Chapter 817 Covenant
The visitor glanced at Jiang Qingzhi and said, "It's easy to decide whether I should leave or not, but the person who entrusted me to pass the message said that if the master doesn't agree, then... don't blame him."
"Didn't you hear me telling you to get out?" Sun Chonglou impatiently grabbed the man's neck with one hand, pulled him, and threw him out.
"What do you think, Mr. Jingchuan?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
"The Ministry of Revenue corruption case seems to be quite serious." Tang Shunzhi said with a smile: "The man who could threaten with such words must be at least a minister. The left and right ministers..."
"Lan Qingtian is an impatient and straightforward person. But people's minds are hard to predict. The other Chen Yao is diligent and conscientious, so it's hard to say." Jiang Qingzhi suddenly laughed, "Just use calmness to control movement."
"That's exactly what we should do." Tang Shunzhi then discussed military strategies with Jiang Qingzhi and talked about military strategy on paper.
In the afternoon, more and more officials came, and when Wang Yiqi appeared, the atmosphere became lively.
"congratulations!"
Jiang Qingzhi came forward, and Wang Yiqi smiled and bowed, "Where's the child?"
"It's cold, bring the baby out later." The weather was not only cold, but also very windy. Jiang Qingzhi was worried that the baby would catch a cold, so he checked the penicillin in the room several times.
By the way, he had another conversation with Uncle Ding, but he was just talking to himself, and Uncle Ding remained as calm as a mountain.
The country's destiny is still uncertain.
Not long after, Xiong Jia arrived.
The officials were quite surprised that the old god actually came.
But more of a pleasant surprise.
Minister of Industry Jiang Hua came, and as soon as he arrived, he complained, "The eyes of those Dongchang or Jinyiwei people at the entrance of the alley are like knives, which makes people feel creepy."
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "Let Lu Bing and Rui Jingxian go to the Ministry of Industry to apologize later."
"As if the old man didn't say anything."
It was expected that no one from the Ministry of Justice would come.
It is a foregone conclusion that no one from the Ministry of Revenue will come.
But the Ministry of Rites did not take any action.
"Yan Shifan fell off his horse and broke his leg, so he won't come. Yan Song is on his way back to Beijing. The Minister Xu Jie has not expressed his opinion, and the old sly guys in the Ministry of Rites are unwilling to show up." Wang Yiqi sneered, "Yan Song has people in the Ministry of Rites, but Yan Shifan cunningly avoided attending the banquet today, Yan Song will probably be annoyed!"
"The dog your majesty raised turned against you. Yan Song would be terrified just thinking about it." Xiong Jia coughed dryly. The weather was cold, and the old man looked a little ruddy.
"Eat less meat." Jiang Qingzhi felt that Lao Xiong's blushing face was too cute and he was a little worried.
"I feel uncomfortable if I don't eat meat for a meal."
"Eating too much meat will cause blood clotting."
"I am getting old. The longer I live, the more annoying I become. I am just bringing shame upon myself. The sooner I die, the sooner I will be reborn." Xiong Jia was quite open-minded. "Can I become an immortal if I live another ten or eight years? I can't. Then I will just live my life to my heart's content."
Tsk!
Jiang Qingzhi was a little envious of this mentality.
"Are the guests almost here?" Tang Shunzhi, who was considered half the host, came in and asked.
"Mr. Jingchuan?" Wang Yiqi was a little surprised, "You are..."
"I am the manager today." Tang Shunzhi said with a smile.
"I can't afford it." Jiang Qingzhi said with a smile, "Then..." He stood up and looked at the big guys, "Let's go!"
Xiong Jia stood up, pressed the table, and looked at him with a sharp gaze. "Let's go!"
Wang Yiqi stood up and said, "Let's go!"
Jiang Hua stood up and said, "Let's go!"
Jiang Qingzhi stretched out his hand, spread it out, and looked at the three people.
Xiong Jia stretched out his hand.
Jiang Hua stretched out his hand.
Wang Yiqi stretched out his hand.
Among the six ministries, the ministers of three are here.
A supporting role in the Ministry of Justice.
With Xu Jie in the Ministry of Rites, Jiang Qingzhi was certain that he would become his rival.
The Minister of Revenue, Lu Song, was a Confucian general.
"Three of the six ministries are here." Jiang Qingzhi said, "The arrow is on the string. You all, either go to hell together, or... carve out a way for this Ming Dynasty!"
"I will go to hell first." Xiong Jia said with a smile, "I am old, so I will go first to explore the way for you."
"I'll follow right behind you!" said Jiang Hua.
Wang Yiqi said calmly: "I will be the general and fight with Yama Luo."
The three of them looked at Jiang Qingzhi and smiled gently.
"Young man, don't worry about temporary success or failure."
Jiang Qingzhi's lips moved.
In the end nothing was said.
The atmosphere was somewhat tragic.
When the four arrived at the lobby, the guests stood up to greet them.
"Meet Long Wilbur, meet Mr. Bear..."
Outside Xin'an Lane.
A man wearing a bamboo hat looked at the entrance of the alley and waved at a beggar.
The beggar came over, and the man handed him a cloth bag. "Please send it to the Earl's Mansion and say it's a gift."
The beggar was stunned, "Aren't you afraid that I will swallow you?"
"The Jinyiwei have a smell on their bodies. I can smell it even from ten miles away. If you have the guts, try swallowing it."
The visitor turned and left.
The beggar went back and whispered to another beggar, "It's a gift for the Bo's Mansion."
"Look what it is."
Inside the cloth bag was a silver item carved with a doll.
"There are words on this side. What is it? ... No disaster, no trouble, and you will become a noble."
Several beggars stood up and looked. The man’s back looked a little desolate in the cold wind, and then disappeared.
The man slowed down after he walked away. He walked slowly along the street, looking at the pedestrians and businesses on both sides with a blank and empty look in his eyes.
"Dad, Dad, Dad!"
A child of five or six years old tugged at his father's sleeve and refused to leave, dragging his legs behind him. The man looked to be in his twenties, with a dark complexion, thin cheeks, and looked quite tired. His clothes were quite worn and had several patches. His shoes were also patched in several places.
The man turned around, a little angry, "What are you doing?"
"Dad!" The child pointed to the bun shop next to him, "Dad, I want to eat buns."
White steam rose from the steamer, and the cold wind blew the white steam, bringing with it the aroma of noodles and meat.
The man angrily said, “I don’t have any money.”
"I saw you carrying money earlier."
"That's..." The man sighed, "Our family owes the boss money, and we have to pay it back tomorrow."
"Dad, why does our family owe money to our boss?" The child stood up unwillingly.
"Last time your mother was sick and had no money for medicine, so she borrowed money from her employer and has not paid it back yet." "Dad, where is our land? I heard from mom that our land is valuable!"
The man's eyes were filled with numbness. "I couldn't pay back the debt, so the boss took me in. Dalang, now... our whole family belongs to the boss. You should learn how to serve others well. Maybe you can become a servant in the boss's house."
"Dad, what is a servant?"
"A servant."
"What is a slave?"
"A slave is nothing."
"Oh!"
The man passed by the man in the bamboo hat while holding his son's hand.
The child asked: "Dad, why is our family like this?"
The man said: "Dad doesn't know either. This world is like this!"
"Then...then...then can I eat meat buns from now on?"
"Probably... no."
"But the young master of the boss's family always eats half of the meat buns and throws the other half to the dog. Last time I tried to pick it up, the young master's dog chased me for a long distance."
"But that time your pants were torn?"
"Yeah! Mom also beat me up. Dad."
"what?"
"Why are we so poor?"
"..."
"Dad, when can we live a good life?"
"..."
"Dad, we are almost the same age, why are the young master and I different?"
"Because! The boss is a scholar."
"Dad, they say that people who read are good people!"
"Scholars...are not good people, they all deserve to die!"
There was deep hatred in the man's voice.
The child was stunned for a moment, "Then... I will be a robber in the future."
"Why be a robber?"
"Kill the scholars!"
The man in the bamboo hat stood there, turned around slowly, and watched the father and son walk away.
"Why?"
The man in the bamboo hat murmured, "Scholars...are not good people."
“Why not a good person?”
"The book of sages!"
"Where did you read?"
"Is Daming sick?"
“How should it be diagnosed and treated?”
"How should I...diagnose and treat this Ming Dynasty?"
The man took off his hat and looked blankly at the crowd of people in the cold wind.
"Minister Lu."
An official saw the man and quickly dismounted and saluted, "You haven't gone back yet!"
Lu Song shook his head. Seeing that he looked unhappy, the official left.
Lu Song just stood there.
The cold wind kept blowing.
After an unknown amount of time, he stamped his feet and said, "There will always be a way. Reform, reform, and it's time for me to make some changes to Confucianism. Otherwise... this world..."
The real thieves have already set off quietly at this moment.
They split into small groups and sneaked into a house opposite the Bo Mansion according to the route prepared in advance by the financier.
"Wait!" Ma Laoliu squatted behind the wall and squinted his eyes and said, "Also keep an eye on the alley."
A gangster quietly climbed up the wall and looked around, "Brother, no one is here."
"Wait a little longer." Ma Laoliu said, "Wait until the banquet starts, and then make your move when everyone is drunk and excited."
……
Xu Jie was still in the duty room of the Ministry of Rites.
After he finished writing a Qingci, he read it carefully several times and revised some of the wording.
"Mr. Ge."
The attendant came in, "Lu Song is here."
"What is he doing here?" Xu Jie was a little curious. When Lu Song came in, he couldn't help but laugh when he saw his attire: "Is he going to fish alone in the snow on the cold river?"
Lu Song picked up Qingci and took a look at it.
"how?"
Xu Jie asked with a rare look of satisfaction.
"Can Qingci cure the Ming Dynasty's disease?" Lu Song looked up and asked.
Xu Jie narrowed his eyes, "You are..."
"Today, I went to Xin'an Lane and looked at those people... I felt a little sad. I encountered some things on the way, so I wanted to ask you, should the Ming Dynasty reform now?"
Xu Jie sat down and slowly moved the brush in the brush washer. "The Ming Dynasty needs reform, but don't be too hasty. Your Majesty was too hasty and fell out with the literati, which led to decades of estrangement between the emperor and his subjects. It was a mistake for the people and the country."
"Yes, Your Majesty was a little anxious at first, but time is running out!" There was pain in Lu Song's eyes. "I have seen the people's miserable lives and hatred under the prosperity. If things continue like this, how long can the Ming Dynasty last?"
"As long as the ruler is wise and the ministers are wise, as long as we work together and take things slowly, there is absolutely no reason why the Ming Dynasty cannot be revived!" Xu Jie's eyes were gentle, "I firmly believe in this!"
This is a temptation.
They are forming an alliance over there, and the same is true over here.
"If the new policy succeeds, the Mohist school will certainly take advantage of the situation to cleanse the literati. When that happens, where will our Confucianism go?" Xu Jie's voice was gentle, but it seemed to be bewitching.
"This is exactly what I am worried about." Lu Song took a deep breath, "Reform is necessary, but it should not be rushed! In addition, the literati's ethos should be changed."
Xu Jie stretched out his hand, "This old man... agrees!"
Lu Song stretched out his hand.
Snapped!
Covenant!
become!
(End of this chapter)
