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Cheng Hechuan took it and took a look, and was stunned for a moment.

The post was written on fine rice paper, and the handwriting was vigorous and powerful. It was not like the graceful regular script of a scholar, but more like the running script of a military commander.

The signature is two words: Xu Da.

Cheng Hechuan's pupils dilated slightly.

Xu Da, Duke of Wei, was the first hero of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang's assistant, and the commander-in-chief of the Northern Expedition to destroy the Yuan Dynasty.

In the original history, he would have died in the eighteenth year of Hongwu. There are different opinions on the cause of death. Some said it was gangrene on his back, and some said he was given a roast goose by Zhu Yuanzhang.

But no matter how he died, he wouldn't live long.

On Cheng Hechuan's "name preservation list", Xu Da was at the forefront.

"What did the post say?" Song Lian came over to take a look and narrowed his eyes, "Xu Tiande invites you?"

Xu Tiande is Xu Da’s nickname, and Song Lian’s nickname shows that the two have a close friendship.

"Master Cheng," Song Lian patted him on the shoulder, "This is a good thing. Xu Tiande is someone who easily refuses to treat guests. If he invites you, it means he likes you."

Cheng Hechuan smiled bitterly: "Mr. Song, is it a good thing or a bad thing to be favored by Xu Da?"

"It depends on what you think," Song Lian stroked his beard, "Xu Tiande's words in front of His Majesty are ten times more important than this old man. If he can say a word for you, it will be more effective than if you compiled ten "History of the Yuan Dynasty"."

Cheng Hechuan nodded and put the post into his sleeve.

That evening, he changed into a clean official robe, carried two jars of rice wine that Uncle Chen bought from the shop, and went out.

Xu Da's mansion is located in the south of the city and occupies a very large area. The stone lion at the door is larger than those of other houses.

The four words "Wei Guogongfu" on the plaque were inscribed by Zhu Yuanzhang himself, with rough and imposing strokes.

The concierge had obviously already received the order. As soon as he saw him coming, he immediately welcomed him in without even needing to inform him.

Cheng Hechuan was introduced into the main hall.

There were not many furnishings in the hall, and there was a map hanging on the wall, which marked the distribution of the remaining forces of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

There were several long guns standing in the corner, polished to a shine.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the Taishi chair drinking tea.

He is about fifty years old, with a Chinese-shaped face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and dark and rough skin. At first glance, he looks like someone who has been exposed to the sun all year round.

He was wearing a homely gray robe, and he didn't have the airs of a prince at all.

But those eyes were bright.

Cheng Hechuan was shocked, this was Xu Da.

A man who has fought a lifetime of fighting and crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"After finishing school, Cheng Hechuan met Wei Guogong." Cheng Hechuan bowed and saluted.

"Okay, okay," Xu Da waved his hand, his voice as loud as giving orders on the battlefield, "Don't do this nonsense here. Sit down."

Cheng Hechuan sat down and placed two jars of rice wine on the table.

Xu Da took one look and laughed: "You know your stuff! I've been drinking the rice wine from this old store in the south of the city for twenty years."

He opened the mud seal and poured a bowl for himself and another bowl for Cheng Hechuan.

"Come, have a drink first."

Cheng Hechuan picked up the bowl and sighed.

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