The Ming Dynasty started with caution

In the morning court,

Ma Wensheng reported the review of the year-end plan and withdrew to the queue of the Ministry of Personnel.

Liang Chu's face moved slightly, and he stepped forward and took out a memorial from his sleeve: "Your Majesty, I feel that I am incapable of doing this, so I beg to resign. My son, Cifu, will resign with me. I beg Your Majesty to grant my approval."

The hall fell into silence.

The officials were stiff for a moment, then recovered from their shock and burst into noisy voices.

Yan Chengjin looked up in astonishment, and did not expect Liang Chu to be so strong.

Civil officials love reputation, social death, and may kill people.

In the early Ming Dynasty, the civil servants in the court were upright, and shameless officials like Wan'an were exceptions.

Many officials have to save face.

Xie Qian and the other two looked back in disbelief, looking at Liang Chu. Liang Chu was outspoken and dared to remonstrate, upright and incorruptible, and extremely talented.

He is a rare honest official in the court. His resignation is a loss to the court.

The most surprised person was Ma Wensheng. He exchanged a few words with Liang Chu when he went to court. Unexpectedly, he decided to resign.

Emperor Hongzhi opened his mouth slightly and took a deep breath: "Liang Qing family, please don't act on impulse. I won't allow it. Go back to your house and take a rest first."

Liang Chu was grateful and thought about it and put the memorial back into his sleeve.

Only a few days later, Yan Chengjin heard that Liang Chu was ill at home. According to his previous life, Liang Chu still had more than 20 years to live.

Yan Chengjin asked Wang Ji to consult with him to avoid being blamed by His Majesty.

When Wang Shouren returned to his house, he was surprised to see Liang Ci'an hiding behind the stone lion.

"You said that everyone can be a general?"

"Yes, I said so. Not only that, everyone can be a saint."

"But I am weak, I can only shoot arrows, and my talent is not as good as Wang Yue. How can I be a general?"

"It is enough to know how to shoot. You can study the art of war. I think you are not a dull person." Wang Shouren felt that Liang Zifu had the talent of a general.

These days, in Wuzijian.

I heard that Liang Cifu secretly went to the kitchen to hide steamed buns before eating, and often used the pain in his body to shirk training. He cried and screamed when he was slightly punished.

At the least, it was sneaky and cunning, and at the most, it was a strategy.

And he is not afraid of death. Maybe he is really a general as Brother Gao said.

"I want to go back to Wuzijian, but Lord Wang must promise the student that he cannot train too much, let alone punish."

Liang Zifu knew it was unlikely, but he still said it.

Wang Shouren looked calm: "I promise you."

Yan Mansion,

The New Year is approaching, and I don't know how my father is doing at the border. Yan Chengjin decided to write a letter:

In less than three years, the court will attack the Tatars. Is Dad training at the border? I heard that the Great Wall at the border has been built to Alashan. At that time, the three borders of Yansui will be stable and peaceful, and it will be difficult to make military achievements. I want to ask His Majesty to transfer Dad to Liaodong, where wars are frequent. What do you think... The New Year is approaching, and when Dad sees the letter, I am afraid that the New Year will have passed. I have been promoted to the Chief Censor, but this position is only one of the nine ministers, which is insignificant. For the sake of the people of the world and for peace, I will ask for promotion and strive for an early... After reading it, burn it.

When I finished writing the letter, I looked out the window and it seemed to be just after noon.

He Neng smiled and said, "Master will be happy to see this. I will buy clothes for you and the housekeeper."

The housekeeper's salary has always been in the account office. He didn't spend money in the border area, so he didn't send it to him.

Yan Chengjin ordered his servants to send the letter to Wang Yue, who was delivered to the camp by Wang Yue's confidant.

Back to Xinyuan to drink tea, the doorman came running to report, "Master, the people from Li's house invite you to come."

Li Dongyang?

Li Dongyang was avoiding him, why did he invite him to the house?

Yan Chengjin came to Li's house suspiciously.

The housekeeper personally welcomed him to the main hall, brewed tea and served snacks.

Li Qing'e came with a brocade plate: "This is a Confucian dress made for Master Yan."

Wearing a snow-blue long skirt, her slender figure made people think deeply, and Yan Chengjin couldn't take his eyes off her.

Li Dongyang coughed dryly: "See if the clothes fit, don't think about it."

His eyes were always fixed on Yan Chengjin, fearing that this boy had dangerous thoughts.

If it weren't for his daughter's pleading, he wouldn't let this boy come to visit during the New Year.

"If you're afraid it's poisonous, leave it to me to wear."

Li Dongyang saw through Yan Chengjin's thoughts and said with a bad face.

Yan Chengjin was stunned and thought for a moment: "I'll try it."

He walked into the side room with a moon-white robe, and soon came out wearing moon-white casual clothes.

"How did Miss know my size?"

Li Qing'e's eyes showed joy: "The mansion's long-serving said it."

Li Dongyang stroked his beard and interrupted ruthlessly: "Take the clothes and go, I'm going to have dinner."

"Dad..."

"It doesn't matter, I have something important to do."

Yan Chengjin came out of the main hall of Li's mansion and met Wang Shouren and Liang Ci'an.

"Brother Gao, I want Brother Liang to go back to Wuzijian."

Liang Ci'an was scared of being beaten by Yan Chengjin, and he was also a second-rank official, so he didn't dare to offend him.

"This man has left Wuzijian."

"I have agreed with Brother Gao that Liang Cifu can go north to guard Liaodong in three months. Please allow him to return to Wuzijian and stop making things difficult for him."

Yan Chengjin got on the sedan chair and faded out of the two people's sight.

Wang Shouren looked at Liang Jiafu: "Brother Gao didn't refute, which means he agreed."

Wuzijian,

Wang Yue held a cane and taught Wang Chun and the other two the Wuzi Art of War.

Liaodong needs a garrison commander, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It is not easy for the court to send a general, which means an opportunity for promotion.

"The generals of the nine borders of the Ming Dynasty, I know them all. Liaodong will become one of the important border towns, this is a great opportunity for promotion."

Han Wen and the other two were training hard around the training ground.

Seeing Wang Shouren and Liang Cifu coming, they shouted: "Come over now."

"Uncle, Cifu doesn't need to practice martial arts in the future."

"How can we fight without practicing martial arts?!"

Liang Cifu was still afraid of Wang Yue, but Wang Shouren actually agreed to stop practicing martial arts, get up every day to listen to Wang Shouren's military tactics, and observe the stars at night.

This made Wang Chun and his brothers envious.

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After the holiday, all officials went to court after the New Year's Day.

Emperor Hongzhi piled up a pile of memorials and took them all to Fengtian Hall.

"In Danzhou, Hainan, there are foreign ships drifted to the port of Xinying, Guangdong by the sea wind. There are more than a dozen foreign people, all of whom are Annan people."

Xiao Jing read in a hoarse voice.

Emperor Hongzhi was displeased: "These foreigners want to enter the Ming Dynasty without any credentials. Send them back to their country!"

Yan Chengjin's eyes flickered. As the land was cultivated in the south, more land was available. The Annan people also sneaked into the Ming Dynasty, pretending to be refugees, and wanted to share the land.

Xiao Jing continued to report: "Liaodong was invaded by the Tatars, and now there is a heavy snow. I, Zhu Youshu, beg for a three-year tax exemption."

Three years?

One year is still excusable, but three years is a bit too much.

Emperor Hongzhi frowned slightly, thinking about whether to approve the request.

Liu Jian said: "Your Majesty, I think two years is enough. Three years will only make the Tatars covet Liaodong more."

Silver left in Liaodong City will attract Tatars. The silver allocated to Liaodong by the court is not a small amount.

"Then exempt the tax for two years. Yan Qing's family, who will the Wuzijian send to the north?"

Yan Chengjin looked at Wang Shouren, and saw Wang Shouren stand up: "Liang Ci'an can go north to guard."

Liang Chu stood in the hall, slightly moved: "Your Majesty, you can't, my son has only been in the Wuzijian for three months, if he loses the city gate..."