Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 96 The Old Routine

"My body is in good health, and my monthly income is several. After a few months, I will go home and get married, don't worry..."

Zhang Daoku held the pen, buried his head on the table, and wrote vigorously.

In front of him, soldiers lined up one by one, dictating continuously, and then being written by him.

"Chenghui, eighteen coppers!"

Zhang Daoku laughed.

"Zhang Daochang, you are too dark-hearted, and you have to say every word."

The soldier said with an unhappy face.

"What do you mean, pen and ink don't cost money? Paper doesn't cost money? One word, one big word, it's already very cheap."

Zhang Daoku said with a proud face: "I'm still taking advantage of you, take it, and continue later."

Suddenly, the team paused for a long time before it sounded.

"Taking the opportunity to make money, what is the crime?"

"Are you not a letter?"

As soon as Zhang Daoku raised his head, he almost lost his soul in an instant.

"Will, will, general—"

He stood up trembling, and then smiled obsequiously: "Why are you here? Sit down quickly, don't be tired."

"I'm bothering you. I wrote letters for everyone and even charged money."

Zhu Yixi was condescending and sighed: "It seems that my salary is gray hair, so take it back!"

"How is this possible."

Zhang Daoku was in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "It's because I drank too much wine, I was deceived, General, don't blame me."

With his expression unchanged, Zhang Daoku became cruel, leaned closer and said, "Why don't you hit me a few times? Don't deduct my money!"

"Spanking is okay—"

When there was no response, he pouted his butt again and shook it.

"Snapped--"

Zhu Yixi kicked him directly, making him jump forward, and almost fell to the ground.

"never mind."

Zhu Yixi shook his head and said with a broken smile, "You old Taoist priest, you got into the eyes of money."

"I'm not here to build a Taoist temple! For me to send the future, what is a little shame?"

Zhang Daoku spoke uprightly, with the appearance of sacrificing himself for others and showing no pity for himself.

"Bah, you're greedy for money."

Zhu Yixi pierced his veil without hesitation, and then said with a smile: "Don't write letters recently, go to the new barracks, and teach those rough men who can't read a basket of big characters how to read."

"Please forgive me!"

Hearing this task, Zhang Daoku's face changed suddenly: "Those rough guys don't know farts. I'm tired and vomiting blood, and I can't teach you, General, have pity on me!"

As he said that, he handed over his hands and became pitiful.

Looking at the unshaven old man, pouting and opening his eyes to act cute, Zhu Yixi felt disgusted.

"Okay, okay." Zhu Yixi quickly waved his hands, and said casually: "Well, you can go to various temples and Taoist temples in Hanzhong, and go for alms."

"Ah?" Zhang Daoku was really dumbfounded, he said with a puzzled face, "Alms for alms? Isn't that something that monks ask for money from ordinary people? How can anyone ask for money from monks?"

"You said that."

Zhu Yixi stared at his small eyes and quickly criticized:
"The rise and fall of this world, how can monks be missed? How can temples and Taoist temples rise without the offerings of the people?"

"Furthermore, aren't monks always compassionate?"

"If thieves invaded Hanzhong, wouldn't it be a waste of life? They contributed gold and silver, and our army recruited and bought horses. With sufficient strength, we will naturally be able to resist foreign enemies and keep one side safe."

After some words, although it is absurd, it just happens to be rounded up.

Zhang Daoku felt it made sense, but he had a headache and said: "General, the monks are all naked and have very little money. Besides, I am a Taoist priest, so I'm afraid it will be inconvenient to find a monk!"

"In this case, the Taoist priest can only be wronged."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yixi shook his head and sighed, "Then deduct half a year's salary from you!"

"Wait." Zhang Daoku hurriedly raised his head and said seriously, "General, monks treat money like dung. I think everyone is willing to contribute to Hanzhong."

"That's good." Zhu Yixi nodded in relief, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "I knew that you are dedicated to the public. In the future, I will present to the court and give you a real title."

"Oh, thank you General." Zhang Daoku showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Deng deng deng-"

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps.

Looking up, I saw that kid Sun Lin running over panting: "Brother-in-law..."

"Huh?" Sun Xuan, the personal guard at the side, stared hurriedly.

"In the army, don't associate with me."

Zhu Yixi waved his hands hurriedly, seeing his anxious appearance, he couldn't help asking: "What's going on?"

"General, deserters appeared in the new barracks. Zhu Yi wanted to enforce the military law and behead his head as a public display. Mr. Chen suggested a lighter punishment."

Sun Lin took a breath, and then said with a single brain: "I know you are in the firearms camp, so let me come to you."

"understood."

Zhu Yixi nodded. This seemed to be the first time for the Military Judicial Department to execute and establish its authority.

But he also knows that Chen Yongfu has always been aware of current affairs, so it is impossible to stop him for no reason.

Among them, there must be deep-seated reasons.

"Go and have a look."

With that said, Zhu Yixi got on his horse and led the crowd away.

The firearms camp was several miles away, and within a quarter of an hour, everyone arrived at the new barracks.

"General!" "Sovereign—"

Hearing Zhu Yi's words, Chen Yongfu frowned, and his face became a bit solemn.

"what happened?"

Entering the camp, a few soldiers knelt on the school yard, sobbing non-stop, with red eyes.

On the side, Zhu Yi's eyes were staring like bells, his face was bloodshot, obviously very angry.

Chen Yongfu stood with a sullen face without saying a word.

"Back to the suzerain—"

"Let these people speak for themselves."

Zhu Yixi interrupted Zhu Yi's words, but lowered his head instead, and asked the three kneeling people: "What did you do?"

"deserter."

The three of them trembled for a while, before one of them spoke with a big head.

"Why are you a deserter?"

Zhu Yixi was not angry either, and asked calmly.

Everyone on the side was puzzled, there is nothing to ask about this, just beheaded directly, and the military law was enforced.

"At home, hundreds of households want to build a castle, and they want me to wait until I get home, otherwise my family will not be allowed to rent the land, and my house will be demolished, and the hundred households will be driven out of the house."

The man is thick-backed, but at this moment he looks like a woman, and can't help crying: "My baby is only half a year old. I don't have a house to live in this winter, so I won't freeze to death."

"If there is no farming next year, the whole family will starve to death."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone showed unbearable expression.

Even though tens of millions of people have died, this act of forcing a family to death makes people even more angry.

Zhu Yixi restrained her anger and continued to ask, "Where is your home?"

"Ningqiang Guard, Liping Hundred Households..."

The man raised his head and said sadly:
"General, I really want to go back. If I go back late, the whole family will be kicked out, and the whole family will starve to death. I beg you..."

"I see."

Zhu Yixi said with a serious face.

"But military law is military law."

As he said that, Zhu Yixi turned his head and asked, "If you deal with it lightly, what should you do?"

"Eighty sticks." Zhu Yi said in a deep voice.

Ordinary people in their [-]s and [-]s will already have half their lives gone, and at [-] they will definitely die. Obviously, this lenient treatment mainly depends on God's will.

"Execute!"

Zhu Yixi nodded.

Looking at the unbearable gazes of the crowd, he thought to himself, God-given opportunity, isn't this a good opportunity to win the hearts of the soldiers?
So, with piercing eyes, he looked around and said to Zhu Yi in a deep voice:

"They can't carry eighty sticks. As the general, let me share their forty sticks."

Then, he lay down on the chair and took off his pants.

(End of this chapter)