I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 12 Is this rope strangled to death?
The Donglin Party misled the country, and the literati misled the country...

The party struggles in the Ming Dynasty were indeed everywhere.

After hearing Wei Zhongxian's words, Zhu Youjian felt elated, and wished that people from both sides would make trouble quickly so that he could let go of the prodigal.

There is no way, the various systems of this Ming Dynasty are too perfect, and there are great restrictions on the emperor, which is not conducive to him spending money indiscriminately, which makes Zhu Youjian very distressed.

The "big project" that could have cost 100 million taels was estimated to be a small project of 5000 taels after the Ministry of Industry, the Ministry of Households, the Cabinet, and the Supervisor of Rituals, etc., reviewed and deleted it step by step.

Even, if you meet some high-ranking civil servants, you may directly veto the emperor's "prodigal plan"...

How can this work, I am the emperor, if I can't be a prodigal, what's the point?
"Zhongxian, I want to say a few words about you, don't talk about the Donglin Party," Zhu Youjian scolded with a smile: "Let's talk about Song Yingxing first, what's going on?"

"Long Live Lord, this Song Yingxing... this servant knows!" Wei Zhongxian said with some annoyance: "Besides, this is a crime personally charged by this servant."

"Where is he now?" Zhu Youjian asked.

"If he hadn't been killed by the Donglin Party members, he should still be in the capital," Wei Zhongxian said with some shame, "he is a Juren, and he failed the exam in the capital five times;

He once asked a fellow from the Ministry of Rites to send a self-recommendation letter and a book called Tiangong Kaiwu to the slaves..."

It turned out that this Song Yingxing was not a nerd. He found that he failed in many trials, not because he was poor in his studies, but because he had no money and little backing, so he began to think of ways to 'get out of the way'.

Unexpectedly, the fellow countryman he entrusted to deliver the letter was actually a "Donglin Party remnant" hidden among the "Eunuch Party".

Therefore, when a good scientific work "Tiangong Kaiwu" was handed over to the great eunuch Wei Zhongxian through the hands of scholars, it turned out to be a "fallacy and heresy" advocating the Qingliu literati.

He walked through Wei Zhongxian's door, how could the Donglin Party allow him?

If he is still in the capital this time, it is estimated that there will be more bad luck...

"Is this book useful? Does it cost a lot of money?"

This is what Zhu Youjian is concerned about. If you can't waste money, even the embroidered portrait version of "A Murder Caused by a Cooking Cake" seems to be meaningless.

"This is a wonderful book, long live." Wei Zhongxian carefully flipped through the "Heavenly Craftsmanship", his face was full of surprise, "If the equipment and agricultural tools in this book can be fully promoted in our Ming Dynasty Come on, that's a big deal!"

'Comprehensive promotion?event? '

How much white money would it take to accomplish such a feat?

Zhu Youjian became interested, and suddenly shouted: "Then why don't you go save people for me!"

……

Song Yingxing is still alive.

However, life is a bit hard.

He was dancing with a rope around his neck, hanging from a tree with crooked necks. Two fellow villagers from the Imperial College were grabbing his feet and pulling them down hard, apparently trying to save someone.

"Brother Song Xian, you are so confused, how could you go this way!"

"Yeah, you have old and young, but your career is not going well, so why don't you want to hang yourself..."

Song Yingxing held his breath in his chest, kicked his legs hard, and cursed in his heart long ago, two stinky and shameless beasts, after more than ten years of hard study, have you read to the stomach?
He was so regretful, how could he believe these so-called 'scholars'...

Suddenly, the two scholars who were pulling down vigorously fell silent.

Two huge heads flew high.

In the darkness, the hot blood splashed on Song Yingxing's face and body, emitting an earthy smell, which was sweet and seemed to be quite pleasant.

Song Yingxing was startled, he felt his feet suddenly empty, and half of his tongue stuck out.

Before Song Yingxing could react, he was lifted from the tree, untied the rope around his neck, and panted heavily.

"Are you Song Yingxing?" In the darkness, a deep voice asked coldly.

"It's...Xiaosheng." Song Yingxing coughed and slowly got up from the ground, "Who are you?"

"Let's go."

The other party didn't answer, and as soon as Song Yingxing was mentioned, he walked towards the direction of the imperial city, and he was three or four feet away with one step...

……

Half an hour later, Song Yingxing woke up from the state of flying through the clouds and fog, only to feel that his whole body was dripping wet, and the blue cloth clothes seemed to be wrung out of water.

Being carried face down in someone's hand, and climbing over the wall for half an hour, Song Yingxing's heart was beating wildly in frightened 'plop plop plop', almost uncontrollable.

'Where is this expert? '

He sat on a big vermilion chair, stroked his chest with his hands, panted for a while, and finally felt his heartbeat calm down.

Sitting opposite Song Yingxing was a fair-skinned and dignified old eunuch, about 60 years old, who was drinking a bowl of tea slowly, looking at him with interest.

"Thank you Nine Thousand Years for saving my life!"

Song Yingxing shuddered and slid down from the chair abruptly, bowed his head and thanked him endlessly.

He is not a fool, the other party is wearing a crimson python robe and a three-mountain eunuch hat. In the entire Ming Dynasty, only the great eunuch Wei Zhongxian was dressed like this, right?

"Get up, don't thank our family," Wei Zhongxian chuckled, and asked, "Is the book "Tiangong Kaiwu" really written by you?"

"Yes, yes, it was written by Xiaosheng." Song Yingxing said quickly.

"You are a scholar, if you don't write your sage articles well, why do you still care about those things like farming mulberry to make salt, iron making and shipbuilding?" Wei Zhongxian asked casually, so as to confirm whether the guy rescued by Jin Yiwei is real Song Yingxing.

After all, this kid is going to be sent to the emperor, if he is reckless and sends a fake one, that's fine.

"Master Chitose, Xiaosheng originally wanted to write a sage article to gain fame, but unfortunately, Xiaosheng is dull, and failed to pass the examination five times..." Song Yingxing said with some embarrassment.

"Do you know what is the crime for writing books that are not sages and promoting strange and obscene techniques?" Wei Zhongxian continued to ask.

"Master Chitose, what is said in this Tiangong Kaiwu is all about agriculture, handicrafts, manufacturing and other things that are related to the national economy and the people's livelihood. It is definitely not a book that promotes strange and obscene skills." Sweat rolled down Song Yingxing's forehead.

The great eunuch in front of me, with just a word, even those third-rank and fourth-rank court officials may also be killed. Killing a 'scientist' is almost like crushing an ant...

Wei Zhongxian nodded slightly, and said seriously: "You will stay here tonight, and tomorrow morning, our family will take you to see the emperor."

"Remember, when speaking in front of the emperor, don't show your teeth and show your claws. Be more polite, understand?"

Song Yingxing suddenly heard the word 'Emperor', his face turned green, and he stammered, "Master Qiantui, Your Majesty... Your Majesty wants to summon Xiaosheng?"

Wei Zhongxian nodded, reached out and patted Song Yingxing's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, it should be a good thing."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and went out, surrounded by seven or eight eunuchs and Jin Yiwei, Song Yingxing was speechless.

He stretched out his hand to touch the red mark on his neck, with a confused expression on his face, he muttered, "Is this rope strangled to death? Why does it feel like it's in a dream?"

(End of this chapter)