The Honglu Temple of the Ming Dynasty is adjacent to the Six Ministries of the Capital City and is on the right side of the imperial road from Chengtianmen to Damingmen.
On that day, Zheng Haizhu took Lu Xiangsheng to Honglu Temple.
Everyone in the yamen, from top to bottom, seemed to be respectful and timid towards this woman who had helped Mr. Long live the prostitution last year and killed Li Kezhuo, the prime minister of the Sixth Grade Temple, as if they were afraid that she would find fault again.
Zheng Haizhu saw the official who came out to contact him. He had Yunyan embroidered on his chest patch, which was the symbol of the fourth rank of civil servants. He knew that this person was the new temple minister Cao Huachun had mentioned, the leader of Honglu Temple, also named Zheng.
Zheng Siqing had a warm smile on his face. Not only did he condescend to bow to Zheng Haizhu seriously, but he also ignored the difference in class and said with a somewhat familiar tone: "Oh, my wife and I are from the same family. I'm so lucky, so lucky."
Before Zheng Haizhu came, she heard Cao Huachun tell her that Zheng Sicheng, a person from the capital and the son of a third-rank civil servant in the Wanli Dynasty, was actually a supervisor of the Imperial College, but he had never even passed the imperial examination.
The first and second leaders of the Hanlin Academy or Liubu Yamen must be Jinshi.
Honglu Temple does not have this rule. Especially in the late Ming Dynasty, it is more like a place to house the second and third generation officials who failed the Chunwei examination and the children of poor families. Therefore, the Zheng Si Qing in front of me has no Jinshi or Juren.
He still held the title of official of Honglu Temple.
Zheng Haizhu said with a respectful look: "I have met Mr. Zheng. I have received the Holy Spirit's oral instructions and will take a look at the tent cart presented by Lin Dan Khan. The Holy Spirit may want to reward it to the clan in the capital who firmly believes in the Yellow Sect."
"Hey, don't be hasty, I ordered someone to cook good tea. Madam and Mr. Lu went to the hall to drink tea first. I just happened to ask madam for advice on the customs and customs of the captives, so as not to cause trouble when receiving the Mongolian envoys in the future.
Make a joke."
Zheng Haizhu nodded in agreement, but felt a little suspicious in his heart.
Not to mention that as a high-ranking civil servant, the other party was a little too attentive. Even if it was just out of the public interest of being a new official and familiar with the business, she could ask the subordinates in Honglu Temple what was Zheng Haizhu talking about?
When they arrived at Siqing's duty room and sat down, Zheng Siqing asked about Mongolia and then Liaodong, rambling here and there, as if the chat box could not be closed once it was opened.
After talking for almost half an hour, Zheng Haizhu finally interrupted: "Can you please help the temple minister to get someone to lead us to see the tent car."
Zheng Siqing glanced at the copper drain in the corner of the room and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, we don't want to delay you from running errands for the Holy Master. When Mrs. Zheng ordered the royal guards to escort the Mongolian national gifts over that day, our department had already counted them and put them in the warehouse.
, the tent car is too big, so we put it in the courtyard."
After finally getting rid of the chatter of the fourth grade, Zheng Haizhu and Lu Xiangsheng came to the tent car, walked around this behemoth from Chahar, and studied it carefully.
The large tent with the appearance of a noble horse weighs a considerable amount. It must bear the weight safely and reduce the difficulty of pulling it with animal power as much as possible. This is a test for the frame design, material selection and manufacturing skills.
When Zheng Haizhu saw the Mongolian tent car, what he realized was not the majesty of the ceremonial guard, but that if he carefully thought about the modification, it could also be used to pull a three-meter-long, two-ton cannon.
But the implementation of technology should no longer occupy her thinking time, and it is far from what she is good at. Just like handing over the invention of the mine pumping steam engine to Song Yingxing, the improvement of firearm transportation methods has made Lu Xiangsheng, who is both liberal arts and sciences, "
"Brother, the male god", just recruit the young engineering genius Zhu Youxiao to engage in research and development, and that's it.
In front of the cart, Lu Xiangsheng memorized and drew more than ten pages, and felt that the material was enough.
Zheng Haizhu turned around from the other end of the tent car. She had no hairpins in her hair, no accessories around her body, and she made no sound when she moved. The waiting clerk might as well have a sudden face-to-face meeting with her, with a slightly impatient look on her face.
A positive one.
"Do you have any other official duties?" Zheng Haizhu asked calmly.
The clerk was also embarrassed and frightened. He bowed deeply, but also reported honestly: "It's a small rudeness, rudeness. Madam, please don't blame me. However, tomorrow is a day off. As usual, all officials and officials in the yamen will wake up early today."
Return home in half an hour."
Zheng Haizhu thought to himself, then why did Zheng Sicheng delay the process for half an hour?
She hurriedly put on a friendly look and said to the scribe: "We have taken a look at it, just take care of yourself."
Zheng Haizhu and Lu Xiangsheng had just walked out of Honglu Temple. They saw that the quiet and solemn corridor was bustling with low-level civil servants wearing green robes and blue robes. Occasionally, some people did not sit in sedans to show their simplicity and walked leisurely.
red-robed official.
"Xiang Sheng, let's go back to Honglu Temple first, and then come out when there are fewer people on the road." Zheng Haizhu said softly.
Lu Xiangsheng understood that Zheng Haizhu didn't like it to be too eye-catching.
Unexpectedly, behind the two of them, there was a creak and the door of Honglu Temple was closed.
Apparently, when we passed a few restaurants just now, there were still officials cleaning up inside.
Zheng Haizhu frowned: "Let's go north and go around the Imperial Medicine Storehouse. It's cleaner there."
Before he could even take a step, he heard an angry shout of "Ms. Zheng" and a young man rushed over from the door of the official office on the right front.
The man was in his twenties, with a neat crown and fair face. He was obviously a scholar who was not engaged in production. He was not wearing an official robe, but the clothes he wore were not the color of a clerk.
Zheng Haizhu saw the menacing look on this completely unfamiliar face and was not polite to him. She stared at him and asked, "Do we know each other?"
The young man let out a loud "chi".
In order to attract more spectators, he made this exaggerated and artificial sound, not like a sneer, but like a big sneeze with a green onion stuck in his nose.
Then, the man looked around, louder and louder, and said loudly: "Ms. Zheng, if I don't know you, can't I scold you?"
Lu Xiangsheng recovered from his initial brief daze and said with no concealment of sullenness: "Who are you? This is a solemn place of the country. How unbecoming it is to make such noise!"
The man ignored Lu Xiangsheng and rushed to the crowd of red and green officials who came to watch the excitement and bowed solemnly: "I am Fan Hong. In the 47th year of Wanli, he failed to become a Jinshi. Now he is here to observe the affairs of the Ministry of Civil Affairs."
It turned out that he was a Jinshi in the latest imperial examination, but had not yet been awarded an official position. Just like Yuan Chonghuan, who had been observing politics in the Ministry of Industry before, he was an "intern" in the Ministry of Personnel.
Hearing that this person, like Lu Xiangsheng, had a distinct Su Xichang accent in his Mandarin, Zheng Haizhu's doubts about some of the minor oddities of today were cleared away.
She guessed that a shower would hit her.
Sure enough, Fan Hong pointed at Zheng Haizhu and said: "You are a businesswoman with no knowledge of arts, science, education or skills. You relied on 30% of the luck of the gods and used 70% of your business acumen to make friends with pirates."
The border general, who has earned several military exploits that he had planned for, is flaunting around in order to get orders. He pretends to be an official, but he still doesn't know how to restrain himself. He is so gentle and charming that he actually wants to trick me, the great emperor of tomorrow, into seizing the northern barbarians and the southern barbarians.
Mutual market."
When he said this, he moved his eyes away from Zheng Haizhu's face and looked at the civil servants at all levels around him, whose necks were longer than those of gooses. His brows and corners of his mouth were full of sorrow.
"Everyone, what is even more shameless about this woman is that she actually proposed to the emperor that she wanted to do business with the Japanese country!"
(Updated late at night, there was a manual error. It is not the Si Cheng, but the Si Qing. The Si Cheng is the sixth grade, the Si Qing is the fourth grade, and the latter is the top leader. It has been modified, but the real-time pirated versions outside are probably wrong)
