Although Hong Chengchou was drinking tea, he still felt a little dry due to psychological effects. He swallowed hard and made up his mind. If Marquis Zhongxing was really bold and had that purpose, he planned to slowly alienate Marquis Zhongxing.
Stay as far away as possible to reduce the degree of being dragged down.
Hong Chengchou thought about his words and carefully asked Zhong Jinwei, who was drinking tea: "Master Hou, you are Xiaguan's benefactor. Of course, Xiaguan is loyal to Lord Hou, but Lord Hou follows his lead."
Zhong Jinwei was drinking tea with a teacup when he suddenly heard something strange from Hong Chengchou, so he put down the teacup and looked at him.
"Xiaoguan heard that you have recommended many people, and they are all in high positions. Hai Rui Haigangfeng of the Jiajing Dynasty, he has always wanted a son. Xianguan is a little strange. I don't know that you have worked so hard and you don't want to do anything for me."
When it comes to making money, what do you want?"
When Zhong Jinwei heard what Hong Chengchou said did not match the preface and the latter, it did not sound like what a man with a Jinshi background said. He thought that he was still a little in awe of him. He couldn't help but laughed and said: "We don't have to be so restrained when talking. You are also on the same side after all."
The official of the feudal territory."
After finishing speaking, Zhong Jinwei saw that Hong Chengchou was still looking at him, looking forward to his answer. He couldn't help thinking that it seemed that he wanted to get an answer from him.
So Zhong Jinwei stopped smiling, looked back at Hong Chengchou seriously and said: "Actually, you are right, everyone has a purpose for doing anything. Including me, I am no exception. If I tell you, I will do this
The meaning of the world is to let the people of the Ming Dynasty live a good life, revive the Ming Dynasty, let the Ming Dynasty stand in the center of the world and be respected by all countries, and let Chinese civilization spread all over the world, do you believe it or not?"
Hong Chengchou naturally didn't believe it after hearing this, but seeing Zhong Jinwei's serious look on his face, he was a little doubtful. Is there really such a saint in the world who is dedicated to serving the public good?
After Zhong Jinwei said what he just said, he felt something in his heart, so he stood up, walked to the window, looked outside through the window with a shelf, and then said: "People have pursuits in life, whether it is for wine, sex, wealth or fame and fortune.
Power is a pursuit based on one's own needs. But there are also people who will dedicate themselves for others and for the public to have a good life. I used to hear about such people and didn't believe it, but now I believe it, because
..."
Zhong Jinwei turned around, looked at Hong Chengchou who was looking at him and said: "I am also one of them. In other words, I also have a pursuit, but it is just a spiritual pursuit."
If there are people like Zhong Jinwei who come from a generation that has experienced hundreds of years of darkness, as long as they have some conscience and have the opportunity to do something, Zhong Jinwei believes that they will change this destiny for their own nation and their motherland.
However, Hong Chengchou still didn't quite believe it. He heard what Zhong Jinwei said, and a sentence suddenly popped up in his heart: establish a heart for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, inherit the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations. This slogan
It has been around since the Song Dynasty, but he has never seen anyone actually doing it.
In fact, the people Zhong Jinwei mentioned who dedicated themselves were not people from ancient times, but those early members of a certain party that he heard about in later generations.
After Zhong Jinwei finished speaking, he remembered Hong Chengchou's integrity in history and seriously reminded him: "You are the person I recommended. It is true that you are talented, but if you go astray, I will not show mercy to you."
.I don’t care about you anymore. I hope you can remember what I said today and don’t let me down.”
Hong Chengchou was stunned when he heard this. He recalled that Zhong Jinwei had said similar words to him and made demands of him when they first met.
Naturally, he didn't know that Zhong Jinwei was referring to his historical surrender to the Manchus and his role as a pawn for the Manchurians. He thought it was because he did not make decisions for the people and was nicknamed Hong Shatou.
Zhong Jinwei had expressed his attitude, which basically dispelled his suspicions about whether Zhong Jinwei wanted to rebel. Hong Chengchou was relieved, and immediately stood up, bowed to Zhong Jinwei, and expressed his attitude again: "I will definitely remember the teachings of the Marquis and work hard for the people."
Find a way to survive."
"Okay." Zhong Jinwei nodded. Suddenly he got a hint from Hong Chengchou's words and quickly asked: "By the way, the capital has distributed sweet potatoes to all provinces. Do you have any here?"
Hong Chengchou was stunned for a moment, but he immediately remembered that there was such a thing, but he didn't really believe in the output of this thing, so he stopped taking care of it after giving the order.
"Master Marquis, I am busy suppressing thieves and have not yet taken care of the sweet potato matter. Now that Master Marquis has brought it up, why don't I go with him to have a look?" Hong Chengchou quickly found a reason for himself and explained.
One sentence, and then invited Zhong Jinwei.
Zhong Jinwei naturally wants to see how the sweet potato yield is at this time. If the yield is large, it can save many people if it is popularized.
So, he asked Hong Chengchou to lead the way and wanted to visit.
As soon as they left the door, a sergeant came over and reported: "Master Marquis, a group of squires have gathered outside and want to see the Marquis."
Zhong Jinwei thought about it and ordered: "Tell them that I am checking the debt and have no time to see them and let them go back."
After saying that, he let Hong Chengchou continue to lead the way to see the sweet potatoes.
Hong Chengchou led Zhong Jinwei and did not leave the government office because the place where he asked people to plant sweet potatoes was in a corner of the garden in the government office.
After Zhong Jinwei passed by, he saw at a glance the sweet potatoes he had high hopes for. He saw some sweet potato stalks scattered in the ground, with different growth. It could be seen that some had just been planted;
For a period of time, the leaves were withered and yellow, obviously they were almost finished; some had narrow stems and leaves that were weak and weak. There were various conditions, and Zhong Jinwei was not happy to see any sweet potato seedlings.
On one side, an old farmer heard the sound and came out of the hut. Seeing that it was Zhongcheng who was coming with his imperial envoy, he quickly knelt down in front of the door.
"Master Hou, he is in charge of sweet potato cultivation. He is an experienced farmer specially invited by the lower official." Hong Chengchou introduced to Zhong Jinwei on the side.
"Uncle, get up and tell me about these sweet potatoes." Zhong Jinwei greeted him quickly when he saw the old man with white hair and beard and a lot of wrinkles on his face kneeling before him.
The old farmer didn't react at all. He didn't expect Zhong Jinwei to call him uncle. He thought the envoy was greeting someone else, so he lowered his head and kept kneeling motionless.
Zhong Jinwei had seen a lot and knew that his behavior was quite unusual in the Ming Dynasty. But he didn't take it seriously. He stepped forward to help the old farmer up and said while helping him: "Uncle, don't be restrained. Just pretend that there are no officials here."
, let’s just talk about farm work.”
Hong Chengchou was stunned as he stood behind Zhong Jinwei. He didn't expect that the dignified Marquis Zhongxing would be so close to an old farmer who had been serving the land all his life, regardless of his identity. People who didn't know it thought that this old farmer was the father of Marquis Zhongxing!
Zhong Jinwei's people-friendly behavior reminded Hong Chengchou of his repeated confessions to him, and he suddenly valued Zhong Jinwei's original confession to him. At this time, he began to believe that Zhongxing Hou's confession to him was not that official.
The polite words are not just said to oneself casually.
The old farmer mechanically stood up with the force of Zhong Jinwei's hands, but his eyes were still a little dull. He looked at Zhong Jinwei as if he didn't recognize him, or maybe he thought he was dreaming.
In his life, he had never seen an official behave like this. The officials he usually saw were more arrogant in front of him. Even those minor officials were like this.
Zhong Jinwei understood that it would be difficult for him to get used to it and talk to him freely. But he really wanted to know about the sweet potato, so he had to speak first, asking some questions and giving some guidance about the sweet potato.
The old farmer kept answering Zhong Jinwei's questions in a field he was familiar with. After answering, he gradually found a feeling and became more and more fluent. He no longer felt restrained and started talking more.
From the words of the old farmer, Zhong Jinwei learned that he was not sure when to plant, as well as the temperature, humidity, light and other conditions that the sweet potato was adapted to, so he had to plant the germinated seedlings from the cellar in batches, and Zhong Jinwei appeared.
I saw different types of sweet potato cultivation.
Zhong Jinwei was born in a rural area. When he was a child, he grew sweet potatoes with his parents. However, it took so long that he could not remember the specific details. He only vaguely remembered a few key points, which he explained to the old farmer one by one.
Hong Chengchou couldn't get a word in at all. He looked at Zhong Jinwei and the old farmer talking with a strange expression. This Zhongxing Hou knew so much!
The old farmer listened to Zhong Jinwei's suggestion and nodded in agreement, preparing to try it later.
Just when Zhong Jinwei had exhausted his knowledge about sweet potatoes, another sergeant came to the backyard and reported: "Angel, Zhongcheng, the squires outside the Yamen refused to leave. They said they knew they were wrong. Once the angel gave orders,
, they all agreed and only asked the angel to give them a way to live."