First Prince of Ming Dynasty Chapter 395

  Chapter 395 Sugar-coated shells

  Zhu Biao listened to it again. These are the corrupt officials handed over by the local government in recent months.

Before Zhu Biao entered Qingyang, he ordered the Chen family to investigate secretly. There will always be a few clean people when corrupt officials are rampant. Killing corrupt officials is part of purging officials, and keeping and promoting honest and honest officials is also part of it. Punish the evil and promote the good. Can reverse the unhealthy wind.

   It is common for Chen Bingxian to operate in Qingyang. It is not difficult to investigate this kind of thing. After all, the officials don't need to cover up the current situation.

  In the morning, Zhu Biao took advantage of the name of inspecting the Chen family's shops, and took a good tour of Qingyang Fucheng. Regardless of talking about what he saw and heard along the way, he would become numb to the cruel reality after seeing too much.

At noon, Chen Bingxian led Zhu Biao to the gate of Zhang's mansion. They also entered the compound four times, but the style of the gate was much stronger than the courtyard where Zhu Biao stayed. extraordinary.

  Looking up at the eaves of the door, it is also very distinctive. There are two layers of bucket arches under the eaves, two flowers on the forehead, and four flowers under the eaves. All of them have oblique arches, which look like flowers from a distance. Except for the brackets, there is no wood carving decoration on the gate tower, which looks simple and solemn.

  Zhang Heng personally led his son out to greet him. This was considered a family banquet, and it was indeed a great way to save face. Zhu Biao smiled and cupped his hands: "How dare you bother uncle to greet him personally, this will make my nephew feel ashamed to enter the house."

   "Hahaha, my nephew is too polite. Why can't the old man greet me personally when I come to the house for the first time? It will be convenient in the future, just come straight in as my own."

  Zhu Biao looked at the young man in his early twenties again, with a bookish air: "I have seen my elder brother, and it is impolite to come to visit rashly. I hope my elder brother will not be offended."

  The young man cupped his hands in return and said: "My foolish brother Zhang Mingyuan has seen the virtuous brother, and it was my fault that I didn't go to cleanse the virtuous brother yesterday. Please come to the house and tell me."

  Zhu Biao nodded with a smile, the three of them walked in the front, Chen Rongyan and others followed behind, entered the Zhang mansion, and the screen wall was in front of the eyes, depicting the pattern of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, it was a master's handwriting.

  Passing through the courtyard of Yimen, they entered the main hall of the front yard. After they were seated, the servants served tea, and Zhu Biao also presented gifts prepared by the Chen family.

   Zhang Mingyuan was very curious about the Imperial College in Beijing. After drinking tea for a while, it was not like Zhu Biao had never been there, so he naturally told him about it.

  Zhang Heng smiled and said: "In the future, it will be regarded as an acquaintance, and we should move around more, and coming and going are brothers."

  Zhang Mingyuan really likes the appearance of Zhu Biao's cheap and virtuous younger brother. He was born in a noble family in the south of the Yangtze River and studied in the Imperial Academy in Beijing. His appearance and temperament are also extraordinary, so he naturally has a friendly heart.

  Chen Rongyan drank a cup of tea and said to the teacher of the Zhang Mansion opposite him: "I waited to transport grain from Huaiqing just because the price of grain here has risen. I wonder if this business can still be done now?"

Zhu Biaozheng was talking with Zhang Mingyuan. Hearing this, he frowned and was about to reprimand him. Zhang Heng waved his hand to stop him and said: "Businessmen are cheap, and my nephew is a high-level talent in the Imperial College. It should not be involved more than this matter. Mr. Xun led Chen Shopkeeper, go down and talk about the current market."

  Zhang Mingyuan also nodded and said: "Since there is a special person to deal with it, you don't need to pay more attention to it. Since my father speaks up, you won't suffer."

After Zhu Biao heard the words, he didn't say any more. After that Mr. Xun stood up and saluted, he led the two brothers of the Chen family down, but the elite guards of the government who followed Zhu Biao did not move at all. The servant tried a few words of persuasion, but there was no response at all.

   Zhang Heng is a prefect of the same prefecture after all, he can be seen at a glance as an elite in the army, and he looks calm, he doesn't care that this is the prefect of the same prefecture at all, he is probably the guard specially arranged by His Royal Highness to be beside Chen Yunze.

   Thinking about it this way, Zhang Heng is even more determined to befriend Chen Yunze, a good nephew. Most people are not qualified to let His Highness send personal guards to protect His Highness even if they help His Highness sell food.

After a while, it was time for lunch. Behind the screen in the main hall was a big Eight Immortals table, which was full of dishes. When Zhu Biao passed by, Zhang Heng's wife also came out to meet, even if it was just to say hello, But that means something else.

  In this day and age, women from wealthy households don't easily meet outsiders. At most, they meet nephews from their husband's or natal family. Zhu Biao's flattered look made Zhang Heng and his son laugh a little.

  The three of them were the only ones who could sit at the table to eat. The dishes were not as many as those at the banquet last night, but the exquisiteness was the same. Zhu Biao picked up a chopstick of fish, and the taste was similar to what he ate at the West Lake in Hangzhou.

After Zhu Biao ate it, he naturally sighed a few words, and Zhang Heng smiled and said: "My nephew has been away from home to study and do things for a long time. This is a Jiangnan chef invited by the magistrate. I just want to Let my nephew eat home-cooked food."

  Zhu Biao smiled and toasted a glass of wine. To be honest, if he wasn't Zhu Biao, it was only Chen Yunze who would really regard Zhang Heng as his uncle. After all, there are not many people who can take care of you so attentively.

  Human nature is like this. If someone treats you well, you can't help but defend him. Even if you know that he is a villain to others, you can always think of being nice to me.

Of course, Zhu Biao has lived for such a long time and stands tall and far-sighted. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has a clear understanding of the world. Zhang Heng takes care of him so much for the sake of Chen Youzong, the envoy of the General Administration, and the Crown Prince of the East Palace. Thinking of taking this opportunity to win over the relationship, after all, he doesn't want to stop at a mere fifth-rank acquaintance.

   What's more, the things he promised to Zhu Biao were all obtained by searching for the people's fat and anointing. Is there any king in the world, that is, he snatched Zhu Biao's things to please Zhu Biao, which is naturally wrong.

Having said that, Zhu Biao ate the food in his mouth, and then looked at Zhang Heng and his son opposite him, and suddenly had a strange feeling. Now he is enjoying his guests, but in the future, all the houses in this house will be copied by him with one order. cut…

Even though he still kept a smile on his face, the food was really unpalatable. Perhaps his heart was not cold enough, or hard enough. What kind of small favors are these? .

  Zhu Biao took a few more mouthfuls of fish, thought about it in his heart, and thought about it, the people in the city suddenly became sober. The performance just now was too serious, and he actually took himself as Chen Yunze.

But it can also be seen how profound the skills of these corrupt officials are. This is not real gold or silver, and there is no coercion or temptation. If Zhu Biao hadn't come in person, the ordinary censor imperial envoys could really resist such sugar-coated shells ?

   Don't be afraid of corrupt officials being vicious, but you are afraid that corrupt officials have many routines, and it is really difficult to guard against.

  (end of this chapter)

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