Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

"Yes!" Wang Yousheng's eyes became firm.

After saying that, he walked straight towards the two soldiers guarding the gate. The two soldiers were dumbfounded when they saw being surrounded by so many people, and they stood there in a daze.

Wang Yousheng was very decisive. He slapped the two men who hit him twice each. His slaps were quite strong and their faces turned red immediately.

Wang Yousheng was so happy that his revenge was finally achieved. His eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Zhang Shikang.

At this time, a person in charge of the Ministry of Revenue came out, frowned and said angrily:

"Who dares to cause trouble in the Ministry of Revenue?"

"I am Zhang Shikang, the admiral of the Beijing Camp. Who are you?" Seeing the other party's cold face, Zhang Shikang naturally did not give him a good look.

"I'm Tao Zhiwen, the head of the Ministry of Revenue. Why is the governor of the Beijing camp coming to my Ministry of Revenue instead of staying in the military camp?" Although Tao Zhiwen's expression was calm, his words were full of contempt for the military generals.

Zhang Shikang couldn't stand this and said angrily:

"What does this admiral want to do have to do with you?

When you meet this admiral, you don't call yourself your subordinate. Is this the etiquette and hierarchy that the sages' books taught you?

How dare you, a small boss, be so arrogant?"

Under normal circumstances, Zhang Shikang would not have spoken so harshly, but now that weapons were not provided and food supplies were delayed, he finally understood why this broken ship of the Ming Dynasty sank.

A person is paddling hard forward, but there are three people pulling him back from behind. Who can bear this?

Of course Tao Zhiwen knew Zhang Shikang, and he also knew that this boy was actually a playboy, so he was not angry even when Zhang Shikang ridiculed him.

In his opinion, getting angry with a dandy boy would only make him look uncultured.

"Oh, I am sorry for being rude. I hope Admiral Zhang can forgive me." Tao Zhiwen apologized with a forced smile. If he was not a fool, he could see that the apology was insincere.

Zhang Shikang knew, of course, that this fellow was just winning in spirit and felt that he was very noble. He sneered in his heart but said:

"It's good that you know you're wrong. I'm not saying anything bad about you, but as a subordinate you should have the awareness of a subordinate.

This admiral came here to discuss the matter of food and fodder. Oh, never mind. Your position is too low, and it is pointless for me to talk to you.

Where is your Lord Shangshu? Your humble servant, why don't you lead the way?

You have no sense of propriety at all, no wonder you can only be the boss."

Zhang Shikang no longer had any of the dignity of a commander-in-chief. His words and deeds were all like those of a dandy young man, which shocked the more than 300 subordinates of the Beijing camp.

They thought that the admiral was such a nice person, a gentle and kind man, and should be nice to everyone.

Now it seems they have thought too much. When the admiral gets angry, his words are like knives. Oh my, look, the person in charge's mouth is twisted with anger.

"You...you...you are simply..."

When Tao Zhiwen heard Zhang Shikang calling him "your subordinate" all the time with sarcasm in his words, he felt that he had never been humiliated so much since he passed the imperial examination and was so angry that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"A dandy? Since you know that I am a dandy, you still dare to be rude to me. Aren't you a cheapskate?

Stop talking nonsense and lead the way. "

"Humph, the Ministry of Revenue is still mobilizing its grain and grass. Even if you go to see them..."

Tao Zhi stopped talking halfway through his question. He felt a chill on his neck, and Zhang Shikang held the Emperor's Sword against his neck.

The world was quiet. Tao Zhiwen didn't say a word and immediately walked towards the duty room of the Minister of Revenue. His legs were shaking and he staggered with every step.

Zhang Shikang followed behind and shook his head in disappointment. From the captain named Li Hai who was guarding the city gate to the current mid-level officials in the Ministry of Revenue, Zhang Shikang had never seen anyone he liked.

The military generals are servile and the civil officials are afraid of death. One has no courage and the other has no integrity.

He actually wanted to see the true character of literati, but the literati he saw were just saints in disguise but doing shameful things, which was really disgusting.

When the Minister of Revenue Cai Guoyong saw Zhang Shikang pointing a sword at Tao Zhiwen and the courtyard was full of soldiers from the Beijing camp, he was immediately shocked.

"Zhang Shikang, do you want to rebel?"

Tao Zhiwen hurried to the side, gasping for breath. Zhang Shikang was too lazy to argue with these useless officials and said bluntly:

"The Ministry of Revenue has to deliver 100,000 shi of grain and fodder to the Beijing camp within three days. This is the order of your majesty. Why is it that it has been five days and there is still no grain and fodder?"

Cai Guoyong saw Zhang Shikang's angry face, glanced at the sword in Zhang Shikang's hand, and his attitude suddenly became kind:

"Now the border troops and Yang Ge's troops are urging us to provide food and grass. Admiral Zhang should also know the situation of the national treasury. The Ministry of Revenue is also in a difficult situation!"

Seeing that Zhang Shikang was about to lose his temper, Cai Guoyong quickly said:

"But Admiral Zhang, rest assured. I will definitely deliver the food and fodder needed by the Beijing Camp before tomorrow. I hope Admiral Zhang will forgive me."

"I sympathize with you, but who will sympathize with my hungry officers in the Beijing camp?

Today, or I will go to His Majesty and impeach you for dereliction of duty." Zhang Shikang argued.

He vaguely felt that something was fishy. The food and fodder for the Beijing camp was personally promised by Brother Chongzhen and was handled by the Ministry of Revenue. As for Yang Sichang, Brother Chongzhen also promised that he could buy food locally.

Why does this guy still need food from the Ministry of Revenue?

Brother Chongzhen did say that in order to prevent the Donglin Party from controlling the court, there were non-Donglin Party officials in both the cabinet and the six ministries.

For example, the Minister of Revenue Cai Guoyong was specially promoted by Emperor Chongzhen. Logically, Cai Guoyong should be on his side.

However, Zhang Shikang was too lazy to think so much. His purpose was simple: to get food and fodder.

I thought Cai Guoyong would still refuse, but Zhang Shikang asked for it today and immediately said:

"Okay, as Commander Zhang said, I will prepare it later and send 100,000 tons of food and fodder over by this afternoon at the latest."

The promise was made so straightforward that Zhang Shikang didn't know how to respond. He was too lazy to be polite, so he just bowed and left the Ministry of Revenue.

Cai Guoyong finally breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at Tao Zhi, the head of the Ministry of Revenue, and asked:

"Master Tao, why did you provoke him?"

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I was thinking there would be a big fight, but I didn't expect that the food and fodder issue would be solved so easily by just hitting the cotton with one punch.

After leaving the Ministry of Revenue, Zhang Shikang ran towards the Ministry of Works next door while thinking about this matter.

He was thinking of going to the Ministry of Works to see if the Ministry had the Rumi gun that the old soldiers mentioned. If it did, he would naturally have to find a way to replace the equipment of the firearms soldiers of the Beijing Camp.

Before he reached the entrance of the industry department, Zhang Shikang was bumped by an old man in coarse linen clothes.

"I am an old man with poor eyesight and I have offended you, sir. Please forgive me."

Zhang Shikang waved his hands with some confusion in his eyes, because when the old man touched him, he felt a note stuffed in his hand.

After the old man left, Zhang Shikang went to a deserted place and opened the note. He saw the following words written on it:

"The food and grass matters were handled by Yang Gebu." The signature was Jinyiwei.

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