Domineering Daming

Officials from Zhejiang one after another, both in the court and in the opposition, with great reputation and little prestige, regardless of their status, visited Zhou Weijing one after another.

The governor's yamen that had been burnt down was being rebuilt rapidly. Zhou Weijing stood on the attic of Hangzhou Mansion, watching from afar, with a smile on his lips and a relaxed expression.

Huang Dezhong and Li Dongxu stood behind him, looking at his expression, their eyes were slightly different.

Li Dongxu's heart moved, he took a step forward and said: "My lord, is there any good way?"

Zhou Weijing smiled without saying a word, leaning on the railing with both hands, and said with a smile: "You will know soon."

Li Dongxu, Huang Dezhong and others frowned and looked at each other, still puzzled.

Zhou Weijing's actions hit the nail on the head. Many people also saw Zhang Fuzhi, an old fox, and learned to confine the younger generations involved in the rehabilitation of the society at home, including Gu Yanwu, Chen Zilong and other backbones of the rehabilitation society.

However, Fushe, which has lost its backbone, is getting more and more out of control. There are tens of thousands of scholars in various places in the south of the Yangtze River supporting Zhejiang, and large-scale associations are also brewing.

The fact that Zhang Pu can't get out doesn't mean he has no other way, in the backyard of the Zhang family, in a woodshed.

There are only four people, Xia Yunyi, Hou Qizeng, Yang Tingshu, and the leader of Fushe, Zhang Pu.

Hou Qizeng looked solemn, and said: "Qandu, the imperial court is determined to drive us away. I heard from the governor's office that we and others have already been on the 'black list' and are prohibited from entering the Provincial Academy of Arts."

Xia Yunyi's face was ugly, and he said in a cold voice: "The imperial court is incapable of realizing our intentions. If this continues, Daming will only fall into the abyss from which he cannot extricate himself!"

Yang Tingshu looked at Zhang Pu, and said with shame on his face: "I hesitated and doubted Qiandu before, but now I think about it, I am really ashamed. The court clearly planned it long ago, to drive Fushe to extinction, and this time it will be fierce. Won't stop."

Zhang Pu listened to the words of several people, especially Yang Tingshu, his expression remained unchanged, but his heart was complacent. It's all imminent, and now there is only one way to save it!"

The three of them cheered up and said in unison: "Quickly say it!"

Zhang Pu looked out of the window, leaned closer, and said in a low voice: "You three, we must let the imperial court see our strength. I have written a letter and agreed to hold a meeting in Huqiu in five days. When the time comes, once we are united, The number of people alone exceeds ten thousand!"

The eyes of all three are wide open. If the number of people joining the club exceeds ten thousand, the energy behind it will definitely make the court look sideways and will not act rashly again!

Hou Qi once said: "Okay! Okay, great! Gandu, when the time comes, you will climb up and shout, and followers will definitely gather!"

Yang Tingshu's eyes flickered, suppressing the excitement in his heart, he said: "It's not enough, let's invite a few more adults to go together as witnesses!"

Xia Yunyi put both hands on the table, and said excitedly: "Good idea! My father has an old relationship with Mr. Wang Xiangjin, and he also appreciates our Fushe very much, and he will definitely be willing to go!"

"Yeah!" Zhang Pu also agreed, and looked at the three of them cautiously and said: "Find a few more people, and the momentum must be big! Also, I remember that the day after tomorrow is the birthday of Mr. Xuezheng Li's mother, you are coming Find me to join and leave Hangzhou together!"

All three would agree, and said, "Don't worry about dryness!"

The turmoil in the south of the Yangtze River is surging and turbulent, and other places are not calm.

Shaanxi, Yulin.

Song Xiance's life is not good these days, although he escaped from the prison, he can only hide in Tibet, relying on some friends to support him, and he also knows that his official career has been cut off, so he can only live on.

However, recently he met a very nice person named Huang Lai'er. I don't know the exact name. Those who are chaotic will invite him to drink.

He knew that Huang Lai'er liked scholars very much, and he was also knowledgeable, so the two of them seemed to be very close.

One day, he came to Huang Lai'er's yard with the wine in his hand. Seeing that the door was open, he didn't care. He walked in with a smile and said loudly, "Brother, I'm here to ask you for a drink."

But there was no answer after calling a few times, he stepped forward suspiciously, and as he got closer, there were bursts of strange voices in his ears.

As a frequent visitor to the brothel, he could hear it naturally, shook his head and smiled, and said: "Brother Huang, you are really impatient."

But suddenly his face changed, the man's voice was not his brother Huang Lai'er!

Song Xiance was dressed in a Confucian shirt, with a fair complexion, standing there as if struck by lightning, stiff and unable to move.

He frowned tightly, his face changed a few times, and finally he stared at the room coldly, turned and left.

At this moment, his brother Huang Lai'er was also in trouble. Although the post station gave more money, after the purge, the secret income disappeared, and he was used to being extravagant, so he borrowed a lot of money, which is still not paid. , was being chased for debt with a knife, and was also hiding in Tibet, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Shandong, Jinan, governor's yamen.

Li Yan sat in front of the desk, staring at the book in his hand, unable to read it no matter what.

He has been in a bad mood recently, because he failed the two entrance examinations to the Provincial Academy of Arts, and only had one chance left. If he failed the examination again, it would mean that his official career would be cut off.

His wife, Tang Shi, brought a bowl of ginseng soup and comforted him softly: "Husband, why don't you go out and relax, you will be in a better mood, and you will be able to read."

Hearing this, Li Yan threw down the book in his hand, and said with a cold face: "Hmph, I don't know which stupid official proposed to cancel the imperial examination, and a large number of places in the Academy of Arts were given to poor families. There is no justice in this. It’s clear that they don’t want us to be officials! No wonder Jiangnan Shilin is making trouble, if it were me, I wouldn’t give up!”

Tang has a gentle temperament, walked over, gently pinched his shoulder, and said softly: "Husband, don't your father have three places for recommendation? As long as your father recommends you, you can directly enter the Provincial Academy of Arts without taking the exam." gone."

As compensation for the abolition of the imperial examinations, officials of the seventh rank and above in the Ming Dynasty have quotas to recommend students for admission.

Li Yan frowned. He has a strong nature, but he would not enter the Academy of Arts through "nepotism". In his opinion, if he entered the Academy of Arts like this, his official career would not be glorious!

Li Yan suppressed the irritability in his heart, and picked up the book again: "Okay, let's go."

Tang nodded slightly. In her opinion, her husband was just unlucky.After all, her husband was a Juren during the reign of Tianqi, so it is not difficult to become a Jinshi, let alone just take an exam in an academy.

In fact, such people abound in the northern provinces where political reforms have been completed.

The exam questions come from the Royal Political Academy in the capital, and they are biased towards "people's livelihood", "economy" and "pragmatic".In contrast, many children from poor families can easily pass the exam.And as colleges and universities bloom everywhere, with more and more students, the competition faced by the children of wealthy families will become greater and greater.

This is not just for admission, but also for future career!

Hangzhou Mansion, Zhang Mansion.

Only one day later, Hou Qizeng, Xia Yunyi and others walked into Zhang's residence with smiles on their faces.

Hou Qi once raised his hand to Zhang Fuzhi, and said respectfully: "My lord, tomorrow is Xuezheng Master Li's mother's birthday, we are here to invite Qiandu to go with us."

Zhang Fuzhi took a sip of tea, glanced at the three of them indifferently, paused for a while, and said to the servant: "Go and call Lao Ba."

Hou Qizeng's eyes flashed with joy, and he stood there respectfully.

Zhang Fuzhi's expression was indifferent, and his whole body was majestic. He looked at the three of them and frowned, but he didn't say anything.

Zhang Pu came soon, raised his hand to Zhang Fuzhi and bowed, "Uncle."

Zhang Fuzhi looked calm, and said: "Tomorrow is Li Xuezheng's mother's birthday, if you want to go, go, if you can't come back, you won't come back."

Hearing Zhang Fuzhi's words, Zhang Pu frowned deeply. Zhang Fuzhi told him clearly in front of outsiders: "If you leave this door today, you are not from the Zhang family"!

He was well aware of this uncle's methods, looked at Hou Qizeng and the others, raised his hand and said solemnly: "I also ask uncle for advice."

Zhang Fuzhi glanced at him, stood up and walked inside, his voice came back faintly: "There is news from the capital that all Donglin Party members from Ye Xianggao and below have been dismissed and sent to prison. In half a day, the news will arrive."

Zhang Pu's eyes widened sharply, but Hou Qizeng couldn't believe it, and said loudly: "Impossible! The influence of the adults in Donglin is so great, how dare the court!"

Just as Hou Qizeng's words fell, a servant stumbled over, chased after Zhang Fuzhi's back, and said loudly: "Master, it's not good, Mr. Wang has been imprisoned!"