Text Text_Chapter 358 The plan can't keep up with the changes
With the power of the Zheng family, it is nothing to beat one or two scholars or even petty bureaucrats, Zheng Zhaoyi and Zheng Daguan can have no scruples about this, but beating a group of scholars is a different nature of affairs.
For example, the former is like swatting a fly, and the latter is like swatting a hornet's nest, can it be the same thing? It is not terrible for a scholar to be alone, but a dozen or so scholars who do not have fellow villagers and classmates combine to create a network that can trigger the fermentation of public opinion, not to mention that there are people like Fan Hongdao who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic.
At least this is something that Zheng Da Steward can't cover himself, so Zheng Da Steward is in a dilemma. If you can't move forward, it's also difficult to retreat, if you are cowardly like this, you can't explain to the master's family when you go back. That country's uncle Zheng Guotai is very arrogant, and he beats and scolds the servants at every turn, but he is not easy to get along with.
It wasn't until after seeing Fan Hongdao walk into the courtyard that Steward Zheng gradually had a plan, gritted his teeth, turned around and left wisely and decisively, and returned to his master, Uncle Zheng Guo.
It stands to reason that only the queen's brother can be regarded as a national uncle, and the concubine's brother is not qualified. But the people of the time were impetuous, and it was common for honorific titles to be upgraded, so Zheng Guifei's brother Zheng Guotai was naturally complimented by Uncle Chengguo. What's more, Concubine Zheng Guifei is the most favored concubine in the palace, and her actual status may not be much worse than that of the queen.
Zheng Guotai is only in his twenties now, and it is the time when he is young and profligate, and he is very impatient to accompany his family to pray for incense today. At this moment, he was standing outside the door of the main hall and was bored, but when he saw the steward Zheng Zhaoyi running over in a hurry, he asked: "You are a talent, you haven't seen a person for a long time, has the courtyard over there been cleaned up?
Steward Zheng thought twice on the way, made a panicked look, and reported to Uncle Guo: "There is a thorn in the yard over there, and it is really difficult to deal with it!"
Uncle Zheng Guo, who had nothing to do, suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly asked, "Who is it?" Zheng Zhaoyi replied truthfully: "Fan Hongdao, who is famous as the Beijing Master!"
"It's a name that sounds familiar, and I've heard it before. Zheng Guotai said subconsciously.
Although Fan Hongdao made a lot of moves, he couldn't go beyond the circle of readers in a broad sense. Zheng Guotai, a relative of the imperial family, and the scholars are not in the same circle, and the turmoil that occurs in the circle of scholars and doctors cannot affect Uncle Zheng Guo, so correspondingly, Uncle Zheng Guotai lacks sensory impressions. can vaguely feel that the name Fan Hongdao is familiar, and Fan Hongdao is already very famous.
Zheng Zhaoyi quickly briefly explained Fan Hongdao's general identity and deeds, and Zheng Guotai laughed when he heard this: "What kind of amazing character am I, at best, I am a miscellaneous official with some skills, there are not 10,000 but 8,000 in the Jingshi, it is worth scaring you like this?"
Suddenly, the smile on Uncle Guo's face disappeared, and he turned into a bit of fierce light, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, slapped Steward Zheng hard, and kicked it again by the way. He also scolded in his mouth: "You thief kills talents, you must be ineffective, but you came over and deliberately exaggerated, and you have escaped responsibility." You want to fool Grandpa and me for fools, it's very hateful! Grandpa, I won't eat you!"
Steward Zheng, who was familiar with Uncle Guo's temper, didn't dare to hide, and took a few beatings, and then shouted loudly: "The villain has been wronged! This heart and the earth can be seen from the gods! What the villain does is really for the sake of Uncle Guo, and there is no falsehood!"
Zheng Guotai continued to shout angrily: "What a slave dares to be cunning! Take a trivial petty official to scare grandpa and me, you can think of it!"
Taking advantage of Zheng Guotai's time to stop moving, Zheng Zhaoyi hurriedly said: "Uncle Guo doesn't know, then Fan Hongdao has been very good recently, and he also has something to do with Uncle Guo!"
Zheng Guotai asked suspiciously: "What can he have to do with me?" As I said before, the temple civil official system and the imperial relatives are two different circles, since Uncle Zheng Guo doesn't care about nature, then he doesn't pay much attention to this news.
Zheng Zhaoyi took the opportunity to reply: "The Ministry of Rites has been vacant for many days, and it is difficult to choose one after a while, and it is rumored in the imperial court that Shen Shoufu asked Fan Hongdao to recommend a candidate! There must be a reason for the groundless wind, so Fan Hongdao cannot be regarded as an ordinary miscellaneous official!"
As mentioned above, the most important thing in the Zheng family at present is whether Zheng Niangniang can successfully enter the imperial concubine, and whether Zhu Changxun, the third son of the emperor born to Zheng Niangniang, can be made the crown prince. Both of these things are not in accordance with the rules, and they will inevitably cause discussion in the DPRK and China.
When it comes to the issue of the name of the ceremony, the Ministry of Rites is of course the most authoritative speaker, so the Zheng family cannot take a casual attitude to treat Fan Hongdao, who is said to have the right to recommend the Ministry of Rites.
was pointed out, and Uncle Zheng's face returned to the same as before, and he no longer blamed Zheng Zhaoyi for being ineffective or deliberately fooling. And instructed: "Since Mr. Fan is here, I should visit him personally!"
Zheng Zhaoyi and Zheng Steward quietly breathed a sigh of relief, this time he racked his brains and finally dealt with the matter, and it was already a blessing not to be able to deal with it.
It is said that Fan Hongdao took more than a dozen fellow Chinese people as talismans and entered the courtyard of his apartment. Everyone gathered around Fan Hongdao in twos and threes, those who had seats sat in their seats, and those who did not have seats sat on the ground.
Fan Hongdao looked around, patted his forehead, and said in surprise: "It's a mistake! I don't want fellow Daoists to be so enthusiastic, and this court is really a little narrow, it's not convenient! I think we should sit and talk about it in another place!"
Fan Hongdao himself came to the temple empty-handed with silver to stay, and there was no extra luggage, so after saying hello to Li Xiaoniang, he could leave soon. Among the dozen or so people, some people understood, and some people didn't, but it didn't prevent them from following Fan Hongdao to move places.
Looking at the back of Fan Hongdao's hurried steps, a weak scholar couldn't help but complain: "Why do you go so fast? Reincarnation will not be so anxious." ”
"It's not easy to bump into the Zheng family if you don't hurry up. Someone next to him enthusiastically replied: "Now that you can avoid danger and maintain dignity, why not?"
In Fan Hongdao's prediction, the Zheng family will kill sooner or later, in the final analysis, he is much weaker than the Zheng family, and Xiucai can't explain why he meets Bing. Rather than being beaten passively, it is better to leave under the banner of high-sounding, which can not only avoid the decline in reputation among readers, but also avoid the hard bump and bloodflow.
It's a pity that the ideal is beautiful, the reality is skinny, Fan Hongdao just came out of the hospital, and bumped into Uncle Zheng Guo who came to visit. Fan Hongdao was a little nervous, and secretly cursed in his heart why this uncle came so quickly.
I saw the young Uncle Guo grinning, and said, "I heard that Mr. Fan lives here, so I came to ask for a poem." ”