General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 170
The Nanjing Huitong Pavilion is located in the government office of the Ministry of War, and to the west of the Huitong Pavilion is the Wuman post where the goods were bought and sold when the Communist Party paid tribute.

Standing outside Huitong Hall, you can vaguely see the Xinquan Academy that has been turned into ruins.

In the Ministry of War, there was only a little space in the same hall, but Zhang Shiche and his party were smothered by Jiajing earlier, and the most prosperous Liuhu in the southern capital, the Yamen of the Ministry of War was deserted.

The next day, Ning Jue just said a few words to Zhang Jia.

He Qian, who was originally the left servant of the Nanjing Ministry of Criminal Justice, rushed into the yamen of the Ministry of War with scarlet eyes.

"Ning Jue! A disciple under my sect watched you enter the academy with two jars of wine last night."

"The old man rummaged through the academy last night and found two wine jars. How dare you set fire to the capital, don't you?"

Ning Jue put his legs on the desk in front of him, and said frankly, "That's right."

"Still being cunning...do you admit it?!"

"hold head high."

He Qian looked down at his hands with wood ash, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.

"Do you know what kind of crime this is?! I want to go to the Metropolitan Procuratorate..."

Before He Qian finished speaking, Zhang Jia reminded him in a low voice: "Mr. Jiyang, Zhu Fuxian of the Nanjing Metropolitan Procuratorate has gone to inspect Fujian and Zhejiang, Wu Zongxian is in Huguang, and the biggest censor in Nanjing is Kezhong."

Hearing this, He Qian almost burst into tears.

"you you!"

"Losing money! 500 taels of silver, nothing less!"

Listening to He Qian's words, the smile on Ning Jue's face grew stronger.

"Mr. Jiyang Mingjian, Ning, has no money left, or you can come here and look it up, it's all yours."

From the beginning to the end, He Qian's goatee was trembling uncontrollably.

Anyone who reads it will feel that Ning Jue, a young man, is bullying He Qian, a 50-year-old gentleman.

But what Ning Jue said was the truth.

He really has no money.

"Why is he, Xu Jie, so dumb-sighted? He ordered your Jinshi!"

"This old man wants to sue you on the stage, please judge Yan Ge and Xu Ge!"

Ning Jue didn't bother to talk nonsense with He Qian, so he went up to support He Qian and walked towards the gate of the Ministry of War.

"Mr. Ji Yang, deliver the memorial to the cabinet. The Secretary of General Administration is in the east. I really can't wait. You go to the garrison hall to find Eunuch Mai. The garrison hall is on the left side of the Meridian Gate."

He Qian stopped alone in the lobby of the Ministry of War.

"You burned my academy, how dare you be so rude?!"

Ning Jue looked at Zhang Jia in astonishment.

"Zhang Butang, why am I being rude when you judge me?"

"Isn't this considered rude? Domineering and domineering, not a son of man!"

Hear what He Qian said.

Ning Jue was silent.

After pondering for a while, under Zhang Jia's gaze, Ning Jue raised his hand.

A "slap" was slapped on He Qian's face.

The entire military office fell into a deathly silence.

Even He Qian froze in place.

The old man obviously hasn't experienced this feeling for many years.

Ning Jue stepped back politely, bowed and said, "Sir, you can say I'm rude now."

Ti Wei guarded Jiajing, and Yan Song and Xu Jie followed behind.

If I can't beat them, I can't beat you? !
No one knows how much harm Ning Jue's big nose pocket has brought to a third-rank Minister of the Ministry of Punishment.

All this happened so fast that even Zhang Jia didn't react.

"Jiyang, Jiyang, are you okay, just say something."

Zhang Jia stepped forward and got busy, helping He Qian stroke his chest up and down.

Originally, Zhang Jia didn't say anything, and He Qian didn't even think of getting angry.

He only felt a hot and chilly feeling on the left side of his face.

After Zhang Jia said this, He Qian realized that he should be angry at this meeting.

"Jiyang, there is no hurdle in the world that cannot be overcome, don't be angry, no one else will see it." Before Zhang Yan finished speaking, Zou Wang rang outside the military office.

"I went to my godmother's place yesterday, and I heard from my sister that Ke finally got the job of patrolling Yingtian and supervising Xishan whipping, so I came here..." Zou Wang led more than 20 Xishan gentry into the military office.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zou Wang, who was carrying two boxes of pastries, couldn't help being startled.

"...how busy are the three gentlemen?"

He Qian's old face was like the dye vat in the dyeing workshop, sometimes red, sometimes purple, and finally turned iron blue.

"Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated, Ning Kezhong, the old man will fight with you!"

Before he could finish speaking, He Qian rushed towards Ning Jue, dancing with his eight fists.

Ning Jue raised his left hand, "Crack!" Another crisp sound resounded in the Yamen.

But it directly symmetrical He Qian's face.

After witnessing all this, Zou Wang and Xishan Jinshen all stood there with their mouths wide open.

Even Zhang Jia couldn't stand it anymore.

"Ke Zhong, don't fight anymore, Jiyang is the year to know his destiny anyway, if he fights again, big trouble will happen."

Looking at He Qian with his ass on the ground, mouth and eyes crooked, Ning Jue casually rubbed Zhang Jia's official robe twice.

"Don't worry Zhang Butang, Jue will save it."

Before Zhang Yan could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhang Yan saw He Qian pull out the wat board pinned behind him from behind.

In the end, it was Jiajing who did not go to court, and the civil servants abandoned their martial arts.

Ma Shun, who was beaten to death in the court after the Tumu Fortress, was not bitten to death by someone. At that time, all the officials had a wat board of more than half a meter, and the boards below the fifth grade were all solid wood boards.

All those above the fourth grade were made of ivory, and it was said that they were shot with brains on the spot.

"Ning Kezhong! Still not going to die?!"

Zhang Jia, who was sandwiched between the two, completely broke out.

"Jiyang! Don't make trouble, you can fight or something..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Zhang Jia found that He Qian had closed his mouth by himself.

As soon as Zhang Jia turned around, he realized that Ning Jue had pulled out a spear with a red tassel from the weapon rack in the lobby of the Ministry of War.

I have to admit that Ning Jue did fall in love with the Ministry of War a little bit.

"You! You! Let's see you in the playbook!" He Qian flicked his sleeves and left the office of the Ministry of War as if fleeing.

If he didn't leave again, he was really afraid that Ning Jue would come and pick He Shilang with a gun.

Zhang Jia held Ning Jue tightly and said repeatedly: "Ke Zhong! You, you let me speak very well!"

"I was wrong." Ning Jue just stood there and shook his head numbly.

"Has Ke finally realized his mistake?"

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have bothered Baal to write that book. I should have gone directly to Xinquan Academy with a weapon. He and Lu Huai should not be my opponent."

Zhang Jia looked at Ning Jue dumbfounded.

Just now Zou Wang and others were also busy watching the play and forgot why they came here for a moment.

"I haven't seen you for half a month, but Ke finally still looks the same."

The gentry who followed Zou Wang were also beaming and discussing endlessly.

But in the end there is only one sentence.

It was worth the trip!

Ning Jue casually inserted the red-tasseled gun back into the weapon rack.

"What is Zou Yuanwai doing here?"

After Ning Jue's reminder, Zou Wang remembered the purpose of his trip.

"The imperial edict has been issued. We want to use Xishan as an example for the counties and counties all over the world. We have been blessed by the emperor for a long time, so naturally we can't be idle. We don't want to come to help Kezhong."

"The fields in Xishan have already been pruned?"

When Zou Wang heard Ning Jue's question, he couldn't help but raised his head and smiled, "It's almost there."

After finishing speaking, as soon as Zou Wang turned his head, two squires brought out several boxes of albums.

"Please take a look at the end of the day. These are the yellow books of Xishan's farmland. There are about [-] hectares of land in Xishan, [-] hectares of middle-to-upper and above-mentioned farmland, and [-] hectares of middle-lower and inferior farmland."

The middle and upper fields are not only the fertility of the soil, but also the abundance of water and many other factors.

The list in Zou Wang's hands can be regarded as showing the tip of the iceberg of the prosperity of the south of the Yangtze River.

"Since it has been determined, it will continue to be implemented."

Zou Wang lowered his head shyly and said, "Ke Zhong, let me just ask, we must practice whipping in Xishan this year, right?"

"The imperial court has issued a decree, so it's on the board..." Before Ning Jue could finish speaking, he sensed something was wrong with Zou Wang: "What does Yuan Wai Zou mean by that?"

Zou Wang hurriedly said: "It's nothing serious, if it must be implemented this year, then Zou and everyone should respond to the new law in advance."

"That's it?"

Zou Wang patted his chest and assured Ning Jue, "That's it."

Ning Jue's expression became more and more sullen.

"Mr. Zou, that day in Xishan Ning was able to forcefully kill you, and now I can still forcefully kill you, do you know?"

"Maybe let's try a few more times to see if Eunuch Mai can rescue you and ascend to heaven every time?"

Even the gentry behind Zou Wang could faintly feel the murderous intent on Ning Jue's face.

What really scares them is that Ning Jue looks like the kind of person who walks the talk.

"Zou can save it, Zou can save it." Zou Wang's tears were about to flow out: "I really just want to be loyal to the court!"

"Since Ke Zhong talks like this, I'll take my leave after this."

Zou Wang winked at the gentry behind him, and then these gentry hurriedly left the Yamen of the Ministry of War.

They just heard some rumors, and they are not sure whether the imperial court will practice whipping in Xishan this year.

Originally, I came to test out Ning Jue's tone.

Now that the goal has been achieved, there is no reason to continue to stay here.

Looking at the backs of Zou Wang and others fleeing in a panic, Zhang Jia couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Ke Zhong, this Zou Donghu is not ordinary."

Ning Jue didn't care.

"If they don't make any noise at all, wouldn't the imperial court just try it for nothing?"

In the government office of the Ministry of War, Ning Jue and Zhang Jia looked at each other and smiled.

He Qian, who left the Yamen of the Ministry of War, had a messy bun, a black gauze hat in his hand, and even two laces of his official robe, and a lot of loess was stained on his body.

The moment He Qian stepped out of the Yamen of the Ministry of War.

Time seemed to stand still in Tianjie, and everyone turned their attention to the living saint's second big disciple who entered the room.

Even the followers of the He family were dumbfounded.

"Master, you..."

After a moment of silence, He Qian's somewhat sad roar echoed over Tianjie.

"Go to the garrison hall! Let Eunuch Mai judge the old man!"

The He family's retinue hurriedly urged the carriage, turned around and drove straight to the direction of Chengtianmen.

After work was over that day, Ning Jue took his only 50 taels of silver and found a master craftsman who made wat boards in Jinling to order a wat board.

It looks like an ivory wat board, but it is actually two ivory mortise and tenon joints and the inside is a copper plate.

As for why it is a copper plate.

Nature is cheap and heavy.

(End of this chapter)