How dare the teahouse owner say no?

The capital has been in great turmoil recently, and spies have been fighting day and night. If he hates this master, he will be skinless even if he doesn't die!

"Uncle Zuo was joking. Mr. Pu is a free person. It is okay to come and talk about books whenever he wants to!"

"That's true!"

Zoinu decided on the matter without waiting for Pu Songling to speak.

"On the third day of the lunar calendar, I will come here to pick up Mr. Pu. I hope Mr. Pu will not lose his links at that time!"

Zoinu smiled and said nothing: "If anyone makes me lose face, I will let him lose his skin!"

"I dare not, I dare not!"

Wang Dongjia bent down and said goodbye to Zoinu, and then smiled bitterly at Pu Songling:

"Mr. Pu, there is no way out for me. You, just prepare early to tell these people, but you have to remember that you can't say anything that makes people sensitive!"

The two are just cooperative relationships. The old shopkeeper can really regard Pu Songling as his own.

The Qing court cracked down on remarks that were not favorable to the government. As long as one word was found, it would be all over.

Even if it involves the Qing court's fatal point, it is not new if the whole family is killed.

"Thank you, don't worry, Mr. Pu is also a scholar, so this is still a waste of money."

In the teahouse, the people who had been waiting for Pu Songling to tell another story had already left cleanly.

When it comes to the bannermen, this is not something they can intervene!

Even this involves the prince among the bannermen...

Although the court didn't know what was going crazy a while ago, it raised all the titles one level, making the current prince worthless.

However, the prince is the prince. Not to mention the prince, even an ordinary soldier cannot provoke him.

No matter where the government is, as long as the case involving the bannermen is involved, it is not something that the Han officials can try.

And count on the banner officer toward them...

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Wang Dongjia settled the money for today to Pu Songling, and his rough big hand patted Pu Songling on the shoulder:

"Mr. Pu, when the time comes, you can rest well. I will keep the position of the storyteller!"

Pu Songling weighed the wallet and found that today's money was a little more than before. He was about to refuse, but was stopped by Wang Dong's family.

"My tea shop is not a big deal. If it weren't for Mr. Pu, you would have been poorly managed here."

"This is all you deserve. Besides, when you go to the royal palace to tell others about the letter, you always have to buy a gift."

Pu Songling was moved, there were still many good people!

He bowed his fists and secretly wrote down the man's name, preparing to repay him in the future, but said:

"So, I'll thank my boss!"

"Go, go, you have to work on a half-big doll alone, it's really a pain for you."

Manager Wang personally sent Pu Songling out of the teahouse, and then he shook his way toward the shop.

Pu Songling took a few turns and saw that there was no one following him, then he turned into a small alley.

At the entrance of the alley, two dolls who looked only in their teens were throwing their bodies.

When they saw Pu Songling coming back, they greeted him, but continued to sit on the ground and have a lot of fun.

But the two of them looked in the direction Pu Songling was walking towards.

Pu Songling continued to move forward, and arrived at the yard he bought, opened the yard door and walked in. Soon, the two little babies also returned.

"The head, there is no tail that follows the tip."

"Well, thank you both for your hard work!"

These two people are obviously members of the Assassin's Department recruited by Zhu Da.

Zhu Da selected some people with strange appearances and secretly trained them for more than ten years. Finally, he had three departments: Red Sword Department, Green Sword Department, and Assassin Department, with dozens of people.

Pu Songling came to the capital, and Zhu Cijiong made the decision himself and handed these hands to Pu Songling.

The two bent down and retreated, but Pu Songling walked into the yard very much, lifted a wooden chicken cage on the ground, picked up the wooden board covered with chicken poop, and a hole was exposed.

Pu Songling followed the ladder and got off the secret room.

The two members of the Assassin Department regained the wooden cage again and continued to sit at the door.

The two of them are dwarfs, but they are not strange dwarfs.

The two are already in their twenties, and their faces seem to be like dolls in their teens.

Even the proportions of the body parts are no different from those of normal people.

Pu Songling's assassin's department is mostly like this, and there are even people like cripples, mutes, etc. who are born to be unaware of people.

...

Pu Songling got out of the tunnel and saw that there was a building like an underground palace on the ground, and it was probably at least possible to accommodate hundreds of people to do things at the same time.

The tunnel is well-connected, as dark as the tentacles of ghosts and gods stretching into the distance, as if they are not careful, they will catch the living beings and swallow them.

"head!"

When he saw Pu Songling coming in, a man came first.

He has no name, or the spies trained by Zhu Da have no name of his own.

Whether it is their internal or external titles, three rankings are used to replace the names.

Pu Songling nodded and said, "Daoyi, how are you doing today?"

He pointed at the knife and pointed at the stacks of papers half a person tall on one side with handwriting.

"This is our output today, with a total of more than 30,000 pieces."

"Well, I remember that we must not expose ourselves. Otherwise, His Majesty's great cause would be affected."

Pu Songling took a deep breath: "In these days, the Tartars' movements are getting bigger and bigger, and even when they are talking at home, they will be taken away."

"But none of these people come back, so you must be careful!"

Dao Yi smiled and said, "Hey, don't worry, we can save it. Besides, we didn't do it yourself when posting."

Jian Yi said, "Head, we don't have enough paper. If we continue to buy, I'm afraid the Qing court will find this sooner or later!"

They printed tens of thousands of small-character posters every day, and the demand was too great. Therefore, if the Qing court started from paper, it would be really easy to find them!

"It seems that you are going to work hard. Your Majesty has given me a way to make paper, so that we can work together to make it come out!"

Pu Songling walked aside, opened a box, and took out a design drawing.

When he left Nanyang, Zhu Cijiong handed him a complete set of drawings, which was the last one.

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Chapter completed!