Qin Dewei asked casually and actually asked about a historical celebrity.
In terms of popularity, it is not an exaggeration to say that the future Mr. Yan Ge was the most famous person in this dynasty besides the emperor. Perhaps Qi Jiguang, who took a middle school history textbook, could compare.
When a treacherous minister was regarded as Yan Song, he became a symbol of treacherous ministers, and there was no one like him in the entire Ming Dynasty.
The more Feng Zhixian thought about it, the more he realized that he was right: "Five or six years ago, when I participated in the competition in the capital and passed the imperial examination, Mr. Yan had just become the imperial wine minister and was a fourth-rank official.
Calculating, it should be six years now, which is consistent with the six wasted years mentioned in the letter."
Qin Dewei, who had been thinking about Yan Song since he heard Yan Song's name, finally remembered it.
According to the original historical trajectory, Yan Song's rise from a mid-level bureaucrat to a senior bureaucrat seems to have been completed in Nanjing.
Finally, in the fifteenth year of Jiajing's reign, Yan Song went to Beijing for pilgrimage as the second-rank Minister of Rites in Nanjing, and was retained by Emperor Jiajing to succeed Xia Yan as Minister of Rites.
So according to historical rules, Yan Song will stay in Nanjing for several years?
Qin Dewei couldn't help but think to himself hundreds of times, wouldn't the butterfly effect happen? Would Yan Song be brought to Nanjing to be the prefect?
This was one of the greatest traitors in history, and he was not mentally prepared to face it.
"Master Feng, I suddenly don't want to work hard anymore." Qin Dewei suddenly lost all interest and said in a wan tone.
Feng Zhixian was furious: "You, Qin Dewei, used to be able to achieve your goals even after you boasted. You have never been a person who broke your promise! Why are you not making progress now? You regretted it just after you finished boasting?"
Qin Dewei sighed, Yan Song's name is so famous in history, he really doesn't know how to face it now.
Pointing at Yan Song and saying that this is a traitor, no one believes it now, it is useless.
But if we make good friends, what should we do if we are classified as a strict party in the future?
Moreover, it would be very troublesome if Yan Song, who deliberately distanced himself, hated someone he loved, and had ruthless means of revenge, remembered. Moreover, alienation would be inconsistent with etiquette, after all, everyone is now Master Xia's family in name.
Forget it, don’t think about it so much now, just take it one step at a time.
Yan Song's coming to Nanjing to ply his trade for a few years was a historical trend. Maybe it was Master Xia's deliberate arrangement, and he couldn't change anything. Maybe leaving Nanjing and studying abroad would be a way to do it?
If you want to hold your thigh well, you must be able to do things for your thigh. It's too early to think about Yan Song now. What you need to face immediately is Wang Tingxiang...
Qin Dewei bid farewell to Magistrate Feng for the time being and went out of the county government office. As expected, he saw a military attaché waiting for him outside.
Finally, after going around in a circle, we came to the Huitong Hall again.
Seeing Qin Dewei come in, Wang Tingxiang had a serious face and was about to reprimand him.
But Qin Dewei was able to take the lead and salute Wang Tingxiang: "Qin Dewei, the calligrapher of Jiangning County, has been ordered by the county magistrate to pay homage to the Grand Sima!"
Wang Tingxiang was speechless when he heard this name, or was it too late?
After all, the administrative level between the Ministry of War and the county government is too far apart. If I, the dignified Minister of the Ministry of War in Nanjing, go to the county government to forcefully take away a book writer, I am afraid he will become a laughing stock in the officialdom.
The old man couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "My officer, this place is really a mountain of swords and fire, making you restless and running away?"
Qin Dewei replied: "My status is too low, and the responsibilities here are too heavy for me to bear.
I have already laid out the arrangements in the early stage. You only need to choose one or two more good people, and Xiao Guicao will finish the work."
Of course Wang Ting was very satisfied with Qin Dewei's work, otherwise he wouldn't be reluctant to let him go.
He asked again: "You really don't want to continue? When I wanted to end the matter, I recommended that you enter the Nanjing Imperial College to study."
Qin Dewei replied respectfully: "Thank you for your kindness, sir. I'll just take credit for myself!"
Wang Tingxiang asked noncommittally: "Then what do you mean when you say you were ordered to pay homage to me by the county magistrate?"
Qin Dewei smiled and said: "I am afraid of misunderstandings with the boss and hurting the harmony, so I want to make it clear to the boss about Jiang Fu Yin."
Wang Tingxiang understood the meaning immediately: "Are you still staring at Jiang Fuyin? Are you too stubborn?"
"Sir, there has indeed been a misunderstanding! In fact, today Mr. Feng received a letter from the north, asking Mr. Feng to discuss the matter of Jiang Fuyin with Mr. Lao.
I happen to be coming over here, so Mr. Feng asked me to find out what the boss has to say first."
Others may not know the background behind Feng Zhixian, but Wang Tingxiang definitely knows. This letter from the north can only be written by Xia Yan.
Wang Tingxiang pointed to the essence and said: "You really won't let Jiang Fuyin go?"
Although Wang Tingxiang and Xia Yan are close, it is not difficult to take care of each other's younger people, but Wang Tingxiang is not Xia Yan's gangster brother.
Therefore, there are always times when interests are inconsistent, and he will not completely obey Xia Yan in everything. He also has his own political considerations and his own exchange of interests.
Qin Dewei borrowed a famous saying: "Like an arrow on the string, you have to shoot."
So Wang Dasima was also confused. When Qin Dewei was in the hall, he pretended to be powerful and used his own power. Isn't there nothing you can do against Jiang Fuyin?
Where do you have the courage to attack Fu Yin at this time? Could it be that after returning to the small county government, your strength becomes stronger?
Knowing that you can trick people, how can you still create something out of nothing and transform a living person into a trick?
Qin Dewei didn't want to explain in detail. Everyone can change the tricks, and it's worthless to explain them. "I came here under orders. I just want to ask, Da Sima, what do you think of Fu Yin?
Are you just going to give up on picketing him and don't care about anything else, or are you planning to protect him?"
Wang Tingxiang knew that this was equivalent to asking a question on behalf of Xia Yan, and his attitude must be cautious.
He thought deeply for a while and then solemnly replied: "I promised others not to pursue Jiang Fuyin anymore. But if someone else does something to Jiang Fuyin, I can't control it."
"Okay!" Qin Dewei shouted: "A gentleman's words are hard to catch up with."
This answer is expected. After all, Wang Tingxiang is a mature political figure and will not easily act on impulse.
It's just that Wang Tingxiang still doesn't quite believe what Qin Dewei can do. What can't be solved by relying on imperial envoys and even the county government?
If a grassroots county government can force Jing Zhaoyin to step down, that would be looking down on Jing Zhaoyin, a third-ranking official.
After all, he couldn't help but love talents, and said again: "If you cause trouble and have nowhere to hide, you can come to the Ministry of War to find me. If it does not violate the laws of nature and people's hearts, I think that talents are rare, and I may be able to protect you again.
once."
This time, Qin Dewei was really moved. He saluted again and said, "My kindness will be greatly appreciated by me. If you have anything you don't care about, you can send someone to ask. I will tell you everything you know!"
Wang Tingxiang thought to himself that although these words sounded like big words, considering what Qin Dewei had done, they no longer felt like such big words.
