I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 115
Many people in the Xi'an Prefecture know that Mr. Hong Chengchou, the governor of the three sides of Shaanxi, has three good things in his daily life.

One is good at dried tofu, two is good at listening to operas, and three is good at reading.

Therefore, there are twenty or thirty small stalls selling dried tofu every day at the gate of the opera garden in Xi'an Fubei Street.

Steamed Dried Tofu, Fried Dried Tofu, Boiled Dried Tofu, Stir-fried Dried Tofu, Dried Tofu With Spicy Oil, Stir-Fried Dried Tofu With Lamb Liver, Dried Tofu Soaked In Lamb Soup, Dried Tofu Mixed With Chinese Toon, Dried Tofu Soup With Hot And Sour Sauce...

In short, it is very rich.

Business is booming.

In the year of famine, the common people are the most pitiful.

They often struggle and wail in the wilderness for a bite of food, helpless and desperate. Those who sell their sons and daughters still have some connections.

It is said that in the spring of the seventh year of the Apocalypse, it is not uncommon for the people in Guanzhong to change their sons and eat them.

But officials and rich families in the Xi'an mansion should eat, drink, and lick...even if they know that Mr. Hong Chengchou is upright and upright, they should kneel down and lick.

When this southern Hokkien man was still serving as the governor of Shaanxi Province and participated in politics, his three good things were talked about by people in Xi'an Prefecture, and they thought it was a good talk.

"Master Hong takes a bite of dried tofu, it's because he never forgets his roots."

"Lord Hong likes to watch operas, that's because he loves Qin Opera, our old Shaanxi customs, and our youngest father and mother..."

Many rich families in Xi'an Prefecture may not know that Hong Chengchou hated dried tofu the most in his life.

What I dislike most is Qin Opera.

In his view as a scholar from southern Fujian, the customs of the Qin people are too rigid, they sing operas as they sing, their mouths are opened like a rotten bowl, their faces are red and their ears are red, and they all seem to be about to kill six generals. Slight discomfort.

To be a scholar, you need to be a bit literary to be more like a scholar.

The problem is, the rich and powerful families in Laoshan like this one, there is no way, in order to let the soldiers under him have a warm meal, he has to pretend to love Qin opera.

As for dried tofu, it's a bit hard to say.

24 years ago, Hong Chengchou, a young man who would go to the streets every morning to sell dried tofu, probably never thought that one day he would be a high-ranking official with rich salary and great power.

The man from southern Fujian was born in poverty. He dropped out of school at the age of 11 and helped his mother make dried tofu at home.

In the early morning, they have to go to the nearby Yingxupu to sell.

When Hong Chengchou sells dried tofu, he often attends lectures outside the school, and occasionally helps students make matches. Teacher Hong Qiyin finds that Hong Chengchou is extremely talented and ambitious, so he accepts Hong Chengchou as an apprentice for free and returns to school.

After five years of study, he went to Quanzhou Chengbei Academy to study.

In the 43rd year of Wanli, 23-year-old Hong Chengchou went to the province to take part in the provincial examination, and was the No. 19 candidate in Yimao Ke Chinese Style.

In the 44th year of Wanli, Hong Chengchou went to Beijing for the examination, and Lian Jie was admitted to the imperial examination.

The head of the Jiangxi Qingli Department of the Ministry of Punishment, Li Yuanwailang, doctor, Zhejiang Tixueqin, Liangzhe Cheng announced the political and left counselor, Shaanxi governor grain participated in politics, Shaanxi trilateral governor...

Along the way, Hong Chengchou's official career has been smooth and smooth, with a good official reputation.

By the way, he is also in a good mood, staying away from the court and avoiding those messy party disputes. He has always been gentle and refined, with the appearance of a talented southern Fujian scholar who has read a lot of poetry and books.

Therefore, the love for dried tofu shown on the face has become a good talk of "not forgetting the root"...

……

Now, Hong Chengchou has one more hobby, that is, he always likes to hang around the gates of Xi'an Mansion when he has nothing to do.

In Mao Yuanyi's words, Marshal Hong is counting his sheep.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Xi'an Mansion has a vicissitudes and a heavy atmosphere, especially when the dense atmosphere of the Qinling Mountains is dyed scarlet by a touch of the setting sun, it looks even more remote.

Hong Chengchou stood on the city wall of Ximen, looking into the distance, his thin face was expressionless, his two thin hands were hidden in the sleeves of his robe, and his knuckles were crackling.

This is how he looks furious.

Several personal soldiers hid far away, for fear of offending Shang Mo.

As the days of Yan'an Mansion, Qingyang Mansion, and Pingliang Mansion gradually flourished, Xi'an Mansion, located in the Guanzhong Plain, was bleak.

According to the report from the sentry, the green seedlings over there are all green and pleasing to the eye, and the common people are full of energy.

Looking at the land under his jurisdiction again, the common people are starving and dizzy, and they are also imitating others, not to mention attacking the county town, but also want to open warehouses to release grain and divide the land evenly?
It's the other way around!

Yesterday, he personally led an iron cavalry to suppress the rebels on the Lantian side, and cut off more than a hundred blackheads on the spot.

By the way, he also ordered that the more than [-] rebels who abandoned their weapons and surrendered be taken to Caishikou, and all beheaded for public display...

The momentum of the rebels was contained.

The problem is, something happened to his soldiers.

Hong Chengchou's frontier army originally had more than 2 people, but Mao Yuanyi led him by the nose and flew kites along the Guanzhong and Qinling Mountains, and more than [-] people scattered.

At the beginning of February, the news that the common people in the three prefectures were allotted to cultivated land came, and another seven or eight thousand people dispersed.

Now it's all right, the green shoots are growing over there, and it seems that this year they won't be hungry, and more than 3000 frontier troops have dispersed.

It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

There is no news about the rations of the imperial court. The rations of the rich and powerful families are used to raise soldiers themselves. Who is willing to lend Hong Chengchou a piece of rations?
If it's just these problems, Hong Chengchou still has a way to deal with them.

But what made him feel even more humiliated was that the idiot emperor in the Forbidden City not only ignored him, the governor of the three sides, but also "simply pulled" Sun Chuanting, a county magistrate of Shangqiu, to guard Ningxia Town.

It has to be said that this move of the idiot emperor is clearly a humiliation to Hong Chengchou.

In any case, Ningxia Town is just a military town under the jurisdiction of the three governors of Shaanxi. Even though Sun Chuanting is a third-rank military attache in the imperial court, he is still in the hands of Hong Chengchou.

Guarding the town of Ningxia is easy to say, without the dispatch of him, the governor of the three sides, people eat horses, plus all kinds of logistics and other things can't be transported. Is it necessary to let the 1 multilateral troops eat grass and sand?

'But why did the emperor do this? '

Hong Chengchou held his stomach full of suffocation, looked up to the sky, frowned slightly, half-closed his eyes, looked at the dark blue sky, and saw two big birds limping past, he couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Hold back for a long time, a long time.

Then, he farted slowly.

finally comfortable.

If so, then...

"Report!"

Suddenly, a scout sped up his horse, rolled up a wave of yellow dust, and rushed towards this side. When he was still seven or eight feet away from Hong Chengchou, he rolled off his horse and knelt down on one knee to report:
"Report to the Marshal, the Fengxiang Mansion hastened the report, and the unruly people gathered to rebel!"

"Fengxiang mansion? When did it start? How many people rebelled? Qianhu Cao Mingyue is stationed there. Does he have a living?"

Hong Chengchou was furious.

A series of questioning made the sentry's face turn green with fright, and he stammered, "Report to the Commander... It started around noon today, and about seven or eight hundred thugs besieged the government office..."

"Where is Cao Mingyue? Where is he? There are seven or eight hundred troublemakers, what does he do?"

"Report to Commander, Cao Mingyue is leading an army to suppress it!"

Hong Chengchou was on fire in his heart, let the cold spring wind blow, and felt like farting again.

So, he let out another faint stinky fart.

My stomach finally feels more comfortable.

"Pass me an order to gather [-] cavalrymen and gallop to the aid of Fengxiang Mansion in the starry night!"

(End of this chapter)