I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 294 Could it be that the master's waist is not good?
"Hundreds of women from other races, plus hundreds of catties of yellow and white things and empty favors that are not a piece of paper, can you buy your hearts?" Mao Wenlong took a sip of wine, his face full of depression and vicissitudes.

"You guys are really blind."

Mao Wenlong's expression didn't change much, but in his voice, there was an uncontrollable grief, and he continued: "With the strength of the three of you, if you defected to Emperor Jiannugou three years ago, when you surrendered and went south, It must be its sharpest knife.

Then, even if you worship a general and become a marquis, or even earn the mang dragon robe of a king with a different surname, it is almost the same.

Unfortunately, time is running out.

The world has changed.

Jiannu, the general situation is over, even if you want to flee to seek a good future, there is almost no chance at all. On the contrary, if you hook up with Liaodong and Liaoxi at this time, I can predict that your The end will definitely be very miserable. "

After saying these words, Geng Zhongming, Shang Kexi, and Kong Youde's faces were uncertain, and they looked at Mao Wenlong hesitantly.

"Don't look at me like that," Mao Wenlong said indifferently, "I have already known about your dealings with Liaoxi Jiangmen, Jiannu Mang Gurtai, and even Huang Taiji when you were alive.

However, for the sake of years of upbringing, Ben Shuai never mentioned it.

Even, I don't want to think about those things. You are all very talented. You can be regarded as the most capable generals in Dongjiang Town and even the entire Ming Dynasty. Naturally, you hope to have a better future.

The question is, is the future so important?
Better than shame? "

Mao Wenlong's words were heavy, but his tone was very light. It seemed that all of this had nothing to do with him. He was just expressing an established fact, and he didn't bother to mix any emotions.

These three people are his godsons.

From a long time ago, Mao Wenlong devoted his heart and soul to these three people more than he treated his old father and his own children. Now that I think about it, it is quite ironic.

"Think about it carefully, after leaving this big tent, you can take away your own soldiers and horses, and you can also take away the new-style firearms and some food and grass in the hands of the soldiers, and the foster father will not stop you.

but!

If you really want to find a future on your own, and abandon Daming and Dongjiang Town like shoes, this commander can promise that within a month, you will not use swords or guns against you.

But when the one-month period expires, it will be life and death. You are rebels, deserters, or even slaves. Naturally, this commander will not be lenient.

I will give you a little time to choose. "

After speaking, Mao Wenlong brought over a jar of wine by himself, patted the Kaifeng mud lightly, closed his eyes and smelled it carefully a few times, showing a look of satisfaction.

He filled himself a large bowl and drank it down.

Then, fill another bowl.

After thinking about it, he raised his wine bowl and said calmly, "Come, let's drink this wine with me."

Geng Zhongming, Kong Youde, and Shang Kexi hurriedly picked up the wine bowls, half-kneeling to touch the bowls away, raised their necks, and drank in one gulp.

No one spoke.

The candles were flickering and beeping, beeping and beeping, and the large military tent that was originally fragrant with wine and meat suddenly added a bit of bleak autumn wind and cold air.

Outside the big tent.

As the sun sets on the western mountains and the twilight surrounds the fields, a handsome flag with the word "Mao" flutters in the wind, making a palpitating sound.

It's not enough for a stick of incense.

Geng Zhongming, Kong Youde, and Shang Kexi walked out of Mao Wenlong's Chinese army tent silently and got on their horses.

In front of the big tent, the three of them stood quietly for a moment.

Immediately, they looked at each other, and rode away without saying a word, leaving behind the smoke of yellow dust from the trampling of three horseshoes, which never dissipated for a long time on the rough yellow mud streets of Dongjiang Town.

In the big tent, Mao Wenlong filled himself another bowl of wine.

He picked up the wine bowl, opened his mouth to drink, then seemed to think of something, but stood up again, walked out of the big tent slowly, looked at the empty yellow mud ground and a few seabirds flying high in the distant sky, and sighed secretly in one breath.

'The idiot emperor has a good saying, the sky is going to rain, the mother is going to get married, let him go! '

'It's time to go home and have a look. '

There are two wives in the family, one is a widow, bulging, white and clean, with a high forehead and very clean, just the kind of woman he likes; the other is like a flower and jade, suitable for fire fighting.

Thinking of the two mothers-in-law and aunts at home, Mao Wenlong's mood gradually calmed down.

He looked up at the heavens for a while, and walked towards Shuai's mansion silently. Along the way, the vendors in Dongjiang Town greeted him with a smile: "Master, fresh radishes, how many can you take home for cold salad?"

"I heard that the second lady is pregnant with a cub. I have some sweet and sour fruits here, so why don't you wrap them up for the commander?"

"..."

Many people in Dongjiang Town knew Marshal Mao Wenlong Mao, and everyone's face was filled with an indescribable reverence, and they were not very afraid of him, the "Daming Rentu". It seemed that everyone dared to go up Say a word or two before.

What's more, many of them were former soldiers under Mao Wenlong's command. After a narrow escape, they didn't want to go back to their original places, so they could only settle in Dongjiang Town, start a small business and support their families.

Therefore, every time he walks on the yellow mud road, Mao Wenlong always thinks of the bitter battles in those years.

That's great.

What this person is most afraid of is forgetting his roots.

The most disgusting person is the ungrateful person.

At a small stall, Mao Wenlong took a radish casually, rubbed it on the scarlet cloak a few times, and began to gnaw it.

After all is old.

The two molars on the left were already loose. Chewing a few radishes was not as refreshing as when he was young. This made Mao Wenlong somewhat dissatisfied, and laughed and scolded: "Old man Zhang, what kind of radish are you selling, it hurts your tooth."

The humble old man grinned, showing half of his teeth, and said: "The mouth of the commander is not bad, look at the teeth under the mark, I can only eat soft food."

Mao Wenlong scolded: "Soft rice? Have you ever eaten the four softest things in the world?"

The old man smiled shyly, and said: "There are four things in the world, the girl's waist, the cotton bag, and the crystal persimmon pig's urine. I have only eaten one crystal persimmon."

Mao Wenlong laughed loudly, took another bite of the radish, chewed it, and said vaguely: "What are the four hard, do you remember?"

The old man grinned and said, "Don't talk about Sihard, we all remember what the commander said about Sibai back then."

"The four hard ones are the carpenter's adze, the blacksmith's anvil, the monk's hammer, and the diamond. The four whites are snow on the head, frost on the roof, and a big girl's ass with cabbage!"

Mao Wenlong laughed loudly, stretched out his hand and slapped the old man violently, and scolded with a smile: "Don't let your daughter-in-law hear this, and be careful not to lose the reputation of an old man picking up ashes."

Several vendors around booed and laughed.

The scene was once very lively, which gradually softened Mao Wenlong's originally extremely gloomy mood.

At a small stall, he picked up a few more seasonal fruits, wrapped them around in a scarlet cloak, walked while eating, and slowly returned to the commander's mansion.

"Master, you're back."

"Master, my concubine boiled a bowl of Cynomorium ginseng soup, hurry up and make up for it."

"Master, tonics are the most harmful to the body. It is better to eat more whole grains, plus a few beef and mutton tendon meat, which is the way a normal man eats."

"Master, listen, listen, the concubine is just watching the master work day and night, it is inevitable to be exhausted, and I just want to make up for the master. Listen to what my sister said, it seems that the concubine is thinking about it all day long." , but the master's two waists..."

Mao Wenlong coughed lightly, and said calmly: "Could it be that the master's waist is not good?"

"Bitch!"

"Tonight, I will suppress the eldest lady first, beheading the enemy's head [-] times, and then I will suppress you, you little bitch!"

Well, man, you should brag, you still need to brag...

(End of this chapter)