The next day, Dongwang Godala woke up from his sleep. He had eaten too much last night. When he came back, he took a nice hot bath and felt refreshed.

"The days people lived in the Ming Dynasty are called days~"

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

According to the itinerary, they will stay in Tianjin for one more day before going to Beijing tomorrow.

Today, Fu Han, the Minister of Rites of the Ming Dynasty, also arranged an activity for them, which is to go to the Tianjin Royal Stadium to watch a football match.

As the New Year is approaching, the football matches in Tianjin are also extremely popular.

There are football matches every day, and almost every venue is full and lively.

After enjoying a delicious Ming Dynasty breakfast, everyone took the four-wheeled carriage to the Tianjin Royal Stadium again.

"football?"

"What is this football?"

East King Godara listened to his subordinate's report with some confusion.

“I heard it’s a kind of sport~”

The people under my command didn't know much either, so they could only give such a simple answer.

Soon, the four-wheeled carriage that everyone was riding in arrived at the Tianjin Royal Stadium. There was still some time before the game started, and the entire stadium was already crowded with people outside.

There are people everywhere, huge crowds of people, and at the same time, various people doing business are constantly shouting, and there are also some who come here to perform jugglers, find an open space, and start performing.

Since football became popular in Tianjin, Tianjin Royal Stadium has become another tourist place in Tianjin, where a large number of people gather every day.

Every match is very popular, and the stadium is full. Many people come here to join in the fun even if they have nothing to do. There is football to watch inside the stadium, and there are also various performances and juggling outside.

It was also very lively.

"So many people~"

After getting off the four-wheeled carriage, everyone couldn't help but marvel.

The field outside the stadium was very empty and was entirely paved with cement. At this time, the huge square was filled with people.

“This is Tianjin’s Royal Stadium?”

Shimazu Tadamasa looked at the huge stadium in front of him and couldn't help but be shocked by its size.

As early as when we were in Japan, we had already heard many businessmen from the Ming Dynasty talking about the Tianjin Stadium. Today I finally had the honor to come and take a look in person.

"I heard this football game is very interesting."

Yin Shizhongzhen also nodded slightly, smiled and said.

"We'll find out soon after we take a look."

Shimazu Tadamasa thought for a while and answered.

"The game hasn't started yet, you can just take a look and walk around."

Fu Han, the Minister of Rites, was responsible for hosting these events. He looked at the events and said with a smile.

After hearing Fu Han's words, everyone began to disperse and wander around very casually.

"Are these Japanese people?"

"Is this hair really ugly?"

"I'm from Japan. I've heard that foreigners are coming to pay tribute to me in the Ming Dynasty these days."

"See, those are North Koreans."

"And those are Nanyang people, very dark-looking."

With the arrival of many missions, the surrounding people immediately looked over and started discussing with the people of these missions.

Emperor Gokashiwara, Yoshitada and others all understood the Ming Dynasty dialect, but when they were told that their hair was ugly and they were not well-dressed, they immediately became ugly.

As for the envoys from various countries in Southeast Asia, they basically did not understand the Ming Dynasty dialect, but they all walked around casually with a smile.

East King Godala took his entourage and wandered around the square very casually, watching sideshows and the like, and buying some snacks from time to time.

"Uncle, okay, please give me a copper."

At this time, he suddenly saw a beggar begging for money.

"Give him some silver~"

Godara said to his followers.

"Pap~"

A silver dollar fell into the beggar's broken bowl.

"Thank you~"

The beggar was overjoyed, and then he looked up and saw that they were some Nanyang people in strange clothes. He immediately picked up the silver dollar and threw it back and said: "Take it back, I, the Ming Dynasty, don't need the charity from you barbarians."

"Is he too young?"

Godala, the king of the East, looked at the beggar and couldn't hear what the beggar was talking about. He quickly asked his followers, among whom there were people who were proficient in Ming dialect.

"He said that the people of Ming Dynasty do not need charity from us foreigners."

The follower replied with a somewhat ugly expression.

"ah?"

Godala was immediately stunned.

He has become a beggar, and what he has given is silver dollars, which are real gold and silver, but this beggar doesn’t want them, and there are only a few copper coins in his bowl.

Godala knew that what ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty used most was copper plates. This silver dollar was worth thousands of copper plates and could buy thousands of steamed buns.

This beggar didn't want it.

"I don't believe it~"

"Give him a piece of gold."

Godala, the Eastern King, immediately stopped believing in evil and ordered his followers.

"Yes~"

The attendant nodded, took out another piece of gold from his pocket, came to the beggar, and put the gold into his bowl.

"Get out~ get out~"

"Uncle, we don't need it. We Ming people don't need the charity from you foreigners."

The beggar looked at it, picked up the gold, threw it back, and shouted angrily.

"Okay~"

"Have some backbone~"

"That's how it should be. We, the Ming people, don't need charity from foreigners~"

There were many onlookers around, and when they saw it, they immediately cheered.

I, the Great Ming Dynasty, will never beg from these foreigners even if we are begging.

As someone cheered, people from the Ming Dynasty nearby also donated generously. A large number of copper coins fell to the beggar one after another. Some rich people even threw out silver coins.

"Thank you~Thank you, gentlemen~"

"This is too much, too much~"

"Don't throw it away~"

When the beggar saw it, he smiled and thanked everyone.

I don’t want gold from foreigners, but I’m happy with coppers from Ming people.

The East King Godala and others next to him were dumbfounded.

I have never seen such a beggar. He is already begging for money, but he doesn't even want charity from foreigners.

This Ming Dynasty man is really confusing.

However, Godala couldn't help but be in awe of this strange thing, and at the same time he felt a sense of confidence from the Ming people around him.

A kind of self-confidence of a great country.

Even though I am a beggar in the Ming Dynasty, I still look down on you foreigners.

It doesn't matter whether you are a prince or a king, whether the gift is gold or silver, we don't care.

So confident, so proud!

In the eyes of us Ming people, you are uncivilized barbarians. Even if we are beggars, we are still Ming people, and we are in a higher class than you, just because we are Ming people.

Shaking his head helplessly, East King Godara walked away dejectedly with his entourage.

So shameless!

These Ming people even refused to beg from foreigners like them. Their arrogance and extreme self-confidence made people admire them.
To be continued...