After listening to the various reports from the trading company line and the intelligence line, and reading the many monthly reports of his nephew Zheng Shoukuan on Chongming's military affairs and Jiangnan industry, Zheng Haizhu withdrew from his subordinates and began to sort out the many notes written on the way to Mongolia, summarize the main points, and prepare for tomorrow's recital in front of Zhu Changluo.

Near the end of Shen, Lao Qin brought in a young man.

Zheng Haizhu raised his head to identify Xu Yu and laughed: "Zongxi!"

This eleven or twelve-year-old boy is Huang Zunsu's eldest son Huang Zongxi.

Five or six years ago, Huang Zongxi was very close to Cheng Haizhu because of his mother's appointment as the principal of the Cheng Family College. Therefore, although it has been a long time, Huang Zongxi still has no sense of alienation with Zheng Haizhu as if he was seeing his aunt in law, and even called her "Aunt Zheng" like when he was in Songjiang.

Zheng Haizhu asked a few words about the situation of the Huang family, and learned that Huang Zunsu and his wife Yao, one took his eldest son to the north, and apprenticed for his son in the circle of Wenchen in Beijing after being an official, and the other stayed in Songjiang with his younger son, diligently managing the Zheng Academy, and recruited fifty or sixty children in Kaichun, and even Suzhou and Hangzhou Mansion, which were higher than Songjiang Mansion, had well-off craftsman families and sent dolls to school.

"Your mother is amazing." Zheng Haizhu praised sincerely.

Huang Zongxi also smiled proudly, and then remembered his business: "My father sent me to invite my aunt, and he held a banquet for my aunt in the Crane Pavilion Tower."

Zheng Haizhu also had a lot of things to ask Huang Zunsu about the Tianjin switch, so he got up immediately and went out with Huang Zongxi.

As he walked, he asked idly, "Heting Tower, which restaurant is this in Jingshi?" What's the recipe?"

A trace of strange disdain flashed on Huang Zongxi's face, and he said quietly: "I heard from the guy, I didn't call this name originally, but after today's son ascended to the Great Unification, the people of Donglinmen often opened elegant gatherings there, and the owner of the shop changed the name to 'Crane Pavilion, Crane Pavilion, which is now the word of Zhao Gong of Taichang Temple."

"Zhao Gong?" Zheng Haizhu sat down in Huang Zongxigu's carriage and came to his senses, "Oh, it's Donglin Grandmaster Zhao Nanxing Zhao Gong, right? cough, I thought the restaurant was cooking Qiantang cuisine, so it was called the Crane Pavilion, because there is a Crane Pavilion on the lonely mountain by the West Lake in Hangzhou."

Huang Zongxi saw that Aunt Zheng's tone was relaxed, and there was no sense of solemnity, and he also gave birth to a trace of happiness.

Although his father Huang Zunsu is an out-and-out Donglin faction, Huang Zongxi really has no good impression of Zhao Nanxing and Hetinglou.

When Gain first arrived in the capital a few months ago, he followed his father to participate in the elegant gathering of the Donglin faction Wenchen, during which some people ridiculed Xu Guangqi and Sun Yuanhua's Western learning as a miracle skill, and ridiculed Huang Zunsu's wife.

On the spot, Huang Zongxi's youthful spirit arched up. With the fierceness of a calf, he choked the other party a few words, but Zhao Nanxing, who was at the top, spoke and told Huang Zunsu not to despise the way of teaching his son and the way of the Qi family, lest his son and nephew not understand the etiquette of respecting the young and the young.

At this moment, Huang Zongxi, who had been holding back a lot of anger after entering Beijing with his father, wanted to complain to Aunt Zheng, but the Donglin courtiers kept saying that "the cabinet cannot become a hall of words", and the more they argued, the clearer they became.

But the young man thought about it again, isn't it much different from the so-called gentlemen he hates talking about his mother behind his back?

Huang Zongxi then put down the idea of confiding, started a new topic, and asked Zheng Haizhu with great interest about the experience outside the Saiwai.

After doing this for two incense sticks, he arrived at the Crane Pavilion Tower.

Entering the private room on the second floor, when Huang Zunsu saluted Zheng Haizhu, he said to Huang Zongxi: "Open the door, breathe, this month, there is no cold."

Huang Zongxi complied.

Zheng Haizhu smiled lightly, echoing the words "Jingshi is warmer than the land of the northern captives", but his heart was the same as Huang Zongxi's demeanor that he had just observed, and he was a little uncomfortable.

Taboos such as male and female defense are bad habits that cannot be eradicated immediately in this era zheng haizhu doesn t mind occasionally succumbing but today after knowing the origin of the crane pavilion tower she

I feel that Huang Zunsu is here to feast, and he obviously has another measure.

There is a vague share, discussing matters under Donglin's nose, so as not to have a gap in the hearts of those Donglin colleagues.

So, after sitting down, Zheng Haizhu looked at Huang Zongxi, who was pouring wine and cloth, and said to Huang Zunsu: "The terroir of Mongolia, the open and secret battles of various tribes, and the confrontation with Zhenglanqi this time, I talked a lot to Zongxi on the way, and let him relay it to you." Huang Gong, let's talk about the Tianjin switch, I guess, the Ministry of Industry is a little slower to allocate money, and it is not the biggest obstacle."

The wine glass that Huang Zunsu had already picked up was put back on the table.

He was familiar with the woman opposite, and he had always been unrestrained by the social etiquette that scribes were used to, but being so straightforward and straightforward made Huang Zunsu stunned.

"You just returned to Beijing today, and someone told you?" Huang Zunsu asked.

The tone is calm, still with the gentleness of knowing the old friend.

Zheng Haizhu said: "Today or tomorrow, there is no difference, and it makes no difference if someone else comes to mention it, or I guessed it myself. The key is, do you, Donglin, once you gain power, try to influence the situation and manipulate the holy judgment like the ministers and officials of other factions?"

"Dang Chang", Huang Zongxi's chopsticks fell on the table.

The little boy really didn't expect that Aunt Zheng, who was always smiling and groaning and had a spring breeze on her face, would say such heavy words in an instant.

Huang Zunsu glanced at his son, not so much angry at his faux pas, but hesitant to let his son avoid it immediately.

"Avoidance of what?" Zheng Haizhu said softly, "Zong Xi is not a doll again, he will soon be at the age of writing strategies in the examination room, and it doesn't hurt to listen to the controversy of state affairs."

Then he turned to Huang Zongxi and said: "At the beginning, I was in the hands of ***, it was your mother who gave me the bamboo carving, guiding your father to save my life, in my eyes, your father is not only a colleague, but also a brother, so even in this crane pavilion, I will not hide it."

Huang Zongxi didn't dare to answer, but his heart was comfortable.

At his age, he is tired of being treated as a stinky child. Based on this alone, Aunt Zheng is more willing to be close than those old masters.

"Okay," Huang Zunsu looked at Zheng Haizhu, sighed lightly, and said slowly, "Then I'll tell you directly, Tianjin Switch, the difficulty is true, not only to ask the Ministry of Industry for money."

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"No matter how black the face of the Ministry of Industry is, is there a black face of Yang Zongxian of the Metropolitan Procuratorate?"

In the afternoon of the next day, in the Xinuan Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace, when Zhu Changluo, the son of heaven, mentioned the switch in Tianjin, from his face to his tone, he was much worse than Huang Zunsu in the restaurant last night.

The reason for opposing the Tianjin switch, led by Zhao Nanxing and Yang Lian, the two Wenchen of the Ministry of Rites and the Donglin faction of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, was relayed by Emperor Zhu Changluo, which was similar to the version relayed by Huang Zunsu, who was also of the Donglin faction.