Chapter 599 The Tartars headed south, and the capital was in chaos

Capital, Sanchazi Hutong.

After arriving in the capital, Mo Yu rented a very small house here and lived here alone. The head of the Tartars killed by Zhang Zhun in Huang County was widely promoted by the court. Anyone with a thick-skinned face would gain benefits from it, but there was no Zhang Zhun and the Hu Ben Army. In other words, there was nothing else with him. Mo Yu. Therefore, Mo Yu's life has always been boring, boring, and lonely.

In the morning, Mo Yu woke up lazyly. Since he arrived in the capital, he, the "representative of the Beijing Office" of the Hu Ben Army, has never been very popular. He lives in such an alley again, and gradually he has been forgotten. Gradually, Mo Yu has become synonymous with decadence.

Fortunately, as a representative of the Beijing Office, Mo Yu was not short of money. Originally, he wanted to find a better place to live and show the image of the Hu Ben Army. Later, he decided to disgust the court and deliberately crawled into the poorest place. When the big men remembered themselves, they would slowly torment them. After a few months, they gradually got used to it.

When you go out, you will be a teahouse, then a place to listen to operas, and there are places to listen to stories, which can easily pass the boring time. If you have sex, go out and turn left and walk two streets, you can solve it. It doesn’t cost much, has good service, and is clean and hygienic. Such a life is leisurely and has no supervision, so it is completely a shepherd. Except for the place where you live, Mo Yu feels that everything else is good.

After washing up slowly, Mo Yu slowly came to the shop next to him and went in as if no one was around. This shop specializes in selling snacks, breakfast, lunch and dinner. Mo Yu never cooked, and basically all three meals a day were solved here. Because he often came, the shop even left a special place for him. Strangely, the shop was a small shop that was quite lively in the past, but today there were no people, and all the seats were empty.

Mo Yu felt a little strange and said casually: "Old Fist, your business today doesn't work!"

Old Fist actually has the surname Quan, and the big one Quan Jingui. In fact, he is a very honest person. He is so poor that he is completely different from Jingui. The steamed bun he made is exactly the size of a fist. He can buy three of them with one copper plate, which is very affordable, so he is nicknamed Fist steamed bun. Because he is older, Mo Yu randomly calls others Old Fist, regardless of whether others accept it or not.

Quan Jingui heard Mo Yu's voice and hurriedly walked out of the inner room and said with concern: "Master Mo, I thought you had left the capital! Why are you still here? Leave quickly, it will be too late!"

Mo Yu asked in confusion: "Leave the capital? Why?"

Quan Jingui said anxiously: "Don't you know? The Tartars are here again, are you still going to stay here?"

Mo Yu said curiously: "What Tartars are coming again? Where are they coming from?"

Quan Jingui looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Shh! Sigh down! Don't let the officials hear it! It's been rumored outside that the Tartars went south to rob, and the capital might be in trouble again. In the past two days, many people from Miyun, Huairou and Changping have come to the capital. They were given to the city last night, but they won't give it to this morning, saying that there are spies with Tartars inside."

Mo Yu said in surprise: "Really? Why don't I know at all?"

Quan Jingui sighed and said, "I heard so too. In the morning, everyone was killed in the north of the city. It is said that the heads of the Tartar spies were still hanging on the city tower. Alas, I don't know if they are real spies. These days, everything is messy. Alas, those who cannot enter the city are in trouble. Once the Tartar army arrives, they will definitely be trampled to death. Alas, it's better to run faster."

Mo Yu ignored the sigh of old fist and frowned quietly.

The Tartars actually went south again, so arrogant! They just came last year, and this year they came again. It seems that they are really addicted to looting. They treat Ming Kingdom as their back garden, and come whenever they want to come, and leave whenever they want. However, he, who was born in the Hu Ben Army, was not very afraid of the Tartars. In the battle of Huangxian, the Hu Ben Army killed thousands of Tartars. Now that the Tartars come again, they can only be beaten to death. Mo Yu never doubted this.

If Zhang Zhun wanted to evacuate the capital by himself, he would definitely notify him in time. Since he had not received the notice, he would just let him stay in the capital. Without Zhang Zhun's order, he would be happy to be free in the capital. So, as usual, Mo Yu asked for a few steamed buns, a few buns, and a bowl of porridge, and slowly ate them. During this period, he carefully studied the difference between steamed buns and buns. There was no way, he had too much time, so he had to waste it on these details.

"Mo Yu, Mo Yu!" Suddenly, someone came in and shouted condescendingly.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yu did not raise his head and slowly continued to study the surprise between steamed buns and buns. He focused and focused.

"Mr. Liu is looking for you." The person who shouted at Mo Yu was dressed up in a very arrogant tone, as if he was Mo Yu's boss.

"Oh." Mo Yu responded listlessly, his body was too lazy to move. He tore the steamed buns and buns he had studied slowly and slowly, and then chewed them slowly. Every move he had wasted as much time as possible. Because he had to stay here for at least half an hour, otherwise there would be no place to go. As for the person who called him, Mo Yu pretended not to see anything.

In Mo Yu's eyes, Lord Liu was not considered an adult at all. He was a small ritualist in the Ministry of Rites. He didn't even have a formal title from the eighth-rank sesame official. But this guy pretended to be in front of Mo Yu all day long. When Mo Yu came to the capital, he was received by this guy from the Ministry of Rites. As soon as he met, the guy hinted that the Hu Ben Army had a lot of fuel and wanted to ask for bribes from Mo Yu. Mo Yu was too lazy to pay attention to him, and the two of them had an unhappy relationship.

The follower saw that Mo Yu had no reaction at all, and he looked very unhappy and couldn't help but say again: "Mo Yu, Lord Liu is looking for you."

Mo Yu still didn't raise his head, slowly chewing the bun in his mouth, and said lazily: "What are you asking me for?"

The follower was a little angry and repeated hard: "Mo Yu, Lord Liu is looking for you."

Mo Yu still didn't look up and said without any pain: "I know, what did he ask me for?"

The entourage was angry and reached out to take off the buns in Mo Yu's hand and pour out his porridge. Mo Yu stopped working immediately. When eating, how dare you do it? Smash my job? I can't say so, so I started to fight with the other party. He was also an uncivilized master. He picked up the porridge and poured it directly on the other party, and said coldly: "Will you beg for food? I'll give it to you!"

The entourage was immediately furious and patted the porridge on his clothes. He was about to come up. He really started to beat Mo Yu hard. Although Mo Yu was known as a literati, he was actually a gangster and had a lot of experience in fighting. As soon as he bent down, he handed the bench under his butt on his hand. I had the bench in my hand, so he confronted the other party with a fierce look.

Suddenly, a person came in outside, who was the so-called Lord Liu. He was wearing an official uniform, as if he was a proud little rooster. He separated the two of them anxiously, and said with a smile on his face: "Mo Yu, can we talk about it in another place?"

Mo Yu waved the bench in his hand and said hard: "I'm beating a dog! I'm very busy! Let's talk about it later!"

Lord Liu's name is Liu Huade, and he happened to have a dog face. When he heard Mo Yu mention the word "dog", his face suddenly looked ugly. He couldn't help but emphasize and said, "Mo Yu, I have something to do with you!"

Mo Yu took the bench and protected himself vigilantly, and said coldly: "What a big deal! Let's talk about anything here."

Liu Huade hurriedly said, "It's inconvenient to speak here."

Mo Yu casually said, "What's inconvenient? It is said that the Tartars are coming again?"

Liu Huade's expression changed slightly and he said deeply: "Mo Yu, let's talk about it in another place."

Mo Yu said without hesitation: "Just talk here."

Liu Huade had no choice but to say, "Since you want to talk here, then come and drive everyone else away!"

Mo Yu looked at the other party coldly, frowned and said, "You come and pay the bill."

Liu Huade hurriedly threw out more than a dozen copper plates and placed them randomly on the table.

Mo Yu chewed the steamed buns and walked out of the shop slowly. Damn, if it weren't for the worry that he would have implicated the old fist, he and Liu Huade would have said nothing good. Humph, when the Tartars didn't come, no one could see anyone in the capital, and no one ever asked about himself. Now that the Tartars are coming, all the monsters and monsters have come out. I deserve it!

Suddenly, Mo Yu felt someone blocked the way, so he looked up habitually and saw another monster! It turned out that the person who stood in front of him was the doctor of the Ministry of Rites, named Huang Gonglin. Mo Yu also hated this guy, and he seemed to be 25 years old, but he was actually a fifth-rank official. Mo Yu estimated that Zhang Zhun was a first-rank official. If he was rewarded in terms of merit, he would definitely be fine if he got the fifth-rank master himself. The other party was arrogant, so he would naturally be even more arrogant.

Among the six ministries, officials, households, rituals, labour, punishment, soldiers, and the Ministry of Rites is a typical clear-water yamen, but their eyes are all in the sky, and they don’t look at people directly. But when they ask for bribes, they are not willing to let others go. Because of some things, Mo Yu has been to the Ministry of Rites several times, and the consequences are naturally conceivable.

Relying on the support of Zhang Zhun and Hu Benjun, Mo Yu raised the leftover buns in his hand and said bluntly: "Dr. Huang, what are you doing here in the morning? I have a few leftover buns on my hand. Do you want to divide them with you?"

Huang Gonglin said with a deep face: "Mo Yu, I have something to discuss with you."

Mo Yu took back the bun and said indifferently: "Okay, let's talk!"

Huang Gonglin said solemnly: "Let's go back to the Ministry of Rites to discuss."

Mo Yu rolled his eyes and said with a sneering face: "Forgive, last time I went to your Ministry of Rites, they were all so arrogant that they looked like the king of heaven. I couldn't find a place to want to have a cup of tea. I think it's better to talk here."

Huang Gonglin's face looked slightly angry, and he couldn't help but rise up in flirting, and said angrily: "Mo Yu, what is your attitude?"

Mo Yu spread his hands and looked sarcastic, and said bluntly: "What is my attitude? He must kneel three times and kowtow nine times, and then respectfully said, "Doctor, what's the matter with me? How can you ask you to come here in person? You are doing it for someone else to go to the cottage... If you have an order, I will roll over..."

Huang Gonglin said angrily: "You! You! Scoundrel!"

Mo Yu said disdainfully: "Bah! I don't know who is a rogue! I usually have eyes on my head, and I look like a beggar! I owe you money? Now the Tartars have come here and wet their pants. I just remember our Hu Ben Army? Bah! I don't recognize who you are! If you want to talk to me, please ask your Minister of Rites to come! You are not enough!"

Huang Gonglin was not angry and pointed at Mo Yu, trembling all over, and could not say a word. If it were someone else, he might have ordered others to be tied up and convicted. However, he did not dare to face Mo Yu. In fact, he was indeed ordered to come to find Mo Yu.

The Tartars went south for the third time, and the top leaders of the capital knew about it. The Tartars went south this time and came very fiercely. Information shows that the Tartars might have an army of more than 100,000. It is possible to attack the capital with more than 100,000 troops. For a time, the Ministry of War, the Cabinet, and the Emperor were all numb. What should the Tatars do if they really besieged the capital? It was too late to transfer troops from Shaanxi and Sichuan, and the Guanning Army could not draw much. So, the first thing that everyone thought of was naturally Zhang Zhun's Hu Ben Army.

The question is, how can we negotiate the conditions with the Hu Ben Army as soon as possible? Everyone knows that Zhang Zhun is a rebellious lord. Without sweetness, he will not help at all. The last time the Tatars attacked his territory, so he had to fight the Tartars to the death. This time, the Tatars attacked the capital, so Zhang Zhun was too lazy to pay attention! However, no matter what, he had to try. If he wanted to try, he had to contact the Hu Ben Army and Zhang Zhun.

Finally, some people remembered it. When Shi Kefa escorted the head of the Tatars into the capital, it seemed that a man who claimed to be the representative of the Hu Ben Army followed him to the capital. Later, everyone kicked the Hu Ben Army aside. The Ministry of War and other departments competed for merit and completely forgot the representative of the Hu Ben Army. I don’t know if he was still in the capital. Finally, the god of grief saw that someone from the Ministry of Rites knew Mo Yu’s address, so he hurriedly came to the door.

Mo Yu understood very well, and regardless of how angry Huang Gonglin was, he said to himself: "You have something to do with the Hu Ben Army, so go directly to Shandong to find the governor. Isn't Shi Kefa known as the God-Sports Taishang? You send him to Shandong!"

Huang Gonglin forced his anger to suppress his inner anger, put on a righteous look, and said in a deep voice: "Mo Yu, this is a national event, don't make a joke!"

Mo Yu rolled his eyes again and said sarcastically: "What a big national event! When you are in trouble, you think of the Hu Ben Army. Why don't anyone mention it when there are benefits? I said, you should either send Shi Kefa to Shandong, or let the Minister of Rites come to talk to me! I'm too lazy to see other people!"

After saying that, he left with his longevity.
Chapter completed!