"Master Zhuangyuan, the Holy Master heard that you haven't even had lunch in Panku, so he asked you to eat here before returning. In addition, the Holy Master sympathized with you for inspecting Taicang for days and specially granted you a ten-day leave. Master Zhuangyuan
You can have a good rest for ten days and spend time with your family." Huang Jin walked from the inner hall to Zhu Pingan and said to Zhu Pingan with a slight smile.
Behind Huang Jin were several maids and young eunuchs, carrying plates of delicacies and placing them on the desk closest to Zhu Pingan, forming a large table.
"My lord, thank you for your kindness."
Zhu Ping'an looked like he was crying with gratitude and knelt down facing Fang Xi in the inner hall to express his gratitude.
"Get up, Master Zhuangyuan. Let's eat quickly. The Zajia family has been ordered to lead the factory guards to check the properties of the officials in Taicang, so we won't accompany the Master Zhuangyuan." Huang Jin smiled slightly and gave him a virtual hand.
Zhu Pingan stood up, cupped his hands and thanked Huang Jin, "Official matters are important, Mr. Huang, please come."
"You're welcome, the number one scholar. The number one scholar will have dinner later. Xiao Zhuozi, please take the number one scholar out of the palace." Huang Jin smiled and nodded to Zhu Pingan, and then ordered a young eunuch beside him to wait for Zhu Pingan.
After dinner, Zhu Ping'an was brought out of the palace.
Obviously, one of the secret orders given to Huang Jin by Emperor Jiajing just now was to confiscate his home. Zhu Pingan knew this clearly.
Search your home.
Why.
Zhang Guanku, Jia Langzhong and others deserved their punishment, but their families were pitied. The Ming Dynasty was a feudal society, which paid attention to etiquette. For the female relatives here, they usually stayed at home and played the piano.
Playing chess, reading books, and drawing, these are the skills they know.
If your home is confiscated, even if you are not punished as a slave, a maidservant, or a prostitute, or you are driven out of the mansion and have to make a living on your own, for these ladies who can only play chess, calligraphy, and painting on weekdays, it is nothing more than the same.
A disaster.
All their property was confiscated, and they were driven out of the mansion without a penny. How could they make a living living on the streets, as they could only play music, chess, calligraphy, and painting? Do they engage in manual labor? Even if they could lower their faces, put down their bodies, and engage in the most basic manual labor in exchange for a meager income.
But you may also face bullying, or even be trafficked or forced into prostitution, etc. Without shelter, the once white, rich and beautiful people are considered a hot commodity in the eyes of some people in the industry.
Of course, if there are relatives to take you in, that's a different matter.
Of course, they are not completely innocent. They have enjoyed so much public support for so long...
Thinking about it, it's probably because I haven't cultivated my psychology enough. They were just confiscated and their property was confiscated.
Not being involved in any fines is already a good result.
I don’t have a lot of money, but I am just standing on the same starting line as thousands of ordinary people.
The dangers they face are also faced by ordinary people.
From another perspective, it might be a good thing for them to step out of the golden birdcage, change their lifestyle, and create a new life with their own hands.
Thinking of this, Zhu Ping'an looked at the dazzling array of delicacies on the table and couldn't help but move his index fingers.
The delicacies on the table are all leftovers from Emperor Jiajing's dinner, but they are all untouched with chopsticks. However, there are seventeen or eight dishes, which are spread out slowly on the table. Eight delicacies such as shark's fin and sea cucumber are not necessary.
As mentioned, there are everything from West Lake vinegar fish, mushroom fat chicken, yellow braised mutton, beggar's chicken, fried shrimps in oil, dry-fried bells, fire heel fairy duck, fish head soup, etc., every one of them makes me hungry.
One day Zhu Pingan was salivating.
The best food in the world - imperial meal.
It’s better not to waste it.
Zhu Ping'an sat at the table without any distractions, and started to enjoy his meal. He had a mouthful of West Lake vinegar fish, a mouthful of oil-fried prawns, a sip of hot tea, and another bite of shark's fin. He was enjoying himself...
The maids and young eunuchs standing on the side of the outer hall were attracted by the sound of Zhu Ping'an feasting. They couldn't help but turn their eyes over, and then they couldn't move away...
In their opinion, the scene of Zhu Ping'an feasting was similar to how some modern people watch live broadcasts of gourmet food by big eaters such as Kinoshita from the island country and Mizi-kun from China.
Why does he eat so deliciously?
How could he eat so much?
Is his stomach a bottomless pit? Oh my god, he's only been a little while, and the plate of oil-fried prawns and beggar's chicken has already bottomed out...
In the dim night, when Yan Song and Xu Jie came from Wuyi Palace to the Wanshou Palace to meet Emperor Jiajing, they also saw the scene of Zhu Ping'an feasting. The seventeen or eighty dishes of delicacies on the table had become yesterday's flowers.
He was eaten to pieces.
Gentle beast.
That's probably their impression.
In their eyes, although Zhu Pingan ate very elegantly and politely, to them, the speed with which he ate and the amount of food he ate were simply at the level of an animal.
"Master Chief Assistant, mentor..."
Yan Song and Xu Jie both came forward, and Zhu Ping'an realized belatedly that when he stood up to greet him, his mouth was still bulging.
"Haha, Zihou has a good appetite." Yan Song smiled slightly and nodded.
Xu Jie pointed at Zhu Pingan's mouth, smiled and shook his head, then waved his hand downward, indicating that Zhu Pingan could just sit down and eat.
Yan Song and Xu Jie came to see the Holy Emperor. They only met Zhu Ping'an once and then went into the inner hall to pay homage to Emperor Jiajing.
So Zhu Pingan sat down and continued.
While Zhu Pingan was feasting on the royal meal, Liu Mu and Liu Dadao, who were waiting outside the gate of Xiyuan Palace, were also eating at a nearby food stall while waiting for Zhu Pingan.
This food stall is similar to a modern food stall. On the stall are officials who come home from get off work directly from Xiyuansi, and officials who go home from nearby yamen. Most of them are attendants like Liu Mu, Liu Dadao and others who are waiting for the officials to get off work. After all, officials are more particular, and those who eat at such stalls rarely eat.
The curfew is at three o'clock, which is around eight o'clock in the evening.
There is still some time before the curfew, and the food stalls are still very busy, with eight or nine tables full of people.
Liu Mu and Liu Dadao were sitting on the edge. They could see the palace gate at a glance. They ordered a basket of big meat buns, two bowls of free steaming soup, and a few heads of garlic. They ate while waiting, paying attention to the palace gate, and listening.
Chatting with the diners at the stall.
The diners at the stall chatted all over the place at first. Later, when officials from Xiyuansi passed by the stall after get off work, and a group of Dongchang fans left Xiyuan, the topic gradually turned to the theft of the Taicang treasury.
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The topic turned to Zhu Pingan again.
"The Dongchang fans who just left the palace are all heading for the Taicang warehouse theft case. What? You don't know about the treasury theft case yet. This news about you... Tsk, Tsk, Mr. Zhang was here just now
I was passing by and told me personally that the Taicang treasury was stolen, and half of the treasury was emptied. I heard that it was still theft."
"I heard about it too. I heard that the theft from the Taicang treasury was discovered by an adult named Zhu Ping'an."
"What are you talking about? I also heard that Mr. Zhu went in to check the bank with his buttocks naked."
"Oh my God, are you kidding me?"
"What? Bare buttocks? Hahaha, no, why is he taking off his clothes to check the treasury? Isn't this taking off his pants and farting?"
"What do you know? Mr. Zhu is also forced to have no choice. I heard that in order to stop Mr. Zhu, the people in Taicang slandered and slandered Mr. Zhu. Why would they hide private goods in the bank? If there is less money, Mr. Zhu can steal it.
..... Mr. Zhu blocked their mouths to show his innocence, and in front of everyone, he tore off his clothes, revealing that one foot long, bah, bah, anyway, they were walking around naked.
I went into the bank to count the money in the vault, and I found out the silverfish in the country in one fell swoop. They used to say that so-and-so was an upright official. I didn’t believe it, so I believed Mr. Zhu. Mr. Zhu checked the bank with his bare buttocks. This is the real thing.
Integrity, is there any official who has a naked Master Zhu who is spotless and clean..."
The topics at the food stalls are basically related to Zhu Pingan and the Taicang theft case.
This is a compliment to our young master... Liu Mu and Liu Dadao looked at each other and listened with gusto.