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Chapter 144 Magistrate Yang: Let Old Deng Pay a Little Blood

The Zhu Emperor was suffering in his heart.

Throughout history, which subject has ever dared to treat the emperor like a beast of burden?

But that bastard surnamed Yang dared to do it.

What's even more infuriating is that the emperor himself has to happily serve as a beast of burden!

Seeing Emperor Zhu sighing deeply, Zhu Biao couldn't help but ask, "Father, are you worried about how to promote that stove and mushrooms?"

Emperor Zhu shook his head slightly and said, "Do you know why we just said he treated us like cattle and horses?"

Before Zhu Biao could answer, the Emperor Zhu said directly, "Although that stove is good, honeycomb briquettes require coal dust to make. How many coal mines does our Great Ming Dynasty have now? Is there enough coal dust for the people of the world?"

"Also, when we threw the honeycomb briquettes into the stove just now, did you smell that strange odor? That smell was so peculiar, it might be poisonous. Without repeated testing, this stuff absolutely cannot be promoted throughout the Ming Dynasty."

At this point, Emperor Zhu spat again and cursed, "That bastard! He had Wang Qiong bring back the stove and honeycomb briquettes, just so he could use us to help him solve these problems? Damn it, we're always the ones who treat others like cattle and horses, but now this dog is treating us like cattle and horses!"

Upon hearing Emperor Zhu's words, Zhu Biao suddenly turned his head to look in the direction outside the palace and said thoughtfully, "So, Your Majesty has always treated Mr. Shanchang and Mr. Qingtian like cattle and horses?"

Emperor Zhu snorted coldly, ignoring Zhu Biao, and walked straight into Kunning Palace.

In the courtyard of Kunning Palace, Empress Ma, Jin'er, and Yu'er sat chatting around a clay stove. On the stove was a large eight-inch iron pot, and white steam was rising from the gaps in the lid. The faint fragrance that had been smelled outside Kunning Palace had become incredibly strong at this moment.

Upon seeing Empress Ma, Emperor Zhu laughed and exclaimed, "Sister! Are you teaching your two daughters how to cook? What, are you worried that they won't know how to cook after they get married, and won't be able to keep that dog... or that Yang boy's heart?"

Jin'er and Yu'er blushed deeply and quickly stood up to bow to Emperor Zhu and Zhu Biao. Empress Ma rolled her eyes and snorted, "This is a bowl of chicken soup that our daughter is going to make for you, her father. And you, you come here and start joking about our daughter's marriage."

Emperor Zhu exclaimed, sniffed the pot, and said, "You know what, the chicken soup my daughter makes is really delicious. Damn it, that guy surnamed Yang got a good deal."

Empress Ma smiled and led Emperor Zhu, Zhu Biao, Jin'er, and Yu'er back to the main hall. She then had chicken soup brought over, saying, "Try it; this soup is no ordinary soup."

Emperor Zhu picked up the bowl and slurped up a mouthful of chicken soup along the rim. He then put the bowl down and said, "Delicious! On such a cold day, a bowl of such delicious and hot chicken soup makes me feel so good."

After saying that, Emperor Zhu reached into the bowl with his chopsticks and picked up a small piece of mushroom, asking, "Is this the mushroom that the Yang family boy sent?"

Empress Ma smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, these are the mushrooms he asked Wang Qiong to bring back. They make a very delicious soup. If these mushrooms can really be cultivated in winter as he said, then the people will have another food to eat in the future."

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Just as Emperor Zhu and his family were happily drinking chicken soup, Magistrate Yang Shaofeng was also hiding in the backyard of Ningyang County, drinking chicken soup as well.

There was nothing he could do. At noon, a rooster that he had raised for more than half a year suddenly became depressed and went crazy, crashing into the wall and dying. Magistrate Yang had no choice but to have it plucked, chopped into pieces, and stewed with fresh mushrooms to make soup. He then called Limpy Wu over to drink the soup with him.

After finishing most of the soup and meat, Lame Wu suddenly put down his bowl and said seriously to Magistrate Yang Shaofeng, "Your Excellency, I... I..."

Seeing the lame Wu's appearance, Magistrate Yang couldn't help but feel very curious and asked, "What about that?"

The lame old man blushed and stammered, "Um... um, I want to marry Xiu Niang."

Seeing that Limpy Five's voice was getting lower and lower, and his head was getting lower and lower, until he wanted to bury his head in the ground like an ostrich, Yang Shaofeng couldn't help but laugh and said, "Congratulations, Brother Limpy Five, you're finally going to win the heart of your beauty."

After saying that, Yang Shaofeng got up and went to the room next door. He took out a small piece of silver and stuffed it into the hand of the lame man: "Brother Lame, I am very happy. I really don't have anything worth giving as a gift. Please take this money and buy some new clothes for your wife and some food for your daughter."

"Yes, the groom is getting married, so a wedding banquet is a must. We'll have three pigs slaughtered, and plenty of cabbage added. We'll cook several big pots of vegetables, with lots of meat and a little bit of meat, to show the point. We'll also bring out some canned food."

"As for candy, just get some sorghum candy and that will be wedding candy. Remember to give some to those naughty kids when Fifth Brother Limp goes to fetch the bride."

"Is there anything else I should be careful about?"

Magistrate Yang thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a solution, so he simply instructed Limpy Five, "Then I'll trouble you, Limpy Five, to make a trip and call over all the heads of the eight communities and sixteen neighborhoods."

Lame Wu stared wide-eyed at Magistrate Yang, saying, "Your Excellency, this... this doesn't need to be done with such fanfare, does it? This..."

Yang Shaofeng waved his hand and said, "It's not just because your Fifth Brother is getting married."

Pointing to the door, Yang Shaofeng continued, "Your Fifth Brother is getting married, but aren't all the other brothers getting married too? If each of you were to slaughter several pigs for your wedding, all the pigs in Ningyang County combined wouldn't be enough. So I thought we should just hold them all together this time, each getting married separately, and having the wedding banquet together."

Hearing what Magistrate Yang said, the pressure on Limpy Wu's heart immediately eased a lot, and he chuckled and replied, "Alright, I'll listen to the magistrate. We'll each have our own weddings, and we'll eat the wedding banquet together. Those brothers will definitely be willing."

After Limpy Wu left with a big smile on his face, Magistrate Yang Shaofeng looked into the house with a pained expression.

If the lame soldier was given a dime, the other wounded soldiers should be given the same amount.

Prepare some cloth and candy for Limp Five, and the same should be prepared for the other wounded soldiers.

This is my personal treasury!

Magistrate Yang let out a wail in his heart and began to secretly plot how to trick Old Zhu, hoping to make the old man bleed a little and, incidentally, marry his daughter off to him as soon as possible.