Eating too many peaches is troublesome. At least when being pulled home by an ox cart, few people were willing to move. Yun Zheng led the ox and looked back at the people on the cart. He only felt bursts of happiness.
This is how life should be lived.
In the distant Bianliang City of Tokyo, it was time for officials to leave for work. Zeng Gongliang, the minister of Tianzhang Pavilion, still stayed in the official office, reading memorials from various places. These memorials were all expired official documents that had been prepared to be disposed of.
What he wants to see is not the tedious business dealings, but some interesting things happening in various places.
Today, he heard a chief talking about the heavenly punishment in Shu, and his curiosity was completely aroused. As the head of the household department, he wanted to see what the whole story was about.
Finally, he found them from a large number of memorials. For these memorials, he went to the Qintian Prison and paid a lot of money to get these things back.
In the Song Dynasty, abandoned memorials were burned and could only be viewed by God, so the person who handled them was the Qin Tianjian. Of course, only important documents would be archived and recorded for retrieval. As for a Taoist temple being destroyed
The thunder from the sky that struck the vast documents of the Song Dynasty was indeed nothing.
The memorial of the Chengyangguan incident was mixed with all kinds of auspiciousness and bad omens, and was inconspicuous at all. Since the official knew his life experience, he no longer believed in any auspiciousness or bad omens, so Jia Changchao also
If he would not show these things to the emperor, he would have been deposed at this level.
Zeng Gongliang opened the document and saw half of the reply receipt, which read "I understand:". Zeng Gongliang frowned when he saw these three words. Jia Changchao had become so domineering that the reply to the memorial came from
There is a rhyme and reason, how can it be possible for a minister to reply so frivolously? There are only half of them here, and the other half must have already replied to the officials in Shu.
"Taoist priests use land and water to sacrifice living people? Interesting!" Zeng Gongliang smiled and shook his head and continued to look down. When he saw the sound shaking the fields, the fire shooting into the sky, the walls collapsing and the house collapsing, and the flying rocks splashing three miles away, he
He could no longer laugh, and the hand holding the memorial was shaking slightly. Others might think this was a divine punishment, but Zeng Gongliang, a master of gunpowder, did not think so.
"It's too powerful. It's really too powerful. If the effectiveness is reduced by 80%, this should be the movement caused by the explosion of gunpowder. There is less smoke and the bombardment is fierce. Suddenly! Who did it?"
Zeng Gongliang quickly searched for the names mentioned in the memorial. The scholar who was sacrificed alive was actually an official. The seventeen-year-old Cheng Fenglang. If he was not a full-time official, he should be a rewarded official.
Yunzheng!
Zeng Gongliang had already memorized this person's name.
"Tomorrow I will go to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to recruit this person and we will know after seeing his experience."
Walking out of the gate of Qintian Prison, it was already dusk outside. Before reaching Washizi, the unique irritation of cattle, horses, pigs and sheep could be heard from the nose. The ground was full of bloody sewage. Zeng Gongliang frowned and stood on tiptoe.
As I tiptoed past there, there were already hundreds of small boats moored on the small river next to it. The Bianliang water gate would only be opened at this time to let in these boats carrying pigs and sheep.
"From now on, the switching time must be at midnight!" Zeng Gongliang muttered in a low voice, and quickly passed through Wa Shizi. He was surrounded by traders and clerks carrying dead pigs and sheep. Now these people are becoming more and more unscrupulous.
How can a place like Tianjian become a place for killing pigs and sheep, without fear of incurring divine punishment?
When he got on his carriage, the white thin silk clothes on his body were soaked with sweat. He opened the curtain of the carriage to let in the breeze, so that he could feel more comfortable.
The residence of Ding Du, a bachelor of Duanming Palace, is located at the Four Eyes Bridge outside the West Water Gate. Zeng Gongliang, who was undecided, wanted to discuss with this old friend who jointly wrote the "General Essentials of the Martial Arts" to discuss the natural punishment of Chengdu Prefecture.
Is it a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?
After being welcomed into the door by his old friend, Zeng Gongliang did not respond to his greetings after arriving in the study. Instead, he very skillfully took down the outline of the "General Essentials of Military Classics" that had just been compiled from his old friend's bookshelf, and pointed at the gunpowder.
This article addressed Ding Du: "My lord, three years ago you said that gunpowder sounded like thunder, but unfortunately it was not effective enough. If there really was a kind of gunpowder in this world, it could sound hundreds of miles away, shoot up the sky with flames, and knock down walls.
It collapsed and flying rocks flew three miles away. What did my brother think?"
Ding Du chuckled, took Zeng Gongliang back to the couch and finished cooking. He pushed the sour plum soup brought by the maid in front of Zeng Gongliang and said, "No hurry, no hurry, drink this bowl of sour plum soup first to relieve the heat."
, and then let’s talk about gunpowder, the smell of sweat on your body makes even a slovenly person like me look at you with suspicion!”
Zeng Gongliang burst into laughter, shook his sleeves, drank sour plum soup, and waited for Dingdu's answer. His old friend had now entered the official department, and rumors of worshiping the prime minister had spread. His words were conclusive, but Zeng Gongliang did not believe him. He had a simple personality.
It is not a good thing for a good old man who does not value appearance to become a political advisor, but a kind of suffering.
"Brother, please tell me where your description comes from?" Ding Du always looked slow.
Zeng Gongliang took out the memorial from his pocket, opened it, clicked on a certain place in it, and pointed it out to Ding Du.
After reading the memorial carefully, Ding Du said: "During the Chunhua period of Emperor Taizong, Lu Mengzheng was occupying the position of Kuan Jian. At that time, everyone thought that the government affairs were clear and clear. Who knew that a demon fire accompanied by lightning descended on Tianzhang Pavilion. For a time, the entire Tianzhang Pavilion was completely destroyed.
They were all destroyed by Zhu Rong, but fortunately they were rebuilt later, otherwise, you, the minister of Tianzhang Pavilion, would have a dishonest reputation."
Zeng Gongliang shook his head and said: "Otherwise, Tianzhang Pavilion is a fire, and Chengyan Temple is an explosion. This memorial mentions that there was saltpeter gas in Chengyan Temple after the explosion. You and I both know that saltpeter is indispensable in gunpowder.
Furthermore, someone was sacrificed alive by the Taoist priest of Chengyan Temple. I think he must have a lot of resentment in his heart. If he happened to possess this kind of terrifying gunpowder, I think the matter of Chengyan Temple cannot be regarded as natural punishment.
My brother Bo Wenqiang remembers that since he is already in the Ministry of Civil Affairs, he doesn’t know whether he has any memory of a person who was in an empty post from the eighth rank?"
Ding Du smiled and said to Zeng Gongliang: "You are not here to ask me about anything, but to test me. Let's talk about it. I only remember Enmeng Guan during the Qingli period, but I can't remember it if it is far away."
Living."
"Yun Zheng! Yes, this is Yun Zheng. He is only 17 years old this year. He is serving as Chengfenglang. He is from Shuzhong."
Ding Du's expression changed a little. He looked at Zeng Gongliang and said, "I'm afraid you're right. This young man is not simple. There are eleven people in total who have impressed me the most in the civil service department. Yun Zheng ranks among them."
Ninth, young hero!"
Zeng Gongliang laughed and said: "Extraordinary people can achieve extraordinary things. Brother Gongzhi, tell me quickly. I can't wait any longer."
Ding Du looked at Zeng Gongliang with a strange expression and said: "The official documents of the Ministry of Personnel record that this son has opened up a trade road in Dousha Pass, Dousha County. This trade road is not simple. He can exchange iron tools from the Tubo people for Qingtang horses! So...
In order to ensure the smooth flow of this trade route, the local government used heavy troops to wipe out the largest bandit den near Douchuan Pass. Countless bandits were all beheaded, and it is recorded in writing that no one escaped. The Chengdu Prefectural Government sentenced Lu
One of the reasons why Qingyuan was able to return to Beijing was to suppress bandits!"
After listening to Ding Du's words, Zeng Gongliang was a little disappointed. Opening a business route and contributing horses were indeed worthy of the imperial court's award of an official status. However, this kind of background was different from what he thought. It was not in line with the young hero Ding Du just mentioned, let alone the young hero.
It is worthy of Ding Du to rank him as the ninth most benevolent person in the world, so he continues to look at Ding Du and waits to hear the following.
"You have also heard that I will enter the center, so I am fortunate to be able to see some secrets, including those about Yun Zheng. I can't tell you the truth, I can only tell you that this guy gave two thousand people in just a few seconds.
The rest of the people perished, including a large Tubo clan! The whole process was thrilling and the timing was so precise that it is rarely seen in the world."
"That's right, can you transfer this son to the capital? I really want to have a long talk with him and ask him about gunpowder. Our Song Dynasty lacks war horses. We have been defeated repeatedly in plain battles. In the face of plunder,
The Khitan people who are like flying are always weak-minded. If they master such a sharp weapon, they will definitely be able to teach the Khitan people that there is no return, and it is not impossible to destroy Li Yuanhao."
Ding Du smiled bitterly and said: "I am already breaking the rules by telling you some secrets. How can I snatch this person from the hands of the secret agents? This son has become the forbidden secret of the secret agents and no one else is allowed to get involved."
"Secret Agent?" Zeng Gongliang asked confusedly.
Ding Du laughed loudly and said to Zeng Gongliang: "Ming Zhong, you should spend less time on the "Wu Jing Zong Yao" and think more about your official position. They say that being an official for thousands of miles is only for wealth, but you are not
Such a person can only do more for the Song Dynasty if he stands at a high place. If you are interested, I will recommend you to join the Ministry of Household Affairs as a minister? By then, you will be qualified to read some of the top secrets of the imperial court.
When writing documents, your vision will be extended exponentially, what do you think?" (To be continued)