Chapter 64: The Clumsy Minglan
Imperial Palace, Chui Gong Hall
After listening to Han Zhang’s description of the situation in Jiangnan, the officials said bitterly: “These idiots with the highest level of corpse meal, for How dare you hide such a thing when it comes to evaluations and promotions? "
"Your Majesty, calm down, it was discovered early, and the local government has already organized people to catch locusts, so the impact is not big," Han Zhang said.
"So it still has an impact?" the official asked.
"There will definitely be an impact. Grain production in Yangzhou and several nearby states should be less than in previous years." Han Zhang said.
"How much will it decrease?" the official asked.
"It should not exceed 30%." Han Zhang said.
"What?"
The official said in disbelief: "Didn't the Grand Prime Minister say that the impact is not big? How could it be reduced by so much?"
Although Han Zhang said it was not more than 30%, it must be more than 20%, otherwise Han Zhang would not have said that.
Jiangnan is a major grain-producing area. A 20% reduction in grain production in several states near Yangzhou will also lead to a rise in grain prices.
If there is a natural disaster elsewhere, the problem will be even more serious.
And all this could have been avoided.
When I think of this, the officials who have always been kind-hearted have the urge to kill those officials.
"Because spring plowing is coming soon, people don't have much time to catch locusts. Although locusts cannot affect the climate, they still have an impact." Han Zhang said.
The official took a deep breath and said: "What are the results of the official review in those states?"
"Back to Your Majesty, according to the investigation, there is no concealment or failure to report. There have been no locust plagues in those states in the past seven or eight years, so officials have become a little slack," Han Zhang said.
“This is worse than concealing it and not reporting it!”
The official said angrily: “They concealing it and not reporting it at least means they did it. These people must be severely punished.”
The officials walked back and forth after the imperial examination, and then stopped for a while and said: "These people are neglecting their duties, but they can still be promoted all the way. There are also problems with the Ministry of Officials. The Shangshutai and Yushitai have sent people to investigate. They have been conducting evaluations over the years to see if there are any problems. If any problems are found, the officials responsible for the evaluation will deal with them together!"
"Yes," Han Zhang said.
"Your Majesty, Academician Hai wants to see you." A eunuch came in and reported.
"Let him in." The official said.
The eunuch bowed and left. After a while, Hai Wenyou walked in.
"I pay my respects to Your Majesty." Hai Wenyou saluted.
"No courtesy."
The official waved his hand and said: "Shouldn't Bochang teach the prince in the East Palace at this time?"
"Back to Your Majesty, I asked you the day before yesterday I left my homework and asked His Highness the Crown Prince and his companions to write a poem with the theme of "Scenery". His Royal Highness the Crown Prince composed a poem, which made me amazed and ashamed, so I came here to present it to Your Majesty for reading. "Hai Wenyou." said.
“Oh?”
The official heard this and said with great interest: "Bring it to me to see."
He still knows Hai Wenyou well. He has a very literary character and can make him say things he feels ashamed of. It can be seen that Zhao Xing's lyrics are excellent.
Hai Wenyou took out a folded piece of rice paper from his sleeve. Eunuch Liu quickly stepped forward to take it and presented it to the official.
Guan Jia took it and started reading it. There were not many words in this poem, so Guan Jia finished it quickly. He laughed and scolded: "The lyrics are really good, but the words are a bit ugly. The Grand Prime Minister has great literary talents, but he was ranked second in the rankings. Come and see how the prince writes this poem."
"Your Majesty and Uncle Qamdo praised it well, so it is naturally excellent.”
Han Zhang said, taking the words sent by the eunuch and reading them.
"How is it?"
The official asked eagerly after Han Zhang finished reading.
Han Zhang looked thoughtful, and after hearing the words, he said deeply: "Your Majesty, your Royal Highness's poem has a profound artistic conception. It is a metaphor for people."
The official heard the words He was startled, the time was too short, and he hadn't had time to appreciate it carefully. But after Han Zhang said this, he tasted it carefully and sighed: "If all the officials in the world were like plum blossoms, scattered into mud and ground into dust, they could still be as fragrant as before. I can live up to the name of this palace, It’s cured by hanging the arch.”
Han Zhang and Hai Wenyou both fell silent when they heard this. Although they had studied Confucianism since childhood, they also knew that world unity could only exist in fantasy. The human heart and human nature are complex. It is simply impossible to want everyone to be as fragrant as plum blossoms.
"Bo Chang, publish this poem in Di Bao so that the officials in the world can take a good look at it." The official said.
Dibao is a newspaper published by the Xuanzheng Yuan about the imperial decrees and the appointment and dismissal of some officials.
Distributed to officials to read, so that officials all over the world can better understand the imperial decrees and implement them in a timely manner.
The official published this poem in the Di newspaper, which not only slapped officials all over the world, but also built momentum for Zhao Xing's fame.
“I obey the decree!” Hai Wenyou responded.
"You guys go down." The official waved his hand.
"Your Majesty, please give me the manuscript of His Highness." Hai Wenyou bowed.
"Bo Chang has a photographic memory. This poem only contains a few crosses. Could it be that he still can't remember it?"
"It's not that I can't remember it, it's just that this is the manuscript of His Royal Highness the Prince's first poem, and I want to frame it for collection." Hai Wenyou said with a smile.
Hearing this, the official laughed and scolded: "The word "Prince" is written so ugly, what is there to collect? Aiqing's calligraphy is also very good. When teaching the prince, don't hide your secrets. I will make a copy later. , I’ll give it to you for collection.”
This is the manuscript of his son’s first poem, how could he give it to others.
"I would like to thank your Majesty for the reward." Hai Wenyou happily saluted and thanked you.
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The imperial palace newspapers are divided into three types: daily, monthly and per inquiry.
The daily Di newspaper only covers Bianjing officials, while local officials only have monthly reports and inquiry reports.
After Hai Wenyou left, he went to the Xuanzhengyuan, wrote down Yongmei silently, informed the officials of the explanation, and published it in the Di newspaper.
When the people in the Xuanzhengyuan learned that the poem was written by the prince, they naturally did not dare to delay, and immediately typed it and published it in the Di newspaper the next day.
With the distribution of the Di newspaper the next day, it didn’t take long for Zhao Xing’s poem to spread throughout Bianjing, and the students in the scholar community praised Zhao Xing’s talent.
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It has been some time since Minglan moved to Shou'an Hall in the Sheng family.
In addition to learning literacy, I also learn various etiquette and make tea and flower arrangements.
As a woman, there are too many rules and regulations in this era.
Men can also study hard and gain fame.
Women, on the other hand, can only learn various skills in order to marry into a good family and be a good wife and mother.
Minglan didn't dare to take the lead, acting like a clumsy person, and was even slower to learn than Lan.
I am afraid that I will be regarded as a rising grass and be ‘pulled out’.
Her approach shared a lot of firepower for Ru Lan. Not only did Ru Lan not target her, but she took care of her everywhere.
Minglan was punished and slapped, so Rulan gave Minglan the ointment that Mrs. Wang spent a lot of money to find someone to prepare.
I am afraid that Minglan is seriously injured and needs to recuperate and cannot come to participate in the study.
As the saying goes, people become better with age.
Minglan only acted clumsy on the surface, but secretly she studied very seriously. Plus she practiced a lot after returning home, and it can be said that she made rapid progress.
She had to pretend to be making slow progress in front of Mrs. Sheng and Fang’s mother. Naturally, they noticed something unusual.
So Mrs. Sheng asked Fang’s mother to investigate.
Thank God for the reward from my second uncle.
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(End of this chapter)