Late Ming Dynasty: Conquering the world starting from riding and cutting

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Qin Hao looked at the road guide made of a palm-wide poplar wooden plaque in his hand, which was engraved with his birthplace and identity: "Dengzhou Prefecture, Penglai County, Xiaze Township, Qinjiazhuang, Minghao, the eldest son in the family, Gao He is seven feet five inches tall and has a fair and handsome face.

After weighing it a few times, it was not as heavy as an egg: "With this we can enter the city."

"It's logically possible, but"

"But what?" Seeing him hesitating, Qin Hao looked unhappy and interrupted before he finished speaking.

The purpose of letting Chen Hu go first was to ask him to prepare this route. If it was useless, he might as well go ashore directly from the mouth of the Yangtze River to save himself the trouble.

"Sir, the road guide can keep us safe along the way, but if we want to enter the city, we still need one thing." Zhuge Xuan rode forward and explained to Chen Hu.

"what?"

"Sabre Order."

Different from the heroes in movies and TV shows who all carry swords and roam the world with freedom of entry and exit, at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang stipulated that anyone with a sword in his family must report it to the local government and obtain permission before using it.

Anyone who does not will be punished, ranging from confinement to beheading.

Once the swords are confiscated, the difficulty of rebellion will rise sharply.

Confucianism used literature to disrupt the law, and chivalrous people used martial arts to disrupt the prohibition. This is an eternal truth. In the later feudal dynasty, such regulations became more stringent.

Without the Sword Order, it would be difficult to enter the city, and for someone at the level of Jinling, the giant in the southeast, the hope would be even slimmer.

Jinling is not a small town like Penglai. A dozen or so riders can defeat the city. This brilliant achievement will never be replicated in Jinling.

After hearing their explanation, Qin Hao secretly despised him: The rules and regulations of the Ming Dynasty are so infuriating that nothing can be done.

"Then what do you guys think we should do?"

He had given up his game, since he didn't understand anything anyway. Fortunately, he left the problem to Zhuge Xuan and Chen Hu. One was resourceful and the other was a local coward. It was up to them. He didn't wait for them to reply and just rode away. A place where right and wrong are resolved.

Isn't what a minister should do to share his master's worries? Qin Hao can see this more clearly than anyone else.

Zhuge Xuan smiled bitterly and discussed ideas with Chen Hu.

It wasn't until the sun was three poles high that I came up with a roughly feasible plan to return the favor.

Qin Hao was eating dry food with his head down. When he saw the two people coming, he raised his head and asked, "I thought of it."

"Um."

Zhu Ge

When Chen Hu saw this, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Yingtianfu Yin Ruan Dacheng had a relationship with my father in the early years. I also know him. If we go to talk about our friendship, we can still get it."

Hearing this, Qin Hao was also surprised and happy. He didn't expect Chen Hu to still have this friendship. Doesn't this mean that they can receive more care?

It's easy to get a sword token, so why not use it for big things.

"In that case, why not trade with him."

The Ming Dynasty implemented the two-capital system. The capital and Yingtian Mansion, one in the north and one in the south, were the hubs of the country. Yingtian Mansion also had the imperial court, six ministries, and the imperial palace. The regulations were exactly the same as those in Beijing.

But this is just talk. Although Yingtian Mansion has everything, there is one thing missing - the emperor. Without the emperor, it is nothing, just a decoration.

When officials in Beijing retire or make mistakes, they will be sent to the south to take up posts. Therefore, the six officials in Yingtian Mansion have no real power. They are just idlers who eat and drink and receive a salary from the court.

If anyone wants to say who is the biggest in the entire southeastern region, it must be Yingtianfu Yin. He is the one who actually holds the power.

"Trade with him?" Chen Hu was stunned, completely unaware that his master could say such a thing.

This is simply a wise saying. Instead of looking for salt merchants in the southeast, it is better to go directly to the bottom of the cauldron and find someone in the officialdom.

Wrangling with salt merchants may even lead to resistance from them. After all, they have formed an interest group, and it is difficult to break into it if you don't have some skills.

But it will be fine if you find an official. This is not to say that officials of Yingtian Mansion do not collude with salt merchants, but that Yin Tianfu Yin Ruan Dacheng is impossible.

It's not that he is impartial and honest, it's mainly because he is Wei Zhongxian's godson and is not in the same line as the main officials in the southeast.

To put it simply, the civil servants in the southeast looked down upon him and did not allow their salt merchants to send him money.

After understanding this, Chen Hu immediately said: "Sir, it is feasible, it is completely feasible."

"good!"

With Chen Hu's approval, I can get twice the result with half the effort, and I have great hope.

"By the way, when you get to Yingtian Mansion, you are no longer allowed to call me Lord, you will call me Young Master instead." Qin Hao instructed.

The title "Sir" was okay in my own territory in Taiwan, but in the Ming Dynasty, it was illegal to use it. I changed it to "Gongzi". It not only suits my status, but also shows my temperament. It kills two birds with one stone. Why not do it.

"No!" everyone responded in unison.

"Without further delay, let's set out at full speed. We must arrive at Jinling tomorrow." Having said everything, Qin Hao gave the order and the whole team set off quickly.

More than a dozen horses and men galloped on the official road, setting off bursts of smoke.

Early the next morning, after a day and night of running, we finally saw Jinling City.

Its majesty cannot be explained in words. The inner city wall alone is 35 kilometers long, and the outer city wall is 70 kilometers long. With a household registration of 1.2 million, it is truly the largest city in the Ming Dynasty.

There are even 4 more city gates than Beijing, with 13 as many as Chaoyang Gate, Jubao Gate, Tongji Gate, Zhengyang Gate, Sanshan Gate, Shicheng Gate, Qingliang Gate, Dinghuai Gate, Yifeng Gate, Taipingmen, Shencemen, Jinchuanmen, Zhongfumen.

Qin Hao and others arrived at the Shence Gate located in the north of the city. As for why they chose this place, there was no other reason than that it was close.

At this time, tea shops of all sizes at the city gate were open for business. Women were making tea and making breakfast in the tea sheds, while their husbands were outside greeting guests.

In order not to attract attention, Qin Hao chose the corner of the tea shed. There was only one shopkeeper in the entire tea shed.

After everyone sat down, the tea shed with only a few people there was immediately cleared away. They were all equipped with knives, and they were all strong men. Their figures were too difficult to hide.

The tea shop owner also had a numb scalp. He hadn't had such a customer in many years. But when he came, he was a customer, like God, and he could get money, so he had to bite the bullet.

Remove the tea bowls that the previous guests drank from, replace them with new ones, pour tea one by one, and serve breakfast to each table. After finishing, they didn't dare to stay for a moment and walked away in a hurry.

This group of people all have evil spirits on their bodies, and their legs will become weak when they get close, which scares everyone to death.

"Tsk"

Qin Hao took a sip of the tea and found it was too bland. He didn't feel anything except that it wasn't bitter. It was incomparable to the heaven and hell he drank at his mansion in Taiwan.

However, it is understandable that Zhuge Xuan lost a few taels of silver to the shopkeeper, and they had to cover the tea shed for a day.

The shopkeeper took the money and his eyes widened. He stared at the silver-white thing in his hand and thought to himself that it had been a long time since he had seen such "good money".

I have never seen it since I opened the tea shed. No, I have never seen it in such good condition in my life. I looked around and carefully put it in my pocket.

These adults are really generous!

"Sir, I'm going to the city first!" After eating breakfast, Chen Hu said with his fists in hand.

"Be careful." Qin Hao nodded in acquiescence.

"Take this letter before you go!"

Before Chen Hu entered the city, he was stopped by Zhuge Xuan and gave him a letter: "This is the profit of white salt and sugar written by me. It may be useful to bring it with you."

Kindness can only win the battle, and what can open people's mouths must be interests.

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