The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Fraud cases have caused many candidates who were originally on the list to fail.

I don’t know how many people’s futures have been harmed. When I heard that he had returned to the capital, I was afraid that I could not wait to make Laotan sauerkraut for him.

"No need to worry, Uncle Shi. My nephew naturally has other plans to keep Uncle Shi safe, but he will be wronged."

The next day, Liangxiang.

Cheng Minzheng came to the hay hut of the refugees, followed the government servant to a hay hut, gave some instructions and then left.

He opened the door and an unpleasant stench came.

There was a broken straw mat in the house, a few pieces of earth and stone on the stove, and a broken pot hanging with a basket and ladle inside, but no rice.

There is a dustpan hanging on the wall.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Minzheng had mixed feelings in his heart. There were nearly a hundred servants in the house, and the family had a lot of wealth. He had been an official to the right minister of the Ministry of Rites. How had he ever lived in a place like this?

At this moment, Cheng Minzheng, who was originally dressed in clean Confucian clothes from head to toe, had long been replaced by coarse cloth.

In order to make him more like a refugee, Yan Chengjin did not let him take care of the book boy.

Phew~

He blew the straw mat clean in one breath and put down the tattered package. He still couldn't sit down.

"Fleeing to Liangxiang?" Liang Zhong walked out of the hut and saw a gentleman dressed as a refugee who looked like a gentleman from a private school. He asked curiously.

Cheng Minzheng nodded.

The surrounding refugees were curious and came over to ask a few questions.

"Alone? Where did you come from?"

"One of the people who fled from Huizhou was Cheng. He heard that Liangxiang was a good place, so he came to take a look."

"What's your name?"

Cheng Minzheng thought for a while and said: "Cheng Qingshan."

Don't let anyone know his name, especially the scholars in the capital, who might come to trouble him.

The refugees were a little envious. The name sounded nice, like the name of a scholar. They chatted with Cheng Minzheng until the evening before they dispersed.

Soon the news spread that a new refugee named Cheng Qingshan had arrived.

Which gentleman would be stupid enough to pretend to be a refugee? No one doubted that his true identity was Huizhou Dashang, the teacher of the current Emperor Hongzhi.

Cheng Minzheng opened the pot, looked embarrassed, and covered it back silently.

I don’t know how to cook, and I can’t figure out what to do when I look at a broken pot.

His stomach growled with hunger, so he had to sit on the straw mat and rub his stomach, remembering that Yan Chengjin asked him to educate the refugees in Liangxiang.

"It can be considered a meritorious deed, please bear with it for now." Cheng Minzheng gritted his teeth. He didn't have a single coin on his body, and all of it was taken away.

Even though he is disguised as a refugee, how can he be educated?

Cheng Minzheng fell into deep thought.

When we walked out of the hut, it was not dark yet, and a dozen refugees gathered in the pavilion, chatting about today's workshop.

Cheng Minzheng walked over and asked, "Shall I tell you about the Ming Law?"

The refugees felt it was new and said, "Tell me about it."

Cheng Minzheng was overjoyed, thought for a while, and started from the one that was most closely related to the refugees: "Then the old man started to say, Ming law, anyone who enters someone else's house at night without any reason will be punished with an eighty stick. The master will kill him immediately. Don't care about the deceased. If he kills or injures someone without permission, he will be punished with a second-class penalty. For the deceased, he will be punished with a hundred sticks and a three-year sentence..."

A quarter of an hour passed. Some people yawned, some fell asleep on the floor, and some started chatting.

Didn't even listen to what he said.

Cheng Minzheng could only return in frustration with his hands on his back.

Back in the thatched house, the moonlight was bright, and the straw mat could be faintly seen. With a sigh, Cheng Minzheng took the package and put it on the bedside, preparing to sleep.

At this moment, the door of the thatched shed was pushed open, and Liang Zhong kindly brought two sesame seed cakes and a bowl of water: "You're welcome, eat first."

With a burning feeling in his stomach, Cheng Minzheng took it and said, "Thank you, old man."

After taking a bite of the sesame seed cake, it was astonishingly delicious.

Liang Zhong smiled and said, "Are you a person who has studied?"

Cheng Minzheng hesitated when he heard the words, nodded and said: "I studied in a private school for several years."

"I saw it when I saw you today. Refugees don't talk like this. I knew it when I heard you talking about the laws of the Ming Dynasty in the hut." Liang Zhong said with a smile.

Cheng Minzheng felt bitter in his heart.

Without candles and lamp oil, I could only fall asleep hastily at night.

I had known that refugees lived in poverty before, but I had never imagined that they would be so miserable.

"They don't even know how to read, let alone the law of the Ming Dynasty. My nephew, you are really a shameful old man." Cheng Minzheng muttered while half asleep.

On the second day, the refugees went out to work or go to the workshop, and the hut area was a little deserted than at night.

Liang Zhong was pushing a cart to sell sesame seed cakes when he saw Cheng Minzheng: "Go to the workshop and have a look. One person is required for each household. If you are one household, you might be able to make some money."

He is here to educate the refugees, not to make money.

Cheng Minzheng nodded in response, found a broken board outside the house, padded it with stones, and used it as a desk.

Open the package and prepare to write "Feng Shen Ji".

"This is a letter from my young master to you."

Cheng Minzheng looked up and saw a man who looked like a refugee. If he looked carefully, he was a member of the Yan Mansion.

After reading the letter a few times, I picked up the pen and quickly replied.

"Do you have any silver? I can also use copper coins. I didn't have breakfast today." Cheng Minzheng said shyly.

"The young master didn't let me bring any money."

This guy Yan Chengjin!

Cheng Minzheng almost didn't curse.

I still don’t know how to solve today’s three meals.

You can't come to beg for money. He is a son-in-law of the Cheng family in Huizhou and the former scholar Li Xian. He has done such a shameless thing. How can he dare to recognize his ancestors after death?

Menzi got the letter and left.

…………

Yanfu,

Yan Chengjin slowly opened the letter.

Now, except for the people in the mansion, no one knows that Cheng Minzheng is in the capital.

Cheng Minzheng said in the letter that the refugees could not understand what he said, and some refugees could not even understand the official language of the capital.

If you stick to the dialect, you can't reach the upper and lower levels.

"This is difficult."

Looking down, Cheng Minzheng still bites the bullet and speaks the awkward dialect.

"Cheng Minzheng can speak several languages?" The admiration is beyond words, and Yan Chengjin suddenly feels that he has found the right person.

The "Hongwu Zhengyun" promoted by the Ming Dynasty incorporates the southern phonology, which is different from the traditional phonology used by scholars. Even scholars have accents.

These refugees wander around and can understand some official language.

Cheng Minzheng's disciples come from all over the world and speak various dialects. It is not surprising that he knows a few words.

Although he is from Huizhou, he speaks the official Beijing accent very standardly.

Having an authentic official language and outstanding appearance were necessary conditions for promotion and wealth in the Ming Dynasty.

Yan Chengjin wrote back a letter.

…

Fengtian Hall,

"I am old, please retire!" Wang Yue knelt in the hall.

Emperor Hongzhi squinted his eyes, full of regret, and said sternly: "I don't allow it. Wang Aiqing is still so young, why do you want to retire? If you have any difficulties, just tell me!"

I am older than the late emperor, how can your majesty have the face to say such a thing?

It is extremely difficult to be laid off. Xu Bu was blinded in one eye, but your majesty did not allow it.

Wang Yue was ready for a protracted war: "I am old, and I am not interested in the government. I want to write books at home and teach!"

Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "If you want to write books, why do you have to retire?"