The woman followed the middle-aged man's gaze, and she saw Zhou Fang with a dusty face and a muddy face. She was surprised: "How did Hengping become this child?"
In her impression, Zhou Fang has always been a clean, gentle young man.
The middle-aged man didn't care what Zhou Fang was wearing or what he looked like. Instead, he stared at Han Cheng, who had a good chat with their brothers, puzzled.
Han Cheng is different from many great Confucian scholars today. He does not build academies, does not accept disciples, and teaches very few classes. He concentrates on learning, so his reputation is even stronger, and all scholars respect him.
"I haven't heard that Zhou Yuanshan and Mr. Jinghu know each other?" The middle-aged man said to himself, he was Ding's master, Ding Mian. Ding Mian and Zhou Qingli have been friends for many years, and they know the Zhou family very well.
The woman didn't hear Ding Mian's words, and frowned and said, "I blame you, I regret the marriage. Hengping has one more child. What are you looking like now?"
Ding Mian turned his head to her, snorted coldly, and said, "What do you know! Hengping is fortunate to say that Zhengyun went to court twice and offended the ruling and the opposition. If something goes wrong in the Zhou Mansion, your daughter will be together. To die, or to be a widow?"
The corners of the woman's mouth moved, and she dared not speak.
She doesn't understand this kind of thing, and the master is also good for his daughter.
Ding Mian looked at Zhou Fang again. The Zhou Zheng brothers and Han Cheng kept talking and laughing. They became more puzzled, but didn't wait much, and said, "Let's go."
A group of people continue to move forward, they are going to the White Horse Temple to burn incense to pay off.
The conversation between Han Cheng and Zhou Zheng and the Zhou Fang brothers was quite enjoyable. Especially with Zhou Zheng, some views were very different, and his reading perspective was also very different, which made him feel very fresh.
Han Cheng just came to return the book, and chatted for a while and said: "You guys are busy, there are still some pots of flowers in my house to water, so I will go back first."
This person Han Cheng has no pretensions, nor does he qualify as a Confucian predecessor during conversations. Zhou Zheng is very fond of him.
"I'll send him to my husband." Zhou Fang had already thought of who Mr. Jinghu was at this time, so he didn't dare to be casual.
Han Cheng just smiled, glanced at the construction site again, and turned to leave.
Zhou Zheng followed and sent a few steps, and then continued to look back at the construction site and read the book.
When Zhou Zheng was busy, it was May before he knew it, and the capital seemed to be filled with a murderous atmosphere.
Although the imperial court deliberately blocked the news, nothing was visible on the surface of the capital, but inside was extremely nervous.
Huang Weihuai, the rumor that Zhou Zheng brought back from Liaodong, time is getting closer.
Although many people in the imperial court advocated abandoning the Liaoxi Corridor and sticking to Shanhaiguan, the decision-makers are still very clear that the Liaoxi Corridor is the moat of Shanhaiguan, and Shanhaiguan is the gateway to the capital. If the moat is lost, the gate may not be able to keep it for long.
On the seventh day of May, Zhou Mansion.
In the pavilion, Tian Zhenshu and Zhou Zheng were sitting opposite each other. The two were drinking tea and talking about affairs in the wild.
Tian Zhenshu looked a little solemn, and said: "The imperial court got news a few days ago. Governor Yuan has been staring at Jianlu, and he will know as soon as he moves."
Zhou Zheng thought of the fast horse that he had seen breaking into Donghua Gate a while ago. He thought it should come from Liaodong.
Yuan Chonghuan has prepared for this period of time, and it should be easier to hold Ning Jin's line than in history. Zhou Zheng is not worried about this.
Zhou Zheng looked at Tian Zhenshu and said with a serious expression: "Ningjin line is very important to my Ming, Dongjiang Town is even more important. Chahar has lost the ability to restrain and build captives, only Dongjiang Town is left."
Tian Zhen nodded and said: "The court has already sent a letter to Mao Wenlong, asking him to be vigilant, and nothing will happen."
The rumor that Huang Weihuai and Zhou Zheng brought back was spread under the guise of Mangguertai, who built the four major Baylors. It specifically stated that Dongjiang Town was to be eliminated. Mao Wenlong would not be careful with such an important message.
Zhou Zheng was not so relieved of these people, saying: "If there is any news, send someone to tell me as soon as possible."
Tian Zhenshu knew that Zhou Zheng was very concerned about Liaodong and said, "Okay. By the way, when will you return to the Metropolitan Procuratorate?"
"Wait." Zhou Zheng said in a normal tone.
No one knows that a big change is in sight.
Tian Zhenshu did not persuade him much, sighed, and said, "Have you heard? Wei Zhongxian's shrines are scattered all over the country. Everyone imitated them and became a saint."
Zhou Zheng listened and shook his head, holding up his teacup.
Tian Zhenshu looked at Zhou Zheng and said if he had a point: "The ministers in power since ancient times did not end well, but the eunuch Wei Zhongxian didn't know how to constrain. In my opinion, the catastrophe is not far away."
If it is a civil official, he will definitely do a full performance, but Wei Zhongxian does not. Not only does he have power in the hands, he is crowned with a nine-thousand-year-old name, but he is also a eunuch. What will it do
Tian Zhenshu said that Wei Zhongxian's catastrophe was imminent, but it was in fact the truth of prosperity. Wei Zhongxian has reached the pinnacle of the eunuchs and power ministers since ancient times, and there is no half a step forward. In this case, there are only two paths, or two results, either usurping the throne or dying.
Daming's system cannot tolerate anyone's rebellion, so there is no way forward, and Wei Zhongxian has only a dead end.
What Tian Zhenshu said made sense, but it was not Apocalypse who did it.
Zhou Zheng also knew that Tian Zhen's scribblings alluded to him walking too close to Wei Xizhuang, and said calmly: "It's just Wei Zhongxian, the castrated party people still don't know it, and they are fighting for power and profit with one mind."
Tian Zhen's succinct words were clicked here, and then said: "Jiangxi has recently been full of bandits. The imperial court has sent several waves of monitoring censors to no avail. I need to avoid suspicion. What can you do?"
The so-called bandit, that is, the gangster in the future, is not considered a trend now, it is still a bandit.
The cause of the bandit is very complicated. It is basically the word'natural disasters and man-made disasters'. Natural disasters are incapable and powerless, so we have to think of ways from people.
But not to mention the chaos of the current political situation, the place is a mixture of dragons and snakes, where can a few words be clear and resolved.
Zhou Zheng pondered for a while, and said, "The key is still the land. Without land, even the caressing may not be useful."
There is no land, no food, bandits are everywhere, endless and endless. It is tantamount to cheating without sufficient land and farmers can’t eat, which will only arouse civil unrest even more.
The key land is not in the hands of the imperial court, but in the hands of the relatives of the emperor, the noble ministers, and the big officials and merchants.
Tian Zhen frowned and said, "Is there no other way?"
Zhou Zheng looked up at him and said, "I can't find a good solution right now."
Tian Zhenshu felt that Zhou Zheng's words were not exhausted, so he didn't ask much, and sighed for a long time, saying: "No matter, these are not things we can decide. I only hope that the adults in the court can find a way."
Regarding these, Zhou Zheng could not explain it thoroughly.
As for Liaodong, Zhou Zheng has done everything he can do, and only hopes that Dongjiang Town can keep it.
With Dongjiang Town, Jianlu dare not bypass Shanhaiguan and go deep into the hinterland of Daming. Without the food, humans and animals looted from Daming, they will face cruel natural disasters and their strength will be severely weakened. This is tantamount to giving Daming a sigh of relief. , To breathe.
The two chatted for a while, and Tian Zhen said goodbye and left.
Looking at Tian Zhenshu's back, Zhou Zheng could clearly feel his worries, and he couldn't hide his worries.
Daming is now suffering from internal and external troubles, but no one thinks that Daming will perish the country, but Tian Zhenshu seems to have such concerns.
"It's not all short-sighted people." Zhou Zheng said to himself, nodding to himself.
The murderous atmosphere in the capital became dignified after a few days, and the five-city soldier Ma Si frequently mobilized, and there was an atmosphere of panic throughout the capital.
Liaodong is really too close to the capital. If Ning Jin is lost, Shanhaiguan may not be able to keep it. Shanhaiguan will be a flat river to the capital. There is no hindrance. Jiankui can completely confess to the capital!
This tense atmosphere is not condensed. The bells in the palace ring several times a day. The adults of the court are coming and going in a hurry, no longer fighting with each other.
At this time, no one mentions abandoning the Liaoxi Corridor anymore, but must hold it, all hope is in Yuan Chonghuan.
The Jianluo rebelled over the years, and Yuan Chonghuan blocked Jian's footsteps, and they all hoped that Yuan Chonghuan could stop it again.
This kind of influence is not only in the imperial court, but the uneasiness among the people is also gradually emerging.
Wei Xizhuang, who didn't care much about state affairs, came to Zhou Zheng every three to five, all inquiring about the war in Liaodong. Chengji, which was preparing to build a semicolon in Shanxi, ran back in a hurry, looking worried about Liaodong.
Even at the Zhou family's dinner table, the topic of discussion was this matter.
There was no expression on Zhou Qingli's dark face, and she asked Zhou Zheng: "You have been to Liaodong and Shenyang, what do you think about this incident? Can you keep it?"
Zhou Fang held the chopsticks in his hand, stretched his head, stopped his mouth, and looked at Zhou Zheng with his eyes wide open.
Zhou Zheng had long thought about the affairs of Liaodong, and Zhangkou said: "Ningjin should be fine. I am worried that it is Dongjiang Town."
"Dongjiang Town is not important. If Ningjin is here, Shanhaiguan will be fine, and Jingshi will be fine." Zhou Fang answered the question, his thoughts clear and simple.
This should be the general mentality of the Ming court. In the past, the Ming court still wanted to Chahar and Dongjiang Town was impeded to build captives. As Chahar was defeated, Dongjiang Town became weaker. This idea has not been mentioned for a long time.
Zhou Qingli nodded thoughtfully when he heard Zhou Zheng's words, and said, "I hope Governor Yuan can hold on to it."
Yuan Chonghuan's current reputation is still very high, and the court has high hopes for him.
Zhou Zheng couldn't get in on these things, and was still busy with his affairs.
Zhou Ji is not short of money and sales, but Zhou Zheng is still demanding to become an economy. Shangguanxun and others are trying to build channels.
Jiujiang Pavilion is being built quickly, and dozens of craftsmen are busy, but the prototype has appeared in more than ten days.
In mid-May, Zhou Zheng came back from Jiujiang Pavilion and was about to walk to Zhou Ji. Suddenly a little girl who looked like a maid quietly stepped forward and whispered: "Master Zheng Yun, my lady wants to see you."
Zhou Zheng was taken aback, and said, "Who is your lady?"
Without waiting for Zhou Zhengfu's thoughts, the little girl said: "My lady's surname is Ding." (End of this chapter)