Chapter 1080: As long as you have a breath left, you should take part in state affairs
There was a sound of thunder in the distance. The terrain of this hillside is complex. Even if the road is built, the steps are a bit slippery, making people's steps feel a little wandering.
"Lord, be careful!"
Wen Xunpeng opened an oil-paper umbrella and held it to cover the rain above Su Ziji.
"It's okay." Su Ziji waved his hand. He had already reached the top. He looked at the sky first. The sky was a bit gloomy, but there still seemed to be birds flying by. When he stretched out his hand, he seemed to be lazy, but he couldn't help but smile a little, and said
"There are many eagles in the mountains, and they sing from time to time - let's go and meet this Master Zhang Dai Zhang!"
The rain was falling, although it was not heavy, but the vegetation in the mountains was lush, and the sound of the falling rain hitting the green leaves and dead branches made people feel a little upset.
Of course, it may not be that the sound of rain is disturbing, but that the person listening to the rain is in a bad mood.
The skinny middle-aged man was sitting in a room with a half-open window, looking down at the book. He squinted his eyes to read the words, even with the candle light on, it seemed a little difficult.
This was originally a dilapidated Taoist temple on the mountain. When you look up from the foot of the mountain, you can see this Taoist temple. At this moment, it was temporarily used as a foothold for the imperial envoys.
The study room is connected to the lobby, which originally housed statues of gods. Due to disrepair, not only the lobby was dilapidated, but the statues were also dilapidated. They were moved away after the imperial envoys moved in.
The empty main hall was used as a lobby for conducting errands.
There are several side halls next to it, which can be used as study rooms or bedrooms.
In addition, there are places for temporary storage of materials and accommodation for soldiers.
"Master, it's time for you to take a rest." A servant came over and persuaded in a low voice: "You have been busy all day!"
Zhang Dai was woken up and left the instructions. He walked outside and looked down. With a tired look on his face, he looked at the sky sadly and said nothing. He just murmured: "Why sleep for so long before you die?"
I will sleep forever”
"Sir, what are you talking about?" The servant didn't hear clearly.
Zhang Dai glanced at it with a wry smile and simply asked: "Le San, have you received your fields?"
"I got it, sir, you gave my family too much. My own family doesn't even have a hundred acres of land, so why did you buy twenty acres for my family?"
"It should be returned to you and given to me, why not keep it with the Second Young Master!"
Le San still wanted to nag, but Zhang Dai stopped him: "Children will have their own blessings, so it makes sense to give it to you - where is the strong tea I asked you to make? Go and deliver it quickly."
Seeing that the master did not listen to the advice, the servant could only sigh and turn around to go out. At this moment, there were footsteps coming in from outside.
"Sir, Taisun sent someone here!"
Taisun sent someone here?
Zhang Dai stood up in a hurry, a little surprised, and paced in thought.
This time as the imperial envoy, he was the deputy, and the main imperial envoy was the grandson. However, the two were not in agreement, and Zhang Dai did not want the grandson to check him, so they divided their forces and each did his own thing.
He never asked his great-grandson for advice on the things he did, nor did he care whether he agreed or not.
Zhang Dai has his own ideas. As long as he does what he has determined to do, he will not look back.
Even if you hit a wall, you have to break the wall and break out a way.
Either hit the wall with a bloody head and die, or keep going.
This is my own way of being an official and my own style of conduct.
He realized that he had offended his grandson and did not ask for his forgiveness. Now, why did his grandson send people to see him?
"Let him in!"
Zhang Dai looked a little melancholy and sighed.
After a while, a man came in and saluted: "I have seen Mr. Zhang!"
"Get up!"
No matter how stubborn Zhang Dai was, he would not lose his temper with the Taisun faction. He waved his hand to let him get up. The man took the opportunity to get up and looked at Zhang Dai. He saw that Zhang Dai was full of wrinkles and had a thin figure. Although he was considered middle-aged, he had never been
In appearance, he looked at least ten years older, his hair was all gray except for the light shining under his eyebrows.
Such a person, squinting his eyes at this moment, looked at the person who was allowed to enter the study room.
A young man in his twenties, is this the envoy sent by Taisun?
He looked like a soldier and was inconspicuous, but his aura was different from that of ordinary soldiers.
Zhang Dai did not take a closer look at this difference, but asked: "Why did the grandson send you here?"
The envoy didn't waste any words. After confirming that it was Zhang Dai he saw, he said directly: "Sir Zhang, your search of the grain depot has frightened the thieves. Someone wants to attack you, sir. This has stirred up people's hearts. There has been a civil uprising outside.
We are already heading here and will be there soon!"
"My grandson means that since someone is instigating this matter, sir, if you leave, there will naturally be nothing they can do..."
Someone is instigating a popular uprising?
Zhang Dai was stunned. Suddenly, the scene of meeting his grandson flashed before his eyes. His mouth was filled with bitterness and he swallowed it with difficulty.
When the visitor saw that Zhang Dai was motionless, he thought Zhang Dai didn't believe it, so he urged: "Sir, this is true. You can see it if you look down the mountain!"
He quickly explained the situation very clearly.
Zhang Dai listened in a daze, seeming happy but not happy, half sad but not sad. He only whispered, inaudibly: "So at this time, your grandson didn't forget to remind me?"
"You can tell when you see the slightest thing, you can tell how great your grandson is as a person!"
"It's a pity that I, Zhang Dai, am not lucky!"
Zhang Dai didn't even need to look outside the mountain. He just turned his head slightly and could see some light through the half-open window. It seemed that the civil uprising was imminent and was about to arrive.
Faced with Taisun's reminder conveyed by the visitor, Zhang Dai fell silent, his voice a little hoarse: "Please reply to Taisun, just say... I will not leave."
"I have never done anything wrong with others in my life, but because of a civil uprising, I have to avoid it?"
"No, I won't leave!"
The messenger seemed silent as he did not expect to hear such an answer.
Zhang Dai's throat was hoarse, he waved his hands and urged: "Let's go, this is how you reply to my grandson."
Seeing this, the envoy silently withdrew.
The footsteps faded away, and Zhang Dai didn't look at him. He sat down, lowered his head, and continued to read and approve the documents, as if the civil uprising mentioned by the envoy had already started and had no impact.
After a while, someone else came in.
Zhang Dai said without raising his head: "Le San, just put the tea on the table."
A cup of ginseng tea was just placed on the table.
Zhang Dai had already read the documents in his hand and took out a pen to give instructions: "Since you are fulfilling your duties and reporting disasters and providing relief, why did you sell grain and sell grain and still have account books retained? It is really unbelievable, you
When he was so confused that he even forgot to wipe his hands and feet, he still wanted to beg for mercy, but it was too late, and he could not escape the three-foot king's law..."
The handwriting was meticulous. Zhang Dai had just finished writing the two characters "Wang Fa". The ink was exhausted and he wanted to dip another inkstone on one side. Suddenly, he made a movement and raised his head as if aware of something.
The person who came to deliver ginseng tea did not leave. This was not the character and behavior of the servant beside him.
At a glance, he stood up suddenly, knocked over the inkstone and ginseng tea, and splashed a large area with water, even onto his hands, which were so hot that they hurt.