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Chapter 933 – 929【Pu Songling】

Chapter 933 929 [Pu Songling]

Just as Zhang Guowei was about to board the ship, a group of scholars also came to the pier.

They hang iron swords at their waists and wear square scarves on their heads. They look like they want to travel all over the world. This style of traveling was originally only popular among rich families, but now it has spread to ordinary wealthy families.

The scholars in front of them were not in a hurry when they arrived at the pier, but pointed around a group of exiles.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old scholar pointed to the exile with a smile and said, “These are all rats, and I should spurn them.” He walked over and spit out with a “Bah”.

“I’m coming too!”

Immediately, a scholar responded, still tilting his neck, making a “heh” sound in his throat, and finally brewed a mouthful of thick phlegm to spit out.

“Bah!”

Scholars stepped forward one after another, with saliva and thick phlegm flying around. The exiles couldn’t stop them wearing shackles, so they had to turn around in shame and anger, and used their backs to receive the sputum.

The little official who escorted the exile did not stop him, but watched the fun with a smile.

Zhang Guowei shook his head and smiled bitterly when he saw this: “They are all scholars who are about to reach the crown, but they are still like naughty children.”

But one scholar didn’t move, and someone else asked: “Brother Jianchen, why don’t you take a bite?”

The scholar replied: “Everyone can beat a dog in the water, and I am one of them. When I am admitted to Jinshi and take charge of the government, it is not too late to beat the dog slowly.”

“Jinshi is not easy to take the exam.” Everyone laughed.

There are not many official ships in winter, and Zhang Guowei didn’t bother to wait. This time he went south by private ship.

He boarded the boat with a few entourages, and those scholars followed, and someone recognized him: “But Zhang Shangshu, who governs the Yellow River, is in person?”

Zhang Guowei smiled and cupped his hands: “It’s my lord.”

The scholars who were still spitting just now suddenly became awe-inspiring, and stepped forward to greet each other. These people are all Shandong scholars. Zhang Guowei has been traveling in Shandong for more than ten years and has a high reputation among the people, because he not only manages the Yellow River, but also dredges the rivers in Shandong.

Zhang Guowei looked at the only scholar who didn’t spit, and asked, “What’s your name?”

The scholar replied: “Back to Zhang Shangshu, the student Pu Songling, named Jianchen. He graduated from Jinan University this summer and missed the spring general examination. He will have to wait another three years for the imperial examination. These are all classmates of Jinan University. We We are traveling together to increase our knowledge and knowledge.”

Zhang Guowei asked: “Which places have you traveled?”

Pu Songling said: “I went to Liaoning in autumn, and I also went to Hetuala, the puppet capital of the Tartars. Now the name of Jianzhou has been restored. Just when General Hu (Hu Dinggui) sent troops to fight, we voluntarily joined the army and did that fortune. Mr. Liang Min, watched General Hu fight the Tartars from afar.”

“Is there a war in the Northeast?” Zhang Guowei hasn’t received the news yet.

Pu Songling said: “The puppet king of the Tartars died of illness, and Ninggu Pagoda was fighting endlessly. General Hu immediately seized the opportunity to send troops when he learned of the situation. With only three thousand soldiers, he defeated tens of thousands of Tartars in one fell swoop. Now Ninggu The pagoda has been recovered, and there is no Tartar infestation in the Northeast. All Tatar officials were arrested to work as miners, and the Tartar civilians were scattered and moved to the coast of Heilongjiang.”

“Sure enough, great news.” Zhang Guowei laughed.

This civilian ship was transporting coal, and its destination was Yangzhou. It was not a real passenger ship.

Zhang Guowei naturally has a separate cabin, but those scholars are squeezed into the boatman’s cabin. They are not children from rich families, and they save as much as they can along the way. Fortunately, food prices have been cheap in recent years, and they can’t spend too much money traveling around—there are some rich families, but they must be socialized and not too high-profile.

Pu Songling’s father has retired, the highest is the magistrate, and the experience of being an official is quite amazing.

Pupan was the only son of a big landlord family. He married one wife and two concubines. He was over forty and had no heirs. When Zuo Liangyu ruled Shandong, there were locusts and plagues again, and countless local people died of illness and starvation. Pu Pan thought to himself, no matter how much property he owns, he has no heirs to inherit it, so he might as well give up all his property to help the people.

Therefore, Pupan took out all the stored grain, saved countless people, and exempted all the tenants from owed rent and silver.

Since then, times have turned around, and four sons have been born one after another.

Not only that, the Datong army recovered Shandong, and when they learned of Pupan’s righteous deeds, they immediately made him the acting county magistrate. After the land was divided, the acting county magistrate became a full-time official, and three years later he was promoted to magistrate in another place.

Fate is like a roller coaster ride. Pu Pan, who is in his forties, has no son and his family wealth is gone. All of a sudden, sons were born one after another, and his career became prosperous.

In Pu Songling’s childhood, he always listened to his father nagging: People are doing what they are doing, and God is watching. As long as you do good deeds, you will be rewarded.

Pu Songling in this time and space will definitely not write “Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio” again.

In “Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio”, many stories have realistic metaphors. Soldier disasters, locust droughts, and plagues ravaged repeatedly, and Shandong was almost turned into a ghost. Under the sparse population, tenants could eat at the same table as the landlord. Pu Songling grew up in that environment and heard countless ghost stories. In many cases, he also wrote the atrocities of the Qing army in the story, which needs to be read in conjunction with the local county annals.

Now Pu Songling only thinks about becoming an official through the imperial examination, and has no interest in writing novels.

The coal ship sailed to Yangzhou, and everyone disembarked and went ashore, and found a place to sleep in Datong, waiting for the next southbound ship.

Yangzhou is becoming more and more prosperous, and the population is exploding.

Many jobless people in the city would rather hang around in Yangzhou than go to the north to make a living. Just like the migrant workers in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, they are happy to struggle at the bottom of society, and they don’t look down on other small places at all.

The outside of the city is already full. Last year, because of a fire, the government also cleaned up the shack area.

Jiangsu chief envoy Xu Ying couldn’t bear it, and refused to let the imperial court pay. She used Jiangsu’s finances to forcibly relocate the poor in the shack to various counties in Hebei.

Stayed in the Datong Inn for a few days, these Shandong scholars traveled around and wrote a lot of poems and articles.

“There is a ship, Xu Buzheng’s official ship!”

Xu Ying is going back to Beijing to report on her duties. Next, she will either be a minister, or directly join the cabinet as a minister.

Zhang Guowei also boarded Xu Ying’s official ship, and before it set sail, this group of scholars caught up, explaining his intention of wanting to rub the boat.

“Let them come up.” Xu Ying smiled.

The scholars were very happy, and they rushed to see him on the boat. They have never been to Nanjing, and this time they want to celebrate the New Year in Nanjing and visit all the scenic spots. After experiencing the Lantern Festival in Nanjing, they went up the Yangtze River to travel in Sichuan, and some even wanted to visit Tibet.

Outside the city of Nanjing, looking at the majestic and majestic city wall, the scholar Wang Sheng drew his sword and shouted: “Great is the imperial capital, great is the capital, we were born in a prosperous age, and we should lift the sword to surpass the achievements of the Han and Tang Dynasties!”

“Ha ha ha ha!”

All the scholars laughed and made an appointment to drink when they went to the city, and let the richest Wang Chen treat them.

Wang Wei, named Zhensheng, nicknamed Luzhan, is a friend of Pu Songling’s hometown. There were three Jinshi in the ancestors, so the Wang family is very rich, even if the land is divided, they will be rich and powerful.

The article “Ma Jiefu” in “Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio” is specifically to satirize Wang Chen. This guy is very afraid of his wife, not only dare not take concubines, even his father was kicked out of the house by his wife, and eventually died of illness in the inn. Because of this, Pu Songling broke up with Wang Shen in middle age.

At this time and space, there should be no more breakups, because Wang Chen didn’t marry that woman. Because her father’s reputation was too bad, the girl’s home was ransacked by the Datong army, and all of them were dispersed and emigrated to Hebei.

Xu Ying and Zhang Guowei disembarked together, and the scholars came to say goodbye, and then swarmed into the city.

“Good news, good news, great victory in Guangnan!”

The scholars were still wandering the streets of Nanjing, when they heard that Lubu had won, they were overjoyed. Wang Teng took the banknotes of Datong Bank, went to exchange some silver dollars, and dragged his friends into Fanlou to spend.

Palace.

Zhao Han didn’t change his expression when he received the good news, he just said: “The Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Rites have proposed a reward.”

The destruction of the Ruan family in Vietnam was smoother than Hu Dinggui’s elimination of the remnants of the Tartars.

Those Hue gentry, after killing Nguyen Phuc Bin, sold the land in their hands while exploiting the people crazily.

In a word, turn power and land into silver, and surrender directly when the Datong Army comes!

Everyone knows that Datong’s military power cannot be supported, and when Ruan Phuc was dying, he not only harmed the interests of the gentry, but also prohibited the gentry from selling their land. Ruan Phuc is on the verge of death, so everyone can do whatever they want.

It’s just that there are too many people selling land and too few people buying land, and the land has become the price of cabbage.

Then you can only exploit the people, plus deduct the severance pay of the new army, and stir up civil uprisings one after another, and there are rebels in all directions.

When the Datong Army arrived in Hue, Hue had already been surrounded by the rebels. That scene didn’t look like they were going to destroy the country, but more like they were here to suppress the rebellion. For more than a month after that, I basically fought against the rebels, because many rebels refused to surrender, and they burned, killed and looted everywhere during the uprising.

“Your Majesty, the Ministry of Rites and the cabinet have repeatedly discussed and agreed that the loyal officials who sacrificed their lives in Shibosi should be given the posthumous title of ‘Wenjie’,” Wang Tiaoding clasped his hands and explained, “It is good to be honest and self-restraining, and to be able to stick to it. In order to follow the system, it is the festival, to be straightforward is to be the festival, to not seize the righteousness is to be the festival, and to be difficult and dangerous is to be the festival.”

Zhao Han said blankly: “Sure.”

Those officials who were resolutely unwilling to join forces and were brutally killed, Zhao Han originally planned to confer the posthumous title “Wen Zhong” collectively.

At that time, the emperor was in a fit of anger, and no one dared to stand up to object, but the Ministry of Rites kept procrastinating. Because among the posthumous titles of literati, “Wen Zhong” ranks second, second only to “Wen Zheng”, and the collective posthumous title of “Wen Zhong” will lose its gold content.

Although the ranking of “Wen Jie” is relatively low, it is also a good posthumous title, such as Yang Wanli and Huang Tingjian’s posthumous title “Wen Jie”.

And in terms of meaning, “Wenjie” is more suitable for loyal officials who died, who are honest and self-restraining, able to stick to their principles, follow the system, be straight and unyielding, do not take away justice, and do not win in danger. official?

Zhao Han didn’t want to mention this matter, and ordered: “Those Hue gentry, even if they have contributed to the city, they have to disperse the immigrants and go to Hebei and Liaoning. They are allowed to take away their goods and give all the land to the farmers. If you stay here, something will happen sooner or later.”

I have to say that the Hue gentry in Vietnam, their plan was half successful.

They want to cash in their power and land, and stay in Vietnam to continue to be rich. Although he can’t stay now, he can leave with his treasures, which is better than following Ruan Fubin all the way to Hei.

As far as Zhao Han is concerned, the gentry offered the city on their own initiative, and what they offered was the royal city, so they can’t turn their faces indiscriminately, right?

The demise of the Nguyen regime is somewhat similar to that of the Zheng family in Taiwan in history.

The main reason for the collapse of the Zheng family in Taiwan was not military. Rather, Zheng’s Group has a high degree of commercialization and maintains trade relations with Fujian and Guangdong all the year round. If Kangxi was unable to conquer Taiwan Island, a strict sea ban would be imposed, and the Zheng Group would not be able to do business, and it would split itself internally.

The Hue gentry of the Nguyen regime also participated in a large number of maritime trade (mainly supplying Han merchants). After being blocked by the Chinese economy, they all thought of jumping back and surrendering.

In any case, Vietnam is completely recovered.

Zhao Han said: “All the newly occupied land will be merged into Guangnan Province. Part of the northern mountainous area of Guangnan Province will be assigned to Yunnan and part to Guangxi. People rebelled.”

(I’m not writing about war anymore, huh!)

(end of this chapter)