Beiyang new warlord

"Everyone, don't forget the news from the capital. Mao reversely used the excuse of clearing the land to seize the gentry's ancestral land, expropriated and robbed the gentry and the common people's money, and the people under his rule are full of resentment, just like Dong Zhuo is alive. Everyone, you are going to make the Ming Dynasty Does the country endow such a person?"

The court has become silent again, and now the Southern Dynasty officials are struggling to support the two policies of Mao Jue's official and gentry payment of grain and land measurement! These two directly touch the core interests of the big landlords in the south of the Yangtze River!

However, how long it will take to compromise between the wealth of the land and the life of the whole family, the officials probably don't know in their hearts.

The silent court meeting lasted until noon again, dragging his tired body home, Liu Rushi once again asked urgently while helping him undress.

"My lord, how is the court affairs?"

"It's still the same, women, don't ask!"

This time, Qian Qianyi was not as impassioned as he was a few days ago. Instead, he waved his hand wearily, blocking Liu Rushi's words. A pot of tea, sitting in the living room and drinking it one sip after another.

Just when his eyes were staring with boredom, outside the door, a young man surnamed Qian suddenly trotted in, lying on Qian Qianyi's body, he muttered hastily.

"Dong Weng, Ruan Dabeard sent people to the Luo Mansion in Hangzhou! In addition, Chen Mingxia, Wu Weiye, and Liu Zhengzong also sent people to Hangzhou in the name of visiting relatives. In addition, people from Xia Mansion and Li Mansion went north by boat. The purpose is unknown!"

"Wang Duo, this old man is a fool"

Full of disbelief, he uttered half a sentence, but was swallowed back immediately. Qian Qianyi stroked the gray beard on his face like an old fairy, and turned around like an ant on a hot pot with his hands behind his back. After more than ten minutes, Qian Qianyi gritted his teeth fiercely, and Qian Qianyi also yelled hastily.

"Send someone to bring that boy Qian Zeng to this old man!"

6 Chapter Twenty. The Silent But Deadly Thing

There is a mantra in the marketing world of later generations. In [-], Ma Huateng told you to do the Internet, but you didn’t do it. In [-], Ma Yun told you to do e-commerce, but you didn’t come. Now I tell you to do it. If you don’t come, you will have no chance in the future. up!

This sentence really has practical significance in Nanming at this time. That is Qian Zeng. The Qian family deliberately lowered the price by relying on their great business, and even tried to occupy the north-south bank established by Mao Jue hesitantly, and controlled the economic lifeline of Dongjiang, which attracted Mao Jue's disgust. If you don't make the trip, you will be left behind.

Nowadays, in the entire Jiangnan maritime business, the most powerful is the Hangzhou Luo family. As for Qian Zeng, he is still playing the role of "business manager", and then runs small businesses to supply the family.

At this time, Qian Qianyi summoned him, no less than the CEO of later generations summoned the bottom salesman who was fighting on the front line. Knowing that Qian Qianyi wanted to see him, Qian Zeng almost ran away from Songjiang overnight. In the past, he appeared in front of Qian Qianyi early the next morning.

It's just that Qian Qianyi's request immediately turned this enthusiastic "business manager" into a wilting eggplant like a beaten eggplant!

"Uncle Clan, Lord Mao is now the regent, and the younger generation is just a small businessman, how can we make him sell face?"

A round face was pulled like a bitter gourd, Qian Zeng spread his hands sadly, but Qian Qianyi didn't give up, he still asked hopefully.

"Didn't you and the Prince Regent be friends of the same age? We all say that you are rich, don't forget each other! You should be able to talk!"

People are greedy. In essence, there is actually no difference between Qian Qianyi, who is known as the leader of Donglin Romance, and Ruan Dacheng, who took refuge in Wei Zhongxian back then. The only difference is that Ruan Dacheng was a bit unlucky. The position was given to someone else, and in a fit of rage, Ruan Dacheng joined the eunuch party.

Now that he has managed to sit in the Ministry of Rites and has great power in his hands, how can he be willing to let go so easily?In front of his juniors, Qian Qianyi, who was eager to protect the official, forgot all those fancy cultures, and he spoke eagerly and urgently.

"This old man has tens of thousands of students and is famous in Jiangnan. You go to Jiangbei to meet the regent, as long as he agrees to seal me as Minister of the Ministry of War in Nanjing! This old man is willing to bring Hongguang's ministers to surrender, and as long as you rely on this old man, Jiangnan will definitely be stable." !"

"As long as this is done, one branch of your Huangjiang Village can move into the Qian Family Ancestral Temple! In the future, you will also be a descendant of the inner clan, no longer a remote branch! This old man will also accept you as a personal disciple, and pass some imperial examinations!"

The family is also a small kingdom, especially for the Chinese people who worship ancestors in this era, it is quite an honor to be able to move the ancestors' spiritual tablets to the ancestral hall and receive incense from the whole family, and Qian Zeng is also very eager.

Not to mention being the disciple of Qian Qianyi, the chief resident, that is a high position that anyone in the clan can talk about!Being an official is such a trivial matter, why do you use such a lowly way of running around and being looked down upon by others?

The problem is! Chongzhen went to Dongjiang in the second or third year, and it was Mao Jue who met him. When Chongzhen went to Dongjiang in the fourth or fifth year, it was Su Changmei, Fatty Su, who met him. He couldn't even enter the gate of the Liaodong Yamen. What would he use to meet Mao Jue and introduce him as an official fan uncle?

Dazed here, Qian Zeng hated those Changshu Qian family elders who were short-sighted and rat-like. If they hadn't relied on the old to bully others, looked down on a group of warriors, and hated Dongjiang, the current riches of the Luo family in Hangzhou belonged to them up!

"Can it be done!"

Feeling anxious, Qian Qianyi couldn't help asking again. He wanted to veto it with a sad face, but a burst of singing and singing suddenly reached Qian Zeng's ears. He subconsciously looked down. one light.

Qian Qianyi is an elegant person, and his mansion is naturally full of literary and artistic atmosphere. In the small courtyard under the Rushi building on the second floor, various rare plants are planted, and some varieties have sprouted and bloomed even in March. out.

In the warm morning light, a beauty wearing a scholar's blue shirt, but with beautiful long hair and a shawl, full of femininity and a bit of a masculine husband's heroic temperament, is singing a little song from the south of the Yangtze River, loosening the soil and fertilizing these plants, occasionally sideways Against the backdrop of Chu Yang, the beautiful face from the past was as brilliant as a goddess.

Looking at her, an old event suddenly came to mind, which made Qian Zengshi's eyes light up.

"Nephew! Didn't your father teach you not to see evil and not to listen to evil?"

In front of women, men are always selfish, even the old man Qian Qianyi is the same. Seeing this boy staring at Liu Rushi, the jewel in his palm, his eyes were blank, Qian Qianyi coughed suddenly in a little annoyance, and reminded him in a bad voice.

Who knew that these words made Qian Zeng wake up quickly, and shouted excitedly: "Uncle Clan, when my nephew ran away to Dongjiang, he donated a Western skinny horse to the regent on behalf of Wang Dashang of Yangzhou. It is said that he is favored abnormally, and even put him in a high position, which can influence the political affairs of Liao Town!"

"If the clan uncle wants to seek an official position from the regent and be worthy of a high position in the new dynasty, then offering a woman with both talent and beauty as a stepping stone will definitely get twice the result with half the effort! What do you think?"

"A woman with both talents and looks!"

This proposal actually moved Qian Qianyi's heart, pinching his white beard, the Merry Master couldn't help thinking.

"Which woman in the family or around you can be called qualified? No, there are too many young ladies in the boudoirs. According to the current status of the regent, you don't even look down on them. You must be famous, then"

"Uncle Clan, why do you need to bother about this, it's far away, right in front of you?"

"reconciliation?"

Qian Zeng's eyes drifted down wretchedly, and his eyes fell on Liu Rushi. Qian Qianyi's old face turned green in an instant.

bang~

The door was pushed open abruptly, and several servants beat him out abruptly with sticks. His forehead was covered with bruises, and Qian Zeng still lay down on the door unwillingly and knocked on it.

"Uncle Clan! It's just a Qinhuai prostitute! The reputation and status of the Qian family is important! Would you think about it?"

"Uncle Clan, if you don't come out, I will mention it to the elders of the family!!!"

"Uncle Clan!!!"

For Liu Rushi, Qian Qianyi's feelings are still very special. There are lovers, friends who cherish each other, and even a little father-daughter feeling. In the history without Mao Jue, it is because of Liu Rushi that Qian Qianyi, who is too cold, is here. Shi Linzhong restored his bad reputation, and Liu Rushi did regard him as the reliance of his entire life. Historically, Qian Qianyi had just died, and his nephew and student Qian Zeng came to fight for the family property. The poor man who lost his support hanged himself from the beam. Before he died, he still asked Qian Qianyi to make up his own mind for his last words to his children.

For this woman, Qian Qianyi certainly couldn't bear it!

It's just that he is reluctant, but he has everything!

"The wind is snowing and the snow is white, a sage is coming from the north! Ping the thief An Minjun, a good lord, Jiang Zuo's little minister admires me so much!"

While reading, the only chance this time to follow Mao Jue to the south was the head of the female guard who couldn't help evoking a strong smile, but Mao Jue was confused by the nasty poems. If you put aside the political background , Maybe this one has to be regarded as a love poem written by a lover to a lover! It's too basic!

In particular, this poem was written by Wu Weiye, who is known as the Three Great Masters in Jiangbei, an old man over half a century old.

Mao Jue only brought 13 people with him when he left Jinan, and the number soared to more than 30 in ten days when he hit the Yangtze River. Originally, Nanming's troops became the vanguard of the Ming Dynasty. caused a great impact.

In the past few days, Mao Jue has received no fewer than hundreds of letters of loyalty from Jiangnan. Among them are famous and powerful ministers of the court and China like Wu Weiye. The previous one-sided tone has also been reversed, and they have attacked Mao Jue for falsehood. The crown prince’s words dissipated in smoke, replaced by criticizing Zhu Yousong’s injustice for winning the country! According to the order of succession, the real prince’s remarks should be abdicated, and even more radical ones simply said that Daming’s life is exhausted, and the newly promoted saint should be abdicated!

Moreover, compared to the sneaky behavior before, these scholars and talented scholars deliberately revealed their names, trying to spread it to his ears. Once the army crosses the river and is appreciated by Mao Jue, they will become prosperous!

After snatching the scroll back from Ying Ji, Mao Jue threw it into the brazier casually. After thinking about it, he couldn't bear it. After all, this thing is a trick. Once Wu Weiye repented and leaked the letter, his reputation would be ruined!

Stuffing this nasty book of poems into the book box next to the desk of the Zhongjun tent, Mao Jue hung up the lock with a resentful slam, and played with the happy Yingji like a chicken again. Wave your hands.