Chapter 348 The Donglin Sect “Serves the Country and the People”
After listening to various reports from the trading company line and the intelligence line, and reading many monthly reports from his nephew Zheng Shoukuan on Chongming military affairs and Jiangnan industry, Zheng Haizhuping withdrew his men and began to sort out the many notes written on the way to Mongolia.
Summarize the main points and prepare for the memorial in front of Zhu Changluo tomorrow.
Near the end of the Shen period, Lao Qin brought in a young man.
Zheng Haizhu raised his head and recognized it for a moment, then smiled: "Zong Xi!"
This eleven or twelve-year-old boy is none other than Huang Zunsu's eldest son Huang Zongxi.
Five or six years ago, Huang Zongxi became very close to Zheng Haizhu because his mother became the principal of Zheng Family Academy. Later, after practicing eight-legged essays, he often went to the academy and firearms factory to spend time. Therefore, although it was against the years, today
When Huang Zongxi met Zheng Haizhu, he still felt as if he were meeting his biological aunt, with no sense of unfamiliarity. He even called her "Aunt Zheng" just like he did in Songjiang.
Zheng Haizhu asked a few questions about the situation of the Huang family, and learned that Huang Zunsu and his wife Yao, one took their eldest son to the north, and after serving as an official, he took his son's apprenticeship in the circle of civil servants in the capital, while the other stayed in Songjiang with his younger son, working diligently
He managed Zheng's Academy and enrolled another fifty or sixty children in the spring. Even Suzhou Prefecture and Hangzhou Prefecture, which were higher than Songjiang Prefecture, had well-off craftsmen's families and sent their children to school.
"Your mother is so amazing." Zheng Haizhu praised sincerely.
Huang Zongxi also smiled proudly, and then he remembered his business: "My father sent me to invite my aunt. He held a banquet at Heting Tower to welcome my aunt."
Zheng Haizhu originally had many questions to ask Huang Zunsu about the Tianjin switch, so he immediately got up and went out with Huang Zongxi.
As he walked, he asked casually: "Hetinglou, which restaurant in the capital is this? What kind of cuisine does it serve?"
A trace of weird disdain flashed across Huang Zongxi's face, and he said quietly: "I heard from the waiter that it was not called this name originally. After the emperor came to Datong, people from the Donglin clan often held elegant gatherings there, so the owner changed the name to
'Heting', Heting, is the name of Zhao Gong, the current minister of Taichang Temple."
"Mr. Zhao?" Zheng Haizhu sat down in Huang Zongxigu's carriage and said, "Oh, it's Mr. Zhao Nanxing, the master of Donglin, right? Well, I thought that restaurant cooked Qiantang cuisine, so it was called Heting.
, because there is a crane-releasing pavilion on the lonely mountain beside the West Lake in Hangzhou."
Huang Zongxi felt a little relieved when he saw that Aunt Zheng's tone was relaxed and showed no sign of respect.
Although his father Huang Zunsu is an out-and-out Donglin sect, Huang Zongxi really doesn't have a good impression of Zhao Nanxing and Hetinglou.
When Gein first arrived in the capital a few months ago, he accompanied his father to an elegant gathering of Donglin sect civil servants. During the meeting, some people laughed at Xu Guangqi and Sun Yuanhua's Western learning as a fancy skill, and also ridiculed Huang Zunsu's legitimate wife.
He cultivates his moral integrity and manages his family, but he goes to work as a follower for a business woman to spread Western knowledge.
On the spot, Huang Zongxi's youthful spirit rose. He choked the opponent a few words with the fierceness of a calf, but Zhao Nanxing, who was in charge, spoke up and told Huang Zunsu not to despise the way of raising children and the way of running a family, lest he
The nephew does not understand the etiquette of respecting elders and younger ones.
At this moment, Huang Zongxi, who had suppressed a lot of anger after coming to Beijing with his father, originally wanted to complain to Aunt Zheng. The ministers of Donglin kept saying that "the cabinet cannot be a single-spoken hall" and said categorically that "the more arguments are made, the clearer the reasoning will be." How could he even be like Mr. Zhao?
Grandmasters will put any kind of honor and humiliation above the right and wrong.
But when the young man thought about it again, wouldn't it be no different if he criticized others behind his back and those so-called gentlemen he hated talking about his mother behind his back?
Huang Zongxi then suppressed the idea of confiding, picked up another topic, and asked Zheng Haizhu about his experiences outside the Great Wall with great interest.
After doing this for two sticks of incense, we arrived at the Heting Tower.
Entering the private room on the second floor, when Huang Zunsu saluted Zheng Haizhu, he said to Huang Zongxi: "Keep the door open and let some air flow. There will be no chill this month."
Huang Zongxi complied.
Zheng Haizhu smiled lightly and agreed that "the capital is warmer than the land of Beilu", but in his heart, he felt a little uncomfortable just like Huang Zongxi's expression that he had just observed.
Taboos such as sexual intercourse between men and women are bad habits that cannot be eradicated immediately in this era. Zheng Haizhu does not mind occasionally succumbing to them, but after knowing the origin of Heting Tower today, she felt that Huang Zunsu obviously had other reasons for hosting the banquet here.
There is a vague intention to discuss matters under Dong Lin's nose, so as to avoid any rift between Dong Lin's fellow disciples.
So, after sitting down, Zheng Haizhu looked at Huang Zongxi who was serving wine and dishes, and said to Huang Zunsu: "I talked a lot with Zongxi on the way about the customs of Mongolia, the overt and covert struggles of various tribes, and this confrontation with Zhenglan Banner.
, let him relay it to you later. Huang Gong, please tell us about the Tianjin switch. I guess the fact that the Ministry of Industry is a little slow in allocating money is not the biggest obstacle."
The wine glass that Huang Zunsu had picked up was put back on the table.
He knew the woman opposite him well, and he had never adhered to the social etiquette that scribes were used to, but being so straight to the point and directly asking for money really made Huang Zunsu startled.
"You just returned to Beijing today and someone told you?" Huang Zunsu asked.
His tone was calm, still with the gentleness of an acquaintance.
Zheng Haizhu said: "It doesn't make any difference whether it's today or tomorrow. It doesn't make any difference if others come to mention it. It's my own guess. The key is whether you, Donglin, will talk to the ministers of other factions once you gain power."
Just like an official, trying to influence the situation of the court and manipulate the Holy Inquisitor?"
With a "clang" sound, Huang Zongxi's chopsticks fell on the table.
The young boy really didn't expect that Aunt Zheng, who always smiled and had a cheerful face, would say such serious words in an instant.
Huang Zunsu glanced at his son. Rather than being angry at his impoliteness, he was more hesitant to ask his son to avoid him immediately.
"What are you avoiding?" Zheng Haizhu said softly, "Zong Xi is no longer a baby. He will soon be at the age where he can write policy papers in the examination room. It doesn't hurt to listen to the debates about national affairs."
Then he turned to Huang Zongxi and said: "When I was trapped in the hands of the Tatars, it was your mother who gave me the bamboo carving to guide your father to save my life. In my eyes, your father is not only a colleague, but also a brother, so
Even in this Hetinglou, when I talk, I won't hide it."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Huang Zongxi did not dare to answer, but he felt comfortable.
At his age, he is very tired of being treated as a young child. For this reason alone, Aunt Zheng makes people want to get closer to her more than those old masters.
"Okay," Huang Zunsu looked at Zheng Haizhu, sighed softly, and said slowly, "Then I will tell you directly, the difficulty of Tianjin Switch is real, and it is not just about requesting funds from the Ministry of Industry."
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"No matter how shady the Ministry of Industry's face is, can Yang Zongxian of the Metropolitan Procuratorate have a shabby face?"
In the afternoon of the next day, in the Xinuan Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace, when Emperor Zhu Changluo mentioned the Tianjin switch, his face and tone were much worse than Huang Zunsu in the restaurant last night.
Zhao Nanxing and Yang Lian, two civil servants led by the Donglin faction of the Ministry of Rites and the Metropolitan Procuratorate, opposed the Tianjin switch. The version relayed by Emperor Zhu Changluo was similar to the version relayed by Huang Zunsu, who was also a Donglin faction.
The focus is simply that Tianjin is closer to the capital than Dengzhou. If the maritime ban is lifted, what will happen if the Tatars mix in the merchant ships? What will happen if the Japanese pirates mix in the merchant ships? Whoever dares to open the switch, where should the nine gates of the capital be protected? The emperor actually Agreeing to such a proposal, Ye Xianggao, the chief assistant of the Donglin sect, did not protest. Huang Zunsu, also a member of the Donglin sect, refused decisively. The Ming Dynasty was in danger, in danger!
"The danger came, the danger passed, and finally it was over. I listened to the merchant woman's words, and I was even more stupid than King You of Zhou who set fire to Bao Si for fun!"
When Zhu Changluo spoke to the end, he ignored the restraint and demeanor of the Nine-Five Supreme and knocked the tea lid on the desk.
Zheng Haizhu, who was given the seat at the east end, actually didn't like this situation.
Perhaps most of the courtiers who are close to the core of the top power would be flattered that the emperor would complain so frankly to them about those with whom they disagreed with their political views. They would regard it as a sign that the emperor values their own performance more, and they would be simply flattered.
But Zheng Haizhu was more willing to have Yang Lian standing beside her at this moment.
There is no need for each other to argue openly and honestly about the pros and cons of national policies.
