Daming Yinghua

Chapter 7 Huangzunsu

In the dim light, the man bowed deeply.

"My surname is Huang, a native of Ningbo Prefecture, Zhejiang Province. This year, I am a Jinshi of Xinke. I was appointed as an official in Ningguo Prefecture. After I arrived at Ningguo Prefecture, I found that the original official was still in office. The Ministry of Officials corrected the mistake and ordered me to go to Songjiang Prefecture as an official. .My servant and I disembarked from the canal, and just passed Tongli when we encountered robbers."

When Han Ximeng heard this, he suddenly sighed.

It turned out that this person was going to take up his post in his hometown of Songjiang. He, an official of Songjiang, and himself, a citizen of Songjiang, are now trapped in a bandit den.The banditry in Susong area is very rampant.

Han Ximeng continued to ask: "Do you have a name for the enemy you suspect?"

Mr. Huang calmly told the whole story.

His enemy is Shen Tonghe.This person is also the candidate who went to Beijing to take the exam this year. He spent a lot of money to buy the officials of the Ministry of Rites in Beijing, and was able to take the exam in the same dormitory as his in-law Zhao Mingyang.

Zhao Mingyang's knowledge and literary talents are considered excellent. After finishing the article, he wrote it for Shen Tonghe and asked him to copy it.Unexpectedly, Shen actually took the Hui Yuan.

That day in the Tribute Academy of the Ministry of Rites, some examinees knew about this, because Shen Tonghe's father was appointed as the governor of Henan, and the examinees did not dare to offend the Shen family.

However, Mr. Huang thinks that the sons of the official family have blatantly cheated, and where is the law of the Ming Dynasty?Such a person who deceives the world and steals his name, how can he become an official.On the day when the list was released, he used mud to paste Shen Tonghe's name, and asked Yousi to investigate thoroughly.The Ministry of Rites retested and verified him independently, and found that he was really just a person with a little literacy, and Zhao Mingyang confessed, so the imperial court sent the two of them to the border.

After listening to Han Ximeng, he thought to himself, this Mr. Huang is already a Jinshi in high school, and the cheating of the same candidates does not affect his personal pursuit of fame and official position, but he is still not afraid of power and authority, and wants to argue for justice clearly. His temper is very similar to that of his late father.

Zheng Haizhu, who was wearing a mosquito net beside him, as a time traveler, couldn't help complaining secretly.

The officials of the Ming Dynasty are indeed more exotic than the next.When the Ministry of Officials confers officials to Jinshi, it even makes mistakes in the prefecture and county where they took office.Then, the son of a high-ranking official cheated in the scientific examination, and the high-ranking official went so far as to find the underworld to get rid of the whistleblower without saying a word.

Whether it is a vegetarian meal in the place of the corpse, no matter if you have nothing to fear, the administration of officials is in a mess. No wonder, in less than 30 years, Ming Dynasty will be finished.

Only Han Ximeng asked more respectfully: "May I ask your name, sir?"

"Famous name, the word is really long."

what?
Zheng Haizhu was taken aback.Fortunately, the darkness concealed her expression.

Huang Zunsu... Isn't that the father of Huang Zongxi, a famous thinker in the late Ming Dynasty, and one of the seven gentlemen of the Donglin Party?

If he remembers the history correctly, he will be arrested and imprisoned for offending Wei Zhongxian ten years later in the last year of Tianqi, and commits suicide in prison. He died in his early forties.

In Yuyao, Zhejiang, there is still Huang Zunsu's cemetery hidden in a large plum garden.

A Jinshi in the last years of Wanli, a native of Ningbo Prefecture, a first-time official in Ningguo, an uncommon name, a deep voice that is not too old and not too young... All information can be matched, this person in front of him should be Huang Zunsu in history.

A year ago, after Zheng Haizhu, who traveled through time, gradually adapted to her identity and started to implement her own plan to make a living, Han Ximeng, a famous lady from Songjiang and the founder of "Gu Embroidery" admired by later generations, was the first historical celebrity she found on her own initiative.

As for Huang Zunsu, he was the second celebrity who bumped into him.

Zheng Haizhu couldn't help muttering, if Huang Zunsu didn't die in this kidnapping and seeking revenge, then what was the reason for his escape?
While thinking about it, the wooden door of the shed was opened, and the old woman stepped in with the food, and there was a small oil lamp on the tray.

The mother-in-law delivered meals to Huang Zunsu in the past few days, and she was not surprised to see him standing in the shed. Then she saw Zheng Haizhu hanging the mosquito net, and her heart immediately whimpered—young and good-looking girls are really popular, and this nerd is just looking at him. I'm going to be a ghost, and I don't forget to curry favor with beautiful women.

The mother-in-law handed the food plate to Zheng Haizhu, turned around and got out of the smelly barn.

"Miss, the chicken soup is very fragrant, and the rice is also steamed with fresh rice." Zheng Haizhu reported briskly.

Although she was in a dangerous situation, after all, Miss Han just said that she should eat well, so why should the atmosphere be too dignified as a maid.

Han Ximeng ordered: "Give Mr. Huang a bowl."

Zheng Haizhu did as he did, and Huang Zunsu didn't refuse without politeness. He took the chicken soup, sat on the floor, and sipped it slowly.

Han Ximeng said to Zheng Haizhu with a sense of humor: "When we were studying art in Suzhou, we visited the Canglang Pavilion and ate red sheep noodles at the farmhouse next to the garden. We still disliked the fact that a few flies flew into the dining hall. It's so untidy. Now Stuck in a pile of mosquitoes and flies, next to the pig pen and sheep pen, I can eat it."

Zheng Haizhu was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he ate a few chopsticks of rice before he went to answer the master's words: "Miss, when I was looking through my brother's books in my hometown in Zhangzhou, I read an anecdote. One of the four Sumen scholars The first Huang Tingjian was relegated to a small state city. He lived in a dilapidated house. Outside the window was a pig slaughtering stall. Every day, there was blood and blood, strong stench, and green flies flying around. , Sleep when you should, read and write poems, and go about your day as usual."

Over there, Huang Zunsu, who was drinking chicken soup, couldn't help being curious about this young woman after hearing Zheng Haizhu's words.

Women's reputation is the most important nowadays, Miss Qianjin once entered the bandit's den, even if she escaped, the world would look at her.

Even though Huang Zunsu hated this rotten notion of disregarding right from wrong and innocent people being blamed for crimes, he couldn't ignore it, so he kept his mouth shut and didn't ask where the two masters and servants who were in trouble in front of them lived.

But just now, he has already noticed from the conversation between the two that the maid deduced the cause of the distress for the master, unlike ordinary maids.

From what I heard now, she really came from a scholarly family, no wonder she had to be calm in the face of danger, but also understand the understanding and demeanor of a literati.

Since Huang Zunsu expressed his approval, he picked up the allusion mentioned by Zheng Haizhu: "What the girl said is true. Huang Tingjian also named his shabby room 'Xuanjizhai', taking the meaning of tranquility amidst the noise, and being open-minded and self-deprecating."

Han Ximeng is also a person who has read a lot of poetry and books. After a little recollection, he said in a gentle voice: "I remembered, this Huang Lu Zhi Huang Gong also wrote a poem: Swimming ten thousand feet with a dangerous heart, and five soldiers born with impatience. With a stick of incense, the Lingtai is clear and clear..."

"That's right, Miss Wujue's poem is straightforward, but I like it very much. Mr. Huang is a great incense maker in the Song Dynasty."

"Well, he is still a master of calligraphy. I like his "Dizhu Ming Scroll". It would be great if he could embroider it with needles."

In the shabby room, the three prisoners were like this, chatting freely in the smell of chicken soup and pig manure, not thinking about their current situation like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Just at this time, he heard the sound of footsteps in the yard, and then the male duck's voice of the shirtless guard rang out: "Hey, Second Master, why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)