Chapter 831: Escape from Death, House Raid
Household Department.
Lu Song and Lan Qingtian sat opposite each other in silence for a long time.
The noise of the officials walking outside became much quieter, and a picture emerged in Lu Song's mind: all the officials walked slowly and tiptoe when passing by his duty room.
"Chen Yao has done a great job!" Lan Qingtian was a straightforward person and couldn't help but complain, "This man is capable and I admire him very much. I didn't expect that he would be... so cruel."
Lu Song was silent. Lan Qingtian became more and more anxious as he thought about it. "Minister, if the army mutinied, then... the capital would be in danger! What Altan's army failed to do, our Ministry of Revenue did. This is the biggest joke since the founding of the country! A huge joke!"
"I know." Lu Song said in a deep voice: "What's the point of saying this now? Even if we pour out all the water in the three rivers, it can't be restored."
"It is said that Chang Wei Bo rushed to the army, ah!" Lan Qingtian sighed: "To be honest, once this happened, it is reasonable for the Mohists to take advantage of the situation to create public opinion. But he... Shangshu, Chang Wei Bo, he has the overall situation in mind."
Lu Song's eyes were deep, "I know."
Precisely because he knew this, he quietly sent someone to send a full-moon gift, and during the war he put a lot of thought into making proper arrangements for food and logistics.
"Forget it, I just made a mistake." Lan Qingtian was straightforward, but not stupid. He thought of the big pit that the South had dug for the army during the war. If Lu Song had not acted decisively, the moldy grain would have been delivered to the army. Who knows what the consequences would have been.
That incident angered the emperor, and after a thorough investigation, a group of officials in the south were dismissed.
For this reason, officials and literati in the south were quite dissatisfied with Lu Song, and some even said that he was a spy of the Mohist school.
The sun was slowly setting outside, and it looked particularly cold and lonely.
"I'm afraid it's too late." Lan Qingtian smiled bitterly.
Lu Song stood up and picked up the memorial. "To be honest, you are not the best candidate to head the Ministry of Revenue, but the Ministry of Revenue needs stability at the moment, so I still recommended you."
"Minister, what are you doing..." Lan Qingtian looked at the memorial in Lu Song's hand.
"With such a big thing happening, how can I have the face to stay in the Ministry of Revenue? I will go and apologize now." Lu Song took a deep breath and walked out of the duty room.
Outside, the winter is not warm.
People are cold-hearted.
Everyone knows that if there is any change in the army, this big boss of the Ministry of Revenue will be brought down.
Therefore, the purpose of tiptoeing was not to worry about alarming him, but to worry that he would get angry and take his anger out on his subordinates.
"Fame, wealth and glory, all the passion will be in vain in the end." Lu Song murmured.
He walked slowly down the steps.
The sunlight shone on his face, giving him a slight warmth, but the warmth was immediately blown away by the cold wind.
The officials looked at him silently, at the memorial in his hand.
A big shot of Lu Song's level would send someone to deliver a memorial even if he wanted to. There was no need for him to do it himself.
This.
This was probably the last memorial submitted by the Minister of Revenue!
Everyone stop.
Some sighed, some snickered, and some shook their heads slightly...
When the halo of power fades, everything is exposed nakedly under the sun and nothing can escape the cold wind.
Lu Song watched all this calmly.
He understood the principle that when people leave, the tea gets cold. But when the time came, he felt a little sad.
I, as an old man, have ultimately let down all that I have learned.
Lu Song thought about the current situation of Confucianism and his desire to reform Confucianism.
That's it!
That's it!
If the emperor is lenient, then he will return to his hometown to teach his children and grandchildren, or open an academy and teach a group of disciples.
At least, we can do our part for Confucianism and the world.
Lu Song was suddenly stunned. He found that he had put Confucianism before the Ming Dynasty.
"Family, country and the world!" Lu Song sighed and slowly glanced at the officials.
"Shangshu!"
There was the sound of hurried footsteps, brisk steps.
Lu Song looked back.
His followers were running towards him with ecstatic looks on their faces.
Even staggering a little.
Next is my nephew Lu Ping.
"Uncle! Great joy!"
Lu Ping always looked calm in front of the officials from the Ministry of Revenue, but at this moment he waved his right hand with a look of ecstasy that was surprising.
"Minister, Chang Weibo has returned to the capital." The attendant spoke, then shut up and watched Lu Ping run over.
He was just a follower, and at such a glorious moment, he should have been tactful and let Lu Ping come.
In the past, Lu Ping would have been reserved, but at this moment he came over so ecstatically, his face filled with joy. This reminded Lu Song of the time when he returned home and learned that his nephew had failed the imperial examination and was depressed at home, so he asked Lu Ping if he was willing to follow him, and how happy he was.
"Chang Wei Bo has returned to Beijing?" Lu Song's heart beat faster.
If Jiang Qingzhi failed to suppress the troops and the army mutinied, he would have two outcomes: one was to be killed by the rebels, the other was to escape in a panic.
"This is..." The words "escape in a panic" were instantly picked out from Lu Song's dictionary, and his heart beat faster and faster.
"Chang Wei Bo collected food and grass in Changping Prefecture, and then rushed to the army. Just when Yuan Fu and others were unable to suppress the army, he stepped forward to appease them... The army is safe, the army is safe!"
Lu Ping's saliva sprayed on his uncle's face without realizing it. "They said that Lord Chang Wei was just one man and one horse, but he came in front of the army and made the army solemn. With just one word of "formation", he brought order out of chaos." One man and one horse calmed down the army just when Yan Song and others were in panic.
Just thinking about that scene makes people feel relaxed and fascinated.
"Jiang Qingzhi actually..." Lu Song was a cunning man, but at this moment, he had an urge to cry for joy.
He looked at the petition of apology in his hand and felt that the world was unpredictable.
One moment he was still a criminal, the next moment he was out of desperate situation.
It was not Confucianism that saved him, but his mortal enemy, Mohism, the leader of the Mohist school.
Lu Song's eyes were dim, "Go and see Chang Wei Bo, and tell him that I want to invite him to drink today."
After Lü Ping's ecstasy, he calmed down and said, "Uncle, I am afraid that His Majesty is still angry and will blame the Ministry of Revenue."
If Emperor Jiajing felt that the Ministry of Revenue, especially Lu Song, was to blame, then demoting or even demotion would not be a big deal.
"It doesn't matter." Lu Song's eyes were firm. "Even if I have to start from the beginning, I will still come back step by step. I will do my best for this Ming Dynasty!"
This time, he put the Ming Dynasty first.
In Yongshou Palace, Jiang Qingzhi was drinking tea. Emperor Jiajing sneered with his hands behind his back, "The Ministry of Revenue has done a good job. This person Lu Song..."
Lu Song was a Confucian general. When the new policy was launched, it was a great opportunity that could not be missed for the Emperor Jiajing, who was experienced in struggle, to take down a Confucian general first and then take control of the Ministry of Revenue.
Kill one of the opponent's generals at the beginning, and the morale is soaring!
Jiang Qingzhi coughed dryly, "Your Majesty."
Emperor Jiajing looked at him, and Jiang Qingzhi said, "I think that Lu Song... should not be moved, and must not be moved."
Emperor Jiajing frowned, "Why?"
"The Ministry of Revenue is a large ministry. The person in charge of it must be able to manage finances, have the patience and skill to do things in a small space, and more importantly, have the passion to protect the Ming Dynasty's granaries and money jars for the world."
Jiang Qingzhi scratched his head. "Can anyone better take down Lu Song? Lu Song is a man who clearly distinguishes between public and private affairs. One day in the Ministry of Revenue..."
Emperor Jiajing looked unhappy. Jiang Qingzhi knew that the Taoist hated the literati, just like Emperor Taizu Gao in the past, who would skin them when they opened their mouths and stuff them with straw when they closed their mouths.
Treat scholars and officials as pigs and dogs.
Emperor Taizu Gao was afraid that the people would be bullied by officials and powerful people, and even made some decisions that seemed quite absurd to later generations.
For example, if you find any problems with local officials, you can arrest them and send them to the capital. If you have any grievances, you can go to the capital to file a complaint with the imperial edict.
Compared with his kindness to the people, Emperor Taizu Gao always advocated killing the literati and civil servants.
To the extent that officials in the Hongwu Dynasty were in danger of losing their jobs at any given moment, some would even say goodbye to their families in advance before leaving for work in the morning.
Emperor Jiajing's thoughts at this moment were roughly similar to those of Emperor Taizu Gao, but he did not have the prestige of Emperor Taizu Gao. He could not and would not treat officials and literati as pigs and dogs.
But if Emperor Jiajing did not take action when he got the chance, it would be tantamount to tolerating evil.
Did the Taoist think that I wanted to show my goodwill and win over Lu Song? Jiang Qingzhi smiled bitterly, "I am not Lu Bing, and I cannot learn his tricks of playing both sides."
Lu Bing's fence-sitting tactics were not actually very clever, and were even too blatant.
But Jiang Qingzhi really couldn't do such a thing; it went against his nature.
"As long as Lu Song is in the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Revenue will be fair and just. The new policy focuses on money and grain, and the Ministry of Revenue is the key point for both sides to fight for. We don't need the Ministry of Revenue to take sides!"
Ministry of Revenue, doing things impartially is the greatest support for the new policy.
Emperor Jiajing's eyes flickered, "I understand."
Those people don't want to see the Ministry of Revenue doing things impartially. If the Minister of Revenue is the Daoye's man, those people will attack him frantically, look for his handles, and even spread rumors and cause trouble. It won't count unless this person is removed.
But the Minister of Revenue was Lu Song.
He is a Confucian general, why don’t you give it a try?
Fighting is an internal conflict and a fight to the death.
If we don't take action, we can only watch the Ministry of Revenue cooperate with the new policy.
That kind of frustrating!
It can make people vomit blood.
"Is this the art of war?" asked the Taoist priest.
"Yes." Jiang Qingzhi said.
The art of war is his amulet and his foothold.
When he had nothing to do, Jiang Qingzhi would study those military books, combining them with his own battle experience, and slowly integrating the two... He even felt that the art of war, the way of being an official, and the way of being a human being all had something in common.
What he didn't know was that this was the sign of his mastery of military strategy.
Jiang Qingzhi resigned.
Emperor Jiajing watched him go out and said, "Qingzhi has the demeanor of a great general."
Not long after, the eunuch who sent Jiang Qingzhi out came back and knelt down to apologize.
"His Majesty!"
"What's wrong again?" Emperor Jiajing was in a good mood and asked impatiently when he heard it.
The eunuch said sadly: "Your two favorite trees... were... dug up by Long Wilbur."
Emperor Jiajing: “…”
Later, the emperor's roar came from Yongshou Palace, "You idiot, Huang Jin, take your men to Xin'an Lane."
"I obey your orders!" Huang Jin shouted murderously, "Follow me to Xin'an Lane."
"Eunuch Huang, what are you doing in Xin'an Lane?"
"Copy the house!"
(End of this chapter)
