Martial Sage

Qingzhou.

Zhang Family Mansion.

The quaint courtyard, green bamboo and verdant green, stone tables and chairs, Zhang Xian holds "The Analects" with his back against the bamboo house, and has a toast.

The four ancient seal characters for restraining oneself and restoring rituals are vigorous and powerful.

Hastily stepped onto the stone paved path and hurried towards the stone table.

"Old Zhang, something happened!"

The person has not yet arrived, the voice has arrived.

Putting down the scroll in his hand, Zhang Xian raised his eyes, looked at the person who came, and waited for the following.

The visitor was in his forties, dressed in a plain Confucian robe, hurriedly walked to the table,

Frowning, Xing Er hurriedly said.

"Lao Zhang, an old man outside the door begged to see him, saying that the scholar who was investing in our Confucianism was his son and was detained by the government!"

When Zhang Xian heard this, his brows suddenly raised, and he asked.

"Why did it happen?"

The man responded.

"Last year's harvest was not good, and this year there was a shortage of grain, and the government failed to collect taxes and grains. So his son led people around the government."

"But I never thought about the government and didn't call the shots for the people, but instead imprisoned his son!"

The big palm snapped a photo, the stone table vibrated faintly, and a few drops overflowed from the shaking of the full glass of wine and spread it on the stone table.

Zhang Xian pressed his big hand on the stone table, his veins violent, and he shouted angrily.

"Outrageous! Officials are not for the people, and violent imprisonment is unkind!"

"Applying Bachelor, where did he put my Qingzhou Confucianism?"

"Let's go! Wait for the old man to go and ask for an explanation!"

After Zhang Xian was originally a Confucianist, with Guan Taimin'an's Zhenguan heyday, the land of Qingzhou gradually formed a style of respecting Confucianism and Mencius.

Many literati and scholars from the surrounding states and counties gathered in Zhang Mansion one after another.

As the representative of Confucianism, Zhang Xian opened the door to welcome guests.

In the past two years, Zhang Mansion has been a city with over 10,000 scholars, and has quickly become a force that cannot be underestimated in Qingzhou.

In the faint, the Qingzhou government also had a jealousy towards Zhang's mansion and would not easily provoke it.

The government's showing of weakness undoubtedly made Zhang Xian even more courageous.

The two shared a carriage and drove to the prefecture and county government.

In the Qingzhou official mansion, Chen Cang, who was dispatched by the Tang Dynasty to investigate the matter, sat quietly in the mansion, his face was pale and said nothing.

On the other side of the case side, Qingzhou Governor Zhao Limin was only a promise, with a cold sweat on his head.

In the hall, a group of subordinates who were officials in the government were kneeling.

Zhao Limin trembled and moved over, pushing the hot tea field on the case table, and said.

"Master Chen, please... please use tea."

This Chen Cang, Zhao Limin can not afford to offend, the official from the household minister, the official residence from the second rank.

As the saying goes, the first rank of officials crushes people to death.

What's more, this high one is not the first rank two!

Chen Cang snorted coldly, not looking at Zhao Limin, and said.

"What's the matter with the person who made trouble?"

When Chen Cang asked, Zhao Limin's heart was tight.

That man was the son of Old Man Zhang, and by accident, the incident coincided with the arrival of the court order officer.

Zhao Limin, who has always loved the people like a child, had no choice but to imprison the son of Old Man Zhang.

Although the trouble did not have surplus food, Zhao Limin did not dare to tell the truth when Chen Cang asked about it.

On one side are the high officials of the imperial city, on the other side are the great Confucian family with huge power roots.

No one can offend the other side. Right now, only one step can be taken.

Zhao Limin swallowed his saliva, smiled and said.

"It's just a little friction, and this official will definitely handle it properly."

"Don't bother Master Chen bother."

From beginning to end, Chen Cang's face was frosty, even if Zhao Limin's hot face was attached, he was still indifferent.

It's completely official and uncomfortable.

Zhao Limin smiled and shook his face. With a slightly trembling hand, he pushed the hot tea on the table and handed it over.

"Master Chen, please use tea."

Snapped.

With the big palm, the lid of the teacup rattled and warm tea splashed.

Chen Cang suddenly turned his head, and a burst of anger suddenly rose in his heart.

Qingzhou couldn't pay the taxes and grains, and Wang Wang was furious. If it weren't for the plea of ​​the grandson, he would almost make him, the minister of the household department, resign the blame.

This Zhao Limin is still here with a hippy smile with himself, a face that can completely deal with it!

Chen Cang frowned and shouted.

"This official is not here to tell you a prince, savor tea, admire the scenery, and talk about Fengyue with a smile!"

"When will the tax and grain be paid?"

The volume of the voice is not high, but it carries the coercion that the imperial city has cultivated.

Pushing it to the normal tea, suddenly stopped, Zhao Limin didn't dare to take a mouthful, said.

"Taxes and grains, Xiaguan... Xiaguan is trying to collect it."

"I also hope... I also hope that Master Chen will be able to... how many days of grace... get off the official..."

All the Qingzhou officials, large and small, kneeling on the Great Hall, were trembling and their backs were cold.

If Chen Cang was really furious, a memorial, the entire Qingzhou officials, all sizes, would be swept away.

If the memorial handed over is more than a few words, I am afraid that the entire Qingzhou officials will be jailed.

Screaming screamed from the first seat of the hall.

"Grace!"

"This official gives you the time limit, but the current sage will give me the time?"

"Three days! This official will give you three days!"

"If it is insufficient to pay taxes and food, or the time is delayed."

"You will enter Chang'an, and you will bring an imperial decree to your majesty. Let the officials resign from the blame!"

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