Although he also wanted to help Zheng Chenggong emotionally and get rid of his disobedient brothers, he also knew Zheng Chenggong's natural weaknesses: he was loyal and brave but irritable, he was a Confucian general, after all, he studied under a great Confucian like Qian Qianyi.

Although Tianlang despises Qian Qianyi's personality, Zheng Chenggong has made all the efforts to restore the Ming Dynasty over the years, and even knows that his father surrendered to the Qing army and if he does not surrender, his father will die.

In order to be loyal to the country, he didn't even care about his father's life or death, and at this point, he didn't know how many times nobler than Wu Sangui's house.

Zheng Chenggong is a Confucian general, and he also understands the art of war and the use of psychological warfare when fighting, and his loyalty to the Ming Dynasty is beyond doubt.

It's just that he is also infected by all the Confucian schools that have been deeply affected by Zhu Ming's theory, and he likes to be the patriarch very much, of course, he does not regard the identity of the patriarch as a weapon of power like most filthy people's hearts.

But the word '悌' between filial piety, he still doesn't do it well enough, and he is not friendly enough to his brothers and subordinates.

It was Tianlang who thought that Zheng Chenggong still needed to grow again, and he needed to give him a lot of freedom in the process, and Tianlang didn't want to stretch his hand too long.

Tianlang didn't pick up Hou Xing's suggestion, so there was nothing to do, the protection fee was still paid, even if it was a caravan trading with the Ming Dynasty, it was not the Ming Dynasty after all, and he couldn't show too much support for Hou Xing.

Otherwise, Hou Xing is a person who can open a dyeing workshop by giving him three points of color, and then there is what Hou Xing is currently doing, on the surface, it still has nothing to do with Tianlang, Hou Xing is just cannon fodder who has been pushed to the forefront, and sooner or later he will bear the spittle of the scholar.

After blowing a bull with Hou Xing, Tianlang wandered around and came to the Ministry of Rites, Wang Fuzhi has almost done a lot of things about opening a branch and taking a scholar these days, and he even brought Master Hongzhi to help him.

Looking at the dignified ceremonial department, a bald head in and out, Tianlang touched his head and smiled: "Am I in the wrong place?" Dare to ask the master, is this the Ministry of Rites? ”

Master Hongzhi smiled, clasped his palms together and sang the Buddha's horn: "Amitabha, the Holy One thinks that this is Bliss, and that is Bliss; If you think it's hell, that's hell. As for whether this is the Ministry of Rites, the poor man didn't ask anyone else. ”

Tianlang sneered at each other and said: "You monk is so unreasonable, I invite you, if you don't come to the court, my brother begs you, and you come." My dignified Confucian imperial examination, why do you want a bald donkey to stir things up? ”

The monk and Tianlang have long been familiar with each other, and he also knows that Tianlang's ridicule is a joke, and he is not angry, his face does not change, "Amitabha, the Chinese people have paid attention to the word 'harmony' since ancient times, and ethnic integration and cultural integration have become today's China." The convergence of the three religions is not an overnight thing, it is filled with the same lining, the same stinky skin, but there is a difference between Confucian scarves, monks' robes, and cranes in their wear. ”

Tianlang raised the bar again and said: "As soon as I heard your words, I knew that it was already eccentric, why did you have Buddhist robes and cranes, and Confucianism was just a square scarf?" If they all let Confucian scholars dress up like this and talk to the master, whose eyes does the master think he has polluted? ”

Master Hongzhi said with a ashamed face: "Wrong, wrong, wrong, poor people don't realize that they have committed a mouthful of karma, and Confucianism should also govern the country with Eguanbo." ”

Tianlang nodded and smiled lightly, "Well, that's pretty much the same," so the two laughed and went to find Wang Fuzhi.

The emperor was lucky, and the Ministry of Rites was lively, and the big and small officials all went out to greet him, but at this time, Tianlang had already chatted with Master Hongzhi in the courtyard.

"It's okay, I'm here to hang out with you, so I'm going to do whatever I want."

With Tianlang's message, the ministers saluted and went back to work, but Wang Fuzhi accompanied him with a serious face.

"Lord Wang has nothing to do?" Tianlang joked again.

Wang Fuzhi said: "There is nothing to do today, but when the saint comes up, the minister has something to do." ”

Tianlang didn't care at all, he was thick-skinned, "Our brother has been with you as a monk for too long, and his words are all Zen." Tea Zen taste, why don't you have it? After speaking, Tianlang made a gesture of please, and found a place to chat with a monk and a layman and drink tea.

In the Jingjiang Palace, Du Heng was as happy as a white dove, she giggled, shuttling back and forth between accounts, waiters and cash boxes.

Because she felt that there were too many things to do, Fang Zhi was once again pulled over by her and accompanied her to do these things that only made Du Heng feel happy alone.

"Seeing that it's the Spring Festival, the more than one million taels of silver Shiro and his sister who were from the first two raids in the palace were not allowed to move, and they were all sealed, hey, if it weren't for the silver brought back by the royal caravan, I really don't know how to spend this year."

Du Heng's eyebrows were like flying clouds, holding account books and brushes in his hands, and he was endlessly counting the silver in the large boxes opened by the lieutenants and female officials.

"My good sister, there are only five boxes of silver in total, but you have to divide it into so many parts, and pack so many boxes, and each box is not satisfied, I really don't know what you are doing here." Fang Zhi was tortured enough by her, watching Du Heng toss over and over for this bit of silver, it was inevitable to complain a word or two.

"Isn't it good to pack more boxes, I'm used to seeing the gold and silver in the room, but I can only look at it and can't eat it, I'm a money fan, doesn't it look like a lot? Take a lottery head, which indicates that in the coming year, our family will be able to fill these boxes again, and there will be more and more silver, hehe.

Okay, Li Neishi, these two thousand taels of silver belong to the queen mother, Chang Nei waiter, these two thousand taels of silver for the mother and concubine, you can send the silver to the queen mother and the mother concubine now, and at the end of the year, the two elders will definitely have money and a place to reward. ”

Li Guotai and Chang Shi both said 'No', and took a few little eunuchs to take away the annual palace for the Queen Mother of the Two Palaces.

Fang Zhi smiled and watched the silver being carried out, turned back to Du Heng and said, "Are you satisfied, aren't you the God of Wealth again?" ”

"What kind of passing God of Wealth, all this money is taken to the queen mother, how do they hurt you on weekdays? How can you be a little conscienceless person who likes the old queen better than me? Look at me, I'm heartbroken for this family on weekdays, what about you? I don't like to do anything, I only know how to embroider, embroider, play the piano, play the piano. As a result, you became a good daughter-in-law in the eyes of your mother-in-law, and I, like a clumsy girl, didn't let them treat the two elders. and Yu Qing'er, she is even more well-behaved than you, and when I have time, I should really learn from the two of you. ”