Chapter 940 The First Sword
Tomorrow is New Year's Day, which is New Year's Day.
In Jiang Qingzhi’s hometown in his previous life, the most important day was not the first day of the New Year, but New Year’s Eve.
In that era, scrolls were king.
Adults at work are taking exams, fearing they will fall behind. Children at school are taking exams, fearing they will fail. Even the elderly are taking exams, fearing they will not keep up with the times...
The whole era is running wildly, and everyone is chasing after something madly... Many people don’t know what they are chasing after, they only know that they are running after an invisible and intangible momentum.
You have to roll at the end of the year, and you have to roll again on the night of the 30th.
What to roll?
Roll of food and drink.
Luxurious coats, luxury cars, famous watches, and a whole range of electronic products... It's like returning home in glory. After a year of hard work, it's time to show off the results.
After showing it to others, I gradually lost interest and felt that I hadn't gained anything throughout the year and it seemed like everything had been wasted.
and many more!
There is one more thing to be mentioned.
Where to eat New Year's Eve dinner?
To get the coupon, it must be a hotel.
What Jiang Qingzhi misses most is his childhood. In that era, you didn’t need to be competitive, you just had to do your best.
But in the Ming Dynasty, scrolls did not exist, just like Tang Shunzhi, a rich man who was content to live a poor life.
In this day and age, you can choose how you want to live your life.
In the early morning, Jiang Qingzhi opened his eyes on time, but as expected, his biological clock... the baby's crying did not come.
What the hell!
Jiang Qing instinctively put on his clothes and rushed out.
The door next door opened on time, and the nurse yawned, "Master, the young master is fine."
Jiang Qingzhi walked to the small bed with the candlestick and leaned over to look.
The child was sleeping soundly, his cheeks were rosy and he looked a little fat.
"Dapeng!" Jiang Qingzhi kissed the child on the forehead.
The child slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were so pure that they could not find any adjectives! Jiang Qingzhi's heart calmed down immediately.
It was as if all the disputes, all the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of this year had disappeared.
"Dapeng!" Jiang Qingzhi called softly.
The child blinked his eyes, smacked his lips, and suddenly, grinned.
Jiang Qingzhi's heart softened, he picked up the child and said with a smile: "Do you like it?"
He didn't know why he asked this question.
Do you like everything I arranged for you?
I come from the future, and you, my child, where do you come from?
Is this Jiang Qingzhi’s son or my son?
This thought suddenly occurred to Jiang Qingzhi.
But then it dissipated.
"You are my son!"
"Giggle!"
"son!"
"Giggle!"
Next door, Li Tian sat on the bed, listening to the interaction between father and son, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
Huang Yaner came in to serve and said, "I have never heard of a nobleman who loves children as much as you do."
"Why not?" Li Tian put on his clothes.
"Those powerful people would at most look at the child and hug him. They don't have the patience of the uncle. He would tell stories, hold him and not let go, and rush to comfort him when he hears him crying..."
Huang Yaner began to make the bed, "Madam, actually... many people say that you married well."
Li Tian smiled, "Didn't you say I married a disaster?"
"Those people!" Huang Yan'er said disdainfully, "At first they were gossiping, saying that Master Bo was a great leader of the Mohist School, and that my wife was unlucky to marry him, and that she would definitely be implicated in the future. If things go wrong, her family would also be in trouble. Now look at it again, let alone Master Bo, even her family is not comparable to them."
Li family.
Li Huan also got up.
Chang had been awake for a long time, his mind full of various arrangements for the New Year.
"People come to give gifts these days, remember to return the gifts at the value of the value." Li Huan instructed.
"I know. Others' men are high officials, and they accept gifts freely during festivals. They say that this is tacitly approved by His Majesty. Only in our family, after receiving gifts, we have to return corresponding gifts. This makes me become a businessman. It's a waste of time to receive and return gifts...
Chang was complaining, and Li Huan said sternly, "Our family doesn't need these. Besides, Qingzhi is the center of attention right now, so let's not help him and cause him trouble."
"I know." Chang got out of bed. "By the way, I heard that some great scholar named Wang... is now looking for trouble with Qingzhi?" "You mean Wang Qing?" Li Huan adjusted his collar, feeling that it was strangling his neck and not very comfortable. "This man is a famous great scholar in the capital, highly respected. He said at the banquet yesterday that someone wanted to take revenge. This statement was aimed at Qingzhi!"
"What do you mean by revenge?" Chang came over, "Don't move."
Li Huan stretched out his hands. "Wang Shen's grandson had a conflict with the young Duke of Chengguo Mansion, and the two sides fought. The young Duke heard that he had suffered a loss, and now the Ministry of Revenue has come to the door and asked the Wang family to declare the land and population..."
"Well done, son-in-law!" Chang straightened Li Huan's collar, stepped back a few steps to look at him, and nodded with satisfaction, "A vengeance is a real man's duty."
Li Huan said, "But I feel that if Qingzhi really wants to take revenge on him, he won't have to resort to such means."
Chang sighed, "The new policy is difficult. Although I am not educated, I know about the stubborn prime minister in the former Song Dynasty. I hope Qingzhi will not follow the path of that stubborn prime minister."
"what are you worried about?"
"I'm worried that he'll be surrounded by enemies, and finally..."
"Peace of mind."
"You make it sound so easy. Now even the beggars in the capital know that Qingzhi is cutting the flesh of those people. If he fails, he will surely be ruined."
"First, Your Majesty is not Emperor Shenzong. Second..." Li Huan turned around and walked out of the bedroom. Looking at the dawn in the east, he felt refreshed.
"Second, Qingzhi is not Wang Anshi!"
Li Huan felt that his tone was not firm enough, so he said again: "Qingzhi, he is not Wang Anshi! Absolutely not!"
……
"The people from the Ministry of Revenue are here again."
At Wang's house, Wang Shen hurried to the backyard to find his father Wang Qing. "Those people seemed quite polite. They said they were following the rules. This was their third visit today, but... three times is the limit."
"Is this the third time today?"
"Yes, people from the Ministry of Revenue have been visiting for three consecutive days."
Wang Shen said: "Dad, this is a threat! I'm worried that Jiang Qingzhi is cruel and ruthless, and then..."
"He can be ruthless to the rich and powerful, but Wang is not rich and powerful." Wang Qing said while performing the Five Animals Exercises with his hair loose. "The rich and powerful dare not speak out, but the scholars are different. Since he wants to use Wang as a target, let him try. You must know that I was called a tiger in the past!"
Wang Qing made his hands into tiger claws and grabbed from a distance!
"Tomorrow is New Year's Day, and there will be a grand court meeting. Many people are waiting for him with anger, and Jiang Qingzhi can't take care of himself. The day after tomorrow, those people will come to our house. Many famous people in the capital will gather at Wang's house. I want to see if Jiang Qingzhi dares to take action!"
Wang Shen smiled and said, "Dad, this move will definitely make Jiang Qingzhi very anxious!"
"He is just a lucky minister. The powerful people are afraid of Your Majesty, so they tolerate him many times. In the absence of heroes, this little guy becomes famous!"
Wang Qing finished his exercise, closed his eyes, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and said, "Remember, the bigger the incident, the more Jiang Qingzhi will be afraid to act rashly."
"Yes."
Wang Shen understood what he meant and immediately ordered his family to go out and spread the news.
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"It is rumored that in the Wang family's time, people cultivated and studied, and they were upright and honest. But now, upright and honest people are being persecuted... Is there still a piece of pure land in the Ming Dynasty for our generation to study..."
Hu Zongxian held a piece of paper with the news he had just collected written on it. "In addition, the scholars in the capital gathered the day before yesterday. They were very excited and said they would never give in until they died."
"Then, Wang's family is the one that stood out from them." Xu Wei narrowed his eyes, "If I'm not mistaken, Wang's family will definitely be full of guests after the New Year."
"The capital is full of famous scholars." Xia Yan sat by the window in the study, holding a small teapot in his hand, and took a sip of tea from the spout from time to time. "Those famous scholars may not know anything else, but they have mastered the art of throwing tantrums. Qingzhi should not be underestimated."
"I know." Jiang Qingzhi took a puff of herbal smoke. "If I forcefully take action, those people will start to make a commotion. The scholars in the capital will set up a formation of broken boots and block the entrance to Xin'an Lane. Should I drive them away, or should I do nothing?"
"Once the riot breaks out, the scholars and officials in the capital area will come to support them." Tang Shunzhi said: "This time I visited the capital area, and the scholars in various places are quite dissatisfied with the new policy, and even resentful. Once it starts, it will definitely cause trouble."
"At the beginning of the new year, the capital is in turmoil. Those people in the court will take advantage of the situation to impeach Lord Bo or oppose the new policy..." Xu Wei sneered, "Wang Qing has a good plan. But if we let Wang go, the land investigation will be shelved."
Jiang Qingzhi can't afford this price, and neither can the Taoist priest!
"Once things stagnate, it will be hard to move them again." After all, Xia Yan has been in power for many years and knows the key to governance. "The first push is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted."
"Mr. Xia seems to have studied military strategy quite a lot recently." Jiang Qingzhi said with a smile.
"You can still laugh?" Xia Yan shook his head. "Don't think that celebrities won't set up a boot formation. There are many forces behind them, including classmates, students, and officials..."
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and shook off the ashes from his cigarette. "But why should I wait until the New Year to do it?"
Xia Yan was stunned. "You... didn't the Ministry of Revenue say beforehand that there is no more than three times the limit?"
This is Lu Song's way of easing the conflict. There is no such thing as three chances. I'll give you three chances. If you don't cherish them, it's natural for the Ministry of Revenue to take action.
"This is the Ministry of Revenue's way of retreating to advance." Xu Wei's eyes flashed with a strange light, and Jiang Qingzhi smiled, "The Ministry of Revenue is the Ministry of Revenue, and I am me!"
"That's right, the Ministry of Revenue is the Ministry of Revenue, and the Earl is the Earl, ha ha ha ha!" Xu Wei clapped his hands and laughed.
Jiang Qingzhi stood up, with a grim look in his eyes, "The 30th year of Jiajing should end with something exciting. I think Wang is a good choice!"
Jiang Qingzhi walked out of the study and said, "Send someone to the Ministry of Revenue to tell them what I said. Tell Lu Song to send someone to the Wang family to ask for the land and population."
"Yes."
"Mo Zhan, gather your guards and follow me... to stretch your muscles. Also, have Zhang Juzheng ask for an audience with His Majesty and ask His Majesty if it's time to make some moves since there hasn't been any major activity at the East Depot for a whole year."
Jiang Qingzhi said calmly: "The best sword in the capital's literati circle, I will open it!"
(End of this chapter)
