Ming Dynasty: At the beginning, the house was ransacked and the ancestral temple was burned down.

Chapter 81 Father-in-law’s greetings! 【Please subscribe! ! 】

It is the first day of July in the fifteenth year of Wanli.

Jiangling.

"Fourth uncle, stop being awkward and write quickly." Zhang Chonghui crossed his arms and forced Zhang Jianxiu to write.

Zhang Jianxiu looked like he had eaten shit and said, "I don't want to write, it's too disgusting! I have to write a letter to Luo Sigong every one or two months. I really can't stand it anymore!"

"But if you don't write it, he will let our whole family be buried with him." Zhang Yunxiu came up and said.

"This..." Zhang Jianxiu was speechless. After all, he knew Luo Sigong's character very well. That guy was a complete pervert, a pervert with a brain problem!
  In desperation, Zhang Jianxiu had no choice but to reluctantly pick up the pen and use his dog-like handwriting to copy the "nasty" content that his eldest nephew Zhang Chonghui had prepared for him in advance.

"I really don't understand why he keeps asking me to write letters. That bastard ransacked my house and still wants to be friends with me? Damn it! Go to hell!
  Hey, by the way, he probably has a habit of cutting off his sleeves. Is he attracted to me? Ugh...even more disgusting! ah! I won’t write anymore! ! "

Zhang Jianxiu scolded him while copying, and his anger towards Luo Sigong was beyond words.

Zhang Chonghui remained silent, waiting for Zhang Jian to finish copying and put the letter away, and then sent it to the capital together with his letter to Shen Shixing.

"Speaking of Chonghui, why have you been writing to Shen Shixing all these years?" Zhang Yunxiu asked suddenly out of curiosity.

Zhang Jianxiu, who was copying the letter, interrupted angrily: "Shen Shixing is now the chief minister of the cabinet, a busy man who is busy with military affairs all day long! I'm afraid he didn't even bother to read the letters written by a child named Chonghui!"

Zhang Chonghui didn't explain anything. He just said: "It's his business whether he reads it or not. Anyway, I must write it."

No one understands why Zhang Chonghui writes to Shen Shixing every year, and the content of the letter can never avoid one topic, that is

——Shen Shixing will be finished soon.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that such a letter is a curse.

Zhang Yunxiu didn't understand why Zhang Chonghui did this, but he knew that the other party must have his own reasons for doing this.

"Is the emperor's eldest son already five years old this year?" Zhang Chonghui suddenly asked such a question.

Zhang Jianxiu, who was still angry and cursing at first, suddenly lowered his eyelids after hearing this question and sighed:
  "I don't know whether the emperor's son is alive or dead. I only know that your grandfather passed away more than five years ago."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became sad. After all, Zhang Juzheng's memorial day had just passed not long ago.

Zhang Chonghui was thoughtful and seemed to be planning something.

At this moment, Zhang Sixiu came over with a sigh, holding a large stack of booklets in his hand.

"Chonghui, your father-in-law has sent you a letter and invitation again."

As Zhang Sixiu said this, he stuffed a large pile of booklets in his hand into the arms of Zhang Chonghui, who was only nine years old. He was not afraid that the 'child' could not hold it.

It turns out that Zhang Chonghui really can't hold it, and he can even hold it very easily.

"You kid, you are only nine years old, but you are almost stronger than me." Zhang Sixiu said sarcastically.

"He lifts rocks more than a hundred times every day and runs ten miles. If you practice like this, you will be strong." Zhang Jianxiu said lightly.

"Yes." Zhang Sixiu nodded, and then asked his eldest nephew: "So Chonghui, what are you going to do? You are practicing calligraphy and engraving, and you are learning martial arts from your fourth uncle. Do you want to pursue a literary career? Do you still want to do martial arts?"

"Wenlu? Martial arts?" Zhang Chonghui asked with a smile: "Second uncle, it seems that neither of these two roads can be taken by our family, right?"

At this moment, Zhang Sixiu was speechless... Others were also silent...

Indeed, if they want to stand out as criminal ministers now, it is impossible for them to take the civil examination, not even the martial arts examination.

Not to mention martial arts exams, you are not even qualified to be a soldier, unless you are voluntarily serving in the army.

However, this kind of voluntary recruitment into the army is useless. Even if the criminal becomes a god in the army, he will not be promoted.

As soon as the heavy topic of 'after the guilty minister' was mentioned, the atmosphere became heavy again.

In the past few years, the Zhang family has been able to live a happy life, but only as well as they can.

After all, Zhang Juzheng offended not just certain officials during his lifetime, but an entire bureaucratic group, especially local officials from various places.

These local officials were tortured to death by Zhang Juzheng's "Kaocheng Law". Although Shen Shixing immediately abolished the "Kaocheng Law" after becoming the chief minister, the seeds of hatred have been planted.

Over the years, the Zhang family almost did not dare to go out, because in the eyes of people of this era, Zhang Juzheng was a heinous sinner.

Everyone in the world believes that the family of a sinner should live with his tail between his legs. Even a beggar on the street can come up and step on you.

"I've really had enough of days like this. When can we go out and walk openly with our heads up?"

Zhang Yunxiu was very unwilling. His purpose was more than this. However, Zhang Chonghui was not the only one around at this moment, so he couldn't tell him.

"Oh, be content." Zhang Sixiu seemed to have given up the struggle and said sadly: "We just need to go out less. If we go out less, we won't be able to see the faces of those people outside."

"It's strange to say that no one comes to bully me." Zhang Jianxiu said strangely:

"When I was a Jin Yiwei, I heard them say that after Yan Song's house was ransacked, his enemies all went to his house to steal things. Our father offended as many people as Yan Dang during his lifetime, but no one came to make trouble. It's really strange. .”

"That's because after Yan Song fell, there was no longer a strict party in the court." Zhang Chonghui said calmly while flipping through the copybook sent by his father-in-law Zhao Shizhen: "Although our home was also ransacked, Shen Shixing is still there. .”

"Shen Shixing? What does it have to do with him? He has been trying to avoid us all these years!" Zhang Jianxiu said nonchalantly.

"Fourth uncle, do you really think that our family's peace in the past few years is due to Yu Shenxing?" Zhang Chonghui asked with a smile.

"Wait a minute..." Zhang Yunxiu reacted first and said, "Chonghui, the purpose of your letter to Shen Shixing is to remind him not to forget that there are people like us in the Zhang family, right?"

Zhang Chonghui just smiled and did not answer, saying nothing.

Zhang Jianxiu still didn't believe it. He insisted: "Anyway, I don't believe that Shen Shixing is helping our family behind the scenes. He is a coward with both intentions! How many years have passed, and he has never even said a greeting to our family. And he..."

Zhang Jianxiu was still chattering about Shen Shixing, as if he hated him very much.

But if you listen carefully, you can still hear that Zhang Jianxiu's doubts about Shen Shixing were mostly due to disappointment.

After all, the former Zhang Jianxiu still liked Shen Shixing, a very kind uncle.

But since the death of Zhang Juzheng and the "deposition of Zhang", Zhang Jianxiu has never seen Shen Shixing again, not even once.

Uncle Shen, who used to praise him for his good health and energy, and who helped the naughty and mischievous man say good things in front of his father, Zhang Juzheng, has since become the person he looks down on the most.

Zhang Jianxiu sometimes always wonders, how can a person become so fast?
  Zhang Chonghui ignored Zhang Jianxiu's doubts, and he didn't bother to explain anything.

But he is very sure that once Shen Shixing falls, the peaceful life of their Zhang family will be completely over!
  By then, everything will be turbulent!
  At that time, only by entering the game with your own body can you win!
  ……

At the same time, the capital Shuntian Mansion.

Zhu Yijun, the Wanli Emperor in the Forbidden City, was finally able to walk on the ground.

Just ten days ago, on that 'unfortunate' 'June 20th', the aloof emperor of the Ming Dynasty actually fell on his butt because he wanted to kick a wind gourd.

This kick didn't matter at first, but Zhu Yijun used his right leg, which was already weak, and the wind gourd was round. This kick directly made him "slide" to the ground, and his pelvis almost broke!
  After this fall, Zhu Yijun lay in bed for ten days, and it was only today that he was able to get off the ground and walk.

During these ten days, Zhu Yijun, lying in bed, felt dazed and doubtful about life.

He always asked himself, why has he always had bad luck since he ransacked Zhang Juzheng's home? Could it be that Zhang Ju was really taking revenge on him? "My beloved concubine, do you believe in retribution?" Zhu Yijun asked Zheng Mengjing, who was supporting him.

After Zhu Yijun fell, Zheng Mengjing not only stopped losing his temper, but even took the initiative to come to serve the emperor. These days, she has been serving her almost every step of the way.

Zheng Mengjing's move successfully moved Zhu Yijun, making the man love her even more and feel guilty for her.

"There is no retribution. Even if there is retribution, it cannot be retribution to you. You are the emperor." Zheng Mengjing comforted.

Zhu Yijun felt a little uneasy for no reason. He thought for a while and said:

"This Forbidden City is almost two hundred years old, and so many people have died. It's time to perform a ritual to drive away evil spirits and give peace."

Zhu Yijun didn't believe in gods and ghosts at his core, but the successive illnesses and disasters forced him to begin to have some doubts about such things as retribution.

……

The fifteenth year of Wanli was an unusual year.

This year, the battle between Ming and Myanmar continued.

This year, on the small island in the east, the dwarfs became more and more eye-catching.

This year, the Jurchen Zhechen tribe in Jianzhou, Liaodong, has been completely annexed by a young man named Aixinjueluo.

Prior to this, this 28-year-old young man named Nurhachi also annexed the Suksuhu Tribe, Dong'e Tribe, etc.

Li Chengliang, the general of Liaodong, "seems" not to have heard of these things. At this time, the entire Liaodong was still firmly controlled by this tiger.

In the fifteenth year of Wanli, on October 14th of this year, a man passed away.

Hai Rui, the censor of the right capital of Yingtian Prefecture, who was known as "Hai Qingtian" and "Hai Laoye" by the people, passed away while in office.

This true gentleman who dared to scold the emperor, this Ming official who truly cried from his heart when Emperor Jiajing died, has finished his life.

It was not until the last moment of his life that Hai Rui truly understood his status and true role in the official and gentry system.

He finally understood why Zhang Juzheng, who "worked hard for the country but was poor at making a career", did not listen to Xu Jie's words and reuse him, but instead drove him to Yingtian to work as a casualty.

Because although he, Hai Rui, was loyal to the emperor and loved the people, and although he always followed the way of a saint, in the end, he could only be regarded as a "decoration" that "settled the refined and popular".

If everyone was Hai Rui, there would be no need for Zhang Juzheng.

But there was only one Hai Rui in the Ming Dynasty, so there must be a Zhang Juzheng.

Hai Rui understood this truth before he died. This was the first time in his life that he had doubts about the world.

What was wrong, was it the world or himself?
  Hai Rui didn't know the answer, but he was Hai Rui and he was Haigangfeng. Even if he died, he would never compromise with this world!

……

Hai Rui died. Three days before his death, the Ministry of War sent someone to send him seven more silver coins for the firewood and vegetables. He even sent someone to return it.

Hai Rui married several wives in his life, but he had no sons or daughters.

After Hai Rui's death, only his good friend during his lifetime, the Censor of Qiandu, Wang Yongji, came to help him tidy up his clothes.

But after picking it up again and again, in the end I only picked up eight taels of broken silver. In the end, even the funeral money for burying Hai Rui's body was collected by Wang Yongji and his friends.

Although Hai Rui died a miserable death, on the day of his funeral, the people of Yingtian Mansion not only took the initiative to go on strike, but even came to the funeral dressed in white.

On this day, white clothes covered both sides of the Taiwan Strait, stretching for hundreds of miles. These were the people paying homage to Hai Qingtian.

Those who cry will continue for hundreds of miles...

But no matter what, Hai Rui died.

From then on, there was no more Hai Rui in the world, let alone Zhang Juzheng.

These two famous ministers at the same time have never really crossed paths...

……

Time flies, and the fifteenth year of Wanli has passed like this.

In the sixteenth year of Wanli, the seventeenth year of Wanli, and the eighteenth year of Wanli, a lot happened in these three years.

Among them, the most disturbing thing for both the government and the public is the issue of who should be appointed as the crown prince.

Emperor Wanli has not been in court for a long time, but he still reads memorials and handles political affairs.

The officials forced him to read many memorials to appoint the eldest son as the crown prince, but he could not read them back.

The emperor did not see the ministers and did not reply. Now, all the pressure was placed on the chief minister, Shen Shixing.

During these three years, Shen Shixing fought on two fronts, comforting the emperor on one side and the officials on the other.

This 'good old man', the first assistant, has been covered in gossip.

Until the nineteenth year of Wanli.

This year is a turning point for many people.

Wanli Emperor Zhu Yijun had promised the officials last year, that is, in the 18th year of Wanli, that he would definitely enthrone the emperor's eldest son Zhu Changluo as the crown prince next year.

But Emperor Wanli Zhu Yijun had a prerequisite: he could not be urged before then, otherwise he would have to wait until the emperor's eldest son turned fifteen before establishing a heir apparent.

Seeing that His Majesty the Emperor finally retreated, the officials knew not to push too hard. Anyway, His Majesty the Emperor would 'compromise' with them sooner or later, so there was no shortage of time.

Time flies, and it’s August in the 19th year of Wanli.

It's already August, but His Majesty the Emperor seems to have lost his memory. He has never mentioned the appointment of a crown prince as promised last year.

At this time, some ministers could not sit still.

Zhang Youde, the director of the Ministry of Industry, was the first to be unable to restrain himself. In August, he petitioned the Wanli Emperor Zhu Yijun to issue an edict to confer the emperor's eldest son Zhu Changluo as the crown prince, so as to establish the foundation of the country early to appease the people.

At this moment, the storm of "Guobenzhu" during the Wanli Period will completely kick off!

……

Jiangling.

Zhang Chonghui received Yu Shenxing's letter, and he couldn't help but frown slightly after reading it.

"What's wrong? But what's the news?" Zhang Yunxiu asked upon seeing this.

Zhang Chonghui nodded, looked at Zhang Yunxiu, and said solemnly:
  "Shen Shixing is going to collapse, we can't wait any longer!"

(End of this chapter)