As soon as the eunuch in charge of the Royal Kitchen entered the hall of the Supervisor of Ceremonies with an angry look on his face, he complained unjustly to the chief eunuch Feng Bao about the situation in the East Factory.
"Ancestor, please take care of those idiots in Dongchang!"
Feng Bao put down his imperial pen and raised his head. When he heard the word Dongchang, he felt his head buzzing and he couldn't help but rub his sore forehead.
Feng Bao felt his temples pounding. In fact, starting last year, the emperor had taken away the power of personnel appointment in Dongchang.
In just six months, the young man whom he had raised since childhood not only won over some noble disciples, but also promoted some young generals in the capital camp.
It goes back and forth like this.
The emperor replaced almost all the old people in the East Factory. Not only did he install a large number of his own confidants, he also kicked him out of the East Factory as the chief manager of the inner court.
Could Feng Bao not know about this?
But he wisely chose to pretend to be deaf and mute, suppressing the turmoil in his heart. After all, he was a descendant of the old Zhu family. The emperor had already learned to cultivate party members and appoint his confidants at a young age...
Not surprisingly.
Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix.
The descendants of Lao Zhu's family are born to do this.
What the emperor is doing now reminds Feng Bao that when Master Jiajing was young, he was also very capable.
But Feng Bao didn't want to take care of it, didn't want to take care of it, couldn't take care of it, so he just sat back and watched as Dongchang's power gradually grew and became more domineering day by day.
In this three-thirds of an acre of land in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, the East Factory, the Cabinet, the eunuchs, the Imperial Guards, and even the West Factory would stage a drama of love and resentment every few decades.
This is fate.
Gotta admit it.
Feng Bao now just wants to find a way out for himself.
a long time.
Feng Baocai rubbed his forehead and asked in a deep voice: "What happened in Dongchang again?"
The manager of the imperial kitchen was very angry and said in a sharp voice: "Ancestor, please take care of it quickly. Those bastards in the East Factory have taken away all the chickens, ducks and geese raised in our imperial kitchen... thousands of them... this
It's almost dinner time, and the nobles are still waiting for their meal. This... this slave is really anxious!"
Looking at his frustrated subordinates.
Feng Bao was stunned.
At this time, the head of the inner court of the Ming Dynasty opened his mouth slightly involuntarily, as if he heard the most incredible thing in the world.
When the manager of the imperial kitchen finished speaking vividly, Feng Baocai woke up and asked suspiciously: "What... what does the East Factory want the chickens, ducks and geese from the imperial kitchen?"
The manager of the imperial kitchen said angrily: "Who knows!"
Isn't this a disease?
Feng Bao was also a little confused. After thinking about it, he gradually realized that no matter how domineering Dongchang was, he would not be able to do such a ridiculous thing.
So whose idea was this?
As soon as Feng Bao thought about it, he knew that the emperor was causing trouble again. He usually harmed people and money, so why did he harm poultry again?
This puzzled him.
He pondered for another moment.
Feng Baocai cautiously ordered: "Well... our family knows about this matter... don't bother with it anymore, just let them toss it over."
Eunuch Feng had already thought clearly. If the emperor wants to torment him, just go with him. If the emperor wants the poultry in the palace, just give it to him. It's not a big deal.
The manager of the imperial kitchen was helpless and had no choice but to say: "People's meals are precious..."
Upon hearing this.
Feng Bao was a little embarrassed and said angrily: "Idiot, are you a pig? If you need anything, just ask someone to buy some from the private sector."
The manager of the imperial kitchen was startled and quickly responded politely: "Yes."
Seeing that his ancestor lost his temper, he naturally did not dare to pester him any more and had no choice but to bow down and retreat.
As his men left, Feng Baocai couldn't help but scratch his head. Why did the emperor ask the people in Dongchang to search for chickens, ducks and geese?
Don't understand.
He simply stopped thinking about it and continued to lower his head to approve the memorial and let him go.
Disaster is present.
Feng Bao quickly became immersed in a worried mood, and his brows furrowed deeply.
same time.
The largest restaurant in Beijing.
Zuixianju.
In the deserted lobby, the shopkeeper and waiters all had sad faces, holding cattail fans and swatting a few buzzing locusts to death on the counter.
The locust plague suddenly came, rumors were flying all over the capital, the yamen were too busy to touch the ground, and the officials were no longer in the mood to eat or drink.
It's hot again.
The business in major restaurants and restaurants was extremely poor, and customers in twos and threes were drinking herbal tea in the lobby while sighing and cursing something.
"This world."
"Why."
I can't live anymore.
"I heard that the parishioners outside the city have started to make trouble..."
The diners were discussing in low voices worriedly, when suddenly the sound of loud conversation came from the private room on the second floor.
The voice was so full of righteous indignation that it sounded very violent: "The emperor is unvirtuous and brings harm to all living beings. We should plead for the people!"
"Exactly!"
In the face of a great disaster, the only people who have no worries about food or clothing and can still sit and talk in the elegant rooms of the largest restaurants in the capital are these pretentious scholars.
More than ten Confucian scholars gathered together.
An impassioned speech that made people pee.
"It is our duty to ask for orders for the people. My father has summoned fellow villagers overnight to submit a letter to the cabinet. This time... the emperor will definitely issue an edict to punish himself!"
As soon as he said this, other Confucian scholars immediately echoed loudly.
"good!"
"Very good!"
At this moment, the Confucian scholars were criticizing the young emperor, who was just eighteen years old. The gnashing of teeth looked like they were seeing the enemy who killed his father.
Just like scolding the emperor, a halo of majesty immediately appeared on his body, and his style immediately became taller.
Seeing a big storm unfolding.
In the lobby downstairs.
When the shopkeeper heard the rebellious remarks made by the scholars in the private room upstairs, he was so frightened that he kept sighing.
If word of this spreads, I'm afraid the restaurant will suffer as well.
The noise coming from upstairs was getting louder and louder, and the waiter couldn't bear it any longer, so he whispered: "Shopkeeper, why don't you go upstairs and chase these people away?"
It invites disaster!
The shopkeeper's face turned into a bitter melon, and he sighed with a bitter look on his face: "Goodbye, those are the descendants of the official family... I can't afford to offend them!"
The guy had no choice but to give up.
The shopkeeper stretched his neck again, glanced worriedly into the private room upstairs, and couldn't help but sigh quietly: "How old is the emperor?"
Isn’t this bunch of people talking nonsense?
In the minds of people in the capital, the emperor is still a child, and he has not even taken charge of the government yet. What does the locust plague in the capital have to do with him?
What grudge do these scholars have against the emperor?
Do you have to put the blame on a child?
Although the common people in the city were aggrieved, they could not say anything.
"Just watch."
The shopkeeper said firmly: "This capital city... is not peaceful!"
In total bleakness.
Noisy footsteps suddenly sounded outside the restaurant. When the shopkeeper looked up, he saw a fierce warrior wearing a brown gown and a round hat rushing in with a group of strong men.
The waiter trembled with fright and recognized these Dongchang ancestors at a glance.
The shopkeeper was also frightened, and hurriedly came forward to greet these evil men from the East Factory with a smile on his face: "Hey, you guys..."
