Chapter 400 Good people are rewarded
Early in the morning, Wang Yiqi went to Zhilu first. Yan Song questioned him about the lost documents. After a warning, he asked him to find out the matter as soon as possible.
Although Yan Song did not tell the consequences, Wang Yiqi knew that undercurrents were surging.
Before leaving, Yan Shifan said casually, "The Ministry of Public Security has received many impeachment memorials."
Wang Yiqi was startled and wondered what Yan Shifan meant by this reminder.
After walking out of Zhilu, he suddenly understood.
For the Yan Party, it would not be a bad thing if Wang Yiqi could fall. They might even be able to get a few important positions in the Ministry of War if they made some efforts.
But at this moment, the Mohist school represented by Jiang Qingzhi and the Confucian school were fighting fiercely, which was a rare opportunity for the Yan Party to catch its breath. If Wang Yiqi fell and Jiang Qingzhi declined, those scholars would turn their attention back to the Yan Party.
"In many cases, the enemy of my enemy is my friend!" Wang Yiqi thought of Jiang Qingzhi's words again.
When he returned to the Ministry of War, someone reported: "Minister, the Jinyiwei have not been questioning me these past two days, which has made people panic."
"Let them check." Wang Yiqi walked into the duty room and subconsciously glanced at the desk. He had marked the documents on it. Any documents that had been moved would not escape his pursuit.
No one moved.
Wang Yiqi's expression looked a little ugly... He overlapped the two documents and put them together. A corner of the lower document was exposed, and a few words were very conspicuous.
——Reconstruction of the Beijing Guards…
If that person saw it, he would definitely be moved.
But the document remained motionless.
What does it mean?
Wang Yiqi sat down, leaned back in his chair, and sighed deeply.
"It's a thief inside!"
If he were Altan Khan's spy, he would take the document away at all costs after seeing it.
But the man turned a blind eye to it, and it was obvious that his purpose in stealing the documents was not simple.
All of this is exactly the same as Jiang Qingzhi's analysis.
Wang Yiqi opened his eyes and thought about how well he had treated the three men. He could not help but sigh, "Human greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant!"
……
"It's aimed at Wang Yiqi."
Xu Wei looked a little listless, sitting on the steps at the back door of the Bo's mansion, with a baking basket invented by Mr. Jiang between his legs. He took a sip of wine from the wine gourd and let out a long sigh.
"After getting rid of Wang Yiqi, the next step must be to put pressure on those students." Hu Zongxian didn't like the rough style of the wine gourd. He picked up the small wine glass with his thumb and middle finger, first took a look at the crystal clear wine, and drank it all in satisfaction.
"Good wine!"
"Palace Jade Liquid!" Xu Wei said with a smile.
"Wang Yiqi was skeptical about what Lord Bo said, but he should have understood it now." Hu Zongxian said, "The Ministry of War must have our people. If Wang Yiqi stays for one more year, Lord Bo's plan will be more certain. Especially at the time of rebuilding the Beijing Guards, if Lord Bo can exert some influence, it will be of great benefit in the future."
"Aren't you afraid of breaking taboos?" Xu Wei mocked, "You didn't have the courage to do that before."
"We have already taken the first step. We can't care about the cliffs ahead." Hu Zongxian took a piece of braised beef in sauce and felt the remaining warmth. "My Lord is the enemy of Confucianism. Your Majesty is your biggest support. If you can rely on mountains, they will fall. If you can rely on people, they will run away.
To do big things, the most important thing is to be strong. With the Ministry of War in hand, we must quietly get involved in the reconstruction of the Beijing Guards. Otherwise... if there are any flaws, those people will swarm over and tear you and us to pieces."
"Don't worry." Xu Wei raised his wine gourd, "Altan is here, the Japanese pirates are here, and the flying birds are not gone yet!"
When Jiang Qingzhi returned home, Xu Wei was waiting for him.
"Old Hu is relieved." Xu Wei said with a smile: "In the past, he always looked ahead and behind, but today he took the initiative to say something that he used to think was taboo."
Hu Zongxian was a typical scholar-official, but unlike ordinary scholar-officials, he not only had the scholar-officials' nature of seeking profit and avoiding harm, but also had the spirit of doing his best for his ambitions and for the world.
“See, this is getting better.”
Jiang Qingzhi smiled.
"School starts tomorrow, Uncle, who would you like to invite?" Xu Wei asked.
"Look!"
Jiang Qingzhi actually wanted to hold the opening ceremony quietly.
"The Mohist School is surrounded by enemies now, so the lower your profile, the better."
"That's right." Xu Wei was a person who liked to be lively. "How about inviting a few tables?"
"It's not a marriage. By the way, my lady will pick a woman for you today, so you should be more serious later." Jiang Qingzhi said sternly, "You are already an adult, why are you still playing with your temperament... Can temperament be eaten? Can temperament warm your bed? Give birth to children? Temperament is something that comes out of eating too much."
Xu Wei was startled and scratched his head. "I think temperament is something that is indispensable. It's just like..."
"Missing the itchy heart?"
"How did the uncle know?"
"But what's the point of having a beautiful red sleeve? She knows what I mean before I say anything. I say one sentence and she knows the next one. I like Tang poetry, so she must like Li Bai... I like drinking, so she must be good at making side dishes and be able to drink with me... I like appreciating flowers, so she must be a flower lover..."
Xu Wei was shocked, "Uncle..."
"This is not a temperament, this is a literary youth disease! Old Xu, you are sick! There is something wrong with you!"
Jiang Qingzhi said angrily: "Those who are so compatible are not husband and wife, but confidants. But where can you find confidants in life? Even if there are, you can only watch from afar and never get close to them. Once you get close, you will discover each other's ugliness. Be quiet, ah!"
"But I..." Xu Wei suddenly thought of Yang Zhaodi.
That woman didn't know any Tang or Song poetry. To her, a beautiful lady with red sleeves was like a knife cutting her: "My husband, I'll make you some kidney tonic tonight."
Xu Wei seemed to hear a sound of clamor, and he suddenly woke up, only to find that Jiang Qingzhi had left without knowing when. Xu Wei strolled along the way and unknowingly walked to the vegetable market.
"It's the last hind leg. It's fat and lean. It can be fried, stewed, or made into white meat..."
Yang Zhaodi was standing behind her pork stall, shouting, holding a knife in her right hand and a bun in her left hand, taking a bite from time to time.
"Why am I here again?"
Xu Wei slapped his forehead. Yang Zhaodi turned her eyes to look at him and frowned slightly, "Have you finished eating the kidneys?"
"I...yes, I'm done eating."
Xu Wei coughed dryly and walked over, "The kidneys smell fishy."
"You have to peel the skin and soak it." Yang Zhaodi raised her right hand, and a pair of kidneys were lifted into the air by the butcher knife. She stuffed the buns into her mouth with her left hand, and the kidneys fell on the chopping board, and her right hand flashed quickly.
Duh duh duh!
"Okay, go back and soak it for a while before doing it again."
The series of quick and pleasing movements reminded Xu Wei of the story of the butchering of an ox.
The processed pork kidneys were tied with a straw rope and flew over with the tip of a knife.
Xu Wei hurriedly took it and wanted to give him money, but Yang Zhaodi said indifferently: "Give me the money and don't come tomorrow, otherwise I will chase you away with a broom!"
Xu Wei coughed dryly and took out an oil-paper bag. "It's not good to eat only buns. Try this. Let's go!"
After he left, Yang Zhaodi opened the oil paper package, revealing a bag of braised beef slices in soy sauce.
She ate a piece and squinted her eyes. "It's delicious."
The old man next to him said, "Zhao Di, I think Mr. Xu really likes you. If that's the case, why are you being so reserved?"
Yang Zhaodi swallowed the beef and said, "He looks smiling, but he has a jade pendant on his waist. I have seen the shoes on his feet. They are from the Li family and they cost three hundred coins a pair. And he sometimes speaks in a literary way, which shows that he has read books.
Last time, those officers and soldiers were quite respectful to him...Chang Wei Bo has now created a Mohist school, and I heard that the princes are all his disciples. This man works in the Bo's mansion and has a noble status, while I am just a female butcher who kills pigs, and our status is far different..."
The old man sighed, "It's so rare to have a lover!"
"Don't talk about having a lover." Yang Zhaodi said, "My father never leaves home all year round, and he relies on my mother to take care of him. After a long time, my mother will complain or get angry.
This person is just like this pork. It looks fresh at first, but after a while it will change color and become smelly on the second day, or at most the third day. "
"People! Living too soberly is a real pain." The old man said, "Who cares? It's good to enjoy yourself for a while! As for tomorrow, God knows what God will give you. Maybe you will be honored by your husband and live happily together!"
"I never expect these." Yang Zhaodi shook her head. "Since I was a child, I have heard my parents say that if you don't have a son to support the family, you will suffer in the future, and that daughters are raised by other families... I have been treated like a boy since I was a child, and I have to go out to support the family when I grow up. Why should I burden others!"
She ate a piece of beef and wrapped it in oil paper.
"Why keep it if you don't want to eat it?" The old man said, "You are a butcher. It's cold, and the taste will change if it freezes."
Yang Zhaodi took a bite of the vegetable bun and said, "Leave it for my parents."
Hey!
The old man sighed and squinted his eyes and said: "This world is like this! Good people don't get good rewards."
……
It is hard to say whether good people will be rewarded, but I think bad things happening to good people are not necessarily bad things.
"Yesterday, my father prayed for the late crown prince, saying that life in this world is hard and it wouldn't be a bad thing to leave early." King Jing thought his father was confused.
"Life is full of suffering, but who can bear to endure all this suffering?" Xia Yan sighed.
"Uncle, are there no other guests today?" asked Prince Yu.
Jiang Qingzhi shook his head, "It's best to invite guests quietly."
The morning light blew across the small training ground of the Bo Mansion, and students arrived one after another.
Fifty people were standing on the parade ground. When they saw Jiang Qingzhi and others, they looked at each other in surprise.
"that's it?"
“Isn’t this too shabby?”
"Yes!"
Ning Zheng said: "Why should a place for learning be bustling?"
"Can we not serve in the government in the future? In such a cold and lonely atmosphere, when we leave the army, will we have a place to go?"
Everyone was muttering.
Jiang Qingzhi stepped forward, ready to give a lecture.
"Knowledge never comes from a busy place. Only when you calm down can you focus. The Mohist school has been passed down for thousands of years, adhering to the concept of finding a new path for the world..."
Jiang Qingzhi suddenly realized that the students were all looking behind him.
"I just said to focus..." Jiang Qingzhi suddenly realized something was wrong.
He turned around slowly.
Emperor Jiajing, dressed in Taoist robes, walked over surrounded by people.
Behind him were two princes, a woman dressed as a man named Changle, and Huang Jin.
"His Majesty!"
The Taoist stopped and said calmly: "I have nothing to do so I went out of the palace and came to see you on the way."
"It's your Majesty!"
In an instant, the students on the school field were shocked!
(End of this chapter)
