MTL - Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty-Chapter 68 know everything

  Chapter 68 Understand everything

On that day, Qian Yue and Cao Kai, the chief military officer of Guizhou, and Yang Youfa, the middle officer, led tens of thousands of troops to encircle and suppress. However, Qian Yue was the new governor after all, and he was not familiar with the situation in Guizhou. Cao Kai, the general officer, and Yang Youfa, the middle officer, were divided into two groups.

  The so-called middle official was an eunuch. The **** was so eager to gain merit that he ordered the right army to march quickly. They were ambushed and defeated.

  General Cao Kai learned that Zhongguan was besieged, and immediately rushed to help, but was defeated by the rebels, and Cao Kai died in battle.

When the news came, Qian Yue's heart turned cold. As a civil servant, he had never even seen a war. When he was in Henan and Shandong, his greatest political achievement was to exterminate a group of bandits with a number of more than 200. What happened in Guizhou, he really don't know.

   What's more, the rebels were familiar with the geography, they were elusive, and united with dozens of cottages, winning consecutive battles. Qian Yue immediately decided to withdraw his troops and return to Guiyang Mansion.

  It's just... I can't get away.

   There were shouts of killing everywhere, and the rebels came from nowhere and launched a general offensive.

  Qian Yue's face was ashen, and his body was trembling. The scene of being besieged on all sides, as well as the screams and wailing that broke through the sky made him feel chills.

  He turned pale, and finally sighed. Several friends and military officers in the account looked at him, hoping that Governor Qian would have an idea whether to break through.

   Qian Yue looked at these people ashamedly, the old tears had flowed majesticly, and said tearfully: "Take the pen and ink."

Muyou hurriedly took out his pen and ink, and said in a low voice: "My lord, withdraw, the rebel army has not yet completed the siege, and with a team of loyal guards, we can go back to Guiyang with light clothes through the mountain stream. Here... and Vice President Qi Soldiers lead soldiers..."

Qian Yue sighed, and shook his head: "The army has been defeated now, and the only thing left is to die. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will have no face to see your majesty and the elders..." He sighed, and took up a pen to solemnly write: "The minister Qian Yue is dead, today Milu, the daughter of a chieftain in Yunnan and the wife of Longchang, a local judge in Guizhou, rebelled. More than 10,000 troops joined the villages and encouraged the natives of Yizhou and Pu'an to rebel. The old officials followed the law and marched all the way. Lost time; arrogant and arrogant, hastily penetrated, and lost ground. Now our army has been defeated. The general officer Cao Kai and the middle officer Yang Youfa all died in battle. I dare not live alone. I only ask Your Majesty to forgive my crime of death. I'm a scholar, I don't have the strength to restrain a chicken, I don't dare to break my morals, I am willing to die under the ten thousand swords of the rebels, in order to thank him for his crime..."

While writing, he wept bitterly. The playbook was already covered with tears. At the end of writing, he couldn’t even grasp the pen. He sealed the playbook, carefully covered it with wax, and handed it to his friend, telling him: “You I and several gentlemen were hired by this old man. At the beginning you advised me to be cautious, but I regret not listening to your words. Now, the army has been defeated like a mountain. Since I am the governor, I should stay here to protect the whole country. In the name of loyalty, gentlemen, take this memorandum with you, and I will order the guards to send you to escape as far as possible. Say goodbye here, and please take care!"

  The screen friends looked at each other in blank dismay, and put away the memorial, showing a look of reluctance.

  Qian Yue bowed to them solemnly: "Gentlemen, hurry up, time is running out."

   "Hey!" The Muyou who received the memorial stomped his feet, and finally bowed deeply to Qian Yue: "My lord, there will be a meeting later."

  Qian Yue was terrified and trembling, but still took a deep breath, as if he wanted to make himself look more courageous before he died.

  ...

  Shouning Hou Mansion.

  The two brothers of the Zhang family were shivering from the cold. Although they ate the hot porridge, they found that their body temperature had disappeared in an instant. Zhang Yanling curled up and looked at the empty brazier on the ground: "Brother, I think we should buy some coal to burn!"

Zhang Heling's face was blue from the cold, but he was angry: "Buy his surname Fang's coal? Even if I, Zhang Heling, don't eat porridge in my life, I will never buy half a catty of coal from Fang's family. Winter is coming soon." It's over, don't make noise!"

  Zhang Yanling shuddered: "But brother, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival now..."

  Zhang Heling immediately bared his teeth, angry.

  In fact, in the past it was freezing cold, Zhang family still had to burn charcoal, no matter how economical they were, they couldn’t freeze to death.

But now, with the anthracite of a few pennies starting to appear on the market, and then spending ten times the price to buy charcoal, Zhang Heling felt that he was a complete fool. The profiteer selling charcoal rubbed his IQ on the ground vigorously.

   Therefore, now charcoal is reluctant to buy, and anthracite... let alone buy.

   Boil it.

The colder the weather is, the more Zhang Heling feels that life is impossible. Even seeing Fang's table and square chairs, which were originally used as arty, and the boxy calligraphy and paintings on the wall, he feels hateful stand up.

   "Master, master..." The steward of the mansion hurried over: "Master, look, mansion report, mansion report..."

The steward of the Zhang family actually has a lot of money, but he can't show his wealth in front of the master, otherwise he will be beaten to death by the two masters, so the steward wears a shirt full of patches, but he is holding it in his hand happily. A mansion report came: "Master, look, Fang Jifan has been impeached."

When Zhang Heling heard this, he was overjoyed and cheered up. He hurriedly grabbed the mansion newspaper to take a look, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Zhang Fen, the imperial censor of Beizhili Kedao of the Metropolitan Procuratorate... scolded Fang Jifan for insulting Minister Qian... Qian, he slandered and insulted What is money called?"

  The steward said with a smile: "Qian Yue."

  Zhang Heling let out an oh, and then clapped his hands high, excited: "This Zhang Fen is good, master, I like him, he speaks out of justice, this is, good scolding, good scolding, master, I am happy now, so happy."

The steward smiled and said: "Isn't it? The response to this memorial is very enthusiastic. This is called the suffering of the world... It has been a long time since Fang Jifan, Zhang Fen Yushi, stepped forward. This is a sign that the wall is falling. Master, I see, Fang Jifan is going to die." He squinted his eyes: "Governor Qian Yue, before becoming the governor of Henan, Shandong, and Guizhou, he served in the Metropolitan Procuratorate for more than ten years, master, do you understand?"

  Zhang Heling scratched his head: "What do you know?"

The steward couldn't help worrying about Zhang Heling's IQ: "Oh, master, he has been in the Metropolitan Procuratorate for more than ten years, and now there are many people in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, all of whom are his old subordinates. History, at the beginning, it was just a small censor under him, and he was recommended to be promoted to Ducha censor."

"Oh." Zhang Heling seemed to have begun to understand a little bit: "You mean, Fang Jifan insulted this Qian... Qian Yue? So, the censors in the Metropolitan Procuratorate got angry and made trouble. Is Fang Jifan scolded to death so he can rest?"

   is this principle. "The steward said happily: "That Fang Jifan, who was scolded bloody, must be..." The steward stroked his goatee, shook his head, and said with joy: "I must be ashamed, I can't wait to find a crack in the ground, vomit three liters of blood, It is impossible to be **** off. "

"Haha." Zhang Heling crossed his hands and laughed, and suddenly felt a bad breath coming out of his heart, happily: "Yes, he still has the nerve to go out to meet people? This shameless prodigal must be ashamed..." Speaking of this, he The smile on his face gradually froze. Zhang Heling's IQ was actually not low, but he suddenly said: "It's hard to be ashamed? This surname Fang is so shameless and shameless, how would he know how to write the word shame?"

  The steward was stunned for a moment...

  The Fang family brothers also stared wide-eyed.

  There was an indescribable embarrassment in the hall.

  First of all, Fang Jifan is a scumbag, this is certain.

  A scum and scum, who has long been notorious, would he care about being scolded by others?

   If he scolds a few words, this guy will feel sad and ashamed, is this still Fang Jifan?

so…

  It seems...the so-called impeachment memorandum, to some people, is simply murder, but to that thick-skinned guy...it doesn't seem to hurt.

   "Dog-like thing, get out!" Zhang Heling was furious, and kicked the **** steward away: "Deduct your monthly payment for this month, get out!"

  The manager was busy with his tail between his legs, and went in a desperate manner.

   "Brother, calm down, maybe Fang Jifan has a little face?" Zhang Yanling comforted him very unconfidently.

   "How about... we also scold each other?"

   "Brother, why don't you talk anymore?"

  Zhang Heling took a long breath, blushed, and then said: "Save some energy, talk less, say one more sentence, the yang energy in your body will dissipate, and if you store it in your body, you will be warm."

   "..." Zhang Yanling looked at his elder brother in admiration, he knew everything.

  …

  (end of this chapter)