Chapter 878 Who are you celebrating for?
During the Ming Dynasty, there were many officials with unique personalities.
Zhang Juzheng felt that the officialdom was dark, the superiors were mediocre, and the emperor was stupid. He would just change someone else to protect himself. But this gentleman was different. He didn't want to serve anymore and went home to play.
But after all, he was ambitious and eventually returned to officialdom, trying to climb up the ladder.
Who can get rid of the desire for fame and fortune?
Jiang Qingzhi has been thinking about these celebrities, whether it is Zhang Juzheng, Hai Rui, or those ministers who shine in the history of the Ming Dynasty, he has not found such people.
If a person has no selfishness, he is just a puppet.
Tang Shunzhi was an exception.
This guy truly regards fame and fortune as dirt.
I cannot stand the darkness in the officialdom, and I am powerless to change it, so I will just turn a blind eye and go home.
The Tang family was not poor, but had money. However, Tang Shunzhi wore cloth clothes and straw sandals, and his food and clothing were so simple that it was unbelievable.
He was a man of great talent, and many dignitaries wanted to recommend him to serve in government again, including Zhao Wenhua.
Many celebrities took Zhuangzi as their role model. When Zhuangzi was invited to serve as an official, he told a story about a tortoise: He would rather live in the mud than associate with meat eaters.
It is always easier said than done, and those who can achieve the unity of knowledge and action are rare.
Tang Shunzhi did it.
I would rather be that tortoise, wearing simple clothes and eating poor food, and wearing cloth clothes and straw sandals, than be contaminated by the corrupt air of officialdom.
It was not until the Japanese pirates became more and more serious that this man came out. He led the troops with a spear, took the overall situation, and made strategies... step by step to quell the Japanese pirates.
Mr. Yangming is a model of unity of knowledge and action, and a master of both civil and military affairs. And what his disciples can do is only Mr. Jingchuan.
Jiang Qingzhi had always wanted to bring Tang Shunzhi to his side, not to mention martial arts. In terms of literature, Tang Shunzhi was almost a jack of all trades. Not in terms of literary talent, but in terms of strategy.
He has a good grasp of the overall situation and details.
Tang Shunzhi was a free and easy-going person who didn't like being bound by anything. Jiang Qingzhi regarded him as a close friend and was unwilling to force him, so he never spoke.
Unexpectedly, Tang Shunzhi actually took the initiative to stay. Jiang Qingzhi was overjoyed, "Someone come here!"
"Master!" Sun Chonglou came in, "But do you want to send the young master back?"
"Have a banquet, have a banquet! A flowing banquet..." Jiang Qingzhi rubbed his hands, "Mr. Jingchuan, how about... moving over here?"
Jiang Qingzhi made such a big noise that Tang Shunzhi felt that it was a bit too much, but he was a free and easy person, so he smiled and said, "If I move in, I'm afraid you guys won't be able to keep quiet."
"Why?"
After arriving in Daming, Jiang Qingzhi always felt out of tune with the people around him. It was not because of his personality, but because of the huge difference in their world views.
Only Tang Shunzhi could keep up the conversation no matter what Jiang Qingzhi talked about, and he also agreed with his ideas that were considered unorthodox by the world at that time.
It is rare to find a true friend in life. Jiang Qingzhi, who had been depressed for several years, wished he could sleep side by side with Tang Shunzhi, just like when he met his college friend after a long separation.
"I will tell you about many things when I see them." Tang Shunzhi said gently, "This is my personality. I have never been liked by others."
Xinxue, the unity of knowledge and action...a clear mind.
Jiang Qingzhi understood why Mr. Jing Chuan looked down upon officialdom.
He does and says whatever he thinks. Such sayings as "be one with the light and dust", "a thousand words are not as good as one silence", "too much talk leads to mistakes" do not exist for Tang Shunzhi.
I have no demands on anyone else, and being free of desire makes me strong.
I only live according to my inner true will.
Jiang Qingzhi was truly in awe.
"I like to be at ease. Now I live in the Taoist temple and it's quite quiet." Tang Shunzhi stood up. "You go about your business. I'll go around."
In the backyard, Li Tian learned that Jiang Qingzhi had ordered a buffet, so he asked, "What's the happy event?"
Huang Yaner just went to inquire and found out, "Master Bo and those Mr. Jingchuan were having a great time together, and suddenly he said he wanted to have a buffet."
"Forget it." Li Tian smiled, "Where's Dapeng?"
"Madam!" The wet nurse came back holding Dapeng.
"What is this?" Li Tian took the swaddling clothes and saw the wood carving.
"This was given by Mr. Jingchuan," said the wet nurse.
"Pick it off first!" said Huang Yaner.
"Uncle said to wear it." said the wet nurse.
"Tsk!" Huang Yan'er was a little curious, "I've never seen the uncle be so respectful to anyone."
"My uncle is here."
Jiang Qingzhi came in, and Li Tian asked, "What's the happy event?"
"From now on, Mr. Jingchuan will come to our house often, and his food and clothing will be the same as ours."
This was a very respectful arrangement. Li Tian nodded and said, "Okay, I'll make the arrangements."
Seeing Jiang Qingzhi's joy, Li Tian smiled and said, "Could that person be a figure like Zhuge Kongming? He deserves your husband's joy."
"Brother Zhu?" Jiang Qingzhi smiled, "Mr. Jingchuan is Mr. Jingchuan."
As soon as the banquet started, all kinds of speculations from the outside world came out.
"Yan Song bowed his head and took the initiative to hand over the account book to the Ministry of Revenue. Jiang Qingzhi was celebrating his victory." Qiu Luan was walking around in circles at home. "Yan Song is pedantic. Why did Yan Shifan bow his head?"
The steward smiled bitterly, "Many people in the capital were waiting for that young minister to fight with Jiang Qingzhi! Who knew that he would back down?"
Qiu Luan stopped. "Once the Yan family handed over the account books, we are in trouble." "My Lord, the person from the Ministry of Revenue is here again." The doorman came to report.
"Damn it, do you really think that I don't dare to take action?" A fierce light flashed in Qiu Luan's eyes.
"My Lord!" Outside the door, the guards were on standby.
If the Marquis's Mansion is doing well, they will be doing well; if the Marquis's Mansion is in decline, they will follow suit like drowned dogs.
As long as Qiu Luan gave the order, these guards would really dare to take action.
The steward was also waiting for Qiu Luan's decision.
Cover up, take action, play dead, and bow your head.
Those are the four options.
Qiu Luan suddenly asked, "How many account books did the Yan family send?"
"A carriage!" said the steward.
The outside world doesn't know much about the Yan family's wealth, but the greed of Yan's father and son is obvious to all. Just imagine how much land and how many people are in a carriage account book.
Yan Song was greedy but afraid of Emperor Jiajing, so it is not surprising that he eventually handed in the account books.
Yan Shifan was not only greedy, but also bold. When drinking outside, he openly said that he was an unknown prime minister.
It can be said that the Ming Dynasty cannot do without him.
Where does this put me?
Will such people be willing to bow their heads?
A carriage... The Yan family did not hide anything, which means that the daring Yan Shifan gave up resisting and chose to bow to Jiang Qingzhi.
"My Lord!" The doorman came again, "Qin Lin said that if we don't hand over the account books, he will go to the farm to check it himself. He also threatened that the imperial censor is waiting for orders."
From the beginning of the land inventory operation, the imperial censors in Beijing were ready to go, viewing the operation as a feast.
If the censor wants to stand out and make achievements, he has to impeach. The higher the position of the impeacher, the more outstanding the achievements.
Although the Xianning Marquis's Mansion is not as good as before, it is still a marquisate after all.
Qiu Luan closed his eyes, "Everyone in the Marquis' Mansion is loyal to His Majesty. Heaven and earth can bear witness to that! Heaven and earth can bear witness to that!"
The steward looked up and looked at the equally greedy marquis in disbelief.
You actually gave in so easily?
"Yes."
The steward hurried to the gate, where Qin Lin from the Ministry of Revenue was confronting two guards from the Marquis' Mansion with unfriendly expressions. The steward coughed dryly and said, "Please come in."
Qin Lin was prepared to be turned away and also prepared to break into the Marquis's mansion.
The eldest son failed the provincial examination three times and was only a scholar. He had no hope of becoming an official in this life. Qin Lin, the old father, was so worried about this that his hair turned white. Whenever he and his wife mentioned this, they sighed.
If you raise a child for one hundred years, you will be worried for ninety-nine years.
There were not many people in the Ministry of Households who were willing to sign up, and Qin Lin was one of them.
The Ming Dynasty's unique "Menyin" only fell on the families of the rich and powerful, or the families of high-ranking officials, or the families of the royal family. Ordinary officials could forget about it.
Qin Lin had only one thought: the more difficult the task, the easier it would be to achieve political achievements and get promoted.
Only by being a high-ranking official can you benefit your children and grandchildren.
No one knew that he was eager for the people in the Marquis' Mansion to take action. If they could use a knife, that would be even better. Qin Lin promised not to resist.
The steward's words "please come in" made Qin Lin sad.
The steward's heart skipped a beat, and he went to report to Qiu Luan later, "That man actually looked quite regretful."
"What regret?" Qiu Luan was heartbroken.
"It seems like they can't wait for us to take action."
Qiu Luan was stunned. "What good will it do him to die? No, this person must want to die."
The staff beside him was shocked, "My Lord, that day the Minister of Personnel Xiong Jia came to see him off in person and promised to make important use of these officials, which greatly boosted the morale of the officials in the Ministry of Revenue."
"If they are injured or even die, the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Personnel, and Jiang Qingzhi will all stand up for them. Even if they die, their children and grandchildren can enjoy their legacy. It's no problem for them to become officials." Qiu Luan's face turned pale. "That beast Jiang Qingzhi is tempting those officials to seek death!"
"The Ministry of Revenue took the initiative to sign up this time. At that time, I thought Jiang Qingzhi was a little too soft-hearted. Who would dare not go for just one word? But then I thought, who would take the initiative to apply for such a dangerous task?" The aide's face turned pale.
"They are almost like the death warriors in the army!" Qiu Luan understood, and he stood up suddenly, "Jiang Qingzhi is applying the art of war to this matter."
During wartime, soldiers who committed crimes in the army were organized into death squads. The Lord would throw them into the most dangerous places and let them redeem themselves for their crimes.
Or die!
Or just wait for the military court to deal with you after the war.
In order to escape punishment, the soldiers in the death squad are fearless and often succeed in turning the situation around.
Most of the officials in the Ministry of Revenue who volunteered to sign up wanted to use this opportunity to get out of their predicament, and were no different from the death warriors in the army.
"That bastard!" Qiu Luan's face turned pale.
“Hahahaha!” The aide burst into laughter. Just as Qiu Luan looked over with an unfriendly expression, the aide cupped his hands and said, “Congratulations to the Marquis!”
"Hmm?" Qiu Luan's mind was now full of those account books, those fields and the population.
In theory, paying taxes and serving in the military is a matter of course. Not paying taxes and not serving in the military is against the law, and is a privilege.
Human beings are creatures that can adapt to various habits. When they get used to not paying taxes and not serving in the military, these meat eaters take it for granted.
The staff said, "If the Marquis' Mansion had taken action earlier, Qin Lin would have certainly sought death. His death would benefit his descendants, but it would have brought disaster to the Marquis! The Marquis saw through his treachery and did not fall for it. Isn't this something to celebrate?"
At this time, someone came to report, "My Lord, those bastards from the Five Cities Army had been hiding nearby, and only came out when they saw Qin Lin enter the Marquis' Mansion."
This is squatting!
Qiu Luan's back was instantly soaked with sweat. He panted a few times and said, "Have a banquet, have a banquet... There will be enough wine and meat for the whole mansion."
(End of this chapter)
