wilbur said it made quite a noise."
Tsk!
The Taoist felt that he seemed to have been leaving the palace too often recently.
"father."
The little cotton-padded jacket came with a food box, "Dad, my cousin's cook made this chicken, he said it was some kind of Imperial Concubine Chicken."
Huang Jin coughed dryly, suggesting that the name was inappropriate.
Dao Ye asked, "But what about the story of the drunken concubine?"
It turns out that I am uneducated... Huang Jin, who claims to have read a lot, couldn't help feeling ashamed.
"Yes! The name was given by my cousin. It comes from the story of the drunken concubine."
"Taste it."
Changle opened the food box, and inside was a large porcelain bowl with a lid wrapped in cotton wool.
When you open the lid, an enticing aroma hits you.
Huang Jin ordered people to prepare food. He stood outside the palace and called his confidant to tell him, "Your Majesty has not had a good appetite recently. From now on, whenever you see the princess bringing food, hurry up and prepare food."
"Yes."
The Taoist priest practiced fasting a few days ago, but after the fasting his appetite was not very good and he lost a lot of weight.
"It tastes like alcohol." The Taoist squinted his eyes and tasted the chicken. He took another sip of the soup and sighed, "The Mo family has been dormant for many years and is extremely bored. Making some delicious food for myself can be considered a way to comfort myself!"
The food was served, and the Taoist had a big appetite today, even eating two steamed buns. Huang Jin was very happy, but worried that he had eaten too much, so he was about to persuade him, but the Taoist put down his chopsticks and watched Changle eat with a smile.
After dinner, Changle accompanied the Taoist priest for a walk to help digest the food, and then left.
Huang Jin watched her walk down the stairs and also saw Rui Jingxian walking quickly towards him.
"Greetings, Princess!" Rui Jingxian bowed to Changle very respectfully.
Changle nodded and then walked away.
Who is this for?
Huang Jin snorted coldly, and his confidant said, "Rui Jingxian didn't even show courtesy when he saw Prince Yu before, but now he is arrogant at first and respectful later. He is really shameless."
Compared with Prince Yu, Changle used to be an obscure person among the obscure ones, and no one cared about him.
"This is fate." Huang Jin said with a double meaning.
Rui Jingxian went up the steps and asked, "Is your Majesty here?"
Huang Jin nodded.
Rui Jingxian immediately asked for a meeting.
"Your Majesty, Chang Wei Bo has created some kind of forbidden area at home. There have been some strange noises every day these past few days. It's like..." Rui Jingxian thought for a while, "The sound of "dudududu" continues, as if someone is beating something, but the sound never changes. No matter how strong a person is, he can't last that long..."
"What do you want to say?" asked the Taoist.
Rui Jingxian said: "I was wondering if I could give it a try."
He looked at the Taoist priest, waiting for instructions.
The Imperial Guards supervised all officials and were known as the emperor's lackeys, while the Eastern Depot was the emperor's servant.
Slaves do things differently from lackeys; everything they do is based on their master's preferences and honor.
"No need." Taoist said lightly.
Rui Jingxian was a little disappointed. After he left, he turned around and said to Huang Jin, "We are not doing this for ourselves. Although Chang Wei Bo is trusted by His Majesty, His Majesty does not know many things about the Mohist School. The East Factory has an obligation to do this, but unfortunately His Majesty is unwilling to do so."
At this moment, outside Xin'an Lane, several good men from the East Factory were waiting for Rui Jingxian's instructions. Once the Taoist nodded, these people would sneak into the mansion and investigate the secrets of the forbidden area in the backyard.
"Don't be curious about many things." Huang Jin sent him away with just one sentence and went back.
Daoye was reading a book. Hearing the voice, he asked, "What did Rui Jingxian say?"
"He said that Your Majesty should be in control of everything. And the Mohists..."
"It is absurd to want to control everything." Dao Ye said calmly: "A timid emperor would like to know what his subjects eat for three meals a day, what they say every day, how much money they have at home... He would like to know everything about each of his subjects, and even want to know what they are thinking."
Huang Jin laughed and said, "People's hearts are hidden in their stomachs!"
"Take Yan Song for example. I know what he is thinking, but I don't try to figure it out. It's not that I don't want to, but I just don't want to." The Taoist said, "Qingzhi has even created a forbidden area at home, which shows that the treasure is extraordinary. I... look forward to it."
Outside Xin'an Lane, several good men from the East Factory were sitting at a stall eating noodles.
The three of them ate and talked in low voices, looking calm.
"If you take action tonight, be careful of Sun Chonglou."
"Yes! We also need to keep an eye on Mo Zhan."
"Mo Zhan's swordsmanship is amazing. It is said that several Jinyiwei have lost their lives to him."
"Just sneak in quietly."
"The factory supervisor said that if you can find out the truth, you will be promoted three levels."
"Level 3..."
The three of them exchanged glances and saw the ambition in each other's eyes.
Who doesn’t want to get promoted and make money!
One person quietly walked behind the three people and said, "Go back!"
The three of them were startled.
"Pity."
"My level three!"
After the three people paid and left, the stall owner handed the business over to his wife and then went to the uncle's house.
"I pretended to be careless, but I vaguely heard something about a promotion to the third level, something about the truth, and something about a factory and a supervisor..."
"Thank you very much." Sun Bu Tong took out the copper coins, and the vendor waved his hand hastily, "If it weren't for you, my lord, I wouldn't be able to continue my business. It's just a matter of convenience. If I ask for the reward, what would I become? Absolutely not!"
At that time, when the people from the Military Affairs Department were preparing to clear out the hawkers outside Xin'an Lane at the request of an official, it was Jiang Qingzhi who stopped them.
Sun Bu Tong reported the news to Xu Wei.
"They are from the East Factory."
Xu Wei sneered, "My uncle once said that Huang Jin knew when to advance and when to retreat, but Rui Jingxian was greedy. When the people from the East Factory arrived at my doorstep, I should have treated them well. What a pity."
……
On the second day, the weather was nice, cloudless and quite cool.
When Jiang Qingzhi entered the palace, he happened to meet the Taoist priest having breakfast.
"All the officials are waiting!" said Jiang Qingzhi.
"Let them wait." Dao Ye asked, "Have you eaten?"
"I ate...but I'm not full." Jiang Qingzhi saw a dish of roasted lamb and couldn't help feeling hungry again.
The Taoist priest looked at him and pushed the plate of roasted lamb over to him. Jiang Qingzhi ate a lot and burped after finishing it. The Taoist priest asked, "Are you full?"
"full!"
"Where's the baby?"
"Outside the palace."
"If that thing is unbearable and eats my..."
"I promise to spit it back for you."
The Taoist pointed at him, stood up and said, "Change your clothes and get ready to go."
"Dad, I'll go too." Changle looked at the Taoist eagerly.
Dao Ye frowned, "That's all."
So when the ministers saw Emperor Jiajing, they discovered that there was a young eunuch beside him.
It looks a little unfamiliar.
"Qingzhi!" Zhu Xizhong had arrived a long time ago and was eating a fried cake. After seeing Jiang Qing, he ate the remaining fried cake in a few bites, drank a sip of soy milk, and burped.
"Yesterday someone asked to see your sister-in-law and praised Dalang for his intelligence, saying that... a great scholar had taken a liking to Dalang and was willing to take him as his disciple."
Zhu Xizhong sneered, "If it doesn't work openly, then try covertly. I didn't expect your sister-in-law to be so upset and immediately order someone to send the guest away. The person was still reluctant to leave, and kept chattering about how Dalang studied with you and was accepted as a disciple of the Mohist school. The Duke's Mansion should think carefully about what consequences will be caused if a Mohist disciple takes charge of the Duke's Mansion from now on... Your sister-in-law was angry and ordered someone to throw her out."
"This is still a way to clip the wings." Jiang Qingzhi sneered, "Don't pay attention, they are coming."
Wang Yiqi smiled from a distance and said, "It seems like it was the beginning of autumn yesterday? The weather is nice and clear, it's the perfect time to go out for a trip. I heard that Long Wei Bo is good at food, so we're in for a treat today."
Jiang Qingzhi was in charge of the outing, and he was followed by two carriages and two cooks.
"Those people say that the Mohist School is self-defeating and extremely simple, but this great man is greedy and never tired of eating. It can be seen that after lying dormant for many years, the Mohist School has changed a lot."
"That's right. Long Wilbur has even been to a brothel."
"But he always wore cloth clothes."
Someone simply asked directly: "Long Wilbur often wears cloth clothes, but is it a Mohist rule?"
Jiang Qingzhi glanced at the man, sensed hostility, and laughed, "Silk and satin are extremely smooth, but in terms of comfort, they are still cloth."
The man sneered and was about to continue to argue when he heard Daoye slowly say, "Indeed."
As he spoke, the Taoist shook his sleeves.
Only then did everyone realize that the Taoist robe that the Taoist wore all year round was actually cloth?
The Taoist glanced at his ministers, and his expression, like a god looking down on mortals, made it possible for people to read the meaning behind his words.
——A bunch of country bumpkins!
The journey was grand and when they reached the outside of the city, the sun was shining brightly, there was green grass nearby and mountains in the distance. All the ministers were inspired to write poems and lyrics.
Three miles out of the city, turn left.
The road was becoming more and more desolate. Wang Yiqi asked with a smile, "Where are you going to sell us to, Long Wei Bo?"
Jiang Qingzhi said: "Overseas!"
Everyone laughed.
Turn right ahead and the view will suddenly open up.
This is an open space with woods on both sides. More than a hundred guards are waiting, and dozens of craftsmen are working on something on a wall.
"Why are there still sheep? Are they going to roast them today?" Someone saw the sheep.
"Chang Wei Bo, there are a lot of things accumulated in the court. If you have any treasures, take them out quickly!"
An official said in a seemingly gentle tone.
"Yes! Take it out and let us have a look, so we can eat and drink with peace of mind, right?"
"..."
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "Just be patient."
He turned around and ordered, "Shitou, dig holes in the wall and bury those things just like we did in Altan."
"There are quite a few."
Sun Chonglou went over and talked to the craftsmen.
"Small things."
After some operations, Sun Chonglou placed a few more packages among the sheep and pulled out the lead...
At this time, Chen He, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, asked, "What is Chang Wei Bo going to do? Is he going to perform a ritual?"
"Hahahaha!"
Except for Zhu Xizhong, all the people who came today were civil officials. Most of them were hostile to the Mohist school, and they couldn't help laughing when they heard this.
"The Mo family has been dormant for these years. Could it be that they have learned some magic? If so, I'd like to open my eyes today!"
"Long Wilbur, when does it start? I can't wait."
"..."
Jiang Qingzhi said calmly: "Stand back."
As he said this he took the lead and stepped back.
"Isn't it just gunpowder? I once lit it myself and it killed people? What a joke!" The official stood still and waved: "Everyone, come closer to the fun."
Gunpowder was not a rare thing for Ming officials. Gunpowder was used in actual combat in the early Song Dynasty. After the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, the Shenjiying of the capital followed Emperor Chengzu in five northern expeditions and made many contributions. However, the power of gunpowder at that time was quite impressive. As a propellant, it was just barely powerful. As an explosive, its power was really not enough.
"At first, some people suggested using gunpowder to defend the city. The Armory made a few, but when they tested it, they couldn't even kill a sheep. It was so funny," an official laughed.
"You will bear the consequences at your own risk!" Jiang Qingzhi said coldly.
"If you can still kill me from such a distance, I will die without regrets."
Jiang Qingzhi looked coldly at the officials walking over.
"Sun Bu Tong, shield."
Sun Bu Tong held the shield in front of Taoist Master.
Dao Ye said calmly: "It seems that this treasure is not bad."
Jiang Qingzhi also picked up a shield.
The officials looked back and some of them felt uneasy, "How about... go back?"
"What are you afraid of? I've seen the so-called magic in the past, and it was all a scam." The official sneered.
"Stone."
"Hey!"
"ignition!"
"okay!"
After Sun Chonglou lit the fuse, he turned around and ran away.
A group of people watched as the fuse began to emit smoke and stretched all the way...
"boom!"
(End of this chapter)
