Chapter 363: Want Seaweed? That

Zhu Zhu Yijun presided over the court discussion in the Hall of Literary Brilliance as usual. Zhu Zhu Yiliu was yawning on the side as usual. He had played cards with the beauties of Wan Country for too long last night, leading to him being drowsy and unable to sleep well today. It was just ordinary card playing. Before his wedding, Zhu Zhu Yiliu would keep his promise. The court officials only felt that Zhu Zhu Yiliu was dissolute.

On the second day of the eighth month of the seventh year of Emperor Wanli, the horse ships sent by the Great Ming to the Mughal Empire, under the guidance of barges, slowly entered the New Port of Songjiang Prefecture. The Mughal Empire's envoy Shah Mamait, the Great Ming's envoy to the Mughal Empire Xiao Xiao Chongye, and the Goa Governor's Office's envoy Rui de Pereira.

Meneses attached great importance to this visit and also sent a noble. This Rui's mother came from the Marquis of Santa Cruz of Spain—that is, the man who was exceptionally proficient in both land and sea warfare and even made Philip II somewhat wary. This Rui and the envoy Diego who remained in the Great Ming were relatives.

Shah Mamait was still the same personality, throwing silver bags to invite people to drink tea wherever he went, his actions still as free and smooth as ever. That Rui de was completely different from Diego. Diego was still very arrogant when he arrived in the Great Ming, while Rui had a clear understanding of the Great Ming's strength.

"The Great Ming is a sleeping lion. It should have been allowed to continue sleeping. Who awakened it?" After meeting Li Li Yashi, Rui asked the question he had been particularly concerned about along the way. The Great Ming's strength and weakness—since Rui mixed in this territory, he naturally knew it clearly.

The Great Ming had vast territory and a large population; it was indeed a majestic lion. But this majestic lion had fallen asleep itself. The Great Ming's own endogenous problems caused the Great Ming's political decrees to be as difficult to move as an ox in a mud pit. Now that this lion had awakened, how exactly it had awakened was the question.

"Zhang Zhang Siwei, an ambitious person." Li Li Yashi, as the Western envoy to the Great Ming, didn't just eat and not work. After a deep understanding of the Great Ming's culture and past events, he gave an answer. Who awakened the sleeping lion? It was the Great Ming Emperor and Zhang Zhang Juzheng, but Li Li Yashi knew for a fact that it was Zhang Zhang Siwei who had gently knocked and awakened the Great Ming Emperor's sleeping fighting spirit.

Rui nodded and said quite sincerely, "Can I meet this Zhang Zhang Siwei?"

Li Li Yashi smiled and said, "You can, but he has been cut into ten thousand pieces and preserved in pine resin at the Academy of Dissection. It will be more complicated to see him."

"Ten thousand pieces? Pine resin?" Rui looked blank, then gradually realized. He laughed for a long time and said, "Envoy Li Li Yashi is really humorous."

Li Li Yashi shook his head and said, "I am not humorous; I am warning you."

"If you want to engage in some conspiracies, such as assassinating the Emperor, the Senior Grand Secretary, or a general, I suggest you don't. Even if you were to unite with the parasites of the Great Ming, you wouldn't be able to kill them. Instead, you would only enrage His Majesty. Because of the departure of a general, His Majesty's anger has nowhere to vent; it is like the dark clouds of this torrential rain, piling up in the sky and striking fear into people. If you do these things in the Great Ming, His Majesty will truly cut you into ten thousand pieces."

"This is not a warning, but a fact."

In the past half month, the miscellaneous reports in the Great Ming capital had been very cautious, fearing to provoke the wrath of thunder.

Li Li Yashi learned through gossip about a matter whose truth was unknown: the playboy Kong Kong Yinlin from the Kong family case in Yanzhou had been "dog-executed" by His Majesty releasing dogs. Li Li Yashi couldn't be sure of the truth of this matter, so he naturally didn't dare write it in his travelogue. His Majesty's stinginess and greed were facts that could be written, but matters that came from nowhere without real evidence, Li Li Yashi would not write, even if he had an eighty percent certainty that it was true.

Li Li Yashi actually found it hard to understand. The Kong family in Yanzhou was like the Holy See on the northwestern highlands of Rome; it was the Great Ming's place of faith. How dared the Great Ming Emperor take action against the Duke Duke Yansheng's mansion in Yanzhou, and use such thunderous means? And at this time, everyone immediately accepted this fact, and the sacrificial official Kong Kong Wenyin, who was from the Southern Kong family, was also accepted by everyone.

In Li Li Yashi's view, this was as absurd as the Eastern Orthodox Patriarch running to Rome to be Pope.

After deep communication between Li Li Yashi and the Minister of Rites Chen Chen Xuehui, Li Li Yashi finally understood this principle. Unlike the West, the gods of the Great Ming were all conferred by the Emperor. Without the Emperor's conferment, the gods of the Great Ming eating incense was not in accordance with ritual. Gods without the Emperor's conferment were called "licentious sacrifices."

Diego was a mess, but his mess was at the level of a playboy, so he only needed to be beaten by Luo Luo Sigong. But this Rui de, who had been active in the Strait of Ma Liujia for a long time, seemed respectful on the surface, but was actually a pirate at heart.

"Envoy Li Li Yashi has stayed in the Great Ming for too long and has been blinded by prosperity? You have forgotten your promise to the Lord. If you return to the West, you will definitely be burned alive at the stake!" Rui was exposed and immediately gritted his teeth, retorting.

The backslider Li Li Yashi was simply damned. Philip II, this supporter of the Inquisition, actually allowed Li Li Yashi to continue serving as an envoy; it was simply muddled.

Li Li Yashi said happily, "Then let the Inquisition come to the Great Ming to catch me back. If you can't do it, don't shout."

"You!" Rui pointed at Li Li Yashi, speechless from being retorted. The capital of the Great Ming was a place of benevolence. The Inquisition of the West really didn't have the ability to come to the Great Ming's territory, especially under the Emperor's nose, to catch people.

Li Li Yashi moved back a bit, looking somewhat disgusted, and said, "You, if you want to meet Great Ming officials, you need to bathe and change clothes, and burn incense. Otherwise, with your appearance, you won't even be able to see the officials of the Court of Ceremonial, let alone see His Majesty. The Great Ming has an old saying: 'When under the eaves, one must bow one's head.'"

"I really don't know how much white-eyed looks you suffered on your way here with this habit of not bathing. I guess everyone avoided you. This is summer."

Rui de didn't bathe. This unbathed Rui exuded a strong odor from head to toe. This odor was a mixture of body odor, perfume, and filth. After talking to Rui de for a few sentences, Li Li Yashi felt a bit nauseous.

Before, Li Li Yashi was like this too, shameless Luo Jin Lian, and was also this flavor. Later, after washing clean, he discovered that bathing would not bring divine punishment.

Rui still wanted to get angry, but on his way here, the people of the Great Ming really avoided him as much as they could. After all, this was thirty years of accumulated filth, plus that cheap alcohol mixed with perfume. It was indeed a bit uncomfortable, and this was summer.

"I will go bathe." Rui gritted his teeth and said.

Li Li Yashi sat back again, looked at Rui, and said, "This is not Lisbon, not full of excrement everywhere. You don't need to wear a wide-brimmed hat to prevent people upstairs from spilling last night's filth, and you don't need to wear high heels to avoid excrement. Do you want to change your outfit a little?"

"At least don't make me so embarrassed. Consider it my plea. You left, and I am in the capital. His Majesty will probably use this matter to laugh at me for a lifetime. Are all the people from my hometown this kind of trash?"

Wide-brimmed hats to prevent filth from being spilled on one's head, and high heels to avoid stepping on excrement.

The Goa Archbishop Joao Vincente proudly told Li Li Yashi in a letter that Goa was the Lisbon of the East. Li Li Yashi couldn't figure out why this was something to be proud of. Lisbon was just a small city with a population of less than two hundred thousand, a city full of filth, whose scale couldn't even compare to Haizhou (Lianyungang) in every aspect.

Rui fled in panic. An hour later, Rui bathed, changed clothes, and burned incense. While walking, he said in disbelief, "Father God above, is it really this magical?"

Rui looked at his arms in disbelief. Scrubbing a bath felt like it had been polished, and after applying the Red Jade Ointment—a moisturizing grease that felt like wax—he was shining.

It was truly magical. Rui had never felt so refreshed. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to return to Goa and continue living that kind of muddy life. Rui finally understood why Li Li Yashi didn't want to go back.

The next day, Li Li Yashi took Rui to stroll through the streets and alleys of the Great Ming capital. Rui shouted in surprise all the way. Li Li Yashi wasn't surprised. When Diego first arrived, he was exactly the same as Rui. After seeing more, he got used to it.

The prosperity of the Great Ming far exceeded Rui's imagination, and now the Great Ming had sufficient military force to protect this prosperity.

Chen Chen Xuehui, forty-three years old this year, told Li Li Yashi that after the Northern Barbarians invaded the capital region in the twenty-ninth year of Emperor Jiajing, countless people fled the capital. On the entire main road of the capital, there were only two or three hurried passersby. At that time, the eight prefectures, seventy counties, and nineteen departments of the Northern Capital had only seven hundred and twenty thousand people.

And today, just the capital and the dwellings stretching outside the city walls exceeded one million two hundred thousand people. This prosperity was something Li Li Yashi found fresh; the Great Ming had regained what it had lost.

"Envoy Li Li Yashi, you deceived me. The Great Ming also has high heels! Look at those women, they are wearing them!" Rui discovered a very strange thing: some women in the Great Ming also wore high heels.

"Things tinkered with by the Imperial Academy of Sciences. They divide the body into upper and lower parts at the navel, with a golden ratio of 0.618. But not everyone can grow so perfectly to fit this ratio. At this time, they have to rely on some tools to achieve this golden ratio. The posture will appear more light and graceful. Those with red soles must not be provoked; those are noble people." Li Li Yashi reminded Rui that the existence of high heels in the Great Ming was to pursue beauty, completely different from the purpose of avoiding stepping on shit in the West.

As for the red soles that must not be provoked, it was because red dye was extremely expensive, and only wealthy families would dye the entire sole red to show their status.

This kind of shoe that pursued beauty was mainly sold by the Imperial Manor and was very popular. Li Li Yashi analyzed that it was popular because the Great Ming's skirts—taking the horse-face skirt as an example—didn't look good if made too short, and would drag on the floor if made too long. At this time, in order to wear the skirt better, some extravagant families would naturally go to the Imperial Manor to buy this thing. Everyone has a love for beauty.

The Imperial Manor's business was mainly about not cheating the poor. The things inside were extremely expensive, but also extremely luxurious. The things sold every month were also limited in quantity. The strange thing was that the more limited the things were, the more sought after they were. The strange thing was that although some people imitated the Imperial Manor's products, these imitated things were not recognized.

Li Li Yashi didn't understand business; he could only say that His Majesty truly had a way to make money.

Of course, His Majesty's business wasn't always smooth sailing. For example, perfume—if it was produced by the Imperial Manor, it must be a boutique, but not many people bought it. The people of the Great Ming didn't need perfume to cover up their body odor.

Li Li Yashi took Rui through the streets and alleys and then returned to the Hall of Meeting Envoys. He took out the travelogue he had just written and let Rui take a good look.

"Bad weather inevitably leads to a reduction in grain production. The Great Ming Empire has a large population, and the decline in grain production will inevitably affect the stability of the Emperor's rule. If there are riots everywhere and people's hearts are scattered, then even the wisest monarch will be helpless when facing subjects who have completely lost their awe."

"The Great Ming's grain crisis hasn't reached the point of being unmanageable, but the moment the grain crisis breaks out, it will be impossible to manage. Preparing an umbrella before it rains is the only way not to get wet. The Great Ming Emperor and the elders of the Senate understand this principle very well. I even suspect that the Great Ming's purpose in opening the sea is not silver, but grain. This is consistent with my understanding of the Great Ming people."

"The reason I say this is because before, there were rumors that the great galleons couldn't arrive at the port on schedule, but the adventurous young monarch didn't rush to explore the new world. Although the speed of silver inflow decreased briefly, the young monarch seemed happy to see it. Therefore, I say that the Great Ming's purpose in opening the sea is probably not silver, but plantations and the grain in the plantations. This is consistent with my understanding of the Great Ming people."

"Dante, who wrote 'The Divine Comedy,' said in 'Monarchia': 'Grain is the imperial throne.' I agree with this sentence very much, and the supreme Emperor His Majesty has read it and agrees with it very much."

"It is precisely based on this logic that those Portuguese merchants who occupy such a critical position as the Strait of Ma Liujia have become one of the obstacles for the young monarch to obtain grain. Their harassment increases the cost of the Great Ming obtaining grain. The angry monarch will use his navy to vent his anger, rather than breaking those exquisite porcelain pieces."

"I am not optimistic about the resistance of the Portuguese merchants and the Goa Governor's Office. They don't understand the Great Ming people's desire for grain. Opening the sea is like opening Pandora's box. Perhaps until the day they die, they won't know why they died. It is neither the dignity of the Heavenly Dynasty nor the Emperor's face, just grain..."

Li Li Yashi had been writing this travelogue for just five days. The Great Ming Emperor, who had already read it, also applied his vermilion brush to four words: "It is precisely so."

"Grain? Why is it grain?" Rui finished reading the travelogue and said in confusion, "As the Emperor of the Great Ming, would he still be short of grain?"

"The common people are short of grain." Li Li Yashi tried to explain the logic of this problem, but didn't know where to start.

In the culture of the West, if the common people starve to death, they starve to death; the monarch and the church don't need to take any responsibility. But the Central Plains are completely different. The supreme Emperor's only threat to his position is precisely the common people.

According to the Great Ming Emperor's explanation, the Emperor is also a bureaucrat, and the bureaucrat's first duty is to protect and consolidate his own power.

Li Li Yashi could fully understand the deep meaning of the eight characters "The people are the foundation of the country; when the foundation is solid, the country is peaceful," but asking him to explain this to Rui, this sea pirate who kills without blinking, wasn't that playing the lute to a cow?

Li Li Yashi attributed these to cultural differences.

"Great Ming horses." Li Li Yashi didn't explain too much. He looked exceptionally melancholy. He wrote the travelogue in Latin, originally for Westerners to see, but Westerners might not be able to understand it. Wasn't this a kind of tragedy?

Rui shook his head and said, "Will the Great Ming's pace of opening the sea really stop at the Strait of Ma Liujia? This place is extremely important to the Great Ming. Is it not important to our Goa Governor's Office?"

"When the Strait of Ma Liujia is in the hands of the Great Ming, their navy can attack any part of our Governor's Office at any time from the Strait of Ma Liujia. The Great Ming can arbitrarily detain our ships, and we can only bow our heads and pay the ransom?"

"If we don't use the muskets in our hands to protect our interests, should we count on the Great Ming Emperor's mercy and charity?"

"The things the Great Ming is worried about, we are also very worried about!"

Li Li Yashi looked strange and said, "Can you win?"

"We can't win." Rui's grand principles came to an abrupt end, and his face turned red as he said that if they could win, he wouldn't be here.

The Battle of Tuna Bay had completely awakened Meneses, Rui, and others from their unrealistic fantasies. The idea that the Great Ming was not good at naval warfare was just a fantasy. The Great Ming had accumulated enough naval experience in the long war of suppressing Japanese pirates. The Great Ming had once again occupied the Old Port Pacification Office, letting Meneses know clearly that for the sake of victory, the Great Ming would also stop at nothing.

"That's it. If you can't win, minimize the losses. Think carefully about the gains and losses. Tomorrow, the officials of the Court of Ceremonial will contact you. If you still hold this contradictory idea, you won't be able to get anything from this trip to the capital, and you are destined to return empty-handed." Li Li Yashi stood up and left the Hall of Meeting Envoys.

The Ministry of Rites wanted to let the Goa Governor's Office know the Great Ming's determination regarding the Strait of Ma Liujia.

In comparison, the atmosphere on the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun's side was much friendlier. The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun and Wang Wang Chonggu and Zhang Zhang Xueyan argued back and forth, but at least the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun, a first-rank noble, met the Great Ming's ministers. At least the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun wouldn't return empty-handed from her trip to the capital.

"Bang!" The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun slapped the table, stood up, and shouted loudly, "Salt is seventeen wen a catty. Your brother Wang Wang Chonggu's price for salt from Hedong is no more than seven wen a catty. Even if you add transportation costs to Xuanfu and Datong, I accept an increase of ten wen. Now you tell me salt is seventy-four wen a catty. Wang Wang Chonggu, why don't you go rob someone!"

"It's the barbarian kings of the left and right wings fighting, not the Great Ming hinterland. I absolutely cannot accept this price."

"San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun, this price is already very low." Chen Chen Xuehui said in a low voice on the side. The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun was really bold, daring to call the current Wang Cifu by his name directly.

"Twenty-five wen a catty at most, no more! Wang Wang Cifu, the people of the grassland are also people. They are all waiting for me to pull salt back. You can't let the children lick salt stones." The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun changed the subject, and her tone became much softer.

Hearing this, Wang Wang Chonggu's eyes rolled, and he said with a smile, "Good."

"Wang Wang Chonggu, you tricked me!" The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun was such a smart person; she knew she had been tricked. She had called out twenty-five wen to let Wang Wang Chonggu counter-offer, but Wang Wang Chonggu had agreed directly.

"I want to see His Majesty! Don't stop me! Wang Wang Chonggu is bullying people! The money from wool and livestock, he also wants to cheat! The money isn't earned into my own pocket. I don't want silver or money, I want salt, iron pots, and tea. The Great Ming is bullying people too much!" Seeing Wang Wang Chonggu unmoved, the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun finished speaking and immediately ran outside. She wanted to see His Majesty! She had made contributions to the Great Ming!

"Everyone, come and see! A dignified Great Ming minister is bullying people!" The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun stood at the door and shouted. The envoys in the Hall of Meeting Envoys all came out to watch the excitement. Their eyes were very complicated; most were envious. Which of the barbarian envoys could see the Great Ming ministers? It was already good enough to have an official from the Hall of Meeting Envoys meet them.

Every time the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun came to the capital, she could talk directly to the ministers. The signboard of "descendant of the Central Plains" was indeed easy to use.

Wang Wang Chonggu slapped his forehead. This woman, she wasn't a first-rank noblewoman at all; she was simply a rascal.

The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun threw away her face directly. Wang Wang Chonggu didn't want face either. He sat still, drinking tea, shaking his head, and wrote down twenty-five wen a catty for salt. If a businessman doesn't make money, what business are they doing?

"Hmph!" The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun still came back and sat down. She knew the rules. The Great Ming Emperor was a heartless person. When the negotiations weren't settled, she definitely wouldn't be able to see His Majesty.

"Add eight taels of seaweed for every catty of salt, or I won't buy it. I'll go buy it from the Western merchants." The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun said in a fit of anger.

"Wang Wang Cifu, that's a different price for seaweed." Wang Wang Chonggu shook his head.

"If the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun wants to buy from Western merchants, go ahead. Their price for green salt can reach seventy wen a catty. I am also a businessman; I know the price very well."

The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun stared and said, "This is extortion! Hetao and Guihua are both places where barbarians and Han live together. You watch the barbarians die, that's fine, but do you want to watch the Han people die? What a heartless heart you have!"

Wang Wang Chonggu said calmly, "Who told you to fight? Even if it were His Majesty's benevolence, I would say sixty a catty. Buy it or not."

The price set by the Emperor for Wang Wang Chonggu was eighteen to twenty-five wen. This price was a reference given by Wang Wang Chonggu, which wasn't exactly an act of benevolence; it was just taking advantage of their fighting to weaken their power.

The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun leaned back in her chair, folded her arms, and complained, "Isn't it said that the horse ships have returned? The Great Ming should hurry up and organize cavalry to take back Guihua and Hetao! That would save me from running back and forth every day. When the time comes, it will be the Great Ming's land, and the people will be the Great Ming's people."

"In the words of you scholars, it is 'bathing in the imperial grace and holy virtue.'"

"Twenty-five wen a catty for salt, and must add five taels of seaweed."

Wang Wang Chonggu shook his head: "Don't even think about it."

"If you don't add it, I won't leave." The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun stared at Wang Wang Chonggu.

Wang Wang Chonggu stood up and said happily, "You don't have to leave. The Hall of Meeting Envoys doesn't lack the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun's pair of chopsticks. If you don't leave, I will."

The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun naturally wouldn't let Wang Wang Chonggu leave. Being a rascal didn't work. The final price of salt was set at twenty-five wen a catty. The price of iron pots didn't rise much, still one tael of silver per pot, and the price of tea bricks rose by nearly double. There was no way around this; the price of tea itself fluctuated greatly. It was the Great Ming tea price that had risen. The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun reduced the share of tea bricks, made up for the shortage of salt, and bought another thousand bags of dried seaweed, one hundred and twenty catties per bag.

The price of iron pots was one tael each, which had been the price for many years, and the quantity was limited. Ironware was just that expensive in these years, and these iron pots were cast iron, which couldn't make cannons, couldn't make firelocks, and certainly couldn't make swords, spears, or halberds.

Wang Wang Chonggu felt he had made a profit, and the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun also felt she hadn't lost much. Don't look at her being a rascal; in fact, this price was within her acceptable range. The Great Ming didn't take advantage of the situation to raise the price to an unacceptable level. Who told the Andahan and the Tuman Khan not to have finished fighting yet?

"How is the war between the Andahan and the Tuman Khan going?" Wang Wang Chonggu closed the account book and asked about the situation on the grassland.

"The Great Ming knew before I did!" The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun said helplessly, "What else can happen? It's a stalemate. They haven't been able to win quickly for three months. They couldn't chew down the Andahan. This war can only rely on the effort of grinding water. Sigh, it's worrying."

Both the Andahan and the Tuman Khan purchased the Great Ming's intelligence services. The intelligence from the beacon tower guards was extremely accurate. When both sides fought, they couldn't say there was no fog of war, but they were roughly aware of each other's movements, so there was a fight to be had.

They were all grassland people, and their tactics were about the same. They came and went, and many people died. But in the current situation, the Andahan still had a slight advantage. When Buyan entered the capital and told the Emperor that the Tuman Khan was not a soft persimmon that the Andahan could pinch whenever he wanted, it was indeed the case.

Qi Qi Jiguang's analysis of the war situation was still extremely accurate. Sure enough, it had entered a stalemate stage.

Wang Wang Chonggu looked at the teacup and said in a low voice, "San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun, we are all old acquaintances. Do you want to buy some military equipment? I have everything here: swords, spears, halberds, shields, armored vehicles, bows, crossbows, feather clusters, firearms, and cannons. We are all old acquaintances; how could I cheat you?"

"You also know that I, Wang Wang Chonggu, started by doing business. I'll sell you some secretly without His Majesty knowing."

"Does the Wang Wang Cifu really have them? This Zhang Zhang Xueyan is from the Chu Party, and this Chen Chen Xuehui is from the Emperor Party. Is it a bit too blatant for the Wang Cifu to say this in front of the two of them? Selling military equipment outside the border will cost you your head!" The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun said in surprise.

Wang Wang Chonggu smiled and said, "I dare to say it, so what is there for the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun to be afraid to hear? We are all our own people, it's fine. I am a Wang Cifu anyway. If I don't do it for money, am I doing it for the Great Ming's revival?"

The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun was slightly moved, but soon realized something. She slapped the table in anger and shouted, "Almost fell for your big trick! Not buying, absolutely not buying!"

Wang Wang Chonggu frowned and looked at the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun. He looked at Zhang Zhang Xueyan, not knowing where the problem was. He asked suspiciously, "What is the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun worried about?"

The San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun said with great certainty, "It's fundamentally a trap set by the Great Ming Emperor, waiting for me to jump into it. I won't! If I buy military equipment and take it back, Buyan will definitely come to buy the Great Ming's military equipment. In this way, it will still be a stalemate! The Great Ming Emperor just wants to watch the grassland flow with blood!"

Wang Wang Chonggu waved his hands repeatedly and said, "San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun is wrong. It's me selling it to the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun."

At this moment, the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun was extremely certain of her inner thoughts. She shook her head and said, "You don't have the goods at all! I see through you, Wang Wang Chonggu. You don't have the guts to do this kind of thing!"

"Indeed, I don't have the guts." Wang Wang Chonggu said with slight helplessness after being seen through by the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun. He indeed didn't have the guts. Swords, spears, and halberds were easy to talk about, but touching firearms, cannons, and gunpowder was truly looking for death.

Wang Wang Chonggu suddenly revealed a smile and said, "It's fine. If the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun doesn't fall for it, Buyan will fall for it. He will jump into it even if he knows it's a trap."

"The Tuman Khan is not the Andahan. The Tuman Khan can't afford to lose now."

Scholars kill without seeing blood.

Li Li Yashi was worried that Rui de and the wealthy households in the Western Earth City would get together and cause a big stir, so he warned them. Selling weapons to the San Niangzi San Niangzi Zhongshun was naturally adding fuel to the fire. Please vote for monthly tickets, Aowu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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