Chapter Seventy-Three: Asking for silver, discussing resistance (6)
After hearing this, Niu Yuan felt that his words came out of nowhere, frowned and said, "Why does Yan Shengzheng want Ye Yongjia to come back?"
Yan Wen said: "You just said 'dispose of them as soon as you see them'. But if they insist on protesting and refuting, holding on to some details, there is really nothing you can do. After all, this memorial was written by Ye Yongjia, and there must be only one in the court."
I'm afraid I can't match up to one of their explanations in a hundred sentences. So the only way to ask Shilang Ye to come back and refute them point by point is to call it a trick."
Niu Yuan looked at the table hesitantly: "Wouldn't this be a waste of all our efforts?"
Yan Wen smiled and said: "The Ministry of Revenue and the others have made the right decision, thinking that Ye Yongjia will not come back. But think about it, rather than letting the New Deal fail, it is easier to accept a period of suspension, right?"
"Let me think deeply for a moment..."
"You make your decision now," Yan Wen said decisively, "time waits for no one."
Niu Yuan suddenly fell silent. He raised his head and stared directly into Yan Wen's eyes. They met each other and stared for a long time. He actually felt the sincerity that cast aside all prejudices. This strong feeling finally made him let down his guard and gritted his teeth and said: "
Yan Shenzheng, I will listen to you this time! I will write an official document immediately...calling Ye Yongjia back to the capital!"
Ye Yongjia looked at the panting messenger and saw that he had already handed over the document in his hand before asking a question. Ye Yongjia was puzzled. He took the letter and looked at it. He immediately noticed the three chicken feathers stuck to the cover. He was frightened.
I hurriedly turned back, but unfortunately the messenger had disappeared.
He immediately brought the letter to Du Qing to open it and read it. It was indeed Niu Yuan's handwriting. It didn't contain many words, just a simple sentence: 'The situation in the DPRK is urgent. Don't hesitate and return to Beijing quickly!'
Not even the last payment was collected.
Ye Yongjia was not sure because he had deceived him last time, so he asked Governor Du two or three times. Unexpectedly, Du Qing tried his best to persuade him to go back, and said: "The Prime Minister is fighting to the death today, and there is no way out.
How could he betray me again? Besides, Suidi has me in charge.
, people are convinced, no more than temporary adjustments are needed, this is not difficult, just rest assured. All the results that have been achieved now, including new army training, hiring of instructors, etc., I guarantee that they can be maintained, and I am waiting for you to come back.
Awaiting your next order."
Ye Yongjia also believed in Du Qing's ability to run the army, so he had no choice but to abandon the frontline affairs and ordered him to prepare strong horses and set off quickly.
Within two days, Ye Yongjia hurried back to the capital city covered with stars and moonlight. Not only did he not eat or sleep along the way, he didn't even enter a post station, which saved a lot of time.
His horse was tired from running, so he asked someone to bring it into the house and feed it, and then he went to the palace alone.
After he was let in by the guards, he first walked to the Ministry of War Yamen. He originally wanted to bypass this place and see Niu Yuan directly, but he felt it was inappropriate, so he dusted off his sleeves and stepped directly through the threshold.
"Who is it?" I saw a clerk coming out from the back of the study room holding a lantern.
"I am Ye Yongjia." He waved towards the clerk.
The clerk stopped for a moment and said, "You...are you back?"
"Well, I came back early for something," Ye Yongjia didn't want to explain too much to him, "Is Mr. Jie still on duty?"
"Master Jie said that there are very important things to discuss tomorrow, so he won't go home tonight."
Ye Yongjia looked behind him and saw that the study was indeed brightly lit, with streaks of red light shining through the window.
"It's strange..." He murmured and knocked on the study door.
"Come in." The voice inside shouted.
He gently opened a door and saw that Jie Wenwu was wearing a pair of Western glasses and was holding a memorial there, looking at it carefully by candlelight.
"Tinglong is back!" Jie Wenwu quickly took off his glasses and looked at him happily, "Hey, you look like this, you didn't eat on the way?"
Ye Yongjia nodded silently.
Jie Wenwu shouted out the door: "Book Office, Book Office! Warm up the supper I brought. I want to eat it with Mr. Ye in the study!"
"I'm going there right away!" The clerk took the lantern and left again.
"You came here this time because Feng Xiang called you, right?" Jie Wenwu closed the door and looked at him with tired eyes.
Ye Yongjia thought that they would continue to chat for a while, but he didn't expect that he would go straight to the point.
"Yes." He answered calmly.
"You are really..." Jie Wenwu sighed sadly, "They Liu Gang use you as a tool. The lesson last time was not enough! You are still rushing to jump into the pot. I don't understand, I don't understand.
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"As long as we can continue to implement the New Deal, my subordinates will fight to the death no matter what." Although Ye Yongjia lowered his head, his tone was particularly tough.
"Tinglong has been deceived by those thieves!" Jie Wenwu's voice also became louder, "Seeing is believing and hearing is false. If you go to the streets and see, which of the people in the capital is not living and working in peace and contentment? Even the former
There have been disasters in two years, but haven't they all provided relief and distributed food? The country is a piece of cake
We are thriving, but in order to get some credit, they confuse right and wrong, fabricate facts, and trample all of us who work honestly. You are still kept in the dark! I respect Tinglong as a talent, so I feel deeply sorry for him.
After saying these long words, I hope you will wake up a little bit!"
Ye Yongjia just shook his head: "I believe that Duke Jie is really doing his best for his subordinates, but I have been walking all the way from Shandong for more than 20 years. What I see and believe is by no means false. I only rely on a few words from Feng Xian and others.
It is unshakable.”
Jie Wenwu was about to open his mouth again, but suddenly he saw the clerk walking in with a lunch box. After placing a few plates of dishes on the table, he retreated silently.
"Business and private matters should be separated," he turned around and sighed again, "That's what I think. Let's not argue. You didn't have anything to eat along the way, and it was really hard. Just sit down and have a good meal."
"What about you?" Ye Yongjia refused to sit down and looked at Jie Wenwu's back.
He waved his hand: "I'm not hungry, Tinglong doesn't have to worry, just eat with open stomach."
Ye Yongjia was moved by these words. Although he was politically opposed to him, he could take care of himself like a relative. He couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. He bowed and answered "yes", holding back a few sour tears in his eyes, and wolfed down the food.
Eat it.
"The memorial I wrote," Jie Wenwu took the memorial from the desk and weighed it in his hand, "it will be handed over to the officials tomorrow. Does Tinglong want to read it?"
Ye Yongjia suddenly raised his head, and then lowered it in an instant: "Sir, just pretend that I have never been here. If you have anything to say, I will talk about it in the court tomorrow. It is fair and just."
"If, I mean if," Jie Wenwu opened the memorial page, "will this memorial determine the success or failure of the New Deal?"
Ye Yongjia stopped holding the chopsticks in his hand and froze there.