Chapter 1137: Son of Prime Minister, Pillar of the North
Although Zhang Liang's words only contained a few words and his tone was very elegant, they showed full confidence and could even be said to have a hint of arrogance.
The underlying meaning of his words was that he did not take Nurhachi's sons seriously at all and simply described them as pigs.
And pig, in Tianqi, is also a name for pigs.
"Zhang Zheng, what you said makes sense. The candidate for the proton must be Huang Taiji!" As another leader of this matter, Zhang Bin also agreed very much at this time.
The reason why he pushed Kuai Tong to return to Beidi with Li Hongzhang in the end was not to let Kuai Tong go to Beidi for fun, but to let him go with a mission.
Presumably, among today's Manchu tribes, there are definitely more than just one or two who want Huang Taiji to be the proton candidate.
In fact, with so many people speaking out for Huang Taiji, it is impossible for Nurhaci not to mind at all!
Kuai Tong's mission is precisely to add fire at the critical moment to help them promote this matter.
Wang Yu also nodded. If this candidate for Proton was not Huang Taiji, it would be meaningless.
Among the Nurhachi disciples, there were only two that Wang Yu could like.
If it were replaced by Xuan Ye, then among Nurhachi's sons, Huang Taiji would probably be the dominant one.
In other words, only if it is replaced by Huang Taiji, will conflicts arise among the next generation of Nurhachi.
If the conflict between the next generation of Nurhachi does not arise, I am afraid that even the Wanyan family, represented by Wanyan Aguda, will remain silent.
These things are all things that affect the whole body.
And if you don't pull this corner away, it will be difficult for him to push the rest.
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Yecheng Market is a grand scene with busy traffic and huge crowds. On the long street, vendors are densely packed and shops welcome customers, making it a bustling scene.
Hebei Province was originally a prosperous place, and Yecheng, which was once the administrative seat of Hebei Province, was second to none. Now that it has become the capital of the Han Dynasty, all aspects are even more prosperous than before.
At the corner of the street, next to a Wu's cake shop, there is a small stall. This stall is very simple, with only a narrow wooden table covered with an old white cloth, and a thin string tied to the corner of the table.
There is a long bamboo pole with a sail hanging on it, and a stack of white paper, which also doubles as pen and ink, is neatly placed on the table.
The owner of the stall is Su Yan, the youngest son of Su Ze, former bachelor of Dacang Hanlin Academy, minister of the Ministry of Rites, and left prime minister.
At this time, Su Yan no longer had the demeanor of a high-ranking official or celebrity. He was just wearing a gray scarf on his head and cloth clothes, and was immersed in writing letters.
In the original historical trajectory, the Northern Sect of the New Dynasty was only one of the pillar figures under the three giants. However, this life has not been as smooth as before. His past few years can be said to be a history of suffering.
In front of him, a young man with a scar on his face kept saying, "...I am now working as an errand in Yecheng Mansion. Tell my mother that I will go home soon, and the court will
The pension given is enough to give both of us brothers a wife.
Ask my mother to remember to help us brothers check out the young ladies in the nearby villages, so that when I go back, we can arrange the wedding.
Also, if I go back to my hometown, I can receive thirty acres of land. Then my family will no longer have to worry about starvation, and I can still work as an errand in the village. I heard from the captain that with my merits, I can also be honest.
Tell my brother again that when I return home, my family will be able to live a good life, and let him serve my mother well. If my mother is wronged, I will give him a good beating after I return.
besides……"
Soon, several pieces of letter paper were covered with words. Su Yan put down the pen, folded it skillfully, sealed it again, and then asked the man in front of him: "May I ask the recipient of the letter his name?"
The young man standing in front of Su Yan had rough skin, a tall figure, a strong body, and stood like a pine tree. Apart from a scar on his face, he was missing only one finger on his right hand, which added to his bravery. He had obviously retired due to injury.
A soldier. It’s a long-winded sentence, but it sounds extremely simple.
As the young man spoke, his eyes even shone with tears. When Su Yan asked, he was stunned for a moment and said, "What do you mean?"
Su Yan said: "What is the name of the recipient?"
"Oh, you literati, your names are just names, what about respect and taboos! My eldest brother's name is Populus euphratica, the poplar of the willow tree!" The young man complained in a rough voice.
Seeing this, Su Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "You're right, but I'm a little pedantic!"
After saying that, Su Yan quickly wrote his name on the envelope, and then picked it up and blew on the wet ink.
"Did you remember everything I told you? Did you miss anything?" The young man saw this and couldn't help but ask Su Yan.
Su Yan said, "But please rest assured, every word will be missed. If you are not sure, you can ask someone to check it!"
The young man chuckled and said, "No! That's not necessary!"
As the young man spoke, he quickly took the letter, took out seven copper coins from his pocket, handed it to Su Yan, and said at the same time, "Thank you sir!"
"One more! A letter only costs six cents!" Su Yan said.
The young man responded: "Sir, you have written so many words for me, just take it as my thanks!"
After saying that, he put the letter in his arms with a smile on his face as if he were holding a treasure, said goodbye, and prepared to go to the post station to send the letter back to his hometown. He is a retired sergeant, and he has some discounts by sending letters through the official post.
It’s also guaranteed and fast.
In recent years, under Wang Yu's attention, the post system in various places has become more and more perfect, and the various government offices are still very cooperative in building post roads and post stations.
On Su Yan's side, he slowly put away the copper coins, picked up one and looked at it, looking at the four words "Yuanshi Tongbao", he was lost in thought for a moment, but he quickly put it in his arms.
Nowadays, Su Yan has actually gotten used to his downtrodden life and is no longer as worried about gains and losses as he was at the beginning...
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! During Wang Yu's campaigns in the north and south, many important people were captured by him.
Among these people, there are those who take the initiative to ask for surrender, and there are also those who have a righteous death wish.
Su Yan didn't have the courage to go with the flow, but as someone from a famous family, he was not willing to associate with someone he regarded as a rebel.
Therefore, it was a bit humiliating to be a minister of a defeated country and a spoil of war. But in the beginning, among Wang Yu's army, at least he had no worries about food and clothing.
However, after all, he was a high-ranking official in Da Cang. He had no time to deal with him during the war, so he just let him be imprisoned. After the war, it was naturally impossible and everyone would forget about him.
However, his former boss, Bai Shang, stepped in to save him.
Even though Bai Shang's status is a bit embarrassing, he would rather die than bow to Wang Yu. However, he is still Wang Yu's old father-in-law, and the people below him will not hate him because of it. Isn't it just to save one person?
?It’s not like he has to be killed, let him go!
The government officials did not lock him up, nor did they let him go, letting him make a living on his own. Because of his status, he was inspected by officers every day.
Then, Su Yan began his impoverished life in Yecheng. The slightly valuable things he had on him had long been plundered or used up when working with officials. He was penniless, so as a last resort, he gave away a few of his clothes.
I pawned the pawn shop, exchanged some money, and changed into old clothes. I found a family in the corner of the market and rented a room like this to live in.
After that, the son of the left prime minister, the minister of rites, and a scholar began to worry about food, rice, oil, and salt every day, which was very painful.
Fortunately, I still had a pen holder, so I used the remaining money to find someone to build this table and buy some paper. On weekdays, I make a living by writing letters and lawsuits to people, until now.
Such a down and out life was very difficult for the pampered Su Yan, but he had no choice but to give up his "arrogance" as a scholar-bureaucrat, and he had to bow to reality and suffer for his stomach.
This lasted for several years.
And so much has happened in the past few years. Until the establishment of the Han Dynasty today, Da Cang has existed in name only. Although there are still Prince Jing and the small court of Hexi Province, and even Prince Wei, they all claim to be the emperor.
Da Cang orthodox.
However, the latter two are not very strong. The former, who was originally the strongest of the Cang Dynasty, once had hopes of being a person who cares about the Cangshi. However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
It was not that Su Yan had never thought about escaping. The officials at the Yefu government office were very perfunctory in their supervision of him and only visited him symbolically every day.
But just by taking a symbolic look every day, once it is discovered that he is not here, where can he escape in one day?
Moreover, when thinking about the long journey of thousands of miles, the most important thing is his identity. Once he leaves Yecheng, in the Han Dynasty, how can he avoid such checkpoints and cities? As long as he is detected
, if there is no way to lead, life may not be saved.
Those martial arts masters have to go through mountains and ridges all the way. There is no way, so they find a way by themselves. However, he is just a weak scholar. Going over mountains and ridges will only lead to death faster. If he takes the official road, he will not be able to escape this.
Inspections along the way.
The sun was getting higher, and the blazing rays shone on the table, gradually getting hot. Su Yan sat there alone, closing his eyes and concentrating, not moving at all. It had been nearly an hour since the man who asked for letters left.
, no one patronizes his business anymore, it is very bleak, he does not take the initiative, he just sits there...
Above the market, the bustle was still there. As the temperature got higher and the sun was shining all the time, Su Yan couldn't bear it anymore. When he opened his eyes, he felt a little dazed and hungry.
Su Yan sighed heavily and looked at the sun. A wry smile appeared on his lips. He stood up and started packing his things.
"Mr. Su, are you back so early?" At the nearby cake shop, a short shop owner with a long grain tree and dead bark noticed it and asked loudly.
Su Yan raised his head helplessly, pointed at the top of his head, and said, "This gentleman is so poisonous that it is really unbearable!"
Seeing this, the shop owner walked out, holding an oil paper bag in his hand, handed it to Su Yan, and said: "These are the two remaining cakes from the morning. If Mr. Su doesn't mind, just take them and eat them first!"
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Su Yan immediately planned to pay for it, but when he saw this, the little man quickly stopped him and said, "No! No need! This is what's left, and it can't be sold. It would be a waste to keep it here..."
After such a long time, I was barely familiar with him, but looking at his calm eyes looking at me, I couldn't help but wonder if he wanted something from me.
It was just a passing thought, and Su Yan couldn't help but think to himself. After he had fallen to this level, was he still afraid that this common man had plots against him?
Su Yan did not refuse, he took it and saluted him again: "If there is a future, Su will repay you a hundredfold for the kindness you gave me today!"
Hearing this, the little man directly waved his hand, looked at Su Yan and said, "Mr. Su, I see that you are also a scholar, with literary talents and can write lawsuits. Why don't you go to the Yamen to seek a position?"
Better than here..."
Su Yan just sighed, but didn't say much. He bowed his hands and said, "Goodbye!"
With the help of the little man, Su Yan packed up all his tables and chairs, tied them up with a hemp rope, carried them on his back, and slowly walked out of the city step by step...
The house Su Yan rented was just a small room in an ordinary family's house. Moreover, it was far away from Nanshi, so he had to walk very hard every time to and from the market.
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When he returned to his residence, he was already out of breath and sweating profusely. The housewife in the yard heard the sound and came out. When she saw Su Yan, she immediately stood up and said, "Mr. Su, you are back so early!"
A helpless smile appeared on Su Yan's face. Even though the house was simple and simple, he still had to live under someone else's roof. He wiped the sweat from his face helplessly and could only say to the fat woman, "The weather is really hot.
It’s hard…”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I wrote a letter today!" Su Yan took out a few copper coins from his sleeves and handed them all to the woman in front of him.
"I'll worry about the food for the next two days!"
After saying that, he took out the cooking cake, gave half of it to the woman, and said with a smile: "For the children to eat!"
After sizing up Su Yan, the woman took them all, shook her head, and sighed again, not knowing what she was sighing about.
Su Yan washed up briefly and returned to the simple room with a clear view. After eating two cooking cakes, he regained some strength. He immediately spread out the paper, dipped his pen in the ink, thought for a while, and then wrote the article.
During his stay in Yecheng, apart from living a miserable life, Su Yan spent his free time writing his "Notes on what he saw and heard in Yecheng" in this quiet room.
Before long, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the woman barged in directly.
"Sister-in-law, what do you think?" Su Yan was not angry at being disturbed. This was not the first time that this happened, and he was used to it. Now, he can only get used to others, but cannot let others
Get used to him.
After getting along with her for many days, he also knew that although the woman was vulgar, she only said that she was unforgiving, but in fact she was warm-hearted.
The woman held a bowl of rice in her hand, which was covered with some vegetables. It was slightly oily. She put it directly in front of Su Yan, pressed it on his manuscript paper, and said: "Take your dirty clothes."
Come out and wash it for you conveniently. Aren't you scholars always very particular? How can you stand the smell if you haven't washed your clothes for so long..."
Listening to the woman's words, Su Yan's face was slightly red, and he had no one to take care of him. He had only washed his clothes twice in the past month. When he smelled it, the odor on his body was still very obvious.
Then he stood up again and bowed to the woman: "I'm really ashamed! Thank you very much!"