Daming: I'm rotten, my father is Hu Weiyong

Chapter 30
Great cold season.

The last season at the end of the year, the 11th year of Hongwu is not long after the Great Cold.

It was getting colder and colder in Zhilan Garden, and the small lake in the back garden was covered with a thick layer of ice.

The chief entourage of Prime Minister Zuo's official residence got up early in the morning from the inverted room, wearing thick coarse cloth jackets, exhaled white air and began to remove dust.

The ladies in charge of the gardens lead the maids to "paste the windows", and there is a custom of "pasting the windows in exchange for auspiciousness" during the severe cold season.

While pasting the windows with new paper, auspicious window grilles will also be pasted on the windows.

As usual, Hu Hanshan lingered on the satin bat-pattern quilt and refused to get up, but in today's severe cold season, he had to get up from the quilt.

Before dawn, I went to the Baishou Garden to pay my respects to my grandma, but I didn't dare to go to the Zhongshan Garden of my father Hu Weiyong.

Some time ago, the beating of Ma Fan, the uncle of the country, caused a lot of trouble. Although Queen Ma didn't blame Hu Hanshan in any way, she reprimanded the uncle of the country, Ma Fan.

But the matter of offending Empress Ma's younger brother was really too stupid. Hu Hanshan stayed at home for several days and didn't dare to go to Zhongshan Garden.

After dawn and dusk.

The old lady took Hu Weiyong, Hu Hanshan and his son to make tooth sacrifices, and went to the suburbs of Beijing to pay homage to the father-in-law of the land, praying for auspicious and safe year.

After working until noon, the whole family finished their tooth ritual and went home to prepare for the end tooth banquet.

During the tooth sacrifice, Hu Hanshan had been closely beside the old lady. During the worship, no one could speak, and the father and son had no communication.

The whole family sat in the hall of Baishou Garden to eat the tail teeth feast, and it was inevitable that Hu Hanshan would talk to his father Hu Weiyong.

In order to forcibly avoid talking to his father Hu Weiyong, Hu Hanshan just kept stuffing various dishes into his mouth.

Hu Weiyong always had a serious face, sitting on the pear official hat chair solemnly, eating the dishes bite by bite.

Neither fast nor slow.

According to the scriptures, Hu Hanshan had some doubts about whether his father Hu Weiyong was a wooden man.

The tail teeth feast is over.

Hu Weiyong heard from the housekeeper at home that Emperor Hongwu had summoned him, put on a black gauze hat, put on a first-grade crane patch red official uniform, and went to the palace.

Hu Hanshan breathed a sigh of relief, and ran to a study in Baishouyuan, drinking the best Tanchun tribute tea while admiring the snowy scene of monstera mixed with light snow.

Thinking that it will be Hongwu's 11th year in a few days, the good mood that was not reprimanded by his father Hu Weiyong disappeared in an instant.

It's been 12 years since Hong Wu of Zhu Jiu Clan, and only a little more than a year is left.

Only a little over a year to live.

What happened after the beating of Ma Fan, the uncle of the country, made Hu Hanshan even more restless in the official residence all day long.

As good as Emperor Hongwu was to the common people, he was ruthless to the officials.

The more than 1000 heads that fell down from the Suzhou Mansion are ironclad evidence.

All the corrupt officials and unkind business names that were cut down were all applauded by the people who went to watch. Emperor Hongwu's reputation in the hearts of the people gradually reached a level that no emperor of the past dynasties had.

As for the bureaucratic gentry who mastered the pen, I guess he should be the founding emperor with the worst reputation.

It is indispensable to write some pretentious and resentful words in some unofficial biographies, slandering the Hongwu Emperor who never lenient in killing corrupt officials.

Hu Hanshan sighed, thinking that it would be great if he was born in the family of ordinary people, but his father was the victim of the four major cases "Hu Weiyong case" in the early Ming Dynasty.

As many as 3 noble officials were implicated.

Just thinking about it, Hu Hanshan couldn't sleep.

Time is getting tighter and tighter, so we have to hurry up and put it badly.

When you are in the yamen.

Hu Hanshan originally thought about going to the east of Wuding Bridge after eating first, to see if there was any place that could continue to be bad.

Unable to resist the old lady's idea of ​​repairing the relationship between their father and son, she can only wait for her father Hu Weiyong to have dinner together.

In the past, at least it took three or four incense sticks to wait until the end of the hour and the beginning of the hour after the sky was completely dark before he could wait for his father Hu Weiyong.

I don't know if there is any big happy event today, but father Hu Weiyong uncharacteristically released him early and left.

It was still dark, and it took less than half a stick of incense time.

Prime Minister Zuo's blue woolen official sedan chair stopped in the front yard, and the bearers parked the blue woolen official sedan chair in the stables. Hu Weiyong walked towards Baishou Garden with a serious face as before.

However, it can be seen from his brisk steps that Hu Weiyong is in a good mood.

After dinner.

Hu Hanshan glanced at his powerful father, Hu Weiyong, and brought a cup of tea to him: "Father, this is a cup of tea made from the spring water in Pearl Spring."

Hu Weiyong nodded slightly, blew on the hot air, and took a sip.

There was a pause.

Hu Weiyong talked about a big happy event, no less than getting married to Fu Yuxi: "I thought you were an ignorant bastard, but I never thought you could write Linjiang immortals and bring forth new lacquer books."

"Although His Majesty has no apparent praise, judging from the incident with Ma Fan, His Majesty is still satisfied with you."

satisfaction?

When Hu Hanshan heard that his father, who was the head of civil servants, said that Emperor Hongwu was satisfied with him, he was secretly delighted.

He couldn't help but smile again and again.

The other influences brought by Linjiang Xian and Qi Shu were too great, and he was directly praised as the number one talented person in Jinling, who had been a fool for many years.

Fortunately, because of the rejection of the feudal lords, some stupid and loyal literati were indignant, and finally reduced the number one talented person in Jinling to the top three talented people in Jinling.

Although the reputation is still too great, it is still a little more relaxed than Jinling's number one talent.

Hu Hanshan hadn't calmed down about the number one talented scholar in Jinling, but Hu Weiyong brought him another bolt from the blue.

Hu Weiyong put down the official kiln teacup in his hand and stroked his beard: "But it's not enough to only make a difference in poetry and poetry. You are the successor of the Hu party, and my father wants to cultivate your knowledge in economics. "

"I found a famous teacher for you, and if I tell you, I will definitely understand the good intentions of my father to you."

Don't be Song Lian, don't be Song Lian.
When Hu Hanshan heard that his father Hu Weiyong had found a famous teacher for him, he couldn't stop chanting the name in his heart.

This person is indeed famous enough that he can even be called a Confucian scholar in China.

But Song Lian was the master of the Five Classics of Prince Zhu Biao, and even a famous civil servant in eastern Zhejiang.

His status in the civil servants of eastern Zhejiang is equivalent to Hu Weiyong's status in Huaixi, the prime minister of the left.

Many civil officials in eastern Zhejiang were former students of Song Lian.

If he really became Song Lian's disciple, wouldn't Hu Hanshan want to inherit Hu Weiyong's Hu party in the future, as well as many old disciples under Song Lian's sect.

Just thinking about it, Hu Hanshan couldn't help shivering, his body trembling.

God does not fulfill one's wishes.

Hu Weiyong stopped stroking his beard, his serious old face became much more kind because he was in a good mood.

He said a name that made Hu Hanshan terrified.

"This person is Song Lian, the future emperor teacher."

(End of this chapter)