Back to the Ming Dynasty to be a tyrant

In short, it is to stop His Majesty the Emperor from worrying.

It has to be said that Emperor Chongzhen's methods of buying people's hearts in Shaanxi were indeed in place. Whether Shen Xiuting was delayed on the scene, or the magistrate who resold grain and harmed the people was killed, the people's hearts in Shaanxi were bought by Xin.

Coupled with the various rumors secretly spread by the factory guards, for example, God sent disasters to warn the emperor because there were corrupt officials in the court who violated the emperor's will;

For example, for the sake of the victims in Shaanxi, the emperor only ate one dish and one bowl of rice for a meal;

For example, in order to let the victims in Shaanxi eat an extra bowl of porridge, the Empress even exposed her skirt to her feet;

For example, the emperor used all his internal money to buy food from the subordinate countries and transport it to Shaanxi to feed the victims.

Such rumors can be heard almost every three days, and the new tricks are introduced, so that people can't believe it.

After all, it was written by Duan Xiaorong, Chen Mo, and others. One is an imperial literati who was born as a Jinshi, and the other wrote a small Huangwen "The Secret History of Bumubutai", which is also a master who can make people feel immersive. Write some jokes like this Simply not too simple.

The enthusiasm of the people in Shaanxi was very high, and Yang He, the governor of the three sides, was very sad.

What's so awesome about that bastard Shi Fenglai? Isn't it because he hugged his thighs well, joined Wei Yan's sect, and followed His Majesty's wishes in everything, so he became the first governor of Kyushu Island now?

Why, when it comes to the ability to flatter, if our old Yang is embarrassed, what's the matter with him, Shi Fenglai?

When it comes to the ability to govern, why isn't his majestic trilateral governor much stronger than his high-ranking talkative party?I can throw him eight blocks out!

Also very melancholy is Hong Chengchou.

Didn't I follow His Majesty's suggestion to kill more rebels?

Now the governor of the three sides, Yang He, doesn't like him no matter what, and finds himself awkward everywhere, and now he can't wait to be transferred to other places.

It's really his mother's.

Moreover, His Majesty the Emperor is not too particular. You were the old man who hinted at Hong to kill the prisoners. Where is your old man now?

Remember Hong Chengchou of Yan'an Mansion?

Yang He and Hong Chengchou in Shaanxi have infinite resentment, and Zhu Yujian who is far away on Xinming Island is also suffering from headaches.

Still eating to make trouble.

Some of them didn't know how to die, and it was fine to catch that fun-looking little thing and eat it, but some bastards just ate the liver of that little thing in the spirit of eating what they wanted to make up for.

Now all of them were foaming at the mouth, and after a heavy gulp of dung soup, they all lay down on the bed.

Damn, I don't know if these bastards can make it through.

Zhu Yujian still couldn't figure it out, there was obviously no shortage of food, why these bastards were so curious about new things, they had to try everything?

And it's okay to taste it, you don't know how to get a dog first, get a pig to try it?

At least pigs and dogs are fine if you eat them, you bastards!

It's all right now, I've been lying down for about ten years, it's really his wife!

Every family has a hard-to-recite scripture, not only Yang He and Hong Chengchou's headaches, but also Zhu Yujian's headaches.

Emperor Chongzhen, who was far away in the capital, was not very happy, also because it was given to me.

Putting down the bowl of crushed ice, Emperor Chongzhen sighed, "It's too hot to eat anything."

Rarely, Emperor Chongzhen took Empress Zhou, Concubine Tian Gui, Concubine Yuan Gui and Concubine Wanyan Yuzhuo to enjoy the flowers in the imperial garden.

Hearing Emperor Chongzhen's complaint, Empress Zhou laughed and said, "Your Majesty is a picky one. He came here when there wasn't so much ice in previous years, but now it's indispensable?"

Emperor Chongzhen wailed in his heart, who could know the pain in my heart!

What time is it now?It was the summer of the third year of Chongzhen in Ming Dynasty.

In later generations, shouldn't it be oysters, scallops, crayfish, peanuts, edamame, and lamb skewers?

But why can't those damn imperial chefs make these things for me to try, you bastard!

And the cold beer, fat kidneys, and roasted leeks, anyway, there is nothing to eat now.

Farewell, foodies of future generations, enjoy the summer, don't think about time-traveling, don't be an emperor after time-traveling, it's good to change your career.

For example, Lantian Hou Yunye, people can cook out barbecue to taste, and there is no problem in inventing as many dishes as they want to form their own system.

I can't do it myself, the majestic emperor ran to do the work of the cook, once the news got out, no need to think about it, the impeachment memorial could bury him.

No matter how messed up I am, I can't kill the ministers who impeached me because of this, right?

That's not a tyrant, but a fool.

However, it doesn't matter if you don't have those things to eat. After thinking about it, Emperor Chongzhen simply ordered: "Tell the imperial dining room that you don't need to cook so many dishes today, but get a lamb to roast, right here in the imperial garden.

Also, please invite the emperor's wife to come over for dinner, and ask the imperial dining room to bring some light side dishes. "

It's a pity that it's such a good season, and if you get on a TV, the live broadcast of the entire game, don't care what it is, the atmosphere will be up.

Now it's gone, I can just eat a roasted whole lamb to comfort my stomach.

Chapter 397 Can't Live Well?

Emperor Chongzhen roasted a whole lamb to comfort himself because he couldn't watch the live broadcast, and cursed those guys in later generations who had no signal when watching the live broadcast. .

But some people are not too happy.

Zhu Yujian, Zhu Zhuohong, and Zhu Cunji gathered together a lot, but they couldn't eat what they liked.

Like roast suckling pig.

Even if Zheng Zhilong tried his best to transport things to Xinming Island, in fact, he couldn't deliver much at a time, and basically it was mainly people.

So the three slags who were destined to eat a roast suckling pig could only watch the little piglets running back and forth in the pigsty drooling.

There are not many of these things, one is less than one, no matter how stupid the three scumbags are, they know that it will be more difficult to eat after eating at this time, so they can bear it.

But it wasn't just this problem that troubled the three of them, there was also the problem about the natives of Xinming Island.

Just like what Emperor Chongzhen said, the dead barbarians are good barbarians, and those who are alive should die.

These three slags agree with this sentence.

As Zheng Zhilong transported people to Xinming Island one after another, the number of Da Ming's people on Xinming Island was close to [-].

As the saying goes, if there are tens of thousands of people, there are no boundaries, let alone such a huge number as one hundred thousand.

The three slags got together and discussed it—mainly discussing what to do with the aborigines.