Daming Yinghua

Chapter 63 The Unreasonable Master Huang
Six-year-old Huang Zongxi hid behind the pillars near the gate in the veranda and looked at the situation in front of his house.

In this little child's limited life memory, whether it is Yuyao's hometown or Songjiang Prefecture, not to mention the other women, even grandmother and mother, when they talk to their father, they have never seen Miss Zheng's expression at this moment.

Huang Zongxi felt that Miss Zheng's stern direct gaze and her frown when she spoke were not like a girl, but more like a teacher in her own school.

So he moved his body towards the door again, trying to hear clearly what Miss Zheng was arguing with her father.

He has to go back and report to his mother.Mother likes Miss Zheng, and works hard for what she will do with Miss Zheng. He has seen it in his eyes and in his heart these days.

"Master Huang, you don't need to give calligraphy, and you don't need to count our Shoukuan Academy as a member of social studies, but you promised Grandma Huang to teach, how can you go back on your word now?"

At this moment, Huang Zunsu stood coldly with his sleeves behind his back facing the low-pitched but angry Zheng Haizhu.

He had just come off duty from the mansion, and he was still wearing a blue official robe, standing in front of the house like this, confronting the maids of the Han mansion, it was indeed a bit eye-catching.

But Huang Zunsu didn't intend to invite her into the house to talk.

Indeed, this girl had shared hardships with him in the bandit's house. Without her unhesitating chisel, I might have been killed by the bandit's knife.

In addition to her chivalry and kindness, she has some skills. After going to Yingtian Mansion by herself for half a month, she has already rented out the yard of the Yishu like those generals who siege the city and tear up the house.

However, a gentleman is a metaphor for righteousness, and a villain is a metaphor for profit. If this girl wanders in the zone between a gentleman and a villain, opportunistic, and has the heart to cling to eunuchs, he, Huang Zunsu, will respect him and stay away.

Not only should you stay at a respectful distance from yourself, but you should also prevent your wife from interacting with her.

The gate of Huang's mansion is unwilling to open to her again.

Huang Zunsu then said bluntly: "Miss Zheng, as soon as I returned to Songjiang, I heard that there was a murder case in Shanghai County. If the girl hadn't gone to Eunuch Liu to follow up and speak, this case would not be closed so quickly."

On the way here, Zheng Haizhu guessed that Huang Zunsu's sudden attack on him after returning from a business trip must be because he heard that he had made friends with eunuchs.

At this time, there are still four or five years before the first dynasty of the Apocalypse, and the famous [-]-year-old Wei Zhongxian is probably still sacrificing his salary, and the eunuch party has not yet formed in the court. The hostility and even the impeachment of the mining tax eunuch and the weaving admiral eunuch who talked about Tianxian have gained momentum.

Huang Zunsu, a man of the Donglin School who is full of beauty, and a civil servant of the Ming Dynasty who regards himself as a gentleman, no matter how mature his political wisdom will be in the future, most eunuchs are rejected at present.

At this moment, upon hearing his sarcasm, it was true.

Zheng Haizhu then stared at Huang Zunsu frankly: "Yes, by chance, the two sons of the Zhang family in Shanyin I met were the former owners of the wronged nun in the murder case, and it happened that Eunuch Liu from the Suzhou Weaving and Dyeing Bureau came to visit me The weaving workshop of the Han Mansion, I asked Eunuch Liu to intervene in this case."

"Miss Zheng, there are so many officials in the two capitals and thirteen provinces of the Ming Dynasty, when will it be the turn of the internal officials to abuse the lawsuit?"

Zheng Haizhu said calmly: "Yes, Mr. Huang, you just pushed the official, but you happened to go to Yingtian Mansion. When the county magistrate in Shanghai tried the case, I also stood in the hall and listened. The magistrate looked down on that nun very much. I As long as you listen with your head, it is hard to believe that he will judge the case impartially."

Huang Zunsu said coldly: "You can wait for me to come back, the imperial court criminals are not executed so quickly, why can't you wait?"

Zheng Haizhu shook his head resolutely: "I can't wait. In a homicide case, once there are any clues, we must quickly track down, detect, interrogate, and take confessions. The county lord has the power but it doesn't look like it can be used well. Liu Gonggong has more power , and is willing to use it to solve doubts, why can't we grassroots ask him? Facts have proved that under his interrogation, the real culprits were caught in a series, and the magistrates and officials of Shanghai County followed him from beginning to end. Eunuch Liu didn't let them stand aside. In the eyes of Mr. Huang, are these eight words so unbearable in the eyes of Mr. Huang?"

"Worth, wow!" Huang Zunsu was choked by Zheng Haizhu for a while, so he just sneered, "Miss Zheng is really useful, and she even dedicated a play to Eunuch Liu, and the streets and alleys want to sing."

Zheng Haizhu confronted him tit for tat: "Who in the countryside gave birth to a son, and they even set up a stage to sing the Three Heavens Meeting. Eunuch Liu saved his life. Can't the sufferer thank him? The eldest son of the Zhang family is better at writing drama books than Tang Xianzu, The family is rich, so why can't he hire a troupe to sing about this case? Oh yes, I also helped a lot, so their brothers also thanked me and gave our academy a large sum of money. I can get the money Feel at ease and happy, because I can use this money to teach poor children some skills. Mr. Huang, from the beginning to the end of the whole thing, the only reason I can think of to make you angry is because Eunuch Liu is an internal official. So, you just treat people and do things wrong."

"you!"

For the first time, Huang Zunsu found that the girl was so sharp-tongued and lacking in propriety, she didn't want to be with her anymore, and was about to walk in, when she saw a small figure approaching from far away.

It turned out to be Xiaoru, the daughter of the owner of the tofu shop in Xiangkou, who was about the same age as Huang Zongxi.

Little Rubi was holding a piece of rice paper carefully while holding the tofu, staring at the densely packed writing on it, so she didn't look up until she walked to the door of Huang's house.

The children of poor people have long been in charge of the family. Xiao Ru helped her parents manage the tofu stall not long after she could walk.

Xiao Ru respectfully bowed to Huang Zunsu, and said softly, "Master Huang is well."

Huang Zunsu was still at war with Zheng Haizhu just a moment ago, but now facing his cute little neighbor, his expression has not relaxed so quickly, and his tone has softened: "Xiao Ru, Zong Xi is in the house, you can go find him."

Xiaoru smiled sweetly: "If you go back to the master, I came to find grandma. This is the handwriting that grandma asked me to write. The paper and pen and ink are also rewarded by grandma."

Huang Zunsu was taken aback, and looked at the rice paper and ink with a little doubt.

"Daddy."

Huang Zongxi walked out of the courtyard quickly, bowed to Zheng Haizhu first, and then explained to his father: "Mother these days, often let the girls from the neighborhood come to the house, she spreads paper and grinds it, and teaches them to write."

Having said this, the little child stopped to look at Zheng Haizhu, hesitated for a while, and finally plucked up the courage to continue: "My mother was very happy to think of going to Miss Zheng's academy to teach, so she said that she would take advantage of the time there. Before opening the door, get ready first, and try to teach Xiaoru and the others a few calligraphy lessons, lest in time, with Miss Zheng, you can't teach well..."

Hearing this, Zheng Haizhu's heart suddenly felt sour, and the fighting spirit he had just argued with Huang Zunsu suddenly turned into a chest-filled lament.

Even if this Huang Zunsu in front of him dared to expose the fraud in the examination room, dared to face the evil thugs and even the gangsters, he was a clean-cut figure stamped in official history and unofficial history, and one of the Seven Gentlemen of the Apocalypse Period, so what?
In this era, even in Huang Zunsu's respectable and loving family, even Yao Shi, the first wife who received a good education when she was in her boudoir, still lives under the shadow of her husband's power.

Zheng Haizhu has no interest in staying at the entrance of Huang Zun's house anymore. Although she will not give up Yao Shi just like this, she does not have to complete the enlightenment of Huang Zunsu right now.

"Master Huang, Gu Gong, the leader of your Donglin faction, wrote that state affairs, family affairs, and the world are all concerned. If state affairs fall into factional struggles, and family affairs become captivity and freedom, wouldn't the world be in a mess? Such concern is really embarrassing. Heart. Farewell."

……

The early winter in the south of the Yangtze River is humid and cold.

A few days later in the morning, at the beginning of the morning, after breakfast at home, Huang Zunsu put on his official robe, soap boots, and black gauze hat, and was about to go out when his wife Yao called him.

"Songjiang is more windy than our Yuyao, the master put on a robe."

"Oh, yes, new ones?" Huang Zunsu asked in harmony, observing his wife's expression.

Yao shi lowered his head slightly, his eyes were all on the lace on the front of the wind robe, and he just replied "um" calmly.

Under the porches, Huang Zongxi, who was about to go to school, also put on the new robe brought by his servants, and praised, "It's so warm."

The nanny who was holding the baby Huang Zongyan, of course, could see that the master and grandma were not quite right in the past two days. They must have quarreled and entered the cold war again, but the specific reason is unknown.

At this moment, seeing that the master took the initiative to praise the new clothes, the nanny hurriedly said self-righteously: "The cotton cloth of this Han family is good, and there is no lint at all. The two hats that grandma is still wearing are of better material. Fujian Zhangrong sent by the girl."

After the nanny finished speaking happily, everyone from the master to the grandma to the six-year-old young master was silent, and the atmosphere in the courtyard was instantly quiet.

After a moment of silence, Mrs. Yao said in a low voice, "I bought it with money. If the master feels uncomfortable, I will buy another one."

Huang Zunsu looked down at the tip of his wife's nose, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said in a low voice, "If you want to talk about anger, the things are good, and your craftsmanship is even better."

After saying that, he tightened his robe, walked a few steps outside, and suddenly turned to Yao Shi and said, "The yamen will send out some charcoal in a few days, you don't need to be too frugal in setting up the brazier during the day. You teach the children to learn calligraphy, and you will freeze people." Home is not good."

Walk a few more steps, and add another sentence: "It's okay to take in a few more girls, there is enough space at home. Or teach them how to settle accounts."

Yao still stared at the withered crabapple in the courtyard, and said a word: "Okay."

……

Arriving at the state government office, Huang Zunsu unexpectedly found that the magistrate Zhuang Yumin had arrived earlier than himself, and had obviously dealt with official duties for a while, and was calling the judge and several staff members to go out.

"Hey, brother Huang, the imperial court sent you to Yingtian Mansion to sort out the yellow books. It's tiring to think about. You just came back. You can rest for a few days and come back to work."

Huang Zunsu cupped his hands lightly: "The people who eat salary, how dare you slack off."

"Oh, hehe, my brother is diligent, diligent."

The magistrate Zhuang didn't mind, and his sincere sympathy was ungratefully returned by this subordinate, and he still cheerfully said to the judge around him: "Then today, why don't you stay in the government office to guard your home and let Guan Huang follow this Let's go to the riverside and have a look."

The general judge responded, told his staff a few words, turned around and went back to the value room.

Huang Zunsu's expression became more and more serious: "Mingfu, is the Wusong River blocked by mud again, hindering Guandu?"

Zhuang Zhifu glanced at him sideways, and teased: "Old Huang, look at your bitter face, no wonder you think about bitter things all day long. Don't worry, the waterways of the Wusong River are relatively peaceful recently, but our Songjiang Mansion, maybe you can get a great fortune, you will know when you go to see it."

After they left the government office, they got into the carriage and drove around for a while before arriving at an official ferry on the Wusong River.

However, dozens of men in their thirties and above have gathered here, wearing cloth clothes and trousers, but most of them have piercing eyes, sophisticated demeanor, and an air of leanness.

Huang Zunsu recognized several familiar faces among them, and asked Zhuang Zhifu, "Are these all Jiachang?"

Zhuang Zhifu nodded, and after saying "let them call people to work", his eyes lit up, he looked at the small boats moored in the dock, and ordered to the officials and subordinates who followed: "You, come back with the investigation. Teachers, assign assignments to the bosses, see how people and work are dispatched, calculate clearly today, keep a clear record, and then report to the government."

The bureaucrats got orders and began to yell and do things.

Zhuang Zhifu then turned his head and explained the whole story to Huang Zunsu in detail: "Old Huang, those craftsmen who understand hydrology just came from Hangzhou a few days ago. There is a mud pond. This is a big hidden danger. The flood discharge is not smooth. Our Songjiang River will be the first to be hit. Let’s see if the Shangzuo court can divert the front section of the Wusong River, pass through Taicang Prefecture, and lead from the Liuhe River to the Yangtze River. As for the various waterways in our Songjiang Mansion, they are widened and widened, diverted to the riverbeds in the north and south of Huangpu, and finally lead directly to the East China Sea."

Huang Zunsu listened intently, and soon understood the water conservancy and drainage, but his eyebrows were furrowed even tighter.

"Futai, I have three puzzles. The first is that since ancient times, repairing water is like fighting a war, and it costs the most money. This project hurts muscles and bones. Which state capital should ask the Ministry of Industry for money? Second, why is Hangzhou invited? Third, if the water from the upper reaches of the Wusong River can be diverted to the Liuhe River, why do we need to open another waterway in the upper and lower Huangpu Rivers to enter the sea?"

Zhuang Zhifu wrapped his robe tightly in the wind in the river, pouting his lips and blowing hot air into his hands. After Huang Zunsu finished the question in one go, he raised his head and showed his signature Maitreya smile, pointing behind Huang Zunsu: "Go, let me let you go!" Ms. Zheng will explain to you."

Huang Zunsu was taken aback, then turned to look.

I saw Zheng Haizhu and a dozen or so men and women also appearing by the river, as if they were inspecting the place where the pit was dug and the stove was built.

Hearing Zhuang Zhifu's call, Zheng Haizhu walked over quickly.

"I've seen Zhuang's Terrace, I've seen Master Huang."

Zheng Haizhu saluted calmly, his peaceful eyes did not avoid Huang Zunsu, as if the aggressive argument three days ago had never happened.

Zhuang Zhifu said to Huang Zunsu: "Han Zhongwen heard that he was going to build rivers and open rivers, so he donated 3000 taels of silver to the Yamen without saying a word, and asked Miss Zheng to find a few shops from the market to manage the food and drink of the migrant workers. I am thinking about it now. Although you, Huang, are in charge of criminal justice and prisons, you are very knowledgeable about water conservancy and flood disasters on weekdays, so it’s not as good as you can do more work, so I will leave it to you to take care of it temporarily.”

Then he turned to Zheng Haizhu, without any official accent, and said with a pleasant face: "Miss Zheng, Huang Tuiguan has only been back for a few days, and you still don't know what happened. Tell him. Hey, it's really cold by the river, I'm old Alright, go over there and have a bowl of ginger soup."

Huang Zunsu couldn't help coughing when he was choked by the chilly Jiangfeng, but this didn't stop him from keenly noticing that Miss Zheng was looking at his wind robe.

Huang Zunsu simply put on a calm and praiseworthy demeanor and said: "My wife is sewn with cotton cloth sold in your workshop, very good."

Zheng Haizhu pursed her lips imperceptibly, and started to talk about business: "Master Huang's hometown is Yuyao. You should know how brilliant my Ming Dynasty's Kanhe Maritime Trade was. The young lady came from Fujian, and she knew since she was a child that after Emperor Longqing opened the door, The sea-going boats sold by Yuegang are also competing with thousands of sails. However, after arriving in Songjiang Mansion to seek a living, the young woman feels that this is the big wharf, and if it can be managed well, it will not be inferior to Yuegang and Macau."

Huang Zunsu said coldly: "Why did you say that?"

Zheng Haizhu said: "Because of two points, one is that Mr. Xu Ge advocated the sea ban during the time of Lord Jiajing, and the other is that Songjiang has been repeatedly invaded by Japanese pirates."

(End of this chapter)