Chapter 549: Troubled Times, Rushing Back to the Capital
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In my mind, the shadows began to solidify.
A small alloy box fell down with a plop.
Jiang Qingzhi was surrounded by people and left Suzhou City holding the "Wanmin Umbrella".
One mountain and one river, cannot compare to the thousand layers of friendship.
It was not until they were five miles out of the city that Jiang Qingzhi persuaded them to stop the people who were seeing them off.
After walking a long way, Jiang Qingzhi finally turned his attention back to his mind.
There were a few big words written on the alloy box.
——Stab-proof clothing!
What the hell!
Jiang Qingzhi couldn't help but be ecstatic.
In this era, if there is anything that makes Jiang Qingzhi most uneasy, it is personal safety.
He is the mortal enemy of the scholar-officials, the mortal enemy of Confucianism, and the gravedigger of military honors...
To be honest, Jiang Qingzhi felt that if he shouted on the street and announced his identity, some bricks might be thrown at him.
There were too many enemies to defend against. Although Jiang Qingzhi had a pistol to protect himself, it was easy to dodge an open gun, but it was hard to defend against an arrow from the dark!
Although the steel plate is easy to use, its weight is speechless.
The emergence of stab-proof clothing came at the right time, allowing Chiang Kai-shek to have fewer concerns when fighting against the Confucians.
"It's better to give a good suit of armor than a Wanmin Umbrella." Sun Chonglou complained, "Young Master was assassinated in Suzhou this time. If he had a thin suit of armor like that, he wouldn't have been in such danger."
"What do you know?" Xu Wei asked unhappily, "Do you know how many types of armor there are?"
"Of course I know." Sun Chonglou said the types of armor he knew, causing Xu Wei to laugh, "That's a tangible thing."
"Do you have something invisible?" Sun Chonglou said indignantly.
Xu Wei nodded. "This umbrella may seem thin, but it carries the name of all people. This name of all people is like an invisible armor that can protect you and bring you success in everything, and turn disaster into blessing..."
Jiang Qingzhi's body shook.
"Stab-proof clothing, umbrella for all..."
"National destiny!"
“This is… the will of the people!”
Jiang Qingzhi suddenly had an epiphany that the increased national fortune this time did not come from the powerful biogas digester, nor from the elimination of corrupt officials and powerful people.
“It comes from the people’s hearts!”
And the stab-proof suit that Uncle Ding rewarded was a perfect match for the Wanmin Umbrella.
One is visible, the other is invisible.
"The people's will is the foundation of a country's destiny!"
"The people's hearts are our Mohist School's greatest reliance!"
……
There were many fallen leaves in the capital in late autumn. The laborers who were cleaning the area had just swept them clean when they turned around and saw, damn, there was another leaf.
"This shit is never going to end!"
A laborer cursed while holding a broom.
"One two one!"
At this time, the sound of orderly footsteps was heard.
"Make way!" shouted the clerk in charge.
The laborers quickly made way, and saw hundreds of people jogging towards them in an orderly manner.
"It's those people who study martial arts." A civilian said with a smile, "I don't know why they are crazy. They come out every day."
"They said it was Chief Wilbur who made them run away, and in the end the ten of them had no breakfast." Someone laughed.
"One two one!"
Hundreds of people ran past the laborers, and the white breath they exhaled dissipated instantly.
Not long after, officials who were going to the yamen appeared one after another.
Xu Jie was also among them. He was riding a horse and seemed to be in deep thought.
"Mr. Xu Ge."
Xu Jie looked up when he heard the voice and saw that it was Lan Zhen, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works. He smiled and nodded, "Vice Minister Lan."
The sky was a little dim, and Lan Zhen's face was a little blurry in the dim light. He rode over and said softly: "Lord Xu, I heard that... the old official in the Ministry of Personnel is in poor health. The Ministry of Personnel cannot be in chaos. Many people say that it is the right time for Lord Xu to take charge of the Ministry of Personnel."
Since the Confucian-Mohist War, the Confucians have been targeting Xu Jie, the big boss of the Southern faction in the court. According to them, both of Xu Jie's disciples defected from the school and joined Jiang Qingzhi and the Mohist school, which was a great shame and humiliation.
As long as Xu Jie is still alive, he will be irreconcilable with Jiang Qingzhi.
But Xu Jie was good at forbearance and did not show any emotion.
Therefore, the Confucianists also tried to win over this elder to deal with the Mohists and Jiang Qingzhi together.
Minister of Personnel...Xu Jie glanced at Lan Zhen and said calmly, "I don't know about this matter yet. I will wait for the court to decide everything."
Lan Zhen smiled, "I think the news will spread throughout the court today. Someone asked me to tell them that the Ministry of Personnel is the head of the six ministries. Whoever controls the Ministry of Personnel will have disciples all over the world in ten years..."
Ten years later, the officials you promoted are all over the country. Why do you, Lord Xu, still worry about the Yan Party?
Xu Jie smiled and said, "I'll go first!"
Lan Zhen watched him ride his horse over and chuckled, "I don't believe you won't be tempted."
Xu Jie was tempted.
If he could take charge of the Ministry of Personnel, he would have the confidence to challenge the Yan Party.
If you dare to make things difficult for me, I will set a trap for your followers, Yan Song!
The Ministry of Personnel dug a hole to bury people... Who the hell can escape?
……
"I'm not used to not having stones yelling in the morning."
Xia Yan opened his eyes and found that he was late again.
He put on his clothes, took the chamber pot and went out. He shivered when he opened the door.
At breakfast, looking at the empty dining hall, Xia Yan said, "Lao Fu, come sit down and join us!"
"There is no such rule!" Fucheng shook his head.
"Rules are bullshit!" Xia Yan forced him to sit down. "Even an emperor needs a companion. I'm old, and I like to eat in a lively atmosphere. I'm alone... Where's Hu Zongxian?"
Fu Cheng said, "He said something happened outside, so he hurried out to get the news."
"What could be the problem?" Xia Yan took a bite of the meat pie and found it tasteless.
A gust of cold wind followed Hu Zongxian into the cafeteria. He rubbed his hands and said, "It doesn't matter what kind of soup you have, just give me a bowl of hot soup."
A servant went to the kitchen and prepared a bowl of the famous soup of the Bo Mansion: Hu La Tang.
Hu Zongxian gulped down half a bowl in one breath before he breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's the matter?" Xia Yan asked. Hu Zongxian said, "The weather changed the day before yesterday, and Xiong Jia fell ill."
Xia Yan said, "When people get older, if they are hit by cold wind on their heads in cold weather, they will either have a headache or a fever. Xiong Jia is not young anymore."
"I asked a few friends and they said there were some rumors in the court. They said Xiong Jia is old, and if Your Majesty has pity on an old minister, you should let him go back home. At least he can die at home and his soul will have a place to go."
Xia Yan's eyes narrowed, "Xu Jie!"
"As expected of Mr. Xia!" Hu Zongxian praised sincerely, "The most likely person to take over the Ministry of Personnel in the court is Xu Jie."
Xia Yan took a sip of beef soup. "Xu Jie's attitude towards Mohism is ambiguous, but I bet that he hopes that Mohism will be slapped to death by Confucianism. In addition, Qingzhi and he have a so-called hatred for stealing his disciples. If he is in charge of the Ministry of Personnel..."
Fu Cheng's heart trembled, "The officials of the Mohist School are probably in trouble."
"I asked a few friends, and they all said that the court might not be able to stop Xu Jie..." Hu Zongxian's face was not looking good, "I'm afraid it will be impossible to stop Xu Jie."
"Most of the people in the court are enemies of Mohism and Qingzhi. They are naturally happy to see Xu Jie in charge of the Ministry of Personnel. In addition, once Xu Jie is in charge of the Ministry of Personnel, he will definitely compete with the Yan Party and no longer keep a low profile. This is exactly what the Confucianists want."
Xia Yan pondered.
After Jiang Qingzhi left, Xia Yan took charge of Xin'an Lane with Hu Zongxian as his assistant. The two fought several battles with the literati in the capital, but there was no clear winner. The outside world said that Xia Yan was still the same Xia Yan.
Moreover, compared with the past, Xia Yan is now less arrogant and acts more calmly.
"Where is Qingzhi?"
"It's probably still three days away."
"Take the news to him quickly."
"Yes."
Xia Yan narrowed his eyes, "This matter cannot be underestimated. Xu Jie, Xu Jie... this man's ability to endure is unparalleled in the court. Once he gains power, he will use the power of Confucianism..."
When Jiang Qingzhi learned the news, he was less than two days away from the capital.
"Xu Jie?"
"Yes." The guard said, "Mr. Xia said that if Xu Jie were to take charge of the Ministry of Personnel, the Mohist School would be in trouble everywhere."
"How is Xiong Jia's condition?" Jiang Qingzhi thought of the old man.
"It is said that the weather suddenly turned cold, and Minister Xiong was blown by the cold wind. Not long after, he fainted in the duty room. Now the imperial physician is taking care of him at the Xiong family. I don't know whether he is good or not."
Jiang Qingzhi nodded, and after the guards left, he called Xu Wei.
"Let Sun Bu Tong take the guards and set off immediately!"
Xu Wei went out. Jiang Qingzhi felt the cold wind and whispered, "This damn weather, Old Bear, you must hold on!"
……
Capital.
Small court meeting.
Since the beginning of the year, the frequency of small meetings has increased.
"…The Ministry of Personnel cannot be left without a leader. Your Majesty, I suggest that Lord Xu take over as the Minister of Personnel."
"I second the proposal!"
"I second the proposal!"
"I second the proposal!"
One by one, the ministers stood up and unanimously recommended Xu Jie to take over the Ministry of Personnel.
If the emperor has no objection, then the matter is a done deal.
Yan Song glanced at Xu Jie. Xu Jie looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, as if he was in a trance.
Once Xu Jie takes charge of the Ministry of Personnel, the Yan Party will not have an easy time.
But when he looked around, Yan Song found that none of the candidates he could put forward could be compared with Xu Jie.
In addition, with the approval of most of the ministers, Xu Jie's appointment as the Minister of Personnel was actually the popular choice.
Zhu Xizhong coughed dryly, "Minister Xiong is not dead yet!"
Old dude, how can you talk like that?
Someone said: "Minister Xiong is over 70, right? He has never had a good rest in his life. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has worked too hard for the Ming Dynasty and has become ill from overwork. When people get old, they all want to return to their hometown to enjoy their last days. They want to pass away peacefully surrounded by their children and grandchildren."
Xiong Jia is already very old. Do you really want him to die in the capital, in the Ministry of Personnel?
Can we be more humane?
After these words were spoken, even Dao Ye was speechless.
Yan Song coughed dryly, "This matter needs to be discussed later!"
Want to drag?
Those ministers sneered in their hearts, wondering how long Xiong Jia could live?
Moreover, the Ministry of Personnel cannot be without a Shangshu. Memorials to the emperor are pouring into the Western Garden like snowflakes. Who dares to suppress them?
Not long after the court was dismissed, memorials to the emperor filled up the Ministry of Public Security.
Zhao Wenhua saw that they were all memorials recommending Xu Jie to take over the Ministry of Personnel. This was a legitimate matter, and he did not dare to reject or suppress them.
For a time, Xu Jie's name resounded throughout the imperial city.
"Mr. Xu Ge."
Xu Jie walked out of the Ministry of Rites and prepared to go to Zhilu. The officials he met along the way were all more respectful.
Who dares not to be respectful to the future celestial official of the Ministry of Personnel?
Xu Jie is still as gentle as jade.
He took a deep breath and said softly, "For many years of patience, God will not let down those who work hard!"
At the Xiong family, Xiong Jia's face was pale at the moment. The imperial physician shook his head and said, "Mr. Xiong is not conscious, and he can't swallow the medicine. What can we do?"
The children and grandchildren were crying outside when someone came from the palace.
"It's Eunuch Huang."
The person who came turned out to be Huang Jin.
"What?" Huang Jin looked serious.
"Mr. Xiong is unconscious, his teeth are clenched..." The imperial physician smiled bitterly.
"What about acupuncture?" Huang Jin asked.
The imperial physician shook his head and said, "Mr. Xiong is old. Although acupuncture can stimulate his vitality, it is like draining the pond to catch fish. Once the vitality, which is already limited, is exhausted, medicine will be useless. Therefore, decoction is the only way."
"Your Majesty has ordered us to do our best. We must save him." Huang Jin sighed, "These are troubled times!"
At this time, someone outside said, "Old Huang, when did you become so sentimental?"
Huang Jin turned around and said in disbelief: "Chang Wei Bo!"
The man's eyes were dark, his face was pale from the cold wind, and there were several cracks on it. He smiled slightly, and the cracks tore open, and a few strands of blood slowly flowed down.
"How's Mr. Bear?"
(End of this chapter)
