"If a minister writes a book, he will not be able to go to court and be on duty."

The court can't pay a sum of money and let the old man do something else, right? Wang Yue lowered his head, and didn't need to think that His Majesty's face must be ugly.

"Master, Cheng Minzheng entered Beijing yesterday." Mu Bin said that the secret post of the Yan Mansion saw Cheng Minzheng and reported to him.

Sure that it was to compete with Cheng Minzheng for fame, Emperor Hongzhi muttered a few times: "This official position Wang Qing's house is hanging, and I am also gratified to write books." ”

It's not bad, His Majesty let him write a book in the Yamen.

Wang Yue got up and retired.

Out of the palace, Wang Yue came directly to Yan's mansion.

"Virtuous nephew, the old man just entered the palace to explain to His Majesty that he can also write books in the yamen in the future, I heard that Cheng Minzheng has entered Beijing, where did he go?"

Yan Chengjin knew that it must be Jinyiwei's report.

"I can't let the scholars in the capital know about this matter, and I ask Lord Wang to keep it a secret."

Wang Yue nodded and said, "Don't worry, the old man and him don't have a deep grudge, you tell the old man, and the old man will take a look at him." ”

Yan Chengjin believes that Wang Yue is not good.

……

After teaching for a few days, Cheng Minzheng found that the homeless people would rather gossip about things in the workshop than listen to the laws of the Ming Dynasty.

But he was a persistent man.

In the evening, when the homeless people came back from the workshop, he still came to the hut and began to talk about the Great Ming Law.

"The big families everywhere were tenants, the structure was thieves, the officials were killed, the warehouses were killed, and the prisons were set on fire, and Xu Dahu was immediately sent to the officials for questioning. If a large household knows about it, in addition to the real crime of capital crime, the crime of wandering rods and the thief \ three or more, belong to the military guards, send border guards, belong to the division, send nearby, each of them to the army. ”

The homeless people were annoyed and didn't like him coming here.

Cheng Min was returning to the grass shed in frustration, and Liang Zhong sent two large baked cakes and a bowl of porridge.

"Qingshan, drink it while it's hot!"

In the past few days, Liang Zhongyi brought him two baked cakes, and sometimes white rice.

In return, Cheng Min taught Liang's two grandsons to read and write.

These two grandsons, one is called Liang Xiaoyi and the other is Liang Xiaoer.

Cheng Minzheng felt that it was not elegant, and it was difficult to change the name without the consent of his parents, so he gave them words.

You can't take the word casually, and the man has twenty crowns and words, and he can only take it when he is old.

But Cheng Minzheng felt that the name was ugly, so he secretly took it, and only called them in private.

In the early morning, the east wants to dawn, and the sun is shining.

The homeless people went to the workshop, Liang Zhong went to sell baked cakes, and the two daughters-in-law also went to do farm work.

Cheng Minzheng took his two children to read and write in a grass hut.

"The old man will teach you three hundred thousand first."

"Qingshan, what do you mean by three hundred thousand?" Liang Xiaoer asked curiously.

Is Aoyama your name?

Cheng Minzheng was so angry that he stared at him, the children of the displaced people were not educated, this is true.

"From today on, your name is Mr. Cheng, the old man, and I will teach you to write your name for the teacher." Cheng Minzheng likes students to call him Mr. Cheng.

Liang Xiaoyi was more studious than his younger brother and asked, "Sir, what is three hundred thousand?" ”

Cheng Minzheng stroked his beard and nodded: "Three hundred thousand is the "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names" and "Thousand Character Text", Mingzhao, do you remember it?" ”

Liang nodded slightly.

"What about you?"

Liang Xiaoer nodded.

At this moment, a homeless person walked in, Cheng Minzheng got up and said, "You learn calligraphy first, and you have something to do for the teacher." ”

When I opened the letter, there were only two words: how?

The more he writes, the more he is exposed, and for the sake of prudence, Yan Chengjin always cherishes words like gold......

Cheng Minzheng wrote down the situation of the past two days in the letter, including accepting two apprentices.

After thinking about it, I wrote the last sentence: It may be difficult to complete the education of the homeless, the homeless people don't like to listen to the Da Ming Law, yesterday the old man talked about the Da Ming Law, and it made people come out, which disappointed the virtuous nephew.

See the words as they are.

This is the code word he agreed with Yan Chengjin.

"Do you have any silver?" Cheng Minzheng looked at Menzi with blank eyes.

"The young master said, you can't let people know that you are in the capital." Menzi whispered.

Cheng Minzheng held his forehead and bought a meat bun to eat, which became a luxury.

At night, the moon shines like water.

Liang Zhong came back from selling baked cakes, his daughter-in-law made rice and baked cakes, and the family sat on straw mats.

"What did you learn today?" Liang Zhong asked the two grandchildren.

Liang Xiaoyi: "Mr. Cheng taught us to write names. ”

"Father, Mr. Cheng's affairs in the capital can't be told to anyone." Liang Xiaoer looked serious.

"Who said that?"

"Today, a person came to Mr. Cheng and said that he couldn't let people know that he was in the capital."

Liang Zhongzhong was puzzled, and also felt that Mr. Cheng was a little weird, no matter how poor he was, he could be a bookkeeper, not a homeless person, could it be a criminal of the imperial court?

With a bowl of porridge in hand, he took two baked cakes to the grass hut next door.

"Qingshan, it's time to eat."

In the dark, a figure took the baked cake and the porridge, and thanked him repeatedly, Liang Zhong looked at him and hesitated for a moment: "Has Qingshan ever been an official before?" ”

Cheng Minzheng almost didn't choke to death, and said no, Liang Zhongzhong was puzzled, and decided to go to the yamen tomorrow to report to Master Zhang, if it was Qin, it would be troublesome.

In the early morning of the next day, the two children of the Liang family did not come to study, Cheng Minzheng walked over to look, the door of the grass shed was tightly closed, and no one answered.

When he turned around, he saw Liang Zhong returning with two children.

"I misunderstood Qingshan, the old man thought you were a prisoner, and he went to report to the official early this morning."

"......" Cheng Minzheng.

I wondered why I didn't bring him breakfast today.

Liang Zhong smiled, and Lord Zhang said that Cheng Qingshan was a homeless person in Huizhou, and it was inconvenient to reveal it if he offended people in the capital, so he immediately relieved himself.

Cheng Minzheng didn't care and continued to teach the two children to read.

"Sir, will you talk about "Fox Zhai"?" Liang Xiaoer asked.

"You want to hear it?"

Liang Xiaoyi and Liang Xiaoer's eyes lit up and nodded happily.

Cheng Minzheng's heart moved suddenly, "Displaced people like to listen to stories, but they don't have the money to go to the restaurant, and integrate the law of Da Ming into storytelling, isn't it done!" ”

In the evening, he came to the gazebo again.

The homeless people gathered here to chat, and when they saw Cheng Minzheng coming again, they were immediately displeased: "Why do you talk about Da Ming Law again, we don't want to listen to Da Ming Law." ”

"Beat him up, and you'll be honest!"

Cheng Minzheng walked to the pavilion by himself, and said slowly: "In Wuyang County, Kaifeng Prefecture, Henan, there is a person surnamed Ye Mingguang, who is poor in his family, but he married a beautiful wife, Quan, who was born like Xi Shi, smart and wise, and lived in a thatched hut in a remote village......

The eyes of the outcasts became bright, and they listened attentively.

There was silence all around, only Cheng Minzheng's voice.

is talking about "Bao Gong's Angry Judgment of the World Public Case", and the displaced people who passed by the straw hut also sat down.

The moon shines brightly, and in a moment, there are more and more homeless people sitting in the grass hut.

An hour later, Cheng Minzheng cleared his throat and said, "I'll be here tonight, I want to know what will happen next, and listen to the next explanation." ”

The homeless people felt extremely uncomfortable in their hearts, as if someone had planted a grass in their hearts, and this grass kept growing, and their minds were full of Cheng Minzheng's voice.

"Qingshan, tell me about it again!"

"Still looking for it, you don't have a daughter-in-law, and you sleep alone when you go back."

Cheng Minzheng was overjoyed in his heart: "You should remember tonight, don't follow what crime Ye Guang committed." ”

Back in the grass shed, Cheng Minzheng borrowed an oil lamp from Liang Zhong and wrote a letter, but Yan Chengjin did not come to pick it up.

A few days later, an unkempt, tattered-clad homeless man came to the hut.

"Give this letter to your young master."

"Dad, how did you become like this!"

Cheng Minzheng raised his head again, and his heart was sour: "Son, you ...... How did it come to this? ”

Cheng Zitang wiped away his tears: "Lord Yan said that you have to dress up like this to come to see you." ”

Liang Zhong came to the grass shed to deliver food, and saw that there was an extra homeless person in the grass shed, "Qingshan, this is your son?" ”

"It's not."

"......" Cheng Zitang.