Kong Shangyi secretly gritted his teeth and glanced at the two unrelenting faces of Zheng Haizhu and Zhu Yipai.

A pair of embarrassed dog men and women who do it for women!

Let's not talk about the music and dance students who danced like they were mourning, and the descendants of Zhang Xuan who came out must have been arranged by them.

Wenzhou ...... Like Zhang Yaofang, the governor of Lu Mansion, they are all from Zhejiang, and Bao Buqi is the idea that the old man surnamed Zheng gave to Lu Mansion early, and he got people to come here and wait.

But Kong Shangyi saw that Zhu Youxiao did not come, thinking that after all, he had not alarmed the future prince, and there may be room for redemption.

He then swallowed a large cloud of turbid air in his throat and strode to Wang Song in the Ministry of Rites.

"Director Wang, Lu Fan's music and dance students, should have some misunderstanding of the Confucian Temple ritual music. And those who claim to be the descendants of Zhang Ge don't know the truth or falsehood, but they are afraid that they are evildoers with ulterior motives."

Wang Song knew that the current situation was getting more and more wrong, and his first thought was how to get himself out and not wade into this muddy water gushing out without warning.

However, the people in the Ministry of Rites, including himself, have never received less benefits from the Confucian Mansion, and they have taken the hands of others short, and they have not come out at such a critical moment, and after they return to Beijing, they must not be regarded as pewter spearheads by their superiors and abandoned as a shoe?

Wang Song then bluffed his face and scolded Zhang Xisheng: "Look at your headscarf, you are already famous? This official doesn't care if you are the nephew of Zhang Ge's hometown or not, as a scholar, you are so presumptuous in front of the Confucian Temple, you are a rat who sells your reputation and reputation, how can you be an official? If you are still entangled here, this official will not just admonish in public!"

Zhang Xisheng raised his chin and responded with a sneer: "What? It's too early for the old man to call 'the Ministry of Rites', and he wants to bring out the word Ministry of Rites, will I be famous? Master Wang, in everything in the world, you should first discuss the merits, instead of putting on official authority when you come up. The dignified ceremonial department has always claimed to select loyal and virtuous talents for the country, but even if a scholar tells a few words of truth, do they have to shut our mouths so angrily? Then I don't take them to you, master, today, otherwise I won't be able to get half of justice back."

Zhang Xisheng said, turned around and pushed the two peasants out, and said loudly: "Qufu is the Qufu of the Ming Dynasty, not the Qufu of the descendants of his Confucian family, I, a Zhejiang student of the Ming Dynasty, can stand here and speak, how can you, the people of Shandong of the Ming Dynasty, dare not tell the master of the emperor's eldest son and the general of the Lu Domain, about the grievances you have suffered?"

These two peasants, who are brothers in law, were about to sell their children and go to Wenxiang Sect a month ago, but they did not expect that a man who claimed to be a member of the Qincha family found them, not only gave them money, so that they would not be scattered by their wives and grass, but also arranged for them to be said to be a good errand for the meritorious service of the Lord Banzai, if it is done, there will be a greater reward in the future.

As soon as the brothers put it together, they pondered that being favored by the court should be better than rebelling with the Wenxiang Sect, and they were immediately ignited with the flame of hope to change their fate.

Yesterday, I finally understood that it was the door of the Yan Shenggong Mansion to complain, and that the famous scholars would rush ahead of them, and these two yeoman farmers who were full of old grudges against the landlords of the Confucian family were even more gearing up and just waiting to open fire.

At this moment, in order to let more onlookers hear clearly, the two did not rush to Zhu Yipai and Zheng Haizhu, but knelt down on the spot.

The elder brother opened his loud voice and said loudly: "Master Qingtian, our village, since our grandfather Ming conquered the country, it is from Qi Wangzhuang. Later, the king of Qi and his old man were gone, and the court did not assign our piece to the king of Lu. For many years, we have been honestly farming and collecting grain. I never thought that the Yansheng Mansion took a fancy to the fertile fields over there and forced us to contribute. If the villagers are unwilling, they will destroy the fields, and the county lord will not dare to ask......

"You, you people, don't talk nonsense!"

This time, Kong Shangyi, who didn't have to be sideways, stepped forward, and when he heard that the "grievance" pointed directly at Kong Yinzhi of the "Yansheng Mansion", he immediately opened his mouth and reprimanded angrily.

But his heart was really empty.

Most of what the two Tian Shehan said was true.

From the founding of the Ming Dynasty to the present, the thousands of fields obtained by the Confucian Mansion are not only around Qufu, but all over Yuncheng, Juye, Pingyang, Dong'e and other places.

The flourishing houses of the Confucian family did rely on their noble status to constantly encroach on new private land, or induce or forcibly let the yeoman farmers surrender their land

to the name of the Kong family.

There are so many branches of the Confucian family, and each branch has raised so many "thugs", not to mention that it occupies the land, it is not uncommon to bully men and women and set up torture halls privately.

Who would have thought that the ordinary thing that the water could not make a splash in the past has become behind the door today, and someone opened the door at dawn and threw the in the sun in front of the Confucian Temple.

"Diao Min? Hehe," Zhang Xisheng raised his momentum more and more, and said loudly, "Confucius said that cultivating oneself is to appease the people, and he also said that respect, generosity, faith, sensitivity, and benevolence are the way of benevolence. And you, the descendants of Confucius, are tireless in profit, and do not hesitate to drive the people to a dead end, knock out the bones and marrow of the people, and call them Diao Min. I think there are five other words, which are just for you silverfish of the country and the scourge of the people, that is: greed, cruelty, deceit, stupidity, and evil! I have burned incense yesterday to worship my ancestor Zhang Ge, and I will inherit the will of my ancestors and bring the matter of Qufu to the court."

"We are willing to go north with Engong and sue the emperor together!" The two brothers of Qi Wangzhuang also followed suit.

There was a burst of applause like firecrackers on all sides, mixed with the applause of the shishu.

Zheng Haizhu, who was standing with his back sleeves, and Zhu Yipai quickly glanced at each other.

There is no half-joy and pride, but the meaning is all in plain sight.

Qufu is far and near, and it is not an iron plate branded with the word "hole".

Shandong is a province that connects the north and the south, and Yanzhou guards the main canal route, and the different surnames left by the previous dynasties, as well as the different surnames imported from business, have slowly formed clans. Merchants and excellent people are scholars, and officials and excellent people buy land, but the Confucian family in Qufu once even controlled the appointment and dismissal of local civil officials, and now they are intensifying the annexation of land, how can it not cause dissatisfaction among families with different surnames.

At this moment, the scribes in the long robes who clapped their hands and applauded, as well as some men in brocade robes who looked like outsiders, all of them had a look of evil on their faces, and most of them were members of a family with a foreign surname who did not have the surname Kong and wanted to participate in the distribution of power and resources.

Zhu Yipai has come to this point, and he is truly convinced by the women around him since they met.

These chess pieces of hers must not have been arranged on the chessboard one by one after receiving the dictation of the Long Live Lord.

So where is the time?

She was afraid that when she passed by Yanzhou in Beijing last summer, she was thinking about this game of chess.

There are no weak soldiers under the strong generals, she gives orders, and her subordinates are indeed powerful, and these people found by the masters and servants from the south to the north are either from a strong family background, or they have poor grievances, and they are all brave soldiers, and they go straight to the seven inches of the descendants of the Confucian Mansion like a withered and decaying person.

The only one who was temporarily pulled in and sang the opening scene was probably Zhu Yuewen, a music and dance student from his Lu Mansion.

This shows that Zheng is not as arrogant as some famous generals in Biansai, and she does not have the word "foolproof" in her mind, but modifies the plan of the march at any time, just to make the soldiers more overwhelming.

The corners of Zhu Yipai's mouth tugged, and he sighed lightly at Kong Yinzhi and Wang Song of the Ministry of Rites: "Alas, General Ben's rule is not strict, and that Le Wusheng is also a rough character, let me appease you."

The complexions of Kong Shangyi and Kong Yinzhi's uncles and nephews have long been greener than the stone bricks paved at the entrance of the Confucian Temple.

Just when they looked at the little prince of the Lu Domain, who was not a friend or foe, and walked towards the actors who had stripped off their clothes today, they only heard a rush of footsteps behind them.

Cao Huachun's little father-in-law ran over like a gourd.

"Zheng, Master Zheng, brother, he, went to the gate of the county seat, saying that he was going to sell his craft in exchange for Liao's salary, but Gonggong Cao couldn't persuade him."

……

In the south gate of Qufu, next to the well under the towering tree, there is a palace sedan chair transported by horse-drawn boat from Jingshi.

With the sedan chair as the center, dozens of steps around were full of Ouchi guards and small firefighters, all of whom looked vigilantly at the people of Qufu County.

Zhu Youxiao sat on the circle chair in front of the sedan chair, Cao Huachun stood on the left hand, and the right hand side was more eye-catching.

On several large stones stacked crookedly, a small stone was pressed against a three-foot white paper.

There are five big characters in the book: the public loses the son and the descendant.

At this hour, it is the most day in the county

At the moment of the bustle, I heard that the eldest son of the emperor was selling carpentry skills on the street, and the flow of people who were originally going to the Confucian Temple to see the "big opera" were like ants smelling sweeter cake crumbs, and they turned around one after another, and gathered at the south city gate.

Zhu Youxiao has a heavenly demeanor that he has learned well in the capital, and he can have a calm face and straight shoulders.

But he clearly felt that his lips were trembling uncontrollably, and the back of his neck was also beginning to heat hot, apparently oozing fine sweat.

Master Zheng confessed to him that his father Zhu Changluo didn't know the role he was given. Master Zheng said that she, the prince teacher, dared to risk angering Tianyan or being imprisoned and killed, and she had to fight a fierce battle in Qufu.

The young man in the late night conversation, with his blood in his veins, agreed almost without hesitation.

But when he really sat in the light of daylight, facing faces full of surprise, Zhu Youxiao was wrapped in a complicated cramped situation.

Cao Huachun's slightly bowed posture allowed him to easily take in Zhu Youxiao's micro-expression.

The "Cao Gonggong can't persuade him" in the mouth of the little fire person is, of course, false.

But Cao Huachun's last hesitation was only when he heard the cronies who shuttled back and forth report that Zhu Yuewen had finally faded when he opened at the Confucian Temple.

It turns out that Master Zheng, who broke the cauldron and sunk the boat, really sent Juju to the same boat.

Since this woman does what she says, then she can't stop her from temporarily adding a role to her trip, she is too ruthless to offend easily.

The Sacred Heart is unpredictable, maybe Long Live Lord will appreciate this move?

Even if you don't praise or appreciate, at least, the act of smashing the field in the Confucian Temple is more "deviant" than the emperor's eldest son's action of raising money on the street, right? Then the pressure on my own side is actually not too great.

On the contrary, the woman of the Zheng family, hinting at the meaning of herself, is very tempting.

She is optimistic about Father-in-law Wei, but she is not optimistic about Father-in-law Wei's entry into the celebrant supervisor. Father-in-law Cao is a person who came out of the inner study, and the prospects of the inner court are also unlimited.

Thinking of this, Cao Huachun lowered his body a little lower, and asked Zhu Youxiao in a low voice: "Brother, there are a lot of people."

"Well, how about the Confucian Temple?"

"Just now, a slave and maid came to pay homage again, and the son and nephew of the old Zhang Ge in the previous dynasty reprimanded him, and he won the praise of many people in the Shilin."

Zhu Youxiao said "oh".

In a brief silence, an aggressive instinct of a young male overflowed his chest.

What kind of music and dance students who play the qin, what kind of Zhang Zhang's juniors who are not even lifters, they are all done, they are the eldest son of the dragon vein, the arrow, how can they be cowardly.

"Cao Banban, then you still don't shout?"

"Yes, slave and maid."

Cao Huachun took out a wooden cart with a turtledove's head from the box behind the chair.

This is half a month after Zhu Youxiao stayed in the Lu Palace, and when he and Song Yingxing pondered the model of the steam engine, he made half of the wooden wheeled car.

When I say "half", it is just that the part of the steam engine that has not yet been pressed is mature, but the main body of the four-wheeled rolling frame is complete, and a rope can be pulled by manpower in the beak of the turtledove.

Strode up to the crowd of onlookers, and said loudly, "Jiannu is rampant, and Liao is fierce. My Ming official is in the bloody border pass, ah, it is to guard the military forts in the north, and not let the *** people come in and harm our Ming people. The soldiers were so desperate, long live the old man, he was also distressed, and directly saved 100,000 taels of silver from the inner treasury and sent it to the outside of the customs. But as the saying goes, when a soldier rings, there are ten thousand taels of gold. Where is the 100,000 taels of silver? The eldest son of our Ming Emperor, sharing the worries of the Son of Heaven and contributing to the community, today he will use the objects he has spent all these years to make with everyone, and exchange them for some silver to fill in the military salary."

Cao Huachun is also a graduate of the inner study in the end, a highly educated person among the eunuchs of the Ming Dynasty, and the opening remarks were said in one go, and it was not difficult, and the faces of the citizens of Qufu County showed expressions of understanding.

Cao Huachun looked at the six roads and locked the first target.

"Little boy, how about taking this dove cart home? Not expensive

It's only ten taels of silver, and you see, if the car is pulled up, the little wooden man on it will still go around."

The object of Cao Huachun's photo was a seven or eight-year-old boy, dressed in brocade clothes, wearing a silver collar with exquisite craftsmanship around his neck, and he looked like a child of a wealthy family.

The child was really not as suspicious and timid as the adults around him, a pair of eyes stared directly at the dove, and his steps were already towards Cao Huachun.

The housekeeper beside him dared to hesitate, and he kept making troubles, and said to Cao Huachun on the other hand: "Ah, the villain's main family is really a great creation. The father-in-law forgave the sin, and the villain only brought five taels of silver with him, so he asked the little man to hurry up and get some more."

Cao Huachun kindly put the cart in the boy's hand and said to the housekeeper, "Don't worry, let's wait." You lords and servants, you have to thank His Royal Highness the eldest son even more, don't you?"

The housekeeper was busy holding the boy and kneeling down to kowtow to Zhu Youxiao.