Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 441 Great Merit

  In the past few days, disaster victims from various counties have heard the news and come here.

   Ever since, the city was overcrowded.

  Many victims of the disaster simply camped at the port.

  As soon as the majestic Zhen Guogong came, there was an uproar of people here.

  The second voyage had a better harvest than the first voyage. On the one hand, the sailors and helmsman became proficient, and on the other hand, it was Tang Yin who tapped the boat to gain experience.

  The sailors have already begun to skillfully maneuver the ship, how to raise the sail, how to furl the sail, how to draw in the anchor, how to heave the anchor, how to draw in the net, a lot of knowledge cannot be taught by teaching, but must be practiced.

  As soon as the ship docked, everyone started loading and unloading baskets of large yellow croakers.

Today I also brought in a king fish, which weighed thirteen catties. Tang Yin asked people to keep the big yellow croaker, and tonight we will have a banquet in the water village for the prefect Wen Yansheng. The prefect Wen, except for his accent like a clapper from Henan, can be heard It's a bit uncomfortable, but people are still nice.

On the same day, food prices started a new round of sharp drop. In a blink of an eye, it reached five cents, and just like that... no one cares about it. Even people with some money don’t want to eat food anymore. This is not a matter of money. In a simple concept, the price of meat should be more expensive than food. There is meat to eat every day, and it is easy to digest fish. This big yellow croaker is really delicious and delicious, and everyone is not tired of it yet.

  Many people already want to die, because some people secretly bought a lot of food at high prices in order to hoard goods.

  That night, I heard that the prefect Wen actually went to drink in the water village.

  So, letters began to be sent out one after another, and everyone couldn't live, so they took off your black hat first, Wen Yansheng.

  But it was this night.

   Wen Yansheng, who was staggering, returned to his dorm. He breathed out the smell of alcohol and hiccupped.

  He rubbed his belly, the fish king tonight was delicious at the beginning, but... he ate too much, and it turned out a bit boring.

   Hiccupped again, he excitedly began to open his pen and ink.

  After thinking about it, I started to write memorials.

  This time...Ningbo Mansion doesn't seem to be short of food. Even, if this situation continues, it is very likely that the price of food in Ningbo Mansion may remain underestimated for a while, so...Hey, the court must be very anxious now...

  Thinking of this, Wen Yan is very happy. If the princes of the Manchu Dynasty know that the people now live on fat fish, wouldn’t they be... a bit depressed?

  In the year of catastrophe, why not eat yellow croaker?

It's just...Wen Yansheng frowned when he thought of those gentry who had suffered heavy losses. He knew that the official career was dangerous, and the imperial court was thousands of miles away. Is it because the smell of gunpowder is too strong, and now, they have been completely offended to death, but they don't know what troubles will arise.

   After thinking for a while, he sighed, whatever, the matter has come to an end, let them do it, even if they lose their black hat, at least, I, Wen Yansheng, still retain my innocence.

but…

  His thoughts are flying, and the Japanese guard is going to sail again tomorrow, but he doesn't know if he can still catch such a fat big fish king. If he catches it, then editor Tang will still invite me to eat it.

  Although it is a bit boring, the process of getting tired is also very happy.

  Especially this editor Tang is a very talented person. He wrote poems and songs with his own hands. It is indeed a very pleasant thing to warm wine, eat fish, and chat with him.

   A memorandum has been written, and then I ordered Pegasus to send it out.

With the candle burning, Wen Yansheng thought again, Tang Yin's mentor is really a remarkable person, otherwise, how could his disciple be so outstanding? In the mansion newspaper, the name of his mentor occasionally appeared... such a person, really Hope to see you.

  ...

  Deng Mansion.

  The Ministry of War received a letter from Deng Yinye during the incident.

  This book was sent almost non-stop by the family.

  He is a native of Ningbo Prefecture, a second-class Jinshi, and soon became a senior official. Regardless of his low official position, he has great energy.

  Deng Yinye never forgot his folks at this time of prosperity. The folks are his roots.

  He opened the letter, and when he saw his old father crying, he frowned and couldn't help cursing in a low voice, so bold.

  But the more I read it, the more chilled my heart became, and next...he was scared to pee.

What?

  Tang Yin?

  The Hanlin editor Tang Yin?

   This guy went fishing instead of doing his job. Not only that, but he also complained a lot. And that magistrate...

   No, no...

   Tang Yin.

  He looked up at the beams of the house, thinking carefully.

   That student of Uncle Xinjian?

   All of a sudden, the family letter became hot.

   "Mother, go west, go west!"

Shredded the family letter, Deng Yinye became anxious, something happened, something big was going to happen, isn't this courting death? Yes, this is courting death. How could my old father mess with Tang Yin? Will Tang Yin repair the book and sue his teacher? ? Will Uncle Xin take revenge?

   "..." Deng Yinye covered his heart.

  He felt that he was quite stupid. No one knew who Uncle Xinjian was. Could it be... that he had offended him?

   It shouldn't be considered an offense, after all, there is no conflict.

   No, no!

   He got a pen and paper in a hurry.

  First study the book and go back. My father is not a thing. If it weren't for his son jumping up and scolding the old and immortal, which violates filial piety and hinders reputation, Deng Yinye really wanted to jump up and curse.

In the family letter, it is very euphemistic that Dad, you have caused a big problem, so don't make any moves. Even if the Deng family loses only their underwear, they must grit their teeth and endure it, so that the green hills will not worry about firewood. Don't harm your son, it's not easy for your son to be an official.

Then, he took out a pen and paper, and then he was going to write a letter, so he had to think of a way to praise Uncle Xinjian. , what happened before was a misunderstanding. This person is really not to be messed with. He didn't play cards according to common sense. One day he went out and was shot black bricks. He didn't know how he died.

  The question is... how to boast.

   What should I boast about?

  The memorials are sparse, so there is something to be said.

He began to rack his brains, thinking hard, and found that he didn't know how to write. Think again, think about it, what are his advantages, don't worry, don't worry, be calm, a person, living in this world, will always There are advantages, even if you are a pure scum, you should have them, then...

  Deng Yinye looked up at the beams of the house, thinking hard, his hair turned out to be a lot grayer, so he just sat there, thinking about it all night.

  ...

  Fang Jifan is worried.

  A fast horse also brought Tang Yin's letter.

  Fang Jifan also heaved a sigh of relief seeing that the matter of knocking on the boat and fishing was completed.

To tell the truth, it is really unfair to the big yellow croakers. It is tantamount to defrauding the big yellow croakers. It is against the law to cheat the fish and catch them all. But... so what, just lie to you You come ashore to fight Fang Jifan.

  However, Tang Yin expressed some concerns in the letter.

  It seems... Offended someone, it seems that someone may take revenge on himself.

  Damn it... I've traveled through a few years, and it's really rare to see someone take revenge on me.

   What are they trying to do?

  ...

  Just at this time, an urgent report from the Ningbo magistrate's yamen has also been sent to the household department in a hurry.

  Li Dongyang, Minister of the Household Department, is not here. In the past few days, he has been worrying about food.

   There is food, but it is... too difficult to deliver it to the disaster area in the shortest possible time.

  There are many mountains in the south, and the waterways are criss-crossing. For transportation, it is simply a natural moat. Originally, Li Dongyang's original intention was to let Beiwawei release the stored food first, first to save the emergency, and then the court will calmly transfer the relief food.

  But who would have thought that...

  Hey... don't say anything, those damned starving ghosts, their three-month military rations are worth 3,000 people.

  Li Dongyang couldn't imagine how people could be so hungry.

   Now the ministries are still chattering about how to save people. Today, Liu Dongyang went to discuss in the palace again.

Liu Xin, the left servant of the household department on duty, after hearing the report from Ningbo Mansion, thought to himself, sure enough, it was like a reminder to ask for food. The Ningbo Mansion has sent seven letters, without exception. , are asking for food, this time, it should be no exception.

  Thinking of this makes his scalp tingle.

  Liu Xin ordered someone to take the memorial.

Open.

   Bow your head.

one look.

   "My minister Wen Yansheng, the prefect of Ningbo, said: Ningbo is suffering from severe drought, starvation is everywhere, and there is a town to prepare Japanese guards..."

What?

  Liu Xin thought he was wrong, so he rubbed his eyes.

   Not right.

  Is this an insult to IQ?

  He continued to read, in the disaster area...the people in the disaster area are eating fish...

  Large yellow croaker…

   The soup is still very fresh and tender.

  The fish maw is very fat and extremely fresh.

  Put a little salt, and the fish will be fragrant.

  Liu Xin swallowed.

  This Wen Yansheng, was he a cook in his previous life?

   Liu Xin looked dazed, and then he fell into deep thinking.

  The clerk at the side saw Liu Shilang like this, and was terrified: "Liu Gong, what's the matter? What happened?"

Liu Xin raised his eyes, with a dazed expression on his face: "I have read thousands of volumes and read all over the past and present; I have been an official for thirty years, and I have experienced ups and downs in the official world. I have never seen anything in the world. I have eaten more salt than a person's rice. There are more roads than people, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are well-informed. But this memorial is weird, so weird. In this world, can there be fish with long legs, and can they bump into fishing nets by themselves? Otherwise, How could it be... a good melody, why did you ponder over it carefully, and actually looked at it, it was a bit auspicious?"

   "What?" This time, it was the scribe's turn to be confused, and he couldn't help but fell into deep thinking.

  Hoo...

  Liu Xin let out a long breath: "No matter what the memorial is, let's send it to the palace as soon as possible. Whether the words in the memorial are true or not, there is a holy order!"

   Liu Xin couldn't help sighing again as he spoke: "It's really weird."

  Swallowed subconsciously, Wen Yansheng's writing was good, and he suddenly wanted to eat fish.

  (end of this chapter)