Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 285 Counterattack

  Life in Xishan is fulfilling.

  Scholars like Mr. Wang's class during the day, and also like Mr. Liu and Mr. Jiang's class on stereotyped writing at night.

  The seventy or eighty people present here are mostly losers in the imperial examination, and most of them are the same as Liu Jie, who belong to the category of people who gave up treatment.

  However, what Jiang Chen and Liu Wenshan taught was very interesting, and everyone listened carefully.

  After school that day, Liu Jie returned to Liu Mansion from Xishan.

   At this time, Liu Jian had just left his post.

  In the past few days, Liu Jian has been worried about the affairs of Jinzhou. Because of the besieged city, there is almost no news. At this time... he is quite resigned to his fate.

   Now the imperial court is afraid of any urgent report from Jinzhou. Once there is an urgent report that Jinzhou has fallen, it will almost be a disastrous defeat for the entire Ming Dynasty, not to mention that there are tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians there.

  Thinking of these, Liu Jian was worried.

   Seeing his son coming back, he looked muddy and was about to take a bath. Liu Jian found him, forced a smile and said, "Going to Xishan again?"

   "Yes." Liu Jie bowed to his father.

  Liu Jian looked at his son, although he had a kind smile, but behind the smile, there was somewhat embarrassment.

   Pity my son for not living up to expectations.

  Think about Li Dongyang's son, who won the Jinshi, and Wang Ao's nephew, Xie Qian, let alone this guy.

  It is said that the family has a long history, so why don’t I have one?

   "At Xishan, what did the gentlemen teach you."

  Liu Jie was silent for a while before saying: "Dig the flue during the day."

  Liu Jian couldn't help being surprised and said: "Can you learn knowledge by digging a chimney?"

"Yes, only by digging flues can the ground be heated up. There are many flues in the underground of Xishan, and there is a big chimney in the glass workshop. It is said that a large amount of charcoal is burned to melt glass. The flue is passed to the greenhouses everywhere, so that the heat is not wasted, and the vegetables and fruits of the greenhouse can be produced, and Fengchenghou can also use it as a research crop."

   "Unexpectedly, there are so many Taoisms in it." Liu Jian said with emotion: "They are all people who are willing to do things. Fang Jifan, a kid, has no merits elsewhere, but this is very desirable."

  Liu Jie pursed his lips, as if he was a little dissatisfied with his father's 'slandering' the master, but he held back after all and didn't say anything.

   "I only learned this? How do you feel, Fang Jifan asked you to work for free?"

"I learned to do stereotyped writing at night. It was taught by two editors and professors, Jiang Chen and Liu Wenshan. They said that doing stereotyped writing is no different from plowing land. Practice makes perfect. The reason why you fail the exam is that you are not familiar enough. If you want to do stereotyped writing, you must They are familiar with it, so they probably pointed out some things that need to be avoided, and then distributed the papers, let us do it, they asked us ten questions, and asked us to do one stereotyped essay every day."

   "..." Liu Jian couldn't help trembling his lips: "Stupidity is a classic of talent, and in their mouths, it has become arable land."

  Liu Jie said seriously: "It's better to cultivate the land, at least the cultivated land is useful for people's livelihood, stereotypes are completely useless..."

   "..." Liu Jian couldn't help smiling wryly, these scholars are really arrogant.

Liu Jie continued: "But since it is useless, gentlemen have to use useless methods to deal with it. You must not think of the way of a sage when doing stereotyped writing. It is just an article, and it has nothing to do with the way of a sage. It's not even a little bit useful, the more you look at it with this kind of objective perspective, you will find that the craft of stereotyped writing is just like this."

  Liu Jian couldn't help but glared at him and said, "Write ten stereotyped essays in ten days? These stereotypes are not so useless. You young people are too extreme. If you say things like this, you will suffer in the future sooner or later."

  Liu Jie smiled instead, and said: "Gentlemen knew that someone would comment like this, so I also said, don't listen to those people who rely on the old to sell the old..."

   "This..." Liu Jian was speechless for a moment.

  These gentlemen say that, do they count as planning for a rainy day?

   At this time, Liu Jie hurriedly said: "My son is filthy, go take a bath, father, you drink tea."

   After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry.

  Liu Jian shook his head, not knowing what to say.

  He has experienced too many things, and he doesn't think stereotyped writing is useful, but he still can't accept this new view. but…

He also found that since his son went to Xishan to take evening classes every day, he seemed to have regained a bit of vitality, that's all... Anyway, these sons don't have the fate of being named on the gold list, so it depends on his father's kindness Let's live a good life, since my son likes to go to Xishan, he just goes, His Royal Highness, don't you also go to Xishan all day long?

  No matter how bad his son is, he can't be as bad as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

  Thinking about this, I feel happy again, and I can't help thinking of Liu Jie's many advantages, such as being honest, not messing around, quiet, filial...

   Unlike His Royal Highness, what a good boy...

  …

   Another half month has passed, and winter is gradually coming.

   There was no news from Jinzhou, and Fang Jifan became more and more anxious.

  On this day, the palace suddenly summoned Fang Jifan to enter the palace for an audience.

  Fang Jifan didn't dare to neglect, and hurried into the palace.

  When I arrived at the Nuan Pavilion, I saw Emperor Hongzhi, several cabinet scholars and ministers of the Ministry of War.

  Fang Jifan just looked at it, and he knew it in his heart.

   This must be something going on in Jinzhou, which made Fang Jifan's heart suspend suddenly, and even felt that his palms were inexplicably cold.

Anyway, I treat Ouyang Zhi as my own son. If something happens, a white-haired person will send a black-haired person, ah, no, a black-haired person will send a black-haired person, how sad it is thing.

   Seeing Emperor Hongzhi sullenly, Fang Jifan saluted, and he didn't have the heart to flatter him.

  Emperor Hongzhi said sternly: "Fang Jifan, your father has already made some plans in Guizhou to reform the native land and return the natives."

   It's not about Jinzhou...

  Fang Jifan didn't know whether to be happy or sad: "This is because of His Majesty's sageness."

  Emperor Hongzhi saw Fang Jifan's rare modesty, so he couldn't help but take a serious look at Fang Jifan. This kid from the Fang family has really grown up and is more sensible than before.

  Look at your son.

  When he thought of that scumbag Zhu Houzhao, Emperor Hongzhi became very angry.

   Jin Yiwei secretly reported that the prince actually started fighting with the schoolchildren.

   Of course, it is impossible to hurt any vitals.

   But the most important thing, you are such a big person, if you bully those children who can walk crookedly, are you still human? I really haven't made any progress, let's grow up and learn from Fang Jifan.

   And the most hateful thing, this guy Zhu Houzhao actually plausibly said that he would go to someone to sue!

  You bully children, is it reasonable?

Look at Xu Jie, look at Zhang Xiaohu, look at XOO and OOXX, they didn't mention anything about being bullied in their letters to themselves, and even the children knew that they didn't mention these unpleasant things in their letters. Instead of worrying about himself, he encouraged himself and said something like the emperor's hard work.

   Are you Zhu Houzhao a human?

  Emperor Hongzhi felt that the more he thought about it, the angrier he became... Forget it, he didn't bother to think about that traitor.

  He put his mind away, looked at Fang Jifan with a pleasant face and said: "But there in Jinzhou, according to reports from flying riders, the Tatars are still besieging the city. The two sides are in a stalemate, and we don't know what the result will be."

  Fang Jifan said: "I believe that Jinzhou will turn the crisis into safety."

   "Yes." Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but smiled wryly: "I also said the same to myself, take ten thousand steps back, if misfortune really happens, I will do my best to take revenge, and never let their blood flow in vain."

  Fang Jifan thought to himself, if a person dies, he cannot be resurrected, and a severed head cannot grow back. Revenge...Of course there is revenge. Whoever cuts off my son, I will kill his whole family.

  …

   in Jinzhou.

  The city has begun to become more and more difficult, because the gunpowder has been exhausted, and there are no more iron cannons to fight back.

   As a last resort, the soldiers and civilians began to demolish houses, make catapult vehicles, and followed the example of the Tatars, and began catapulting attacks.

One day, things took a turn for the worse. Because of the negligence of the defenders, the Tatars moved the ladders and erected them on the city wall at night. Countless Tatars struggled to climb up the aisle of the city wall. When they found their defenders, they were frightened. He wanted to run away with his head in his arms, but he almost fell to Jinzhou.

  Fortunately, Ouyang Zhi didn't dare to sleep at night. He almost crazily led people towards the place where the incident happened. Then, the soldiers around him shouted together: "Mr. Ouyang is here, killing the Tartars..."

  In the darkness, those panicked soldiers and civilians seemed to feel that Mr. Ouyang was everywhere. They suddenly became rational, thinking of their family members in the city, and thinking that even if they were timid, they still could not change the fate of death.

   As a result, there were thousands of households who raised their knives first: "Kill!"

In this snowy night, countless people roared angrily. On the narrow aisle of the city wall, many people rushed up without any rules, and were chopped down by the ferocious Tatars. However, when one fell down, the people behind flew up again. , and the Tatar hugged each other, bit their teeth, and smashed each other with their heads.

  There is no retreat.

   Isn’t Mr. Ouyang right here?

  He is an imperial envoy, and if he is still here, why should we be afraid of life and death?

The Tatars did not expect that the resistance of the soldiers and civilians in Jinzhou was so crazy. They began to tighten their formation and were forced into narrower and narrower aisles. There is simply no place to stand.

  Countless spears, clubs, and swords danced in the darkness.

   At this moment, no one could tell whether the subsequent cries for help and distress came from the Tatars or the soldiers and civilians of Ming Dynasty.

  Even He Yan didn't know where the courage came from, and rushed to the aisle of the city wall with his own soldiers.

  Ouyang Zhi also wanted to go up, but found that it was overcrowded.

Tatars were killed one by one. In the end, they were compressed in a small section of the city wall. They could not break through quickly and expand the opening, but were continuously compressed. Finally, when the last Tatar was left Countless people cheered when they reached the city wall.

  ...

  Sorry, it took a little too much time to conceive today, so these chapters are a bit late today!

  (end of this chapter)