PFC Chapter 5 Great Teacher, the people of Tianjin love and respect you!
Chapter 5 Great Teacher, the people of Tianjin love and respect you!
The next day.
At sunrise.
A loud knocking sounded at the door.
"Master Daoist, there are bad people among the crowd!"
"Cult members are secretly plotting!"
Si Chen suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils turning from golden vertical lines back to black. "Go take a look."
"Yes." Jia Chen agreed, picked up his sword and stood up. With a slight movement, he was already wearing armor. The sharp blade was hidden in his wrist and covered by arm armor. He grabbed the helmet with his left hand and covered his face. Golden tassels hung down from the shoulder armor and covered the helmet with a red Taotie pattern sleeve.
So majestic.
He pushed open the door and looked down at the little toddler at his feet.
"Please be quiet, my master is meditating."
"lead the way."
A moment of effort.
Jia Chen turned back, still flicking two Hongwu copper coins in his hand.
"Two low-ranking wandering samurai were worshipping the Eternal Mother, so I killed them on the spur of the moment. I've heard that someone is spreading rumors about rising to power, which is why the people came to our door."
Si Chen spread his hands, letting them drape a square-collared, double-breasted Taoist robe over his shoulders, tie his hair up, and attach a jade belt.
Actually, inside was a soft armor made of a mixture of mithril and silk.
Si Chen opened his hand and accepted the two warm copper coins.
That's the rule.
He never does things for free.
Even if Yang Tingyun was executed at the request of Emperor Tianqi, he still received a bribe.
Si Chen took out a string of copper coins from his sleeve, mostly Hongwu, Yongle, and Wanli coins, forming a complete ring.
Curious, the crowd gathered around. "Sir, is there a thousand coins here?"
Si Chen carefully put it away, as if it were a precious treasure. "Hmph, it's a long way off."
Jia Chen laughed and said, "I don't think so. This world is becoming increasingly unstable. Sooner or later, the four classes of people will shift to the lower four classes. When that happens, all sorts of demons and monsters will come out."
Huang Yi Ding Si nodded, "What are demons and monsters? What I fear is that they will become completely distorted, and all sorts of evil spirits and monsters will jump out together, which would cause chaos in the world."
Xuan Yi Dingyou echoed, "In collusion with the Rakshasa outside the pass, I think there is no one in the world today with the aura of an emperor. I'm afraid it will be another Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period."
The others said, "Don't talk nonsense."
"We have guests." Si Chen stood up, interrupting the increasingly off-topic conversation, and Zuo You immediately stood up to follow.
Jia Chen pushed open the door.
Outside the door, the bald men, some with shaved heads and others castrated, knelt barefoot in only a single layer of clothing, their hair roots still bearing traces of blood, their skin cracked.
Nearly two hundred people huddled together, shivering, but even inside the room, their pungent, fishy odor was unbearable.
The moment the door opened, a blast of cold air mixed with a foul odor hit you.
A plump, middle-aged man, dressed in a brocade hat, mink fur coat, and leather boots, walked up with a smile.
"Your Excellency, the young master has already enslaved them. This is the red contract; please keep it safe."
"So, you mean you're at my mercy?"
"That's just how it is."
Si Chen nodded in acknowledgment and ordered his men to take him in.
The middle-aged man presented a box with both hands. "This is the Record of the Four Classes of People with Honest Businesses. Please take a look."
A three-inch-thick ledger.
Si Chen accepted it personally, and after just a quick glance, he immediately realized how precious the gift was.
"Even the Yellow Register isn't as detailed and comprehensive as yours."
"What a grand gesture! Such a vast city like Tianjin, a strategic point connecting north and south, just handed over to me like that?"
The people around them all pricked up their ears to listen.
Even the missionaries whose bells had been removed felt a pang of sadness.
I've never seen the son of the Duke of Wei so enthusiastic back then.
The middle-aged man smiled, his eyes narrowing, and said loudly, "My master said, 'Harmony is the most precious thing within the four seas, and the tremors of the nine provinces will be quelled. Harmony is the most precious thing, harmony is the most precious thing!'"
"The people of Tianjin have been suffering for a long time and need the protection of officials like the Heavenly Official who are not interested in worldly gains."
"The gift has been delivered. Hope we meet again someday."
After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.
Si Chen held the thin ledger in his hand and watched it leave.
With the emperor's decrees not leaving the capital and local governments in the north out of contact and at a standstill, Si Chen easily gained control of this large port.
"It's truly a stroke of luck. Go recruit people, give priority to military households. They're already prepared and ready for handover. Let those who want to leave go."
"only."
Jia Chen picked up the long whip from his waist and coiled it in his hand. "I'll go train these slaves. I used to have Kunlun slaves under my command. You go and recruit people in the city."
The six men wore yellow turbans and Taoist robes. The leader carried a large flag with the North Star on his back, while the others carried flags with the Sun, Moon, and Stars on their backs. They also wore golden masks, took out copper gongs from their bags, and had gilded fire bells hanging from their waists.
They marched to the Acropolis with drums and gongs all the way.
"The Great Teacher will temporarily reside here, recruiting brave warriors from all walks of life to slay demons and monsters."
That's right, Si Chen's banner is that of a great and virtuous teacher.
They were practically dancing on the emperor's face.
After all, this is a very famous and well-known product.
We walked and knocked as we went.
The crowd trailed far behind them, surging toward the hilltop in an endless stream.
Several torchbearers leaned out from the teahouse, "Torchbearers, wanna join?"
"Do you possess supernatural powers?"
"I am ashamed to say that I have not yet made any progress in the torch industry and am still studying it."
Upon hearing this, Liu Ding shook his head vigorously, "No, no, a cold wave is coming, we won't even have enough to eat, what use are you?"
What I hate most are Confucian scholars who spend their days talking about national affairs without engaging in any productive work.
He wears the title of "Torchbearer" but is actually a nobody, empty-headed and incompetent.
Chaos is approaching; military action is the priority.
The fellow reluctantly shrank back.
The six people made one round and then turned back.
On the banks of the Haihe River, Jia Chen was kicking two hundred Westerners to the riverbank. His whip was indiscriminate. "Go down and wash yourself clean before coming back up."
"We don't punish the diligent, we don't punish the lazy, we only punish the blind."
"Why don't you all have any self-awareness?"
Two hundred naked, hairy missionaries were splashing around in the water.
A large number of people gathered on the south bank of the Haihe River to watch.
"These missionaries used to be so prestigious!"
"The Heavenly Official overturned their altar yesterday and burned those caterpillars in a great fire. They've come to slay demons and eliminate evil!"
Boats hurried to and fro along the shore.
Upon hearing this news, merchants from Zhejiang and Anhui, as well as some merchants from Huai'an, hurriedly set off south, as if they had seen a plague god, and even abandoned the goods piled up at the port.
The large number of strongmen on the dock were completely baffled.
But no one dared to touch it. These days, you might have the life to take it, but not the life to spend it.
Someone had a sudden inspiration.
"Alas, let us give these things to the Great Teacher."
"To take something without asking is to steal!"
"No, no, I found it!"
At first, only a few people carried things up the hill to the Catholic Temple, but soon the rest of the group quietly followed.
"What are you doing here?" someone in the group muttered.
"Can't our strongman come?"
"You're not following the path of the Yellow Turban Warriors, you're clearly mountain-carrying warriors, which makes you easy targets on the battlefield."
"Hiss, that makes sense."
The strongmen scratched their heads and quietly left. A moment later, they found some yellow turbans somewhere, tied them to their foreheads, and swaggered in.
Liu Ding turned a blind eye, pretending not to see anything, and waved his hand, "Go in, go in, go in."
I don't care about this or that.
Once you're here, don't even think about running away.
Squinting down at the crowd, you are a great and wise teacher, the people of Tianjin love and respect you!
The chaos continues to escalate.
Hidden in canals, beneath cities, and in the shadows, the rats steal scraps of food amidst the chaos, though some are accidentally beaten to death.
Several large courtyards were thrown into chaos as chickens flew and dogs barked, "A thief has broken in!"
Ten miles away.
The sound of hooves echoed across the meadow and snowmelt, and the horses' ears stood up high.
Several female horses were wandering in the wilderness east of the river.
In the wilderness, the various Mongol tribes would gradually be twisted into human-horse figures, while in civilized and orderly places, they would become horse girls that were closer to human form.
The most valuable of these is the Han-blooded horse.
In other words, the women with the Han Dynasty's dragon lineage held a prominent position in the tribe because the dragon lineage granted them unique spellcasting abilities and even stronger vitality.
"Commander Liu, what's wrong?"
"Order is being restored."
The greater impact radiates outwards.
It's just that it's more subtle and harder to detect.
A pair of eyes hidden in the shadows on the banks of the Haihe River were also watching the scene unfold before them.
"Master, look at this! This Han master is so lenient with his servants, he's corrupting the Manchu master!" Ning Wan pointed in the direction of Tianjin Port, her face as red as if her ancestral graves had been knocked up.
"How many times have I told you? Call me Master Tong outside. I'll give you a slap to teach you a lesson."
A resounding slap.
"Yes, yes, yes! It's all my fault, Master. Please slap me here so your hand doesn't hurt." Ning Wanwo puffed out his chest to accept the reward.
"Hmm, not bad, get up." The cabin was filled with steam, and a middle-aged man with pale skin, naturally curly hair, and light brown eyes lay leisurely inside.
"Tell me your thoughts, how should we handle this?"
"We need to leave quickly."
"We have to go, or it will be too late. Once this celestial official is free, we won't even have a place to stand."
"It's a pity we couldn't test the depth of this celestial official's abilities."
"Never mind, let's set sail!"
The ship headed towards Dagu Port.