Chapter 256： Great Ming Second Ancestor

Chapter 256 The Second Patriarch of Ming Dynasty

This day is the third day of February.

It is early in the morning, the sky has only just dawned, most people are still asleep, and the post station is also very quiet, with a strong wind blowing outside, making it very cold.

Zhu Pingan packed his bags, bid farewell to Yang Jisheng, and continued to go to Beijing. Yang Jisheng had to wait for a friend here before going to the capital, so Zhu Ping'an left first.

Tianjin Wei was not far from the capital, and Zhu Pingan rode without a break, and arrived at the capital around two o'clock in the afternoon.

The capital is also our current Beijing city. This is the most intimate place of the Ming Dynasty, and it is also the heart of the Ming Dynasty. The blood and nutrition of the entire Ming Dynasty will be transported here. Because the capital is the heart of the Ming Dynasty, the protection is also the strictest. Thick city gates, tall city walls, towering towers, tight urns, protruding turrets, archery towers, and well-equipped soldiers patrolling, this city is armed to the teeth. The moat outside the capital city alone, Zhu Pingan looked at, was no less than 50 meters wide.

In front of this strongest city in the world, even the world is small.

In Daming, it was the first time for Zhu Ping'an to visit the capital, but if counting his previous life, Zhu Ping'an had already been to Beijing many times. Of course, Beijing at that time was very different from Beijing now. At that time, there were probably only a few remaining city gates such as Dongbianmen and Zhengyangmen in the city of Beijing that I saw at that time. Most of the other city gates, especially the city walls, were invisible at that time. Unlike now, not only the city gates and walls can be seen, but even the turrets and watchtowers can be seen clearly.

The city gates of Beijing are bustling, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians and vehicles entering and leaving the city gates.

The emperor's feet are indeed extraordinary.

Zhu Ping'an followed the flow of people to the gate of the city for inspection and entered the city. When it was Zhu Ping'an's turn, Zhu Ping'an took out the qualification certificate that he carried with him. Show it to the soldiers defending the city. Everything is inferior, only reading is high. In this dynasty, raising one's identity is a pass that saves money, time and effort, and is envied and hated by others.

It has been tried and tested in the past.

But this time it didn't seem to have the same effect as before. The city guards verified Zhu Pingan's Juren identity, and there was no unnecessary change on his face. They had seen many high-ranking officials guarding the city gate, and they really didn't think highly of this small person.

"Five articles." The guarding soldier returned Zhu Ping'an's admission certificate to Zhu Ping'an, then stretched out his hand and said expressionlessly.

"what?"

Zhu Ping'an was a little unbelievable when he heard the words. Why do you still ask me for a fee? Although I don't have any idea of ​​a privileged class, I am used to the convenience brought by the status of Juren. After showing the qualification certificate, the gatekeeper asked himself to charge, which made Zhu Ping'an a little unbelievable.

"You don't have to pay. But you have to pay this horse to enter the city." The guards looked at Zhu Ping'an expressionlessly, not paying attention to Zhu Ping'an's status as a Juren.

What is the logic!

"This is the rule of our capital. It looks like you are from another place. If you want to enter, you have to pay, and if you don't pay, don't enter." The soldier guarding the gate squinted at Zhu Pingan, and stretched out his hand to urge.

Seeing that there were so many people waiting to enter the city behind him, Zhu Pingan didn't want to waste everyone's time because of his five cents. Since the soldier guarding the gate dared to ask him for money so clearly. There must be something to rely on, since I'm new here, it's better not to make trouble.

So. Zhu Pingan reached into his sleeve pocket and took out five cents, and was about to hand it over to the soldiers guarding the gate, when he heard a flutter of chickens and dogs behind him, accompanied by the cry of a child.

Zhu Ping'an turned his head and saw a group of young men in golden hats and sable fur riding horses, laughing and riding their horses to compare each other's speed among the crowd, not only did they not rein in their horses to slow down. Instead, he sped up his speed and rushed left and right in the crowd. Laughing and laughing, he rode his horse towards the city gate.

People waiting in line to enter the city saw this group of young men in brocade hats and mink fur riding horses, and they all dodged. There are also those who do not dodge in time, such as a crying child who was knocked to the ground by a horse because he could not dodge in time.

The child's family just hugged the child and did not have the slightest intention to pursue the perpetrator. The child looked knocked down, but it was only a superficial injury, so the family members also wanted to calm the matter. As far as ordinary people like them are concerned, those teenagers riding horses are not something they can afford.

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way."

The last of this group of young men in brocade hat and sable fur was a fat man who was a circle fatter than Xue Chi, riding a tall black horse, which was much taller and more majestic than the dark horse that Zhu Pingan was leading. However, Although the black horse was much stronger, it still couldn't bear to carry such a big fat man on its back, so it walked at the end.

The fat man was worried about running at the end. He waved his whip to scare those who blocked the way, and rode forward in a hurry to catch up. His fat face was dripping with sweat.

"Hahaha, Fatty Zhou, wait for the treat. Drive"

"Fatty Zhou, today we are going to Lanyue Tower, let your blood be drained."

"Hehehe, you are still bragging about Persian war horses, let's stop bragging now, don't deal with us like last time, we have to choose the rouge horse for tonight."

A group of young men in sable furs riding horses, laughing and laughing, arrived at the gate of the city in a blink of an eye. Along the way, countless people waiting in line to enter the city suffered disaster.

If this were placed in modern times, they would be the second-generation ancestors of a group of racing cars. If something happened, it would be because they were under 18 years old, had good academic performance, won awards, and were unable to control themselves under passion. In ancient times, these words need not be said, and there is no need to worry about responsibility at all.

"What are you still doing in a daze, get out of the way quickly." Seeing that Zhu Ping'an was still standing in the city gate, the soldiers guarding the city said anxiously, and hurriedly pulled Zhu Ping'an down to the base of the wall. He was not afraid that Zhu Ping'an would be hit by these second generation ancestors, but that Zhu Ping'an would block the way of these second generation ancestors and make them unhappy.

The young men in brocade hats and sable fur came on horseback, and the soldiers guarding the city rode past without any birds, as if the city gate was the gate of their home, and the guards took it for granted.

"Damn He Lao Liu, I blame you for blocking the city gate so tightly that I lost again, young master!"

When the last fat man passed by the city gate, he twisted his fat face and spat at the gatekeeper, cursing and riding past.

"You scolded, I'm sorry, Master Zhou."

The gatekeeper didn't even wipe the drool off his face. He nodded and bowed and apologized to the fat man's back. After the group of second generation ancestors walked away, the guarding soldier wiped the drool off his face.

"Are you still going in?" After wiping off his saliva, the defender turned to look at Zhu Pingan and asked with a temper.

The front is respectful and the back is arrogant, the contrast is really big.

"Enter."

Looking at the unwiped saliva on the faces of the soldiers defending the city, Zhu Pingan smiled slightly, put the five cents in the hands of the soldiers defending the city, and led the black horse Shamate into the city.

(end of this chapter)