Great Ming: I, Zhu Di, Declare My Intentions to Seize the Throne from the Start!

Chapter 70 Zhu Silang led troops to ‘fight for the first time’ in Ming Dynasty

It's not bad. ☜ Zhu Di smiled and said implicitly: We set the price, one or two silvers for a grilled fish...

One or two!

Zhou Lang exclaimed, his eyes as wide as bells, and asked: What about the sales situation? Is anyone buying it?

It's okay. We're not greedy either. We only sell fifty fish every day. We deliberately kept this fish yesterday. Zhu Di smiled and nodded at the grilled fish between the two of them.

Gulu!

Zhou Lang swallowed hard.

Fifty taels of silver a night!

Just one sentence, is it okay?

He couldn't help but give a thumbs up, Mr. Zhu, you are the one!

One tael of grilled fish, eat more!

As he spoke, he hurriedly put fish meat into his mouth.

Zhu Di smiled and shook his head: It seems that we have made some money, but we are still in trouble.

Sneaking around, doing some business on a small scale, and being targeted by green-skinned gangsters on the riverbank.

How dare they! Zhou Lang stared suddenly and asked, Mr. Zhu, who are these people? I'll help you deal with them!

He was worried and had no chance to repay him.

Zhu Di smiled and shook his head in refusal: We already have ways to deal with these people, but there may be some trouble by then.

I need your help.

Zhou Langzheng regretted that he had no chance. Hearing this, he patted his chest and said, Don't worry, Mr. Zhu, I understand. My close friends and colleagues will never get involved.

If others cause trouble for you, we will protect you!

Avoid violent conflicts with other villagers.

This is to avoid county government intervention.

The county government will not intervene in such a small conflict to teach the green-skinned bastard a lesson alone.

But it will definitely alarm the Baopian Yamen officials.

Even if the conflict is downgraded, Zhu Di is still a farmer now.

Farmers are naturally at a disadvantage against Shangguan.

Therefore, Zhou Lang's help is needed to prevent other Baopian government officials from getting involved in this matter.

Zhu Di smiled and raised his glass: I respect you.

I don't dare, I respect Mr. Zhu. Zhou Lang raised his glass with both hands.

After finishing the drink, Zhou Lang reminded: Mr. Zhu, it's okay for farmers to do a small business, but your business is a bit big.

Fifty taels of silver a night!

More than a little big!

This way of making money is simply a money grab!

I will get the appreciation of the county magistrate as soon as possible.

As long as you can talk to the County Lord, even if someone brings this matter to the County Lord, you don't have to worry!

Although the business in Tuqiao Village is a bit too big.

But in fact, we just don’t care about this kind of thing.

Gentlemen who rely on farming and education to pass down their families, logically cannot do business, right?

But among the gentry, who doesn’t have a shop in the county? Who doesn’t do some business? When did the government take control?

Zhou Lang is very confident that as long as he can be appreciated by the county magistrate, this seemingly big thing will not be a problem!

This is not good. Zhu Di declined politely with a smile: As soon as you have been appreciated by the county magistrate, you ask the magistrate for help. It will make people feel proud of themselves.

The fact that we sell fish is just a short-term action. We will stop doing it after the corvee is over. The possibility of it reaching the ears of the county magistrate is very small.

Zhou Lang looked at Zhu Di gratefully, raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp: Mr. Zhu considers me as a villain and has nothing to do in return. As I said, in the future, if Mr. Zhu is useful, he will go through fire and water without hesitation!

Zhu Di smiled and nodded.

A lunch is over.

Zhou Lang personally sent Zhu Di to the river embankment.

As soon as Zhou Lang left, Uncle Eighth and others gathered around and asked in a low voice, Silang, Zhou Yamen personally sent you down, so the matter should be settled, right?

After we teach the green-skinned bastard a lesson, he will come forward to prevent other government officials from intervening, right?

Zhu Di smiled and nodded. 【】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】

After receiving Zhu Di's confirmation, the villagers breathed a sigh of relief and happily devoted themselves to repairing the river embankment.

The people do not fight with the officials.

Green-skinned bastards are not scary.

Everyone is afraid that the government officials will intervene.

…

On that day, Tuqiao Village purchased an additional share of fifty fish, which indeed made all the villagers on the river embankment very happy.

The green-skinned bastard who mingled among the common people had a very ugly face.

That night, it didn't take long for Zhu Di and others to sell out all fifty fish.

That night, Zhu Di and others took turns to rest and watch.

A peaceful night.

new

…

The next evening.

It was sold out early and we didn’t wait for customers to make reservations.

Everyone packed up their things and returned to the shed.

Wait for the villagers watching the excitement outside to disperse and calm down.

Zhu Di said to everyone: It has been almost two days since we increased the quota of fish purchases to 100 fish. The villagers who are down-to-earth and willing to work have been stabilized.

The green-skinned bastards on the river bank also have enough time to conspire together.

Depending on their limited patience, there is a high possibility of action tonight.

Everyone, take the time to rest.

A young man scratched his head and said, Fourth brother, will these green-skinned bastards attack us while we are resting?

No! Uncle Eight replied angrily for Zhu Di: Use your brain more.

Before midnight, there were many flower boats on the river outside.

The villagers in various sheds are watching the flower boats, and even those who are not watching cannot sleep well due to the movement on the river.

These green-skinned bastards are not stupid and would not choose this time to attack.

…

The young people who were all joking and asking questions simply tidied up and fell asleep in a hurry.

The lights in the shed went out.

Zhu Di sat on the couch and rested against the bamboo pole.

This way, you can ensure you don't fall into deep sleep.

As long as there is any disturbance outside, he can respond immediately and alert the villagers.

Although it is deduced that it is impossible for the green-skinned bastard to take action before Zi Shi.

But what if they are all idiots?

What if I just act stupidly and choose my son?

This situation is not impossible.

…

The night is getting darker.

After the child's hour.

The river gradually tightened.

Loud snores, like a competition, came and went in the unsoundproof shed.

Zhu Di was woken up by snoring.

Lift up the curtain and judge the time based on the height of the moon.

Then tiptoeing to the ground.

Uncle Eighth, wake up.

Uncle Six...

…

Wake everyone up one by one.

Everyone started working in the dark, rubbing their sleepy eyes, and according to the pre-planned plan, they pulled out the prepared sticks from under the bed board.

Holding the stick, he sat quietly by the bed.

Zhu Di lowered his voice and asked, Are you all ready?

alright!

Roll up the curtain at the back, let's ambush behind the shed.

Be gentle and don't wear shoes.

…

After a while, everyone moved from the shed to the back of the shed.

Under the moonlight, everyone leaned against the shed, holding their breath and waiting nervously.

Uncle Eighth asked in a low voice: Shiro, why did you change your plan?

The original plan was for them to wait in the shed.

Now, it's a bit like during a war, leaving an empty camp for the enemy, waiting for the enemy to plunge into it.

Zhu Di looked up at the pale moon and whispered: Uncle Eighth, do you think I think those green-skinned bastards are too kind?

Is it possible that they could be more ruthless and not afraid of causing loss of life?

For example, just burn the shed on fire!

The fire is burning, and we can't organize ourselves. In the panic, I'm afraid we can only run for our lives. If one rushes out, they will deal with one!

To be on the safe side, let's leave an empty shed.

Uncle Eight understood, nodded and said: I can't say for sure, who cares, anyway, we are safer this way, this decision is the right one!

Zhu Di smiled and warned: Uncle Eighth, we must organize the villagers. When it comes to fighting, the villagers are really not as good as the green-skinned bastards.

We have to bring everyone back safely and safely.

Uncle Eight smiled and nodded: Although your martial arts are good, you must be careful.

After the two reached an agreement, they stopped talking.

The entire river embankment was filled with nothing but the sounds of grunting, wind, water flow, and cicada chirping.

It suddenly became extremely quiet...

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