Yan Laifu rolled his eyes, quickly took two steps back, bowed deeply and said: "Although the younger generation's plan can save the time, it may be offensive. I don't know if the old gentleman can accept it."
Hu Zhizhang couldn't move, he just nodded his head slightly: "As long as I can keep my land and property, I can bear any offense, it doesn't matter!"
"Then I will speak frankly..." Yan Laifu approached again and planned for him, "The people coming from the court are very anxious, and they will not be willing to wait like this. Sooner or later, they will send people to see the disease, and take the opportunity to force them." I will take you to the county government to discuss matters. The old gentleman can take advantage of the time when the officials are about to arrive and call on all the villagers to go to the Confucius Temple to worship and meet him there. First, he will order them not to dare to be presumptuous in front of the saint; second, they will not be presumptuous in front of the saint; Then the people will know the government's intention, and people will use words to provoke each other, fan the flames, and agitate the people's hearts until they are angry. It will be difficult for the government to implement the new policy. But I don't know whether your sick body can sustain it... …”
"I will drag these bones to death, you don't have to worry about this!" Hu Zhizhang beat one hand on the bedside twice and shouted with all his strength, "But those people may not understand my feelings, I'm afraid it's hard to Instigation. No, this is still a risky move..."
Yan Laifu was so frightened that his hands slipped from the bed frame, his knees bent slightly, and he slowly knelt down in front of him, kowtowed twice, and cried loudly: "Old sir, there is no other way. There is no good way, now I can only try to take a risky move! What's more, with your reputation and popularity, the villagers everywhere respect and fear you. It can be said that you keep your word! Everything is ready, I beg you, please don't do it again. Tsukuru hesitated..."
Hu Zhizhang let out a long sigh, but gradually closed his eyes and stopped talking. Yan Laifu gave him time to think deeply, but he still didn't see his response for a long time. He suddenly became anxious and stepped forward and called: "Mr. Hu! Are you still awake?"
"Don't worry, Brother Shi, I didn't sleep." He coughed twice, spittle flying out, "I've already decided, let's do it!"
"Mr. Hu is wise!" Yan Laifu sobbed, and a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
Hu Zhizhang held his hand again: "You and I are of the same mind now. I can't take care of foreign affairs these days. I hope my brother can help me a lot."
"This junior has no knowledge of foreign affairs, so I can't say anything about it; but now is the time to win people's hearts. I hope to allocate the money in the treasury to benefit the people. Please give me your permission!"
Hu Zhizhang said: "Although I am sharpening my guns before the battle, I can do one more thing if I can. I have no objection."
Yan Laifu bowed his head and said: "Old gentleman is so generous, the younger generation can't stop admiring him! I wish you a good life and good health, and don't worry about foreign affairs. I'll say goodbye."
Hu Zhizhang nodded and watched him leave the room, his frown gradually unfurling.
Yan Laifu followed his calculations and ordered the government to allocate a hundred taels of silver to be given to poor tenant farmers and the elderly and sick families (the farmers on the school farm were also included in this). He also said that Mr. Hu would soon sacrifice to the saint to show his ancestors. Etiquette, the holy virtue of Emperor Hong. Most of the people worked on the fields of the Hu family and paid rent rice on weekdays. They were already extremely poor. Suddenly they saw the master rewarded them with so much white money. They were all happy and excited. He knelt down with tears in his eyes and praised Hu Zhizhang for his great kindness.
At this point, he still felt that his efforts were not enough, so he waved his hand and selected the outstanding farmers' children to enroll in the Hu's private school. Shu Xiu only charged half of the fee. This made the villagers even more grateful. They were so grateful to Mr. Hu. They praised each other, and many people even learned about Yan Laifu's contribution. The two highly respected "village sages" became highly respected.
But the government was still kept in the dark. They had not even finished processing the county magistrate's letter. The county magistrate waited in the Yamen for two days before sending the letter to the prefect and asking him to judge. The two clerks were furious.
He urged the prefect to arrest the two squires and punish them
However, Chen Tongpao then proposed a compromise plan, which only ordered the county magistrate to send people to check for illness. If he was pretending to be sick, he would be sent to prison and tortured. If he really contracted the disease, he would be ordered to go there in a sedan without permission.
After the delay, the second secretary's office was finally calmed down.
The approval sent back by the prefect was very fast, and it was delivered to the county magistrate in less than half a day. Faced with the severe urging from the officer, he felt helpless and had to send a subordinate official. After everyone dispersed, the county magistrate
Ling then wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief and murmured: "Hu, Mr. Yan is going to be in trouble..."
"Old sir, old sir!" Yan Laifu suddenly ran into the inner courtyard for some unknown reason, pushed aside the maid beside him, and walked straight into the bedroom.
After two days of recuperation, the fever in Hu Zhizhang's body had subsided slightly, and his hands and feet had gained some strength. He reluctantly sat up straight and leaned on the bedside to read a copy of "The Classic of Filial Piety".
"Yan Shidi, what's wrong?" He raised his head and asked.
"Old sir, I've heard that the people from the county magistrate have already set off. It's time for you to go." Yan Laifu said anxiously.
"oh……"
Hu Zhizhang first put the book under his pillow, then stretched out his hands and asked Yan Laifu to slowly lift him up. He also handed him a crutch and then walked out of the room with him. He warned the slaves: "Hu
The master wants to go to the Confucius Temple to offer sacrifices. Please take good care of your home. If you hear that there are visitors, be sure to open the door slowly and don't ask for speed! If you don't listen to me, Mr. Hu will not be able to feel at ease. He will be punished when he comes back.
!”
Yan Laifu sent his servants ahead of time and went to every household in the village to beat gongs and drums, shout loudly, and repeatedly shouted: "There is a saying in the village that all villagers in the village must follow Mr. Hu to worship Confucius.
If you don't want to go, go back and count the roster.
You should be hit on the back with a big stick and you will never be forgiven!" The people were all frightened when they heard this. They put on their clothes and walked out of the alley. By this time, thousands of villagers had gathered and followed closely.
He took Mr. Hu's sedan chair and rushed towards the Confucius Temple.
The visually ill subordinate had just arrived at the Hu Mansion. He looked at the deserted surroundings and there was no one on the street. He was puzzled and knocked on the door hesitantly: "Open, open the door!"
No sound was heard for a moment.
"I'm from the government, open the door!" He slapped the door panel directly with both palms.
"Damn it, it's haunted!" He was so anxious that he was spinning around the door.
"Oh, here it comes!"
I saw a slight crack in the door, and I saw an eye moving up and down.
"Where is your master?" The subordinate official looked sullen, "Are you recovering from your illness?"
"Keep it up."
"Whether you support me or not, can you open the door and talk!"
The servant slipped out from behind the door and stared at him blankly.
"Say it." The subordinate felt strange.
The servant bowed timidly: "Sir, to be honest, my master has gone to the Confucius Temple to offer sacrifices!"