"Oh, I have achieved great success, but I still have to be so frustrated." Fang Fengshi couldn't help but say deeply indignantly.

He was a fellow villager of Zhang Juzheng in the same year of Gao Gong. If Wang Chonggu mainly represents the interests of the Shanxi Gang, he was the spokesperson of the two husbands in Xuanda. He thought he could use this to be the Minister of War to be a minister of the Ministry of War, but when he looked at the wind in the capital, he would be scolded for being a person who was too tired to go back, and he felt naturally frustrated.

"Isn't this the world today? You can be praised all over the world by sitting up and talking loudly. Whenever you do things, you will be scolded. The more you do, the louder you scold, and the better you get used to it." Wang Chonggu said deeply: "Look at my nephew, how many things have you done secretly for this tribute? You can be said to have made great contributions! But they found a charge and were just given up on the official position."

"Oh, I can only say that 'knowing that I am guilty of me, only the Spring and Autumn Period' is for the commentary of history." Fang Fengshi Xiao Suo sighed and said with a smile: "At least we can sleep peacefully in the future, which is enough now."

"Okay, this is a good mentality." Wang Chonggu nodded with a smile and said, "I'll send that 'what garbage' back so that Altan can withdraw his troops quickly."

"It's Han Naji." Fang Fengshi also smiled and reminded him.

Hundreds of thousands of people were taking refuge in Datong City. The government was under too much pressure. It was time to send the plague god away and return to their own houses.

~~

Who knew that the next day, Lu Guang came to report that Han Naji didn't want to go back.

"Why?" Governor Wang was writing a letter to comfort his beloved nephew Xiao Wei, and he put down his pen after hearing this.

"He said that the air in Datong City is sweet, so don't go back to the grassland filled with the smell of horse manure." The Green Light He said helplessly.

"Isn't this nonsense?" Wang Chonggu laughed and scolded: "I don't say anything about him, but I'm better than the air? Hundreds of thousands of refugees in Datong City are smelly on the streets. Can you compare the air on the grasslands with freshness?"

"In the past few months, he has been living in the mansion given to him by Bingxian, and has never left the house." Lu Guang smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe the smell of powder in the house is sweeter."

"Then he is greedy for women." Wang Chonggu said very well: "Just send him ten or eight Datong Lady and go back to the grassland with him."

"Of course this villain thought of it." Lu Guang shook his head and said, "But he said that women are just one side, as well as the mansions, food and opera culture of the Ming Dynasty, have been imprinted in his soul. So he is now a spiritual Ming Dynasty person and cannot do without his motherland."

"Bah, he is worthy!" Wang Chonggu spat angrily: "Tell him that I will ask his grandfather to give him Bansheng City to live. The people living there are Han people, so they can be regarded as his spiritual home, right? Give him whatever he wants, just give me a gift!"

"It should be almost the same now... right?" Lu Guang said a little unsure: "But the child is very successful, he just wants to be a Ming Dynasty person. He even named himself a Chinese name 'Zhong Daming'. Who knows if he can convince him?"

"Forget it, you'd better bring him here. I'm going to hold a banquet to see him off." Wang Chonggu had no choice but to go on the battle himself.

~~

The night is dark and the silk and bamboo are leisurely.

The back hall of the Governor's Office of Xuanda was brightly lit, Wang Chonggu was hosting Zhong Daming, and there were also dancers with big breasts and big buttocks.

In the past few months, Zhong Daming has made Han Naji's skin whiter and not so rough. However, the enthusiastic Datong lady seemed to have not served him well. She lost weight for a few times and her cheeks fell. She went from a powerful The Legend of the Condor Heroes to a weak scholar-like little thin man.

He wore a well-tailed dark flower purple-red round necklace, his hair was tied up high, and his net scarf was covered, and his every move was in line with the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty. He was like a young master of the Ming Dynasty, and there was no trace of the Tartars anymore.

Seeing him like this, Wang Chonggu was very satisfied. He felt that this guy called himself "smart" and was not bragging. He was indeed very assimilated.

But the more this happens, the more you have to send him back to Altan. What is the use of staying here? What Datong does not lack the most are the people of the Ming Dynasty, and it is original.

Thinking of this, Wang Chonggu persuaded the miserable young man more and more kindly, "Ming Dynasty, you think of yourself as a Ming Dynasty person. It's great to be willing to stay in the Ming Dynasty and not go back. However, the most important thing in the Ming Dynasty is filial piety. The so-called "all parents in the world" will naturally lead to all grandparents. If you cut off your relationship with your grandfather, wouldn't it be against filial piety? He is not a Ming Dynasty person, at least not a real Ming Dynasty person."

"Yes..." Han Naji's heart tightened. He didn't expect that he was still so far from the real Ming people. He quickly humbly said, "I was wrong. That old turtle is still my grandfather..."

"Uh..." Wang Chonggu almost choked and coughed, "If you don't talk about your grandfather, just talk about your grandmother, and you miss you day and night, crying endlessly. Can you feel at ease in Datong?"

"Uh..." Thinking of pulling his grandmother since childhood, Zhong Daming finally burst into tears and choked up, "No, Xiaosheng will go back tomorrow."

"That's right." Wang Chonggu was very satisfied and personally poured a glass of wine for this filial child.

"Then take Emoge to Datong to enjoy the happiness." But he changed Han Naji's tone and said, "Anyway, the house given by the Lord is very big, enough for us to live in."

"..." Wang Chonggu Petrochemical was on the spot, and the wine overflowed and didn't even notice it.

"Da Ming, aren't you letting your grandparents separate? This is not filial piety." Lu Guang hurriedly advised.

"My old turtle grandpa is eager to live with grandma." Han Naji gritted his teeth and said, "He has long thought she was in trouble!"

"Bastard!" Wang Chonggu slapped the table suddenly and said angrily: "Is there anyone who says that about his grandfather? He is the old turtle, what are you? Are you a little turtle?"

The music came to an abrupt end, and the dancers did not dare to move, and the first thing they could do was to scare Han Naji so much that his face turned pale.

"If your grandfather did not do anything wrong, what's the difficulty of respecting him? If he did something wrong, you can still maintain filial piety at this time. This is the real Ming people." Wang Chonggu shook the spoiled child and continued to brainwash him with the rules and said: "But it is not just about obedience, but about 'a few advice'. Mencius said that the more you are a relative and the more you are not a complaint, the more you are... the more you are a little bit unfilial."

After saying that, he gave Lu Guang a look, and the latter explained: "Mr. Bingxian means that you can have resentment in your heart, but you have to find a way to persuade him in a tactful way and help him correct his mistakes, rather than just evading resentment."

"Yeah." Zhong Daming nodded repeatedly, not sure if he understood or was scared.

"Now that your grandfather sincerely invites you to go back, just worry about going back. And you are already an official of the court. If your grandfather dares to treat you badly, Benxian will send 100,000 troops to ask for your crimes! Besides, the tribute has been successfully granted and the two sides will continue to exchange in the future. Benxian will keep the house for you, and you can come back to live at any time. What are you reluctant to leave?"

Wang Chonggu regained his temper and said, "And since your grandfather has already surrendered, the grassland is also the land of the Ming Dynasty, and your compatriots are also the Ming Dynasty people. But they do not have the awareness of you. As a pioneer, you have the obligation to guide them to treat themselves as Ming Dynasty people."

"Yes!" A fire lit up in Zhong Daming's eyes, as if he had found the goal of life, but then he said a little disgusted: "But I don't know what to do?"

"Don't worry, I'm there." Lu Guang gave him a look of relief and smiled: "I will help you build Banshengcheng well so that the Mongolian people can live a Ming-style life."

"Then I'll be relieved." Han Naji breathed a sigh of relief, and finally said, "Okay, I'll go back..."

"Why are you standing there?" Wang Chonggu also breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the musician dancer: "Switch on the music, continue to dance! Benxian wants to be drunk with the Ming Dynasty!"

The silk and bamboo are rising again, and the enchanting lady dances and dances...

~~

The next day, Zhong Daming was sent out of Datong by Wang Chongguli...

Upon hearing the news, Altan went to Datong City to pick him up. When he saw his well-dressed and glamorous grandson, he felt ashamed and ashamed.

He hugged Han Naji, fearing that he would run away again, saying, "Good grandson, grandpa is wrong, I will never steal your woman again in the future. Let's go home now, okay?"

"..." Hearing that his always arrogant grandfather actually admitted his mistake with him, he felt that Han Naji was angry a lot. But he didn't realize that his grandfather had changed and only regarded this change as his spiritual motherland to support him.

"I won't mention the past, and I have something wrong with it." He asked himself more and more strictly according to the Ming Dynasty's standards: "In addition, please call me Zhong Daming in the future, and don't call the trashed Han Naji..."

"Oh, okay." How dare Altan get rid of him again? Of course, what he said was what he said. He hurriedly pulled him to the camp and said, "Grandpa ordered people to search for the Western Regions, and finally found a Persian beauty who was whiter and more beautiful than Zhong Jin. Go back and take a look. This time, grandpa has never touched it. If you compensate you, how about we make a complete reconciliation?"

Who knew that Han Najixin said that I was a noble Ming Dynasty person, how could I get a lowly foreign woman? Then he refused righteously and said, "Don't worry, I don't remember who Zhong Jin is. Now I only like piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and camellia! I am not interested in any Persian woman!"

"Big nephew, what do those stingy literati things mean?" His uncle Huang Taiji couldn't help but say, "It's not as happy as you think."

"You can't imagine the happiness here." Han Naji looked like a country bumpkin, and without explaining it, he smiled faintly and returned to the carriage that Wang Chonggu gave him.

In the carriage, there were eight purple-colored Datong Lady, Siqin, Sishu, Sishu, Sishua, Sishua, Sishua, Sishua, Sishua, Sishua, Sishua, Lishua, Tea, Flowers...

As soon as Han Naji got on the car, he was submerged in the powder array. He was so happy like a god!

~~

"This child's head is broken." Huang Taiji helped his father get on the horse, curled his lips at the tightly covered carriage, "I don't want that little goblin who is fascinating to Huahuanuer."

As he said that, he smiled at Altan with a shy face and said, "Abu, why don't you give me the reward?"

"Dream, I didn't rob your wife." Altan directly extinguished his fantasy. He paid a huge price to get the Huahuanuer through the Oirat tribe. How could it be wasted in vain?

"Then do you still want to keep it yourself?" Huang Taiji said that's OK, anyway, it's mine sooner or later.

"No." Altan shook his head and said, "The New Year is coming soon. We can't pay tribute for the first time. I'm worried, and I don't know what to pay tribute... I heard that the Emperor of Ming Dynasty had nothing to do, only loved women, and was nicknamed "little bee". Then I would like to offer Huahua Nuer to him. Little bee picking flowers is a perfect match. If Huahua can be favored in the future, there will be someone in the capital to speak for us."

"Oh." Huang Taiji was depressed. Now he couldn't even drink the soup.

【End of this volume】
Chapter completed!