Please ask me to be the emperor

The man who was pushed was dressed in brocade clothes and took three breaths with each step. Because he was so fat and strong, he looked like a big meat ball.

When the "big meatball" saw Zhang Shun, he didn't know whether he was tripped by the threshold or had trouble with his legs and feet. He actually threw himself to the ground and rolled twice before lying on the ground and crying to Zhang Shun: "Your Majesty, spare your life, Your Majesty, please spare your life! I will give you whatever you want. Please keep me here." What a dog’s life!”

Zhang Shun was stunned for a moment, and asked a little baffled: "Who are you?"

When the "big meat ball" heard this, he almost wanted to slap himself twice. The thief chief didn't even recognize him, so why did he jump out so early?

Lu Weiqi, the former Minister of War in Nanjing, couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to come out and said: "This is His Royal Highness Prince Fu. Your Majesty, as the uncle of the sage, how can you succumb to the bandits? You should rather die than surrender to preserve your honor!" "

King Fu? Zhang Shun was stunned for a moment, then realized, you are the "Fulu Banquet"! He didn't know anything else, but he happened to have heard about the fact that King Fu was captured by Li Zicheng and cooked together with sika deer to make a "Fu Lu Banquet".

"Fu Lu Banquet." When King Fu heard this, he couldn't help but said in annoyance: "Can you stop saying a few words? Originally, the king was about to treat me like a fart, but if you say this again, it will anger the king. I heard that Mr. Lu has always You are so resourceful, please save me!”

This King Fu was surprisingly fat, and he rolled on the ground a few times, looking quite embarrassed. Now he looks so boneless, which is even more despising.

"Mr. Lu" Lu Weiqi did not laugh at him. Instead, he laughed at himself: "Now my life is in danger, how can I save His Highness? Everyone is destined to die, and today is the Day of Death for Righteousness!"

King Fu was about to refute Lu Weiqi's words, but he never thought that the "thief" Zhang Shun suddenly asked: "You are King Fu. I wonder how much you weigh?"

King Fu was stunned and wondered why Zhang Shun asked him about his weight. If anyone else came to ask, he would definitely order his subordinates to blow his head off.

But when the "thief" came to ask, he had no choice but to answer. He could only respond in a low voice: "Little Xiao Wang weighs almost three hundred and sixty pounds!"

呲. Zhang Shun took a deep breath, looked around for a while and asked: "How much meat can this produce?"

Although Jicheng is a veterinarian, if he kills livestock, he often works part-time as a butcher. Based on his usual experience, he subconsciously replied: "Sheep generally produce 50% meat, while pigs produce 70% meat. Someone like King Fu should be able to produce about 250 kilograms!"

The officials turned pale when they heard this and knelt down quickly without caring about their integrity. Not to mention the "Fulu Banquet", his legs collapsed, and the smell of feces and urine suddenly filled the whole room.

Lu Weiqi, the former Minister of War in Nanjing, shouted loudly: "How dare you, thief! His Royal Highness Prince Fu is the uncle of the Ming Dynasty, a noble person. A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. How can you humiliate him like this?"

"Ah?" Zhang Shun asked in surprise, "Is this Mr. Lu? Why did you say that, you wouldn't suggest that I kill Prince Fu and cook it, would you? His Royal Highness, Prince Fu, has a distinguished status. As a minister, why? Can you suggest this kind of treatment for His Highness? Do you two have any old grudges?"

Lu Weiqi was choked and speechless by Zhang Shun. He wanted to argue, but he was afraid that Zhang Shun would become angry, so he actually cooked and ate King Fu. Then he would really die!

After hearing this, King Fu was even more frightened. He had to stick out his butt covered with feces and urine, lay down with difficulty, and kowtowed like pounding garlic. He only shouted: "King Shun is benevolent and righteous, King Shun, spare your life!"

Zhang Shun saw how luxurious Prince Fu's palace was and how miserable it was outside the city, so he actually wanted to kill this man.

He then smiled and said: "As a nobleman from the sky, you can't return to the emperor's duties, and you can't benefit the people. You are extravagant and have the world at your wits end. How can you live in this world with dignity?"

King Fu was silent for a long time after hearing the words. Just when Zhang Shun thought he had nothing to say, he kowtowed and said, "King Shun, Rongzhen. I was originally a descendant of Emperor Wanli Shenzong, but because I was born a few years late, I became The third son."

"My father was partial to me and tried to pass the throne to me. I never thought that the patriarchal system was so strict that officials would not obey me. I have been insulted and humiliated by officials since I was a child."

"My father had no choice but to enfeoff me to Luoyang Mansion as a blessing vassal. I entered the palace at the age of fifteen. Except when my father died, I never left the palace for half a step, and I didn't know how to interact with the pigs raised in the pig pen." What’s the difference between pigs!”

"Although there are many rewards of gold and silver, I am not allowed to spend them with my own hands. There are mountains of grain and grain, but I can only eat three meals a day. I dare not ask about the affairs of my family, country, and world. I cannot ask, and I don't want to ask. I cannot ask about the affairs of scholars, farmers, industry, and commerce. Engage in it. Even if you want to practice the old business of your ancestors and become a beggar, you will not be able to get it."

"I don't know what the Ming Dynasty is like now, and I don't know what the world is like now, let alone the people! What does the world have to do with me? What does I have to do with the world?"

Zhang Shun was surprised when he heard this. He never thought that there were so many reasons. However, he didn't know whether this matter was true or not. After thinking about it, he looked at "Mr. Lu" and asked, "Is this true?"

"Mr. Lu" was silent for a while and replied honestly: "Although there are many biases, it is still true!"

Zhang Shun simply couldn't complain. After the Zhu family clan was born, they went around this luxurious palace and raised fat and strong bodies, just in time for the rebels and the Manchus to kill. Could this be the "Pig family"? The way to raise pigs?

No wonder the surname is "Pig", maybe he is not a professional pig farmer?

Thinking of this, Zhang Shun felt a little pity for the greasy, fat and smelly King Fu lying below.

However, when he thought about the people who died of hunger, died of rebellion, and even died of being robbed by other rebels, his heart became a little harder!

Compared to them, you, the blessed king who has enjoyed happiness for half a lifetime, were killed without any injustice.

Zhang Bian smiled and said: "If you are innocent, wouldn't the people in the world die unjustly? I just roughly looked through the account books in your mansion. In terms of acres alone, the palace owns more than 20,000 acres of fertile land. Throughout Zhongzhou, Shandong and Huguang."

"There is also the property of Zhang Juzheng, a great scholar, who has no property. From Jiangdu to Taiping, there are miscellaneous taxes in Dizhou along the river, 1,300 yuan of tea silver and Huai salt from Sichuan salt wells. The annual income from these items alone reaches 890,000 taels. Counting the acres of land, In terms of income in summer and autumn, I’m afraid there will be another two to three hundred thousand dan income?”

"How can one person dare to claim innocence when he is so rich and brings disaster to the whole world?"

The rest of the ministers were silent, and King Fu couldn't deny it, so he cried bitterly and begged for mercy: "This is not my original wish. I have been in the palace for a long time and don't know about it. I also ask King Shun to agree to donate all my family property in exchange for me." One person’s fortune and life!”

In fact, the so-called "Fu Lu Banquet" is based on rumors. Historically, although Li Zicheng killed King Fu, he was not serious enough to cook and eat him. I don’t know why people in the Ming Dynasty like to hunt for novels so much. They often make up jokes that challenge the lower limits of human beings.