Yingtian is the capital of the Ming Dynasty. Ever since Zhu Yuanzhang established his position as the king of the Southern Region, envoys from all sides in the city have been coming and going. Among them are trembling ones like Chen Youding and Zhang Shicheng, as well as many chieftains and even overseas vassals. They
They came to Yingtian one after another, wanting to have a look.
The confrontation between Daming and Yuan Ting was like two super heavyweight boxing champions fighting for victory in the ring, and these people were holding flowers, wearing simple clothes, young women with good faces and slim figures ready to fight.
Pounce at any time and add icing on the cake to the winner.
Hedging your bets and embracing the strong is an instinct engraved in your bones.
They heard that the Right Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty was young, single, and even more enthusiastic than the common people. If they could marry Prime Minister Zhang, wouldn't it be a step to the sky?
We don't have much else over there, but there are plenty of princesses. Just nod your head and they will be delivered immediately.
During the lively discussion, several swindlers appeared. They claimed to be matchmakers appointed by Mr. Zhang and wanted to examine suitable candidates. Then these people went to the homes of wealthy families, and some went to embassies and post offices in various places.
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It boils down to one sentence: I am Zhang Xiang’s matchmaker, please pay me!
Whether you want to get married or not, whoever has more money and who is sincere will have a greater chance.
As long as we put in good words to Prime Minister Zhang, we will definitely get you into the Prime Minister's mansion. At worst, you can become a concubine. At worst, you can be a sweetheart and study with Prime Minister Zhang.
What?
Are you aggrieved by being a maid?
Don’t feel aggrieved, there are so many people who want to do this job but can’t do it!
Who is Mr. Zhang?
He was a sage of the time, a talented scholar, a great Confucian, a wise minister, and a famous person who was famous all over the world!
Look at this person, he is young, powerful, high-ranking, incorruptible, erudite, thoughtful, meritorious and virtuous, and even looks so good. Being able to follow Prime Minister Zhang is a blessing earned over several lifetimes. Let’s enjoy it secretly.
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Not to mention, these big swindlers actually succeeded in deceiving people. One of them even deceived three families and received as much as 50,000 yuan in filial piety.
Unfortunately, before he could spend his time, he was arrested by the people from the Guards Department.
Are you kidding me? Do you dare to cheat Zhang Xiang out of money?
Isn’t this treasure hunting in a latrine—looking for death?
We can no longer hesitate to deal with you evil-hearted maggots, we must strike hard!
The Arch Guards are dispatched to perform the Great Memory Restoration Technique to see what peace of mind you have?
In fact, Zhang Ximeng was also quite confused. Why did he suddenly discuss his marriage? There was no sign at all, and it suddenly popped up like mushrooms after rain. What on earth was going on?
No one will plot against you, right?
"Um...Mr. Zhang, you are thinking too much." Sun Yan, an old subordinate, scratched his head and decided to tell the truth, "Mr. Zhang, why are you knitting a sweater when you have nothing to do?"
Zhang Ximeng was startled, and felt that his hands were empty. He subconsciously took out the knitting needle from the drawer, and while knitting with his fingers flying, he asked Sun Yan: "Don't you think this thing is a great reliever? There are so many government affairs every day, how can you spare the time?
Knitting sweaters can also do something for the front line, what’s wrong?”
Sun Yan cried, "Xiang Zhang, that's what you think! I don't believe we can find the second one!"
Zhang Ximeng snorted, "Who said no? Jiang Tiju likes to knit sweaters, and I got this bamboo needle from her. It cost me ten cups of milk tea!"
Sun Yan rolled his eyelids and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Xiang Zhang, you are not a mortal, and Jiang Tiju is neither. You are all gods. No wonder you don't understand the thoughts of us ordinary people."
Zhang Ximeng kept his hands up and asked: "What do you think?"
"What else can you think of? The dignified Mr. Zhang wants to knit his own sweaters and do the work that women do. Naturally, there is a lack of women around him, and it is time for Mr. Zhang to arrange a marriage. Some people say that Mr. Zhang used this method
, hinting to everyone, it is really elegant... As far as I know, every household in Yingtian now has prepared bamboo needles and wool, and they are all learning to knit sweaters, and are ready to enter Zhang's house to serve at any time, and help Prime Minister Zhang solve his problems!"
Zhang Ximeng was speechless when he heard this?
Did I mean this?
Why are you so connected?
People are really imaginative... For example, a certain writer, who is clearly a piece of trash weighing more than 200 pounds, was actually rumored to be a woman. Some people specifically asked where they could go to reason with him?
Zhang Ximeng was stunned for a long time, and the work he was doing stopped, but after a while, he started moving quickly again.
"Forget it, just pass on love as you like! It's a real celebrity, Zi Mingliu. Later, you can boil a pot of milk tea and send it to Jiang Tiju. Then tell her that you don't need to care about the rumors in the market and continue to knit sweaters.
The best sweater. Sooner or later, relying on wool, we will weave two hundred years of peace for the Ming Dynasty!"
Sun Yan was stunned, "Xiang Zhang, I can make milk tea, but, where do we start talking about these two hundred years of peace?"
Zhang Ximeng was about to say something when he suddenly said, "Go ask Jiang Tiju and see if she knows?"
Sun Yan had no choice but to ask Jiang Nan for advice.
"I think what Prime Minister Zhang means is the wool spinning industry... Actually, Prime Minister Zhang values this very much. If it really happens, the grassland is the most suitable place for raising sheep, and maybe it can actually resolve the threat from the north. The worst can also be done.
The grassland has become profitable, and then it will not be difficult to station troops on it, and the burden on the court and the people will be much smaller... Prime Minister Zhang is really far-sighted!"
Jiang Nan drank milk tea and explained with a smile. When she looked up, she found Sun Yan stunned and looking at her stupidly.
"What? Did I say something wrong?" Jiang Nan asked in shock.
"without!"
Sun Yan quickly shook his head and said bitterly: "I, I feel ashamed! Even my subordinates don't understand what Prime Minister Zhang is thinking. It's Jiang Tiju. You and Prime Minister Zhang are really close friends!"
"confidant?"
Jiang Nan was startled for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "Maybe we share the same problem! In fact, he is also quite lonely. He has not celebrated his birthday in so many years."
Sun Yan was stunned. He really hadn't thought about this. It seemed true that Zhang Ximeng had never had a birthday. Even as a subordinate, he didn't even know what day Zhang Ximeng's birthday was...
He felt even more ashamed.
"Jiang Tiju, you, do you know Prime Minister Zhang's birthday?"
Jiang Nan shook his head, "I don't know either, but I'll celebrate it with Zhang Xiang in a few days, that's for sure."
"Why?"
"That was the day when Your Majesty and the Queen rescued Prime Minister Zhang. From then on, Prime Minister Zhang followed Your Majesty for so many years. He has nothing to do with the Zhang family in the past. Today's Ming Dynasty has put so much effort into him, and he
I only think about making the Ming Dynasty better, and I don’t have much time to think about myself. If it’s convenient for you, just contact a few subordinates and hold a birthday party for Prime Minister Zhang!”
Sun Yan took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Nan with a completely different look.
"Jiang Tiju is interested, I will contact him now."
Jiang Nan added: "What I mean is that we don't need too many people, just Prime Minister Zhang's subordinates, and a few people around us. If there is too much movement, it will not be beautiful."
Sun Yan nodded again, and he indeed went to make arrangements.
Three days later, at Zhang Ximeng's residence, a group of subordinates came to Zhang Ximeng's residence carrying food boxes and laughing.
The leader was Jiang Nan. She took out a steamed anchovy and a roast leg of lamb from the food box.
Sun Yan followed closely behind, and the food box contained crab meat, lion head, and Wensi tofu.
Then there is Liu Bowen. His food box contains Dongpo pork and Longjing shrimp.
Song Lian's food box contained honey-glazed fire cubes and rock-sugar turtles.
Behind them, there were a few more old subordinates who prepared more than twenty dishes in total.
Their arrival stunned Zhang Ximeng.
"What do you mean?"
Jiang Nan smiled and said: "Nothing else, just having dinner with Prime Minister Zhang... Don't worry, we bought these dishes with our own salaries, so there is no need for Prime Minister Zhang to spend any money."
Zhang Ximeng couldn't help but laugh and said: "I just don't have that much money, and I'm not really poor! Recently, I have collected thousands of dollars in royalties alone, and I don't know how to spend it!"
Everyone ignored Zhang Ximeng's words in a gorgeous way. We can't put money and Prime Minister Zhang together. It's tacky!
Liu Bowen was the first to laugh and said: "Prime Minister Zhang, even money can't buy fun. It's rare to get together. In the presence of delicious food, it's a good time to chat and enjoy the tastes from all over the world."
Zhang Ximeng was stunned for a moment and then started laughing.
"You're right, please take a seat!"
He said that he wanted to take a seat, but Zhang Ximeng's house had never seen so many people, and there were not enough chairs for a while. Sun Yan wanted to look for it, but Zhang Ximeng looked at the bookshelf next to him and said to the big guy: "Don't bother.
Wouldn’t it be beautiful to use a book as a chair?”
After everyone hesitated for a moment, Liu Bowen laughed and said: "In other people's place, sitting on a book is naturally rude and disrespectful to the saints. But here, with Zhang Xiang, pearls and jade come first, and some books are indeed only worthy of being placed under the buttocks.
It’s all luck to be able to serve as a chair! Hahaha!”
After Liu Bowen finished speaking, he actually hugged a pile of books and put them underneath.
Others followed suit and took books and put them underneath. In front of them was a low bamboo bed, which Zhang Ximeng originally rested on. Since it was wide and long and not very high, it was just convenient for everyone.
Sit around.
Dozens of dishes were laid out, and even though there was no alcohol, they were all delicious, delicious, and enough to make you drunk.
Everyone looked around, and the first person to speak was Liu Bowen.
"Prime Minister Zhang, I feel ashamed to say that back then you advocated for the equalization of land, advocated restraining the powerful, and cracking down on the gentry... I was still confused at the time and didn't think clearly. My trip to the southwest in the past few years finally made me realize that as a scholar
Liu Ji is dead. Now Liu Ji is a minister of the Ming Dynasty and a disciple of Prime Minister Zhang... Regardless of whether Mr. Zhang recognizes it or not, this cup of tea... his students respect Mr. Zhang!"
After saying that, Liu Bowen replaced the wine with tea, drank a full cup, then picked up a lion's head as big as a fist, and shouted: "Let's eat first! I haven't tasted the taste of my hometown for a long time."
As Liu Bowen ate, Song Lian shook his head and said, "A good and humble gentleman has become a lowly person! Tacky!"
After complaining about Liu Bowen, Song Lian sighed to Zhang Ximeng: "Prime Minister Zhang, I have just been fiddling with words these years! Some time ago, a general history textbook was revised according to Prime Minister Zhang's classification and has been distributed to the following schools.
.The book was written according to Zhang Xiang’s division method. The editor-in-chief, Pu Yanlie, really feels guilty!”
Hearing what he said, everyone gave Song Lian a blank look... Scholars all over the world want to read the books you compiled. You have caught up with Confucius, Mencius and Zhu Xi. You are getting an advantage and still being good!