Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 288 My Damn Charm~~~
"Sweetheart?"

His breathing was heavy and his gaze fierce.

"I disagree!"

Zhang Miaojing thought to herself, "Whether I have a lover or not, when did I need your permission?"
At this moment, on the one hand, Qi Lindao was contemptuous, and on the other hand, he wanted to get rid of the entanglement of this Mongol.

She gritted her teeth and simply reached out and took Lin Dao's arm.

"We are kindred spirits."

He leaned forward and whispered in the forest path, "Please, my lord, help me escape this predicament."

The social atmosphere during the Yuan Dynasty, influenced by the Mongols and Semu people, was already quite open compared to the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

However, this act of linking arms in public still draws attention.

Of course, in the modern world, it would mean nothing.

Some girls even think that if you put it in but don't move it, it doesn't count.

Lin Dao originally intended to push her away.

But when he heard that it was to get rid of Huci, he acquiesced.

Suddenly, his eyes turned bloodshot. "Who are you?"

"Get out of here now! Or I'll kill you!"

Such an overbearing attitude immediately drew the ire of many.

The banquet was attended mostly by cultured people and wealthy businessmen, all of whom despised such barbarians from the bottom of their hearts.

"Sudden assassination, sir."

Zhang Tianyou, the owner, got up and walked over, saying, "Don't disturb the guests."

In the past, these disgraced Han nobles would not have been taken seriously by Huci.

They're just a bunch of useless dogs.

For the owner, it was only useful for slaughtering and eating meat.

But as uprisings broke out in various places, the emperor remembered the benefits of these hereditary lords.

They were given a new status and their intention was to restore the strength they had possessed decades ago, when they marched north to conquer Karakorum, marched south to destroy the Song Dynasty, and helped the Yuan Dynasty to pacify the world.

Unfortunately, this was destined to remain just a dream.

Hu Ci had to give Zhang Tianyou face.

But the anger in his heart could not be concealed.

"I like her." Hu Ci pointed at Zhang Miaojing. "She's beautiful. I want to take her as my seventeenth concubine."

Such vulgar language made everyone frown.

Lin Dao, with a calm expression, touched the gun under his clothes, leaned back in his chair, and turned to look out the window.

The previous downpour has now stopped.

The wind carries the fresh scent of the rain, making one feel invigorated.

"Sudden assassination, sir."

Zhang Tianyou did not want to step forward and offend the Mongols.

But today he is the host, and he has to save face.

After a moment's thought, he changed the subject, saying, "If you are truly interested in Miss Miaojing, you can propose marriage."

Looking out at the forest path, he smiled slightly.

These traitors are truly all bad people.

Zhang Yu, you're unlucky to be born into a family of traitors.

Your family has enjoyed the bounty of countless people for so many years, and your wealth and honor have even continued until the end of the Ming Dynasty.

The innocent souls of the people who died because of your family will surely not be able to accept this.

If that's the case, where is justice?
"Good!" Hu Ci laughed loudly, "I'll offer three thousand strings of cash!"

The crowd held it in utter contempt.

Do you think this is an auction for livestock?

A flash of anger crossed her round, pretty face, and Zhang Miaojing chuckled softly with her head down.

"Money is just an external thing, I don't like it."

"The husband I like must be learned and highly talented."

"I will only consider it if you can excel in poetry."

She was certain that the domineering Huci was an illiterate brute.

The young man beside her, though also with very strong arms, had a composed demeanor and bright eyes, suggesting he must have been educated and could easily win by reciting a poem.

Sure enough, the illiterate Hu Ci flew into a rage, shouting, "What kind of bullshit poetry is this? What use is this kind of nonsense? I don't understand it!"

"Ha~~~"

Before the group of intellectuals could get angry, Lin Dao burst out laughing.

He withdrew his hand, clapped his hands, and exclaimed, "What you said is absolutely right!"

"What do you mean by being learned and talented?"

"Useless!"

"Food in your mouth, clothes on your body, and weapons in your hand! These are the foundation of your livelihood!"

If the story were to unfold normally, Lin Dao, as a time traveler, should be using literary works to his advantage, employing poetry and songs to seduce the beautiful woman and thoroughly humiliate Hu Ci.

Basically, the vast majority of time travelers make this choice.

Composing poems and essays, showing off and slapping faces—it's basic stuff.

The forest path is different.

He had witnessed the darkest aspects of human existence.

He understood better than anyone else present that poetry and songs could not save the people of the world.

Only food, clothing, and weapons can drive away wolves and bandits, and protect the elderly, weak, women, and children!

He simply stood up, strode up to the short, stocky Huci, and looked down at him. "I also look down on these bookish good-for-nothings. How about we have a fight?"

"it is good!"

Hu Ci laughed loudly, "You pretty boy are quite to my liking."

"If you Han people were so good at talking, you wouldn't have ended up herding horses and sheep for us!"

It's not entirely because they drank too much and spoke recklessly.

More importantly, it reveals the true attitude of the masters towards the inferior beings in the colonies.

Without a doubt, everyone, including Zhang Tianyou, looked very unwell.

Besides the forest road.

"You talk too much."

"I hope your skills with your hands are as impressive as your mouth."

Hu Ci was furious. He raised his thick arms and grabbed Lin Dao's shoulders, about to wrestle him.

Despite his short stature, he was extremely strong, with immense arm strength. Yet, even when he exerted his full strength, he couldn't budge Lin Dao's body at all.

Lin Dao raised his arm and slapped him hard across the face.

He was incredibly strong; one slap tore apart the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, I felt a buzzing in my ears and saw stars flashing before my eyes.

Before he could react, another slap landed.

This time, not only did he vomit blood, but his teeth also became loose.

The third slap landed, and several teeth flew out.

Hu Ci's grip on Lin Dao's arms loosened involuntarily.

He leaned back and staggered backward.

Lin Dao, however, pressed forward and slapped him repeatedly with both hands.

The short, stocky Huci was completely lost in thought.

My head was buzzing, my vision was blurring, and I felt nauseous.

After more than a dozen slaps, Lin Dao delivered the final blow, sending the man spinning several times, spitting out blood and broken teeth, before collapsing limply to the ground, convulsing.

From beginning to end, it only took a dozen or so breaths.

Many people didn't even have time to react before it was all over.

Zhang Tianyou's face was extremely ugly. A perfectly good banquet had been ruined like this.

Moreover, he was injured by a sudden attack.

This is a nobleman from Mongolia; if he is injured in his villa, he will inevitably be implicated.

If there weren't so many people around, he would have already called for people to arrest Lin Dao!
Those who witnessed this scene had different expressions and different thoughts.

Some people think Lin Dao is right: poetry and songs cannot prevent the demise of a nation, and even weak and talented men cannot protect the brides offered to the Mongols; only martial prowess can save them.

People like Shi Nai'an and Luo Guanzhong were all excited, feeling that Lin Dao had done a fantastic job.

However, many others felt that Lin Dao was just messing around and offending the Mongols, and that he was really asking for trouble.

These people are mostly parasites dependent on the Mongols.

People like Li Tianyou, who came from a noble family, and many other wealthy merchants.

They gained wealth, status, and a good life under the rule of the Mongols.

Zi was very dissatisfied with Lin Dao, who challenged authority.

Furthermore, Yang Weizhen felt that Lin Dao should not belittle Wen Hua's talent.

These hot-blooded young people have no idea of ​​the importance of cultural education.

The teachings and culture of Wenhua were so profound that they even inspired the Mongols to admire and actively learn from them.

In this way, after a few years, they will all be one of us.

Lin Dao's volatile temper is utterly pointless except for causing trouble and inviting disaster.

Lin Dao shook his hand and glanced at everyone.

It captures a wide variety of expressions.

As for those who prospered by relying on the Mongols, he didn't have much to say; he simply eliminated them.

As for people like Yang Weizhen, Lin Dao simply ignored them.

You can cling to poetry and literature as you please, but Lin Dao will definitely not accept it.

Once universal education is implemented, all these people will be swept into the dustbin of history.

It's not even as good as poop or pee!
Lin Dao turned away and left.

No one spoke; everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events and didn't know what to say.

Watching Lin Dao's departing figure, Zhang Miaojing clutched her chest, her eyes welling up with tears, and murmured to herself.

"You still haven't told me your name~~~"

Shi Nai'an immediately got up and followed.

Luo Guanzhong thought for a moment and then set off to follow.

Zhang Tianyou, looking pale, instructed his servants to carry the unconscious Huci away to rest, and also told them to fetch the best doctor.

He then forced a smile and urged everyone to continue the feast.

The sounds of string and wind instruments resumed, and groups of dancers began to dance again.

The guests clinked glasses, chatted and laughed loudly, creating a lively atmosphere.

It was as if everything before was just an illusion.

Those who enjoy the benefits will have no motivation to change anything.

Maintaining the status quo is what they want to do most.

Only by maintaining the status quo can we continue to enjoy it.

As for whether other people's lives are worse than death, who cares?
Wiping her eyes, Zhang Miaojing, who was about to get up and leave, exclaimed in surprise as her gaze shifted.

"Sister Miaoqing?"

After leaving the villa, Lin Dao walked along the quiet street in the moonlight after the dark clouds had dispersed.

Shi Nai'an, who had hurriedly caught up, reported in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, Liu Bowen did not come today."

"However, I already know their address, tomorrow~~~"

"It's not important." Lin Dao waved his hand. "Liu Bowen is not important."

He stopped and looked at Shi Nai'an. "Today's banquet has made me clearly see what kind of thoughts and state of mind the gentry and scholars of Jiangnan have."

"Liu Bowen was one of them."

"As long as these people still exist, who knows, hundreds of years from now, there will be another invasion and extermination of the nation by barbarians!"

"There is only one way to completely change things."

"Let's give the entire Jiangnan region a fresh new look!"

Luo Guanzhong, who had followed him out, was already weak in the knees when he heard his master call Lin Daoming "King".

Hearing what followed, he was utterly horrified and sat down on the ground.

Lin Dao glanced at him, his gaze devoid of any emotion, only a faint indifference.

He genuinely looked down on the scholars in Jiangnan at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

He truly lived up to the nickname passed down from Sun Quan.

Footsteps sounded, and Cao Miaoqing, holding up the hem of her skirt, jogged over.

He glanced at Luo Guanzhong sitting on the ground in surprise, thinking he was drunk.

Approaching Lin Dao, she looked up at him, panting slightly, and said, "I want to know, what's your name?"

Lin Dao looked down in surprise at the girl whose face was flushed and whose bright eyes were full of admiration.

"My damn charm~~~"

(End of this chapter)