GBP Chapter 970 Banning Pork? Thank goodness our Zhu family doesn't have the surname Mi (rice).
Chapter 970 Banning Pork? Thank goodness our Zhu family doesn't have the surname Mi (rice).
Both were sixty strokes of the cane, but the skilled hands in the palace could ensure that the sixty strokes would only make a sound without causing pain, and that there would be no mistakes in the process.
Because if something goes wrong, the entire extended family could suffer as a result.
However, no one in Yingtian Prefecture dared to guarantee anything.
Sixty consecutive blows are already quite physically demanding. If even the slightest mistake is made, the person being beaten will be seriously injured or even die on the spot.
If someone secretly gave money to the yamen runners of Yingtian Prefecture, Zhang Erlv would almost certainly be doomed.
Therefore, when he couldn't release the person directly, Zhu Biao chose to personally whip them.
As for why they didn't poison Zhang Erlu's food, or let him die quietly in the prison of Yingtian Prefecture?
Because too many people are eyeing Zhang Erlv.
The Ministry of Justice is keeping an eye on Zhang Erlv.
The Ministry of War is keeping an eye on Zhang Erlv.
The Grand Commander's Office is keeping an eye on Zhang Erlv.
Even Emperor Zhu, the cabinet, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard were keeping an eye on Zhang Erlv.
Therefore, Zhang Erlu could die from sixty strokes of the cane, or he could die on the way to Liaodong, but he absolutely could not die in the prison of Yingtian Prefecture.
Otherwise, the first one to go crazy would be the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture.
While Yang Shaofeng was pondering these random thoughts in his mind, he strolled around the streets of Beijing with Zhu Biao.
As I was walking around, I started to feel that something was wrong.
"Mutton soup...fresh Shandong mutton soup...the sheep was slaughtered this morning, the heart was removed, and the liver was dug out..."
Yang Shaofeng glanced at the direction from which the hawking sound came from, his face dark.
Why do I keep getting the feeling that someone is being sarcastic or sarcastic?
Why were there a group of servants among those queuing to buy mutton soup?
Zhu Biao glanced at Yang Shaofeng with a hint of schadenfreude.
This is how vendors hawk their wares, but vendors selling duck blood vermicelli soup, beef soup, or any other kind of food will never use words like "freshly slaughtered," "freshly cut," or "freshly dug," and no one will specifically point out that the sheep are from Shandong.
Only vendors selling mutton soup would shout like that, which carries a somewhat veiled meaning.
This shows just how much people hate her brother-in-law.
Yang Shaofeng glanced at the bustling mutton soup shop, then turned to look at Zhu Biao, who was gloating beside him, and couldn't help but sneer, "I once heard someone say that there's not much else in the capital, but there are a lot of officials. You could throw a brick and kill several fifth-rank officials."
"At first, I didn't quite believe this."
"But seeing the servants queuing in front of the mutton soup shop, I believe it."
Pay attention!
Although the Ming Dynasty was still a feudal society and the practice of keeping slaves was repeatedly prohibited, there were strict regulations governing the keeping of slaves in official circles.
According to the Ming Dynasty Code, commoners who kept slaves or servants were to be punished with one hundred strokes of the cane and then released to become free women.
In other words, ordinary people were strictly prohibited from keeping slaves. Anyone caught doing so would be punished with one hundred lashes, and the slaves would be unconditionally released and allowed to return to civilian life.
As for the social classes that could keep slaves, there were also strict regulations: the number of slaves in the households of dukes and marquises could not exceed twenty, the number of slaves in the households of first-rank officials could not exceed twelve, the number of slaves in the households of second-rank officials could not exceed ten, and the number of slaves in the households of third-rank officials could not exceed eight. Moreover, it was strictly forbidden to demote free people into slavery.
further down?
The next category falls under the category of not being allowed to keep slaves.
There was a long queue in front of the mutton soup shop, and the people dressed as servants could almost be considered as a servant corresponding to a high-ranking official of the third rank or above.
It is precisely because of this that Yang Shaofeng used the number of officials to pressure Zhu Biao.
I never expected that black sesame glutinous rice balls could be so awful when they go bad.
Zhu Biao glanced sideways at the mutton soup stall and said eagerly, "Brother-in-law, how about we smash up his stall?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Biao shook his head again and said, "No, we can't fight."
"I've already angered my mother. If anything else goes wrong, I'm afraid she'll break the ruler."
"Besides, my sister is pregnant and my younger brother is about to get married, so it's really not appropriate for us to smash up someone else's shop at this critical juncture."
Zhu Biao's eyes darted around a couple of times before he said, "Here's what we'll do: send someone to call Mao-ge'er, Sheng-ge'er, Qi-ge'er, and Lian-ge'er."
"They're all tough and resilient; even if they get a beating, they'll only need to rest for a couple of days."
"Besides, they've been at the Ningyang County farm for so long, they should be able to find a reason not to get beaten up."
As Zhu Biao finished speaking, Yang Shaofeng's expression immediately turned even more unpleasant.
I'd like to ask, is there any necessary connection between whether the four of them can find a reason not to get beaten up and whether they have stayed in Ningyang or not?
The way you're talking makes it sound like you're running a training center for professional skills of bandits and bullies.
Yang Shaofeng snorted coldly and said, "I have also heard that during the Tang Dynasty, people were forbidden from eating carp, as it was considered unlucky."
Zhu Biao glanced at Yang Shaofeng with disdain. "What does brother-in-law want to do?"
"Should we ban people from eating pork, or just rename pork?"
"It's fortunate that our Zhu family doesn't have the surname Mi, otherwise, we would have just let all the people in the world starve to death."
Yang Shaofeng glanced at the mutton soup stall again with a dark expression.
I'm so angry.
It's clear that someone is being sarcastic and trying to annoy me by using the Shandong sheep incident, but I can't do anything about it.
"Damn it, these people should be glad they're in the capital."
"It was also the Great Ming Code that saved them."
That damned Ming Dynasty.
Yang Shaofeng was internally ranting, but Zhu Biao smiled and advised, "Brother-in-law, don't be angry. If you really get angry, wouldn't I be angry with all those pork shops and vendors, restaurants that sell roast suckling pig, and shops and vendors in Ningyang County that sell braised pig's trotters and braised pig's ears?"
"Ordinary people are often foolish and easily deceived. They can be easily fooled and can't tell the difference between good and bad."
"You can let them hawk their wares however they want."
"Anyway, it won't affect the two of us."
"We don't need to lower ourselves to the level of these fools."
At this point, Zhu Biao couldn't help but laugh and say, "By the way, brother-in-law, you must have heard the rumors about Wan San's trotters, right?"
“Those bastards made up stories about my father and Shen Wansan, even fabricating the story of Wansan's trotters, completely ignoring that Shen Wansan had been dead for many years and my father had never even met Shen Wansan. And those common people believed it?”
"I've even heard that Shen Wansan and my father split the construction of the city wall in half."
Zhu Biao pointed to the Nanjing city wall in the distance, and said with a hint of helplessness amidst his sarcasm, "Even if Shen Wansan is richer than a country, how could he possibly get involved in this?"
"The problem is that if someone dares to fabricate it, someone else will dare to believe it."
"If my father had actually met them, he would have been driven mad with anger long ago."
Yang Shaofeng glanced at Zhu Biao directly.
When it comes to gossiping about your father, probably no one in the entire Ming Dynasty was more enthusiastic than you.
If Old Deng gets so angry that he suffers a serious illness, are you sure it's not because of you, his filial son?