Chapter One Thousand and Twenty Three: A poor family in Fujian
After it was decided that Tiao Zhangqi would return to Beijing, the final decision was made.
Zhang Yue has always firmly believed that the higher the official position is, the higher the official position is than the ability matches, this is a disaster, not a blessing.
For example, some people are obviously very good-looking, but their photos don’t look like them. In fact, there is no need to worry, this is your own Qi protecting you.
Only if you have talent but don't show it, you are truly talented; if you are smart but don't show it, you are truly smart.
Too many people are amazingly talented when they are young, but then they become mediocre.
Either he overspent a lifetime of talent when he was young; or he received too much attention and went astray.
This is just like quantum mechanics. Excessive observation and attention will superimpose a large variable on people.
Therefore, Zhang Yue never thought about how quickly he would be promoted. According to his birth name and the prime minister's father-in-law, Gou had grown up in such a humble way and slowly gained seniority, and he could become a full-level boss.
But he didn't become an official just for promotion.
Anyone in power knows that names and utensils cannot be faked, but if you don’t borrow famous utensils from the emperor, how can you govern the world?
How to borrow? How much to borrow?
The emperor was also in a dilemma. He did not give anything and became the ruler of the world by one person.
How to choose between the two ends?
Ruling the world with Huang Shang is not an easy path after all.
The commotion lasted until the middle of the night, when the banquet had just ended. A small red gauze lantern ball hung from the Xuande Gate in mid-air, and the emperor had already set off to return to the palace. After the sound of a whip, Aoshan, decorated with hundreds of thousands of lights, suddenly
All went out in between.
It was night and the people dispersed in all directions, but the excitement of Shangyuan Night was only half over. Daxiangguo Temple, Kaibao Temple and other temples and Taoist temples all held thousands of people to burn incense on this night. There were also folk poetry gatherings, hall gatherings, theater performances, etc.
, a large number of people gathered in Goulanwashe, men, women, old and young all vying to watch the female sumo wrestling competition.
The prostitutes who were good at singing and dancing stayed up all night singing Liu Yong and Su Shi's poems.
The people continued to travel that night and had fun until dawn.
This was an era when martial arts were weak but humanities were prosperous.
Pursue culture and love life.
It is like the Vienna where singing and dancing was described before World War II, the art capital of the world, but it could not escape the end of being annexed.
We loved him and lost him in the end.
If history has not changed.
After the emperor left, all the officials went down to the tower.
The chief ministers inevitably congratulated Zhang Yue, and Zhang Yue responded to them one by one.
Zhang Yue, who was worshiped as a bachelor of the Zizhengdian Palace, not only stabilized his position in politics, but the next step was either to be a privy envoy or directly to become the prime minister.
Moreover, he was thirty-five years old and at the peak of his energy.
Han Jiang and Wang Gui took Zhang Yue's position and helped him. Although General Xu's official career depended on the support of the emperor, he was also quite close to Zhang Yue. These people were the most happy.
The rest of them kept their mouth shut and looked very calm.
Yuan Jiang finally made some concessions to Zhang Yue in terms of etiquette. The lower ranking was already approved by the emperor, and Lao Yuan seemed to be someone he could afford and let go. Wang Lian and Li Chengzhi were also average, without the slightest mental imbalance.
Zhang Yue suddenly gained the position, but he was not arrogant at all and dealt with it calmly.
If you are proud of your position, you are a small person, and others will know at a glance that you are almost done.
How to act neither humble nor arrogant in front of a powerful boss?
The answer is simple, as long as you are also a boss.
If not, just behave normally. The boss is far more reasonable and better at understanding people than you think.
The princes dispersed on horseback, each with a group of Yuan followers behind them.
But when he saw Feng Jing sitting on his horse and standing on the side of the road, Zhang Yue saw this and urged his horse forward and asked, "What advice do you have, Prime Minister?"
Feng Jingdao: "Da Shen, after regaining Qingtang this time, we still have to attack Xia from this road, right?"
Zhang Yue said: "I was just about to listen to the Prime Minister's advice."
Feng Jingdao: "I don't have any high opinions. Sima Jun and I have the same view. Attacking the Qing and Tang Dynasties will outweigh the gains and losses, and attacking the Xia Dynasty will definitely lead to defeat!"
Zhang Yue looked at Feng Jing silently, and Feng Jing said to Zhang Yue: "If we look at it, everything in the world will either be a great success or a great failure. There is no other way."
"The Xia Kingdom has been running for hundreds of years, and the Khitan relies on it for support. It cannot be destroyed by me. But if we do it superficially, it is better not to do it, otherwise the more we use, the more mistakes we make. These years of conquering the West are like pearls.
The bird gains little and loses much."
Zhang Yue's expression changed as he read Feng Jing's words. Feng Jing cupped his hands and said, "My words don't sound good, but they are all spoken from the bottom of my heart."
Zhang Yue knew that from another time and space, Feng Jing and Sima Guang's claims may not be unreasonable. The Song Dynasty attacked Xixia repeatedly for decades. Although it finally captured Hengshan, Xixia has been struggling to support itself. It consumed so much national power.
Finally, the Jin soldiers captured Bianjing.
But according to this principle, the more you mess around, the more mistakes you make?
Feng Jingdao: "Du Zhi, I know you have made great achievements, but Jia Yue treated you well back then. He was ill a few days ago and talked to his left and right officials about Qingmiao and Baojia, but they all lost. The four troubles of Shi Yi Guo cannot be eliminated.
He will not rest in peace until death. The ministers of the imperial court flatter their masters, use weapons rashly, and despise the Western barbarians. They will be defeated in the future!"
"People who are about to die at home will not be jealous of your achievements! Why bother making mistakes again and again? I will say this and say goodbye!"
After Feng Jing finished speaking, he rode away.
Zhang Yue watched Feng Jing's figure blend into the lights outside the palace.
Feng Jing's few words washed away most of his joy today, and his mood turned solemn. The most painful thing about being in politics is that your friends and teachers also opposed your political views in the past.
Zhang Yue was not afraid of the hostility of his political opponents, but he was afraid of the opposition of his friends and teachers.
Fu Bi admired him so much back then that he recommended him to make the exam, but now he is regarded as a minister of the imperial court who only wants to please the master.
There was also Sima Guang, who also appreciated and supported him back then.
There was also Feng Jing, the two of them had a very good relationship back then.
But now, for them, their pioneering efforts on Xihe Road are poison to the country.
Zhang Yue also rode out of the palace on horseback and looked at the bright moon in the sky. He couldn't help but smile when he thought of Su Shi who couldn't control his mouth but spoke the truth to everyone.
After walking out of the palace gate, Tang Jiu and Huang Haoyi greeted him. Zhang Yue asked, "Where is Madam?"
Zhang Yue looked for a way out and rode his horse for a while along the Royal Street.
He saw Shi Qi Niang holding the hands of her two sons and picking up Shangyuan lanterns at the colorful shed on the roadside.
Zhang Yuele got off his horse, and his followers came forward to clear the way.
He signaled to the left and right not to disturb him, and he stood behind him silently watching the Seventeenth Mother carry the lantern.
Seeing that there were fewer people on the left and right, Qi Niang felt something strange and turned around to see Zhang Yue in purple robe standing behind her.
The Seventeenth Mother said angrily: "Official, how can you let people do business with you like this?"
Zhang Yue had no choice but to smile.
Some people on the left and right recognized Zhang Yue and said with a smile: "Is this Mr. Zhang?"
Zhang Yue smiled and nodded.
"It's really Mr. Zhang!"
After hearing this, the people rushed to see Zhang Yue's style.
Seeing this, the Seventeenth Mother had no choice but to say to the shopkeeper: "If you pick these ten, the money will be calculated for you. How much can you save?"
Zhang Yue found it funny that Qi Niang was born into a wealthy family and was not very careful about money and things. However, she had been a bad person in recent years and actually bargained with the store.
The shopkeeper also boldly said: "We make a living with a small business. Although I am the wife of the prime minister, I can't save a few pennies."
After hearing this, the people on both sides laughed.
Zhang Yueyan said: "Shopkeeper, I bought all the lanterns in your stall and sent them to Zhang's house later."
Hearing this, the people booed.
The woman on the side pulled her husband's ear and said unwillingly: "Look how much Mr. Zhang loves his wife."
The husband said: "How can I compare? Mr. Zhang just conquered the west for the imperial court!"
"Xianggong Zhang will assist the emperor in destroying the Xia Kingdom in the future."
"It has been hundreds of years since the Song Dynasty, but we have only had such a character. So what if he loves his wife?"
After the meeting, Zhang Yue and his family just left.
During the Lantern Festival, people traveled out in large numbers, and people were walking around on the street. Zhang Yue also ordered his servants not to shout, but to just squeeze past.
The eldest son Zhang Gen and the second son Zhang Cheng were very fond of holding several lanterns in their hands. Zhang Yue said to the Seventeenth Niang beside him: "It was also the same Lantern Festival back then. My wife and I fell in love on the street."
The Seventeenth Mother smiled happily when she heard this, looked at Zhang Yue and asked, "Sir, do you still have the ram's horn lantern I gave you back then?"
Zhang Yue was sweating on his forehead, this was a question.
"Um?"
Seeing the Seventeenth Mother asking slightly displeasedly, Zhang Yue had no choice but to answer honestly: "I don't know where to put it after I marry my wife."
"I see," Seventeenth Mother nodded slightly, then pointed her finger and said, "Guanren, I also like the lanterns at that stall!"
Zhang Yue saw Qi Niang pointing forward, only to see hundreds of lanterns of various kinds placed in this stall.
At this moment, Zhang Yue, as a dignified prime minister, also felt that he was short of money.
Zhang Yue then used a trick: "Look, madam, you are playing tricks on Mr. Bao!"
But I saw a group of dance troupes playing Bao Lao, wearing various masks and puppets, jumping around.
Zhang Cheng, a young man, clapped his hands happily looking at it.
The Seventeenth Mother laughed when she heard this, and did not mention the matter of asking Zhang Yue to buy lanterns. The family watched some people performing juggling on the roadside, swallowing iron swords alive, and fish jumping through sword doors, all kinds of surprises, and it was especially lively and beautiful.
Zhang Yue felt the excitement. In the past, he took his girls to watch the lanterns, but now he watches the lanterns as a family.
"Daddy, I can't see!" Zhang Cheng said coquettishly.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yue picked up Zhang Cheng on the horse and sat in his arms.
Zhang Gen was unconvinced and said, "Dad, I want to get on the horse too!"
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yue had no choice but to dismount and let his two sons sit on the horse while he led them under the horse.
After walking for a while, everyone complained that they were hungry, so they sat at the noodle stall and ate noodles.
Zhang Yue was also sitting and eating noodles with the people. Here he could look at the dotted river lanterns on the Bian River, and in the distance were the lights of thousands of houses in Bianjing.
The people around him didn't know Zhang Yue at first, but later they gave up their seats one after another and greeted him respectfully.
Zhang Yue said: "I don't want to disturb the people, so you don't have to do this."
The people all said, "Xianggong Zhang is here, how dare we make a mistake?"
After saying this, the people all dispersed.
Zhang Yue shook his head and said: "Where did Mr. Zhang come from? He is just from a poor family in Fujian."
After saying this, Zhang Yue ordered people to collect the money, but the entourage rummaged through their bags. It turned out that all the money they had just spent to buy lanterns and provide the Seventeenth Mother with miscellaneous items along the way.
Zhang Yue had no choice but to shamelessly say to the store owner: "Store store, how much can we save by eating these?"
The store owner was so shocked that his jaw almost dislocated.
The Seventeenth Mother laughed when she saw this, and ordered her maid to meet with the banknotes to relieve Zhang Yue's embarrassment.
Zhang Cheng, who was standing aside, asked Zhang Gen, "Brother, dad often says that he comes from a poor family. What does this mean?"
Zhang Gen said: "Just remember, it means a bumpkin."
"Oh. I understand." Zhang Cheng nodded.
Ps: Happy New Year, brothers and sisters, may you have good luck and may you make a lot of money!
