Chapter seven hundred and twenty two.
No wonder Liu Rushi was disappointed. The Grand Secretary of this country complained to the monarch of another country in the face of his opponents. This secret letter came to Mao Jue, and he was speechless. Xin's literary cultivation was high enough. He quoted scriptures throughout the article, and was afraid that Mao Jue would not understand it and even looked at him. But this tone was like a young lady being bullied and complaining to a man and acting coquettishly.
A big white-bearded old man Qian Qianyi looked flushed, his inner thighs were clasped with small hands, and his standard Monroe bent over and sticked out his butt, which was disgusting Mao Jue retching.
But this matter is really interesting. Zhang Pu learned to send a newspaper by himself! He was so brave that he was going to fight with him. He threw Qian Qianyi's letter into the brazier. After thinking for a while, Mao Jue couldn't help but smile, and he casually pulled the bell.
Another red-haired and blue-eyed foreign girl came in, but it was not Adrena. It was also because Mao Jue didn't plan to be the prince to be the prince. This foreign girl actually got angry and made a strike, bringing the little prince, Henry Peter, Romeo, Wallenstein, and Mao Lai in Penglai and was not back. This head was used to having a foreign girl secretary. So, the foreign slave Serita, who had just entered the mansion, finally came in handy.
Of course, her rights were so smaller than Adrena that she could almost be ignored, so she could help Mao Jue get a document to send to various mailrooms.
However, compared to Adrena, this girl is really inappropriate. She finished writing this little brush with Mao Jue. Before she could get the package, the Spanish girl's curious little head had already come over.
"God! That gentry and noble leader is already going to attack you! Challenge your imperial power, why do you still ask the East India Company to give him financial support?"
It's not good to be too smart. This one is learned from the pinyin invented by a Dutch missionary, and the other one is compared with the simplified Chinese characters written by Mao Jue. Xiao Yangniu also recognizes about a thousand words. Listening to her screaming, Mao Jue's old face is depressed and she yells with gritting teeth.
"Who asked you to peek at the Imperial Secret? Is your butt itchy again?"
Thinking of the last time Mao Jue slapped her hands and felt a "Oriental Family Method", Serita blushed and her heartbeat was trembling, but that's all. After getting along, her view of Mao Jue changed. It was not that she had many female slaves as she imagined, and the fat, savage, tyrannical and domineering Arab bearded barbarian made Spanish girls much more courageous.
In the West, noble women also had certain power to participate in politics. If they could run to the Luzon colony, this girl obviously had some small rights, and she was too curious about everything about the Eastern Empire.
Deliberately pretending to be incomprehensible, Serita flashed with two pairs of long eyelashes and looked at herself innocently with a pure and innocent look on her face.
The emperor lost another point in his majesty, and this girl probably won't be able to leave the Forbidden City in her life, and she is not close to any forces, so it doesn't matter if she lets her know some secrets. After being defeated by this look of charm, Mao Jue sighed depressedly, and then explained with a bit of disgust: "This Zhang Pu is also like a woman, and she is screaming fiercely. You can try to make a real blow!"
"You didn't realize that Zhang Pu and these Zi Fushe have begun to imitate our Beiming!"
The gloomy and complacent look on his face became increasingly strong. Mao Jue smiled gloomy: "Now these businessmen can form a group and compete with the landlords and wealth of Donglin to equalize their wealth. In the future, the appetite of these merchants will be destined to be more open. If they are no longer satisfied with the political end, Donglin cannot give them the rights. I will give it! One day, these Southern Chambers of Commerce will make the right choice!"
With his chest straightened up on the chair, Mao Jue looked like a kingly aura that was no better than me. Sure enough, Serita, a little foreign girl, was shocked and raised her thumbs up.
"I once said: If you are old but not dead, you are a thief. Your Majesty, you are really an old thief!"
"That's!"
He squinted his eyes and watched the girl swaying her little butt and carrying the documents out. Then Mao Jue realized that something seemed wrong?
Unfortunately, Mao Jue didn't have time to stroke it. As soon as Serita left, the door was knocked open again. Listening to the panting sound, Mao Jue's liver was already so angry that he felt so painful. A few veins on his forehead exploded violently.
"Your teacher hasn't taught you, did you knock on the door before entering?"
Good guy, another one with a long wing! Without answering Mao Jue's question, the prince was furious and slapped an imperial edict on the table, clasped his fists and lowered his head, but his tone was irritable, shouting with a sense of blame.
"Your Majesty, you actually ordered peace with the thieves and rent land and pay the money from the thieves! Are you confused? It's time to send troops south. How can you let the thieves and thieves be on par with me as an equal to the Ming Dynasty? How do you think about the scholars in the world?"
"I care about them to die?"
As he slapped the table, Mao Jue also roared and pointed at the little bastard's nose and roared: "I only see that keeping these bandits can help me continue to waste the wealth of the landlords in Nanming, and renting land can also allow me, Beiming, to extend my tentacles into Huguang?"
"Did you not have a brain in doing things? Now that you have destroyed these thieves and let those landlords of Huguang come back with the guys, I'm as angry as yours?"
Still not convinced, his head was high, Mao Xingjian was full of anger, shook his head and sighed: "Meng said: A gentleman is towards righteousness, while a villain is towards profit! The king uses benevolence and righteousness to control the world! Your Majesty, you are simply unreasonable!"
"You kid is so fucking unsuccessful! I'm not as careful as I'm not as careful as I'm so calculating. My head is sharpened and I'm pushing my face as the sole of my shoe. Is your kid comfortable slapping his butt and sitting in the position of the prince? Now that my wings are hard, I'm teaching me a lesson!"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty said..."
"Zi said, "Your Majesty!"
The buzzing quarrel between the father and son, even the living room area downstairs could be heard clearly. Chen Jiao was frightened and accompanied by the king as if he was a tiger. He said that it was a tiger that was poisonous and would not eat his son. But who knew what would happen if he would annoy this world's biggest tiger? Mother's love is the greatest. In order to get to power, Wu Zetian killed several of his sons!
Putting down the embroidered lotus, Chen Jiao covered her head regretfully and muttered depressedly.
"Why did I ask those corrupt scholars for Jianer?!!!"
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Although the prince Mao Xingjian was opposed by the wall, the power was still in Mao Jue's hands. When Jiangnan and Zhang Pu were in a state of upside down, Song Daming, the royal diplomatic liar of Mao Jue, still returned from Wuchang with the contract comfortably.
Beiming and Dashun, make peace!
Mao Jue admitted that Liu Zongmin, the self-proclaimed Grand Marshal of the Heavenly Fumin, resigned from the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, the 7th Eighth Corps of the Xuzhou Army retreated fifty miles from Hefei, and the two sides officially opened border trade.
However, the most important thing in the contract is that Dashun allows Beiming merchants to form a group to come to Huguang to collect land! The harvest and Liu Zongmin share the accounts!
With the development of industry and commerce in Jiangnan, Suhu and Hu have evolved into the current Huguang and Huguang. Compared with the illusory New World, Huguang's land is more attractive to the Ming landlords and emerging businessmen, and can contract thousands of acres of land in Huguang. This news was put into Shanxi through the East India Company, which attracted a large number of Shanxi coal bosses to travel south with thick silver notes, which was much more popular than immigrants in the New World.
For Liu Zongmin, this is a poisonous candy bean! Dashun and other refugees finally drove the landlord Laocai from the land, and turned around and welcomed the capitalist of the Beiming who was almost the same as the landlord Laocai. Once they came in, Mao Jue still had a way out?
However, Liu Zongmin didn't have many choices. It was a little better in Li Zicheng's era. Liu Zongmin was not a local business at all. Since the autumn started, his territory has been expanded more than twice. However, the entire Huguang has been completely depressed. He was abandoned thousands of miles away and there were no people in a hundred miles away. He was unable to move forward and could not plunder the wealthy Jiangnan. Now he is consuming Zuo Liangyu's foundation. Shi Kefa is also smart, so he won't fight you! Anyway, I don't eat much of 70,000 or 80,000 people. If this continues, he will be hungry until next year.
The land was handed over to Mao Jue to take care of. At least he could make half of the harvest and he had the capital to continue playing. Anyway, the refugee army did not value the land very much, so Liu Zongmin also pinched his nose and ate the poisonous candy bean.
In December, the middle reaches of the Yangtze River have become lively for a long time. In winter, on the Yangtze River, which is in the dry season, one after another, a large wooden boat after another built a floating bridge several miles wide on the other side of Xiangyang. A vast crowd passed through the bridge. The Beiming finally went south. However, it was not the army that went south, but the merchants who were rich and rich but had no place to spend money! They were not here to conquer and rob, but to send money.
The merchants of Beiming were so blatant that they were just around Xiangyang City. They rushed over to the edge of cattle, horses and animals. The wire fence produced by Tieshan was removed. According to the contract, they directly circled private territory on the already empty fertile fields in front of the left-behind Dashun Army.
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During the cold little ice age, even Hubei in later generations had a layer of light snow. The city of Xiangyang City was whiter. In this white snow, a small white head was exposed on the city.
After a while, a shout sounded behind the little head.
"Huimei! Who told you to run around? Go back quickly!"
"But mother, there are so many fat sheep underneath!"
With his eyes fixed on the city, he looked down from the Xiangyang Wharf, and flocked cattle, horses and livestock, and fat businessmen, Li Huimei's saliva was almost flowing down.
The feelings of people in this era are far greater than those of men and women who hang love and love every day in later generations. Li Zicheng has been dead for more than three months, but Gao Guiying is still facing the sky, wearing a thick horse suit, and a green lamp and an ancient Buddha are mourning for her husband. Listening to Li Huimei's excited shouting, she couldn't help looking under the city wall. However, immediately, looking at the caravan, a black dragon and golden sun banner from the Dongjiang River. The female hero who had been traversing for more than 20 years also couldn't help but change her face. She pulled Li Huimei's hand and walked back quickly.
"Mom, slow down!"
Full of unwillingness, he pressed against the city wall while Li Huimei tried her best to stretch her neck and looked down hard to look down at the fun.
Coincidentally, in the caravan, a young man driving the horses turned his head away with some feeling and happened to see Li Huimei's little head. This boy was also a newborn calf and was not afraid of tigers. He actually made a thumbs up, opened his mouth and had a white teeth, and smiled heavily at the daughter of the King of Breaking.
"snort!"
Li Huimei proudly turned her head back to her nostrils, but after a while, she couldn't help but attract the excitement and looked over again.
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The world is so vast that when Mao Jue made a fortune in the East, the West was also operating.
Known as the city of the world, on the banks of the Seine, facing the colorful snowflakes, the wild Parisians started another day of hard work with a funny wool wig. As for the brightly dressed nobles, they were roaming around in carriages, looking for new targets for hunting or kids, the gap between the rich and the poor, and this is the case in the world.
In front of the Palace of Versailles, which is full of majesty and romantic, there is a gray carriage that is much smaller and simple than the French carriage. It is parked in the middle of a pile of French nobles with gold plated and decorated with oriental silk. It is like the difference between a village woman and a noble lady. In the sneer of the French nobles, wearing an old tuxedo and an undecorated jazz hat, an equally inconspicuous old man jumped out of the car.
"Dear Sir Cohen, the ever-shining sun, the noble Majesty Louis XIII has been waiting for you for a long time!"
Just like the southerners and northerners in the Ming Dynasty, they looked down on each other. When they listened awkwardly to the French that was extremely rich in Latin, Cohen felt his throat tied up.
"Silly and exaggerated Frenchman!"
He cursed heavily in his heart. The 17th Dutch shareholder Jazz, who had traveled thousands of miles from Asia, had no mood to enjoy the scenery. He hurriedly followed the Italian housekeeper into Versailles. On both sides of the road, musketeers wearing red hats and white military uniforms blew the French trombone in turn. In the big garden next to the white palace, Louis XIII, dressed like a big shemale, came over with a wineglass and laughed.
"My dear Dutch jazz, what wind blows you back from the warm Pacific Ocean to Paris?"
"A business, your majesty!"
Chapter completed!