"If I write a book, I will not be able to attend court or pay duty."

The court cannot pay a salary, let me do something else, right? Wang Yue lowered his head, and his face would definitely look ugly without thinking.

"Master, Cheng Minzheng entered Beijing yesterday." Mou Bin said. When the secret whistle of Yan's mansion saw Cheng Minzheng, he informed him.

It must be to compete with Cheng Minzheng for fame again, Emperor Hongzhi pondered a few times: "This official position is in Wang Qing's family, and I am also grateful to him."

It's pretty good, His Majesty asked him to write books in the yamen.

Wang Yue stood up and left.

After leaving the palace, Wang Yue came directly to Yan's mansion.

"Nephew, I just came to the palace to explain to Your Majesty that I can also write books in the yamen in the future. I heard that Cheng Minzheng has entered the capital, where have you been?"

Yan Chengjin knew that it must be the Jinyiwei reported.

"This matter cannot be known to the scholars in the capital. Please keep it confidential."

Wang Yue nodded and said, "Don't worry, my nephew, I have no deep grudges with him. Tell me, I will see him."

Yan Chengjin's trust is not Wang Yue.

...

After teaching for a few days, Cheng Minzheng discovered that refugees would rather chat about things in the workshop than listen to the laws of the Ming Dynasty.

But he is a persistent person.

In the evening, when the refugees came back from the workshop, he still came to the straw shed and began to preach the Ming Dynasty.

"The family members of the wealthy households and tented servants in various places, and the structure was robbed, and the officials were killed and stolen, and the prison was set on fire. The wealthy households immediately sent the officials to question. If the wealthy households knew about the truth, in addition to the actual crime of death, the prisoners were punished with thieves and more than three people, who were under the military guards, were sent to the border guards, and those with the officials were sent to the nearby army and were exiled to the army."

The refugees were annoyed and didn't like him coming here.

Cheng Min returned to the straw shed in dejectedly, and brought two large sesame cakes and a bowl of porridge from the beam.

"Qingshan, drink while it's hot!"

These days, Liang Zhong gave him two sesame cakes, sometimes with white rice.

In return, Cheng Min, two grandsons of Zheng and Church, read and read.

These two grandsons, one is called Liang Xiaoyi and the other is called Liang Xiaoer.

Cheng Minzheng felt that he was not elegant and did not have the consent of his parents, so he could not change his name, so he gave them the words.

You can’t take the character casually. A man’s character is twenty and he can’t take the character until he reaches age.

But Cheng Minzheng felt that the name was ugly and secretly called them their words in private.

In the early morning, the east is about to dawn, and the rays of light are just beginning to dew.

The refugees went to the workshop, Liang Zhong went to sell sesame cakes, and their two daughters-in-law also went to do farm work.

Cheng Minzheng took two children to read in the straw shed.

"I will teach you three hundred thousand first."

"Qingshan, what is three hundred thousand?" Liang Xiaoer asked curiously.

Did you call Qingshan?

Cheng Minzheng was so angry that he stared at him. The refugee's children were uneducated, which was true.

"From today on, you will call me Mr. Cheng, and I will teach you the name for your teacher." Cheng Minzheng likes his students to call him Mr. Cheng.

Liang Xiaoyi was more studious than his younger brother and asked, "Sir, what is three hundred thousand?"

Cheng Minzheng touched his beard and nodded: "Three hundred thousand are the "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Surnames", and "Thousand Character Classic". Did you remember it?"

Liang nodded.

"Where are you Yingning?"

Liang Xiaoer nodded.

At this moment, a refugee came in, and Cheng Minzheng stood up and said, "You learn calligraphy first, and you have something to do for your teacher."

When I opened the letter, I saw only two words: How?

The more you write, the more you reveal it. On the verge of caution, Yan Chengjin always cherishes his words like gold...

Cheng Minzheng wrote the situation in the past two days in the letter, including accepting two apprentices.

After thinking about it, I wrote the last sentence: It is probably difficult to educate refugees. Refugees don’t like to listen to the Ming Dynasty. Yesterday, I told the Ming Dynasty, but I even drove them out, which disappointed my nephew.

Meet words like face.

This is the code word he agreed with Yan Chengjin.

"Did you bring the money?" Cheng Minzheng looked at the door.

"The young master said, you can't let people know that you are in the capital." Menzi whispered.

Cheng Minzheng held his forehead and bought a meat bun to eat, which became a luxury.

At night, the moon is as bright as water.

Liang Zhong came back from selling sesame cakes, and his daughter-in-law made rice and sesame cakes, and the whole family sat on the straw mat.

"What did you learn today?" Liang Zhong asked his two grandchildren.

Liang Xiaoyi said: "Mr. Cheng taught us to write names."

"Mr. Cheng's affairs in the capital cannot be told to others." Liang Xiaoer looked serious.

"Who said that?"

"Today, someone came to Mr. Cheng and said that he could not be known. He was in the capital."

Liang Zhongzhong was confused and thought that Mr. Cheng was a little weird. No matter how bad he was, he could be an accountant manager and not become a refugee. Could it be that he was an imperial offender?

He brought a bowl of porridge and two sesame cakes to the straw shed next door.

"Green Mountain, have dinner."

In the darkness, a figure took the Shaobing and Qingzhu and thanked him repeatedly. Liang Zhong looked at him and hesitated for a moment: "Has Qingshan ever been an official before?"

Cheng Minzheng almost choked to death and said nothing. Liang Zhong was confused and decided to go to the yamen tomorrow to inform Lord Zhang. If it was Qin's offender, it would be troublesome.

The next morning, the two children of the Liang family did not come to study. Cheng Minzheng walked over to look. The gate of the hut was closed tightly, and no one responded after calling.

Turning around, he saw Liang Zhong coming back with his two children.

"I misunderstood Qingshan. The old man thought you were a criminal offender, so he went to report to the official early this morning."

"..." Cheng Minzheng.

I thought to myself why I didn’t send him breakfast today.

Liang Zhong smiled and Lord Zhang said that Cheng Qingshan was a refugee from Huizhou and offended people in the capital, so it was not convenient to disclose it. He immediately felt relieved.

Cheng Minzheng didn't care and continued to teach his two children to study.

"Sir, can you talk about "Fox Zhai"?" Liang Xiaoer asked.

"You want to hear it?"

Liang Xiaoyi and Liang Xiaoer's eyes shone and they nodded happily.

Cheng Minzheng suddenly moved his heart, "The refugees like to hear stories, but they don't have the money to go to the restaurant. Isn't it just that the Ming Dynasty's law is integrated into stories?"

In the evening, he came to the pavilion again.

The refugees gathered here to chat. When they saw Cheng Minzheng coming again, they were displeased: "Why are you here to talk about the Daming Law again? We don't want to listen to the Daming Law."

"Beat him up and be honest!"

Cheng Minzheng walked to the pavilion and slowly spoke: "Which is the case in Wuyang County, Kaifeng Prefecture, Henan Province, there is a man named Ye Guang. His family is poor, but he married his beautiful wife Quan. He looks like Xi Shi, smart and wise, and lives in a remote village..."

The refugee's eyes became brighter and he listened intently.

There was silence around, only Cheng Minzheng's voice was heard.

It is about "The Cause of Bao Gong's Angry Sentence against the World", and the refugees who passed by the straw hut also sat down.

The moon shines brightly, and in a moment, more and more refugees are sitting in the straw shed.

An hour later, Cheng Minzheng cleared his throat and said, "I'll be here tonight. If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the explanation next time."

The refugees felt extremely uncomfortable, as if someone had planted a grass in their hearts. The grass kept growing, and their minds were filled with Cheng Minzheng's voice.

"Qingshan, let's talk about it!"

"You are still looking for it. You don't have a wife, so you will sleep alone when you go back."

Cheng Minzheng was overjoyed: "You should remember tonight, what crime Ye Guang committed, and don't imitate it."

Back in the straw shed, Cheng Minzheng borrowed an oil lamp from Liangzhong and wrote a letter, but Yan Chengjin was reluctant to come to pick it up.

A few days later, a disheveled refugee in a ragged dress came to the straw shed.

"Tell this letter to your young master."

"Dad, why did you become like this!"

Cheng Minzheng looked up again, feeling sad: "Son, why did you... become like this?"

Cheng Zitang wiped away his tears: "Mr. Yan said, you have to dress up like this to come to see you."

Liangzhong came to the straw hut to deliver food, and saw a refugee in the straw hut, "Qingshan, is this your son?"

"no."
Chapter completed!