At the end of the first year of Xiangfu, the first snow fell suddenly, and if it didn't fall, it would be a heavy snow. It’s just that compared to previous years, I heard that this year, there are several snow-appreciating spots inside and outside Tai’an City, with 70% to 80% fewer tourists, which presumably will make the wine sellers in scattered stalls earn a lot less money.
There are countless Zhang mansions in the capital, but there is one mansion that is undoubtedly unique. Whether local officials go to Beijing or foreign scholars study abroad, as long as they casually ask the people in the capital where the Zhang mansion is, the latter will definitely not bother to ask. Which Mr. Zhang's house, but give the answer directly.
Even if it was snowing heavily and the royal road was so thick that it couldn't be swept clean, the court meeting remained the same, not to mention it was a sensitive moment for His Royal Highness to supervise the country, which official would be late if he had the heart of a bear
But today in the temple, there was one person missing, and everyone was shocked and absent-minded, even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Jian Kingdom showed an obvious trance look.
This person who was absent from the court meeting for the first time did not ask for leave, as if he was telling the prince of the prison country and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty a simple truth: If I don't come, I won't come.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince turned a blind eye to this, and neither asked the eunuch to ask for his health, nor did he lose his temper. The same is true for Bai Guo, the Minister of Rites who can make a big deal out of a molehill or make a big one into a small one, as long as nothing happens.
Some people wanted to take advantage of the problem, but after hesitating for a long time, they still didn't dare.
After all, even Shinsaburo took the initiative to sew his mouth shut today.
The official who made the entire court meeting look like a court meeting is the current chief assistant Zhang Julu.
He and His Majesty the emperor who patrolled the border are tied for the number one diligent government official in this dynasty, but one is the number one among the kings, and the other is the number one among the courtiers.
Zhang Julu didn't feel unwell today, but just put on the first-grade purple gown, suddenly didn't want to attend the morning court, and then he didn't go.
The old man with frosted sideburns sat under the eaves in the early morning without changing into more comfortable and warm clothes. The old butler of the house brought a simple stove with woven bamboo strips and added charcoal to the stove many times.
In his life, Zhang Julu almost never drank alcohol except for a few times when he was forced to have a drink or two by his best friend Tan Tanweng. The thought of drinking, approaching noon, ate some rough pastries made by the family, and continued to read the unnamed poetry collection that he compiled in his hand. Zhang Julu's outstanding ability in governing the country is probably due to those powerful political opponents who were still capable of fighting at the beginning of his career, and he would not deny it against his will. It's just that Zhang Julu was born as a Huangmen Lang of the Imperial Academy, except for those art articles when he was young It’s still so-so and a bit talented. After that, no matter whether it’s a correct play or an excerpt, the words and diction and the words themselves seem dull. After so many years, there is not a single masterpiece of a famous teacher handed down to the world, and there is no rumor that he is particularly fond of any literary giant. , There is no finishing touch comment on any excellent work.
From outsiders, Mr. Shoufu seems to have a natural resistance to writing, but in fact only Huan Wen knows that his old friend Zhang Julu does not hesitate to play with words, but he also loves the excellent works of many scholars, especially the many lines that make the finishing point, whether it is Poems on the frontier are still poems of boudoir resentment or poems of remembrance, and sacrificial essays also have their own preferences. During the Battle of the Fortress, Zhao Changling personally caught the knife to attack Chu, and so on. Zhang Julu would take it out from time to time to look through it. Among them was Huang Longshi's "The Yellow River goes straight north for more than a thousand miles, and the grievances are boundless into black clouds". The phrase that was scolded by the literary world as "fascinating Xu and cool" in the past, "There is no battle in a quiet place at the end of the world, and the spirit of soldiers is reduced to the sun and the moon." Makeup in the last years of the world", especially Xu Weixiong also occupies a lot of space in the more than 300 articles, and even a few poems purchased by Xu Fengnian with a lot of money are also included in it.
This is probably the so-called prime minister's belly.
The old steward ran up the steps suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Master Qi, the young master has come to the door."
Zhang Julu was a little puzzled, but he didn't say anything. Although he is a father that makes his son and daughter-in-law fear him like a tiger, he is not just so unkind that his children are not allowed to disturb him. It's just that the eldest son and the second son are soft-tempered. , and a little pedantic since childhood, after getting married and starting a business, the two daughters-in-law came from small families, if they hadn't been entrusted with the blessing of the chief minister to have two grandchildren, they wouldn't dare to come here to make themselves uncomfortable. The youngest son, Zhang Bianguan, is the outlier among the three sons. He has the most stubborn temper, but he also has the most rigid relationship with this family. Zhang Bianguan took the initiative to walk into this mansion, which was indeed the result of the sun coming out from the west. Although Zhang Julu was expressionless, he still subconsciously forgot to look in the direction of the courtyard gate.
Even if tiger poison does not eat its sons, how many fathers in the world really hate their sons from the bottom of their hearts
Zhang Bianguan was still the same virtuous person who ran into the yard, holding a thing that is not common in the capital city. It is a small copper-skin bamboo stove popular in the countryside in the south of the Yangtze River. Use ashes to keep warm. Elderly people like to carry this kind of objects whether they go out for a walk or chat at home in winter. The Zhang family’s ancestral home is in the south of the Guangling River. Before Zhang Julu made his fortune in the imperial examination, he often Using this, after all, saves a lot of charcoal fire compared to a large stove, and even poor families can use it. After becoming famous in the capital, only Zhang Bianguan’s grandfather who moved to Tai’an City to settle down for the elderly occasionally used it a few times. I don't know where Zhang Bianguan got such an old antique that can't be put on the table today.
Zhang Bianguan asked the steward for some new charcoal to pour into the stove, and shoveled some ashes from the big bamboo stove under Zhang Julu's feet. After squatting on the ground and finishing tinkering, he handed it to Zhang Julu. On the bed, with a book in one hand and a stove in the other, the warmth suddenly increased.
Zhang Bianguan asked the steward for a small bench again, and complained incessantly: "How old is a person, and he doesn't know how to obey his old age, so he insists on enjoying the snow outside and reading books to be a hero..."
The steward smiled knowingly and left. These words are just what the young master said. The other two young masters would never dare to say such words. As long as the master squints a little impatiently, the two will just bury their eyes. The son who studies the sage books hard will be trembling, and he will walk on thin ice in summer.
Zhang Bianguan poked the charcoal fire in the big stove with iron tongs, and said to himself: "I heard from the market that today you, Mr. Shoufu, speak less and less effectively, and many small officials of the fifth and sixth ranks dare to fight." Sloppy eyes, except for Wang Xionggui's Ministry of Household and Ministry of Rites, who are fairly generous, the Ministry of Officials, the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Industry, and the Ministry of Punishment all have countermeasures against Zhang Lu's policies, especially the Imperial Academy and Guozijian, Qing noble officials and Qingliu Scholars, every once in a while, a few freshly released poems borrowing from the past and satirizing the present are very annoying. What's more, it is said that His Majesty the Emperor went to the Liangliao before to clean up the corruption of the imperial court. For major cases, the purpose of going to Jizhou is to overturn the case of the Han family, and all the accusations are that they went to a certain high-ranking official surnamed Zhang in the court."
Zhang Julu asked with a smile: "Is there any more?"
Zhang Bianguan knocked on the iron tongs, and said with a sneer, "Yes! Why not? Really, it's not enough to hold a basket!"
Zhang Julu asked calmly, "Didn't you also say that it's just some low-level officials who are arguing about right and wrong?"
Zhang Bianguan put his hands on top of the stove to warm up the fire, without raising his head, "There are gusts of wind blowing from the ground, if you don't stop it in time, and wait until the evil rain pours on your head, will there be any help?"
Zhang Julu said impatiently: "Just talk about this? You can leave after you finish talking."
Zhang Bianguan raised his head suddenly, and asked with red eyes: "This trip, I actually want to say two things. First, there is a censor impeaching my eldest brother for embezzling fertile land, and my second brother for cheating in the imperial examination. I don't care if others scold you, Lord Shoufu." , I don’t have the ability to mix it up, but why do you despise my two brothers so much?! You can clearly control it, why swallow it? Even... Even if the ending is the same, it doesn’t matter if I’m a puddle of mud, but you can’t let me Did the two elder brothers go more gloriously?!"
Zhang Julu said indifferently: "Your second brother cheated in the imperial examination. It means that the origin of Yakui who got the sixth place in the examination from another country is not correct. Although I didn't instruct anything back then, but after careful investigation, it is true. After all, the examiner appointed by the emperor at that time was I am a student of Zhang Lu. With your second brother's craftsmanship, it is not difficult to pass the provincial examination, but it is tantamount to a dream to win the first prize. As for your elder brother's embezzlement of fertile land... "
Zhang Bianguan said angrily: "As for my elder brother, that nerd, and my sister-in-law, who always comes to the house with exactly the same expensive clothes and jewelry, competing for profit with the people?! Your lord Shoufu never goes there for the sake of reputation. Take a look at the eldest brother's official residence, I have been to Zhang Bianguan countless times, and I know better than anyone else what kind of hard life the eldest brother and sister-in-law live!"
Zhang Julu interrupted the younger son's words, and said calmly: "In the eighth year of Yonghui, I did buy 300 acres of fertile land for your elder brother. The method is not glorious, but your elder brother has been kept in the dark."
Zhang Bianguan was stunned, and then tears welled up in his eyes, and he muttered to himself, "Why is this, why are you plotting against your own son..."
Zhang Julu looked at the snow in the courtyard. It was a vast expanse of white, and no one had swept it for half a day. It might be as thick as his knees. He said softly: "The so-called spring of Yonghui is well known to all the lords in the temple, and we will stand side by side in the future." Most of them come from poor families.”
Zhang Julu put down his book, stood up, held the small stove in both hands, and said to himself: "The rule of no noble son from a poor family has been broken, and it is of great significance. Compared with the great Qin Empire, all the freelancers established rich families one after another." Tourists are no longer that rootless duckweed. However, the pros and cons of a wealthy family have been deeply understood in the past 800 years. Then in the next 800 years, those poor scholars who have jumped over the dragon's gate, will they be able to introspect themselves? Will they introspect themselves? What kind of score? The poor man suddenly became rich and honored, and he was a farmer in the morning, and he went to the Tianzitang in the evening. Do you really think that anyone can control his heart in this dyeing vat of officialdom? It is precisely these barefoot people who stand in high positions. When it comes to evil, there is no bottom line."
Zhang Julu smiled and said: "This door was opened by me, Zhang Julu. On the other hand, I, Zhang Julu, once the head of the dynasty, had power for 20 years, and was ruined by his grandson's fraud and greed. A dose of Qingliangsan for the underprivileged servants of the court?”