Chapter 820 As you wish, as you wish
Seven of the nine gangsters were killed, and the remaining two knelt on the ground trembling.
"Are these the bandits?" Old Bear's act of drinking secretly was discovered by his grandson. After signing a series of unequal treaties, he walked out of the lobby contentedly, looking at the two bandits curiously.
"That's all!" Xiong Jia was a little disappointed.
Everyone came out and commented on the two bandits.
Xu Wei did not move, and sneered at Hu Zongxian: "These people are pretending to be calm. I bet someone will vomit later."
The cold wind blew the smell of blood into the crowd.
"vomit!"
Someone vomited violently, and said with tears in his eyes: "I can't handle the alcohol!"
Human blood smells the most stinky, and most of the people present were trying to remain calm.
"vomit!"
In a flash, there were more than ten people who were "not good at drinking". Jiang Qingzhi smiled and asked the cook to prepare a hangover soup, "Everyone, go back and continue drinking."
The guests ran faster than rabbits. Fu Cheng gave Mo Zhan a look, and Mo Zhan and his guards dragged the thief's body out of the gate.
The people from the Eastern Depot and the Embroidered Uniform Guard looked at each other in bewilderment.
"There really is a thief!"
"We just...seemed to have done nothing."
How should you answer when Rui Jingxian and Lu Bing ask you about this later?
We are just watching the show.
Rui Jingxian could beat the eunuch leading the team into a pig's head with poison, and Lu Bing could whip the deputy captain leading the team half to death with a whip.
What a great opportunity!
As long as you lend a hand and kill a thief, it is all human nature!
How difficult is it to make Jiang Qingzhi owe you a favor? The opportunity has finally come, but you idiots just sit back and watch the show?
"Everyone, there are wine and food prepared over there, please come in." Sun Bu Tong came over with a smile.
The two team leaders had no appetite for drinking, so they immediately found an excuse and left with their men.
Fu Cheng watched them go out and shouted, "Hurry up and clean up the bloodstains, so as not to offend the young master!"
The servants swept the place quickly and sprayed a lot of perfumed dew lavishly.
The wet nurse came carrying the young uncle.
Behind him were several palace servants carrying swords, looking very imposing.
The nurse entered the hall and squatted down, "Meet the uncle."
She straightened up and handed over the swaddling clothes.
Jiang Qingzhi took the swaddling clothes and saw his son's eyes wide open, as if he was looking at him curiously, and he was very happy.
"Hurry up and show me!" Xiong Jia came over, and Jiang Qingzhi said with disdain, "You reek of alcohol."
"When Dalang was one month old, I used the tip of my chopsticks to dip into the wine and fed him a mouthful. Now that he has grown up, he can drink a lot. Why don't you try it too?"
Jiang Qingzhi sighed, "Children's livers are not fully developed, so they will be poisoned."
Xiong Jia laughed, "You've been so careful that you've turned yourself into a quail. What's the point of coming to this world?"
Ok!
In terms of open-mindedness, Jiang Qingzhi is far inferior to this old man. Just then, Xia Yan came in, his face was flushed, but Jiang Qingzhi caught a glimpse of his feet trembling.
"Mr. Xia is truly amazing!"
"Today Mr. Xia killed the thief with his own hands, and tomorrow someone in the teahouse will definitely compile a story about him."
"Mr. Xia's actions will go down in history!"
People like Xia Yan might be written into biographies by future generations, and his act of killing the bandit with his own hands today will surely be heavily recorded.
In the early winter of the 30th year of the Jiajing reign, there was a full-moon banquet for the eldest son of the Changwei Earl. There was a sudden attack by thieves, and Xia Yan killed one of them with his own hands.
Niubi not?
In an instant, Xia Yan's legs stopped shaking and he walked with more energy.
"It's just a matter of convenience." Xia Yan came over, glanced at Dapeng, and said kindly: "When the child grows up, I will teach him to read."
The guests all looked at each other in a strange way.
Xia Yan personally taught this child, this child is so lucky.
When he grows up, even if he has mediocre talents, people will look at him differently just because of Xia Yan's enlightenment experience.
It's like if a child in the future was taught by a certain prime minister in person during the first three years of elementary school. If this gets out, how many people would think this child is extraordinary?
This is the aura of celebrity.
But Xia Yan is not only a celebrity, this big guy is also very talented. He personally taught Dapeng, and the effect...
Jiang Qingzhi held up the swaddling clothes. "This is my son."
The child looked at the guests in his cradle with clear eyes, and he didn't notice the uneasiness of many people at all.
"A talent for a great general!"
"Stay calm!"
“This is a talent!”
The guests present were either high-ranking officials or dignitaries, and they all had their own aura. A one-month-old baby... It was said that the child's five senses were the most acute, and he could sense auras that ordinary people could not.
But Dapeng still looked at the guests calmly, without even a flicker on his little face.
He was held high by his father, looking down at the crowd.
Sun Chonglou said outside the door: "Bobo, what does the young master's eyes look like?"
Bol folded his arms, "It's like...looking down on everyone."
"What's the child's name?" Xiong Jia asked.
"Jiang Yi!"
"Jiang Yi, what a good name!"
"What a good young uncle!"
Someone said: "This boy has Mr. Xia personally teaching him the art of war and Mohist philosophy. I think he will surpass his teachers. Our Ming Dynasty will have one more famous general in the future... It's cause for celebration!" Everyone raised their glasses to congratulate.
Jiang Qingzhi held the child and said, "I don't have any plans for the child's future."
Everyone was stunned. Wang Yiqi put down his wine glass and said, "Are you hesitating between civil and military career? Yes, it's good to be a civil servant, but it's a pity."
"Yes! Master's military tactics are unparalleled. Wouldn't it be a pity if no one inherits it?"
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "Those who learn martial arts are all heirs."
Everyone was stunned, thinking, would you really teach all your military tactics to those students?
These days, generals and military heroes who understand the art of war regard it as a family heirloom, a treasure that will bring wealth and honor to their descendants. It is a must to pass it down to sons rather than daughters, and as for teaching it to outsiders...
Think more.
So Jiang Qingzhi's words made everyone disagree.
At this time, Wang Yiqi said, "The last time I went to the martial arts school, I heard that Chang Wei Bo analyzed all his past fighting experiences and taught them to the students. He taught them everything he knew."
The guests' eyes looked strange again.
"Chang Wei Bo, when will the martial arts school recruit students?"
"Yes! I have a useless grandson at home. I will send him to a martial arts school. It's up to Long Weibo to do it. Just don't beat him to death."
Jiang Qingzhi looked at Wang Yiqi with a smile, thinking that Wang's assist was timely.
If we want these people to follow the new policy closely, it is not enough to rely on the deterrence of Emperor Jiajing, we must also have carrots.
"That's easy to say, but I still say that if you want to enter the martial arts school, you have to pass the exam." Jiang Qingzhi threw out the ugly words in front of him. Seeing that some people disagreed, Hu Zongxian said, "The son of Xianzhang Hou also wanted to enter the martial arts school. He was tested by the uncle in person. He felt that he was not sure about passing the exam, so he said that he would go back to practice hard and study hard, and then go to the martial arts school to register next year."
Du He is a staunch member of Chiang Kai-shek's party. His sons all have to take exams. As for the child you are waiting for...if he is good enough, send him to school. If not, just forget about it!
Most of the guests sat down immediately. Some expressed regret, some were in deep thought, and probably were preparing to go back and hire someone to teach their children.
"That's Long Wei's military strategy. If we can learn even a little bit of it..."
"I will be safe for the rest of my life."
"However, Long Wilbur's actions are too... well, too selfless. Has he ever thought about leaving something for his own children?"
Jiang Qingzhi certainly thought about it. He could leave a lot of things for his children, including the knowledge systems of future generations and things about space.
Even after a hundred years, those few small machine tools are still like magical artifacts.
There is a saying in later generations that one wins at the starting line. Compared with those people, while others were still waiting for the starting gun to sound at the starting line, the young master had already run away and disappeared.
The taillights were not visible.
How does this compare?
What kind of military strategy!
The most important thing in military strategy is to teach by example.
The so-called master leads the door, and cultivation depends on the individual.
This seems to make sense, but in reality the master does not have the time to serve you slowly. You should choose a place to be beaten by society and hone your skills, and then you will become a master.
"Dapeng!" Jiang Qingzhi looked at his son with a smile. Dapeng was struggling and babbling in the cradle.
"Master!" Fu Cheng came in, "Someone is coming from the palace."
Everyone was startled.
When the minister's child was one month old, even if it was Yan Song, the old Yan no longer had this function. Even when Yan Shifan's son was one month old, no one in the palace would say a word.
This young master is one month old...is Your Majesty going to make an exception?
Who comes is crucial!
Under everyone's attention, Huang Jin walked into the lobby.
He smiled and said, "Where is the child? Let us see."
Jiang Qingzhi said: "Old Huang, here it is!"
Old Huang… The guests looked at Huang Jin with envy. He didn’t care about the title at all. He walked over with a smile, took the swaddling clothes and looked at it. “He is really full of energy.”
As he spoke, Huang Jin held the swaddling clothes in one hand. Seeing Jiang Qingzhi's worry, he said, "We also held a prince in our arms back then."
The way this man held the baby looked unprofessional, but considering their long-term friendship, Jiang Qingzhi was not going to expose him!
Huang Jin's eyes were gentle, and he said softly: "Grow up well, and everything will go smoothly from now on."
As he spoke, he turned around, took the brocade box from the eunuch, and said, "Your Majesty wanted to come in person..."
The guests were already numb at this point, thinking that if the Taoist priest came in person, this child would probably make a big fuss in the future.
He can’t escape the title of the capital’s number one young master.
As long as Jiang Qingzhi does not make any mistakes and the new policy does not fail, who will dare to stop this young master from running rampant in the capital?
"Who knew that His Royal Highness Prince Jing was feeling unwell..."
Some people laughed, and everyone was thinking, after all, King Jing is his biological son, and this one is his cousin's son, so there is a difference in our relationship.
Huang Jin looked at all these people with a smile, "His Majesty is worried that the disease will be passed on to the child, so he asked us to mix a few glasses of wine. However, the wine is delicious, but the gift must be brought."
Guests: "..."
Jiang Qingzhi took the brocade box and opened it.
This gift also represents Dao Ye’s expectation for the child.
“It’s Yu Ruyi!”
Inside the brocade box was a pair of jade ruyi.
"As you wish, as your heart wishes."
Gee!
The guests looked at the child with increasingly passionate eyes.
Xu Wei chuckled and said, "Old Hu, if you miss this day, believe it or not, there will be many people trying to form a marriage alliance."
"letter."
Sun Chonglou shouted, "May everything go well for you, young master!"
The guests raised their glasses.
"Congratulations, sir!"
Jiang Qingzhi raised his glass.
He felt a door slowly opening.
Walking through this gate, there are wars, intrigues, life and death, and countless friendships...
"May everything go smoothly for this Ming Dynasty!"
(End of this chapter)
