Ming Dynasty: Regrets about the Jingnan Rebellion? I changed it in a dream!

Chapter 33: Three generations have lived in Nanjing, old residents
The doorbell rings.

Zhuang Mu forced himself to cheer up and looked towards the door.

coming?

It turned out that the person who came was not the elegant man in dragon robe.

But he is an ordinary middle-aged man with a simple and honest look.

He was holding a large wine jar in his hand.

"Zhuang boy, I brought you some wine."

Zhuang Mu yawned.

"Uncle Niu, thank you. Just put the wine barrel in the cellar in the backyard."

Uncle Niu, a good friend of my father, has been away since his death.

Uncle Niu helps with many things.

Even at his father's funeral, it was Uncle Niu who was busy running around, and he could only help when he was awake.

Because of his sleepiness, he had no time to learn his father's winemaking skills.

In order to prevent the wine-making skills from being lost, my father passed on the wine-making skills to Uncle Niu.

The drinks supplied in his own tavern have always been brewed by Uncle Niu.

Uncle Niu smiled.

"Why thank you? Since your father entrusted you to me before he died, I have to be responsible for you."

Seeing that Zhuang Mu's sleepiness symptoms had recurred, he gave him some advice.

"Okay, just lie down on the bed. I can handle it here."

……

The next day.

Northern Pacification Office.

Zhu Gaosui looked at the recorded intelligence in his hand. There seemed to be no strangers near Jinchuan Street recently.

They are all original residents. It is impossible that these ordinary people have nothing to do and wear dragon robes for fun, right?

"Go and get Di Ping for me."

Not long after.

Deputy Commander Di Ping hurried to Zhu Gaosui.

"Your Majesty, I have already sent the Jinyiwei to hide in the vicinity of Jinchuan City in disguise and wait for a day and a night."

“I didn’t see anyone wearing a dragon robe walking around.”

"We also asked every household, and their statements were basically the same, saying that they had not seen anyone who had overstepped their authority."

With the heavy snow, most people choose to stay at home.

Plus, the dragon robe is yellow, and the snow is extremely white.

In such an environment, wearing a dragon robe is an extremely eye-catching behavior, and it is unlikely that there would be no news at all.

Zhu Gaosui frowned, feeling puzzled.

Could it be that it evaporated in an instant?

How could this be?
It is winter now, and there are very few people entering and leaving Yingtian Prefecture.

He also looked at the records and found that basically there was no problem with the people entering and leaving.

“How many households did you ask?”

"There are about dozens of households, all of whom are randomly selected civilians. If this person wants to make a confession."

"There are approximately 2,000 households in Jinchuan City."

During the Hongwu Dynasty, the capital was established in Nanjing, which instantly attracted many soldiers and civilians to the city, which was not very populous.

Most of them are noble officials, etc.

This resulted in the number of people in each area increasing exponentially.

Among them, Jinchuan urban area is also a place with a relatively large population.

It is unlikely to make all the people in this area collude to give false testimony.

Among the more than 2,000 civilian households, there are many military families.

If there is collusion or treason, they will not hide it.

Even report it proactively.

This kind of thing is a very rare opportunity, if you grasp it well.

It is enough to make his promotion smooth.

Although he only interviewed dozens of households, they were all randomly selected, so it couldn't be such a coincidence.

These dozens of households are all people who have colluded with the usurpers.

"Have you found out the background of the owner of that tavern?" Zhu Gaosui continued to ask.

Di Ping nodded.

"On the main road of Jinchuan Street, there is a restaurant called Zuixianlou."

"Go into the alley on the left side of Zuixianlou, and you will see the restaurant that the prince mentioned in the deep alley of about two hundred steps."

Two hundred steps? There must be some twists and turns along the way, if you go straight ahead.

It must be less, but it is opened in a place like this.

The owner of this restaurant is also weird.

All the restaurants in Nanjing are located on the main streets.

"go on."

"The owner of this restaurant is Zhuang Mu, a native of Yingtian Prefecture. His family has lived in Yingtian Prefecture for three generations."

"Three years ago, Zhuang Mu's father Zhuang Die passed away due to illness. After three years of mourning, Zhuang Mu became the new owner of this restaurant according to the household registration inheritance law of the Ming Dynasty."

At present, there is no problem with Zhuang Mu’s identity.

Clean, even cleaner than him.

The Zhuang Mu family lived in Yingtian Prefecture longer than the Zhu family did.

Under normal circumstances, there will be no problem.

The neighbors are all very familiar with each other, and any changes will be noticed quickly.

"However, Zhuang Mu's experience is somewhat special."

"special?"

Di Ping nodded.

"According to what his neighbors have learned, Zhuang Mu seems to have a disease, and it's a very strange disease."

Strange disease?
"What disease?"

"Zhuang Mu sleeps for a very long time, almost eight or nine hours every day, sometimes even up to ten hours."

Zhu Gaosui was slightly stunned.

I have to sleep for ten hours every day? Doesn't that mean I only have two hours to wake up?

This kind of disease is unheard of.

A normal person basically only needs to rest for about four hours.

Zhuang Mu's sleep time is twice that of an average person.

"His father, Zhuang Die, even went to look for good doctors in the vicinity of Nanjing, but none of them could help him."

It would be strange if there was a solution to this unprecedented disease.

Although he has not seen much medical skills.

However, most doctors treat patients based on medical cases or experience.

Besides, judging from what Di Ping reported, the disease is not fatal.

"Oh, by the way, I found out something else."

"Black-robed Prime Minister Yao Guangxiao has been going to this restaurant to drink regularly since a few months ago, rain or shine."

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhu Gaosui's eyes.

In order to make sure he had not heard it wrong, he asked again.

"Di Ping, are you sure it was Mr. Yao who went to drink the wine?"

Although the black-robed prime minister Yao Guangxiao did not hold a specific official position, he was always respected by his family.

The Jinyiwei and others were also very respectful to him.

If it weren't for Yao Guangxiao, Zhu Gaosui probably wouldn't even be able to be a king, let alone an emperor.

In his memory, Yao Guangxiao had always been a clean person, so how could he die at such an old age?

He drank regardless of the weather.

"Your Majesty, I can't deceive you. The Jinyiwei lurking in Yingtian Prefecture can see his whereabouts almost every day."

Di Ping affirmed.

A hint of amusement flashed in Zhu Gaosui's eyes. It seemed that Zhuang Muyuan was not as simple as he thought.

He was curious about how Zhuang Mu was able to allow Yao Guangxiao to go drinking regardless of rain or shine.

Now faced with the dragon robe usurpation case, he has no idea what to do.

I guess we can only find a breakthrough from Zhuang Mu.

Zhu Gaosui stood up slowly and said, "Let's go to this restaurant."

(End of this chapter)