A group of people were filled with questions. As soon as the Japanese left, Zhu Di couldn't help but get up and ask: "Lao Wu, that Japanese is obviously fooling them, why should I keep him? Could it be that he really covets that so-called
Treasure?"
Even the young Zhu Di could guess that those Japanese who licked the blood from their swords must not have much money and water in their lair. If they had really accumulated some treasure, why would the Oita clan be wandering in the sea doing anything?
A Japanese pirate?
That Fujiwara Shinpei, could he use this as an excuse to steal a few more months of life and wait for an opportunity to escape?
I'm afraid that in my heart, I'm secretly laughing at them for being such a fool!
"Fourth brother, there is no need to be angry." Zhu Su said with a smile. "With his bad ideas, how could he not know?"
"Bu Nao is just taking advantage of him." Zhu Su smiled, "I am using his identity to let the Japanese Lao Shizi Tianhuang Quan know that he is willing to help him quell the chaos, so that he can send troops.
Ask the Ming Dynasty for help."
"I really need the help of these two gentlemen for that matter..."
Then he called Yao Guangxiao and Gao Qi, who were standing behind him, and gave them some instructions.
"In that case, Zhai Mule will make arrangements." Yao Guangxiao and Gao Qi clasped their fists and said.
"Go ahead, go ahead." Zhu Su waved his leg.
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Let's talk about the Japanese Fujiwara Nobuhei who left the government office. He couldn't help but feel a little proud. He had been captured by the Oida family before, so he had become a small leader among the Japanese pirates by virtue of his status as the official minister of Shonagon.
Now in the Ming Dynasty, it was possible to make the emperor's prince treat him differently by relying on his status. Even as soon as he left the government office, the general took back a lot of the money that had been stolen from him.
Fujiwara couldn't help but feel proud of his "nobility".
Without saying a word, Cao Yuan sent him directly to Guanyi outside Suzhou city.
Fujiwara walked around the house for a long time. He couldn't wait for the food to be delivered from the post house for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry. When he opened the door and saw two guards "protecting" him at the door, he said with the air of a Japanese minister:
"Do the officials of the Ming Dynasty not know how to treat guests? Why is there so little food at dusk?"
"Then what book bag did the Japanese pirates drop?" The soldier on the left was confused and asked his companion on the right with a confused look.
"Do you seem to be begging for food?" The soldier on the right has a little more ink than him, but obviously not much. "The Japanese like to imitate our nobles, but they can't imitate them. When have you seen it?
Is our prince shutting up like that?"
"That's what I said. How can a mere Japanese be compared with Dian Dong?" the soldier on the left said disdainfully.
"No. Just a Japanese!"
The soldier on the right had a look of approval, as if the word "Japanese" had some element of disgust in it. Both of them looked at Fujiwara with disgust.
Although they speak Suzhou dialect, there are similarities between the dialect and the Ming Dynasty Mandarin. Even if there is a language barrier, the disgust in the eyes of the two people is enough to tell that they must not be nice. Fujiwara has a dark face.
I wanted to scold him, but after taking a look at the sabers hanging from the waists of the two soldiers, I thought for a while and chose to look like Zhu Qi didn't understand.
"It's just a guard, you don't have to be familiar with them." Fujiwara comforted him. Remembering that the master of the palace once said that he did not limit his actions, he decided to go out to find some food by himself. He had heard about the Great Tang Dynasty.
Prosperous, I think it wouldn’t be too different from the Ming Dynasty, which was also the country’s imperial dynasty, right?
Fujiwara tentatively left the post house. Sure enough, the two soldiers did not stop him, but Genji followed him. He picked up the money that the Ming army had given him, left the post house and walked into the market.
As a result of the efforts of Wei Guanru Taisu and other civil servants, Suzhou in the Ming Dynasty has basically restored its prosperity to Xunyue; not to mention that because the floods have ended, the Japanese bandits have retreated, and even the originally closed city gates have been opened, and everyone can
Overjoyed.
"The Kingdom of Heaven is really prosperous!" Fujiwara exclaimed in amazement. It was still the first month of the year, and he saw that the entire street was lit up with colored lights like daylight, and the crowds were surging. The people of Suzhou were really worried about that year, and it was already over.
With the certainty of safety, I could put aside my worries and celebrate. Naturally, I was more joyful than a normal month. Seeing Fujiwara felt like I was in heaven. It was so different from the bleak and boring scenery of Kyoto, Ito's home country, that I suddenly felt ashamed of myself.
.
Then it’s Suzhou! I heard that the capital of the Celestial Dynasty should be in harmony with the sky, and Biluoli is very prosperous!
After all, his dignity as a minister and his stomach that was roaring like thunder brought Fujiwara back from his thoughts. He decided to go to a restaurant to eat something first. He happened to see a restaurant named "Lower in the Building"
, the waiter at the door was nodding and bowing to entertain customers.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into a restaurant, he was kicked out by a waiter wearing linen: "Go. Go quickly, don't affect their restaurant business."
Fujiwara was stunned: "Oh my, rude! He is rich! Why don't you receive him?" He said and took out a handful of money. "Serve him well, and the money will be mine."
"Hey, I can speak Chinese well, but I am a Japanese, am I worthy of serving him?" The waiter in the shop became angry, raised his leg and threw the sling of money aside. "Did you see that there? Japanese are not allowed to enter that restaurant!"
Fujiwara looked where the waiter pointed, and saw a wooden sign hanging next to the door that clearly read in red: Japanese pirates and dogs are not allowed to enter.
"Nani!" Fujiwara felt the blood rushing to his forehead. He was actually... being equated to a dog?
He meant to be angry, but then he realized that almost everyone looked at him with disgust and pointed fingers at him.
"He is neither a noble minister nor a Japanese pirate!" Fujiwara argued.
"That's very different, isn't it Japanese?" the waiter sneered. At that moment, a customer wearing ordinary clothes walked into the restaurant. The waiter immediately changed his face: "Hey, uncle, are you here to eat? Invite me in!"
Seeing that his attitude towards an ordinary customer was worse than his attitude towards his own minister, Fujiwara became even more indignant. He wanted to ask the two "guards" to stand up for him, but he saw the two Genji standing there, even very close.
He looked like he was watching a show.
Just kidding, the real mission of the two of them is to supervise the guy so that he doesn't sneak away alone, and not to seriously serve as his bodyguard!
Fujiwara was frustrated in front of the waiter, but he had no choice. Seeing that more and more people were crowding around him and pointing at him, he had to leave in embarrassment. But when he changed to other restaurants to fill his stomach,
But they found that for some reason, all the stores in the city had hung wooden signs saying "Japanese pirates and dogs are not allowed".
"Could it be that that has become a custom in that Ming Dynasty city?" Fujiwara was confused.