Editing of the ten loyal ministers and the emperors standing up

Chapter 121 Death of Zhang Juzheng

The emperors were shocked. Zhang Juzheng was actually alive and awarded the title of Grand Master?

This is the highest honor among civil servants!
The grand master is the head of the three princes!

Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and said:

"Grand Master, what an ancient name. Unfortunately, our Great Qin has abolished the title of San Gong. This residence is very powerful."

Liu Bei's eyes widened and he said:
"This... this is the highest honor for a civil servant. Not many of my fellow men have received such an honor, let alone being granted the title of Grand Master alive."

Tang Taizong Li Shimin was also surprised and said:

"What a grand master, what a leader among the three princes!"

Complete facial structure:
"This person has reached the pinnacle of civil servants. He is not a blessing to the country!"

Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang:

"Do you think our descendants are all stupid? Are we stupid? How can we make Zhang Juzheng the Grand Master while he is still alive?
This does not mean that the general can be granted the title of king while he is still alive. Then in the future, there will be no titles and no rewards. How confusing! "

Taishi was the head of the three princes in ancient times. He was appointed by Zhou Dynasty as an official to assist the king.

Qin wasted.

Restored by the Han Dynasty.

In the Jin Dynasty, he avoided the title of Sima Shi and was once changed to Dazai.

After the Jin Dynasty, the title of Taishi was again given to important ministers. It was used as the highest honor to show favor and had no actual duties.

But it is the ultimate goal of all civil servants. In the more than two hundred years of the Ming Dynasty, no one has ever been awarded the title of Grand Master alive, with the exception of Zhang Juzheng.

Zhang Juzheng above the sky was not happy, he was calmly handling the pile of official duties.
There were constant coughing sounds, and the lights flickered in the dark night, as if they were going to go out at any moment.

Nine days later, on a quiet night, Zhang Juzheng, dressed in white, was lying on the hospital bed. He only felt his eyelids were heavy as he slowly thought about his life.

"Cough cough cough..."

[Zhang Juzheng, courtesy name Shuda and Taiyue, was born in Jiangling, Huguang. He was the most outstanding politician and the most outstanding chief minister of the cabinet in the Ming Dynasty.

none of them. 】

Zhang Juzheng looked back on his life and suddenly remembered that scorching summer 45 years ago.

He has been dubbed the title of Zhang Prodigy since he was a child. When he was preparing to take the examination, Governor Gu, the number one person in Huguang, learned that a 13-year-old boy was coming to take the exam, and he happily came to visit!
Pictures played under the canopy:
After the two met, they became happier and more congenial as they talked. When the conversation was about to end, the governor made an astonishing move - he took off his belt.

Of course, Governor Gu never meant to be a hooligan. When he handed the belt to Zhang Juzheng, he said this:

You will have to wear a jade belt in the future. This one of mine is not worthy of you, so I can only temporarily wrong you.

...

The dignified feudal official was so optimistic about a 13-year-old boy. The emperors under the sky were silent.

Zhang Juzheng’s memory continues to look back,
The Gengxu Revolution broke out. Zhang Juzheng watched the Mongolian soldiers come and go, set fire and rob, while Master Yan ate and slept, slept and ate, but did nothing.

Yan Song was making trouble day after day, Xu Jie was giving in day after day, and Zhang Juzheng was depressed day after day.

Finally one day, he couldn't bear it anymore and made a decision that changed his life - to take a sick leave.

Full of resentment, the 30-year-old self returned home.

To be honest, it was the perfect time for him to go home.

Because at this time, the court was fighting to the death, Yang Jisheng was desperately writing a letter, Yan Song was showing his lewd power, Xu Jie was playing both sides, and it was a bloody storm. According to his character, it was difficult not to get involved.

Not engaging in politics, and having no other means of entertainment, I had no choice but to travel.

So during those three years, he visited many places of interest, leaving his footprints everywhere from the banks of the West Lake to the top of Wudang.

However, this three-year tour across the country not only failed to relieve his mood, but also made him discover another problem.It turns out that life can be like hell. After seeing countless people begging on the streets and selling their children and daughters,

Zhang Juzheng let out such a long sigh after the miserable experience of just wishing to eat one more meal and live one more day.

And it wasn’t until he traveled around and witnessed that he understood the following truths:
For example, if a person does not have land, he will have no income, and if he does not have income, he will have no food.

If there is nothing left, they will start to sell off their property, from furniture, house, wife, and children, to selling nothing, so they will peel off the bark of the tree until all the bark is peeled off.

People will eat Guanyin soil, but Guanyin soil cannot be digested. At the end of the meal, people will die, and their stomachs will be very bloated when they die.

At the same time, he also discovered that there are still many people in the world who don’t like poetry, calligraphy and painting.

There is not so much sadness and sadness, what they want is a bowl of rice mixed with sand.

For those hungry people with skinny bones and sunken eye sockets, it doesn't matter whether a calligraphy and painting is by Wang Xizhi or Huai Su.
The important thing is whether the paper of the calligraphy and painting is thick enough so that it is not easy to digest.

When I saw those bodies lying dead on the streets with no one paying attention or cleaning them up,
He sometimes wondered whether these people had wives, husbands, and children before their lives, and whether they also had a life of laughter and happiness, and a happy home.

In those humiliating days, he endured it all silently.

At the same time, he discovered another side of the world:
It turns out that life can be like heaven.Whenever Zhang Juzheng finished his entertainment, left the sumptuous banquet, and walked out of the splendid palace,

You can always see hungry people dying of hunger and homeless people sleeping on the streets.

It turns out that there is only a wall separating heaven and hell.

This is the truth of Ming Dynasty.

While countless poor people are being oppressed and wandering around after losing their land, the noble adults are thinking about where to go tomorrow and what kind of poem they should write.

These scenes that did not seem unusual to officials deeply moved Zhang Juzheng, because unlike most officials, he still had a conscience.

Facing those pleading and helpless eyes, and facing the bones that died of freezing and starvation on the roadside, he once again established his ambition, an ambition that persisted to the end - taking the world as his own responsibility.

"Cough cough cough..." Thinking of the excitement, Zhang Juzheng couldn't help coughing on the hospital bed, and then there were a few more cherry red touches on his hands.

Zhang Juzheng smiled very sadly.

Xindao,

It seems that he has offended all the carnivores in the world, but so what?
He also has a successor, the good student Emperor Wanli.

That night, Zhang Juzheng thought a lot.

A passionate young man!

A depressed and frustrated Hanlin Academy scholar!

The compassionate wanderer!
The clay statue of Bodhisattva in the Hanlin Academy who keeps silent!
A man of power who is in cahoots with the eunuchs!
In the end, the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty was the Grand Master who was inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.

The method of passing the exam, the one-whip method...

All these scenes appeared in Zhang Juzheng's mind like a revolving lantern. Finally, he looked towards the direction of the Imperial Palace, forced a smile and said:
“The affairs of the world require detailed consideration, and to carry out these noble efforts, planning lies in the hands of others, and making decisions depends on oneself.

I, Zhang Juzheng, have left a glimmer of hope for the people of the world, and I will leave the matter of holding an umbrella for the people to future generations. "

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Juzheng, the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, the Grand Master of Zhongji Palace, the Grand Master of the Jin Dynasty, the Grand Master of the Crown Prince, and the title of Grand Master, fell on the sick bed. He died in the tenth year of Wanli due to overwork.

A heavy voice came from the sky:

[The fall of the last leg of the Ming Dynasty also heralded the demise of the Ming Dynasty, heading towards an irreversible one-way road.

The Ming Dynasty did not die in Chongzhen, but in Wanli! 】

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(End of this chapter)