In the Northern Song Dynasty, there was an official named Gu Lin, who was a Hanlin scholar at that time.
Being a minister of the three departments of punishment, military, and civil servants, and serving as a minister at the same time, can be regarded as a glorious ancestor.
Yes, not bad.
The original owner and his team came from the same sect as Gu Lin.
But after dynasty changes, there were also wars and multiple immigrations.
They declined. From the Southern Song Dynasty to the Yuan Dynasty, and then to the Ming Dynasty, the entire tribe, including Gu Chen, only produced three Jinshi.
The clan leader, who had given up hope at first, was now full of energy and took Gu Chen to visit his newly built school.
"The teacher I went to Ji'an Mansion to hire has already taught several talented people. I only hope that our village will gain a few more honors."
If you have a good reputation, you can get tax exemption, have a high status, and gain face in the clan.
In such a good time, it's just a waste of a few dollars, why not?
"Of course it's important to take the exam for merit." Gu Chen also thought this was good, but he still said, "But moral character is the most important thing."
"It's important to have a good family name, but the wealth and life of the entire clan is also greater. If one's moral character is not good, it will affect the entire clan."
The patriarch nodded repeatedly after hearing this. This is natural, a child with bad character.
They are not willing to support them because they are afraid of supporting someone who will cause trouble and cause evil.
As a child who had been supported by the clan, Gu Chen naturally could not come back empty-handed. He would definitely have to donate pen, ink, paper, inkstones, and rice paper books.
Everyone knew that the salary of being an official was not high, so Gu Chen only donated twenty guan.
He did the math yesterday and found that the original owner had received ten thousand dollars from the clan since he was a child.
Doubling it can be regarded as repaying a favor owed to me when I was a child.
After the ancestor worship at Qingming Festival, Gu Chen was going back to Beijing to take up his post. Before leaving, his father-in-law invited him to drink and have dinner. During the dinner, they talked about the prison disaster in the ninth year of Hongwu.
"Although a good son-in-law suffered such an unreasonable disaster, he was also a blessing in disguise and escaped the misfortune of the ruthless party."
"This is also a good thing, but we have to be more careful in the future."
Unexpectedly, Your Majesty was so ruthless that he would behead thousands of people at every turn. Su Xian Cheng was very scared when he thought about it.
"What my father-in-law said is true." Gu Chen said: "This officialdom is like a battlefield. My son-in-law knows it well. No matter what, he will never drag down the family."
Lao Zhu rarely killed the nine tribes, usually the three Yi tribes, the father's tribe, the mother's tribe, and the wife's tribe. If something happened to him, his father-in-law and his family would not be able to escape.
"Hey~ we are a family, let alone a burden." Su Xian Cheng looked at his son-in-law and said seriously: "You just need to remember that the family does not need you to make money."
"If you have any difficulties, just tell me, and you will always say that you are half a son-in-law."
"You don't have a father, so just call me my son and don't talk to me."
"Don't lose your life or your backbone for a few sons."
He can accept multiple causes of death, false accusations, and party disputes, but he cannot accept the word corruption.
not worth it.
Shame on you!
Gu Chen naturally agreed, and Su Xian Cheng asked him to stop all business in the shop.
"You and your wife have made a lot of money now and bought a lot of land. It's just enough for food and drink, but you can't let others hold you accountable."
"When the imperial censor was engaged in business, if people found out about it, they would inevitably make a fuss about it. Even if His Majesty knew about it, he would still have to make a fuss about it."
From the beginning, he did not support his son-in-law's business. The capital was in deep water.
The censor's job was to offend others, but he was concerned about his son-in-law's self-esteem and the high cost of the capital, so he didn't say anything.
Now that there are enough expenses, there is no need to do business anymore.
Gu Chen also had this intention, so he readily agreed.
Man, be older.
After all, he is wiser than young people and more stable than young people.
When we returned to Yingtian, it was already July. After Gu Chen sent his wife home, he was ordered to go to the palace to see Lao Zhu and Biao'er.
"We are exhausted. We have already approved two hundred memorials. Why are there so many more?"
Lao Zhu first beheaded Hu Weiyong, the right prime minister, then resigned the left prime minister Liu Bowen, and finally abolished Zhongshu Province directly.
The feeling of having power and not being restricted by others is indeed quite refreshing.
But it is indeed too tiring, not even after several months.
Lao Zhu couldn't bear it anymore, his whole body felt sore and uncomfortable.
But he is still a workaholic. Even so, he still has to pull Biao'er to do everything himself, which makes Biao'er stay up all day reading memorials.
Gu Chen: "..."
You deserve it, you won’t die from exhaustion.
Your life is tough, how can Biao'er withstand your torture?
No wonder they died young.
"Hey, our Guzhi County is back?"
Lao Zhu put down his pen, stretched out, and looked at the visitor with a smile.
"Your Majesty, Gu Chen, the magistrate of Zhuanglang County, is returning to Beijing on your Majesty's order. May you pay your respects."
Although he was reluctant, Gu Chen still bowed and said hello in a polite manner.
You say, why didn't he wear it until the time when Lao Zhu was still a cowboy?
When the time comes, bury the little money for his parents, buy him as his servant, and then take away his luck.
Let him serve him tea and water every day, oh no, pour night fragrance.
How beautiful that is.
"Well, hello, no need to be polite." After five years, Lao Zhu has long since stopped being angry: "Yunqi, if you want to serve Mr. Gu tea, just serve it from Tu Jie's house."
Gu Chen: "..."
What do you want to say, or just say it directly?
Lao Zhu said with a smile: "As a censor, as long as you think about it, you can have everything you want. Tu Jie has a lot of good things."
Just this tea, if you asked him to spend money to buy it, he would be a little reluctant to part with it.
Before Gu Chen could speak, he saw an unfamiliar eunuch coming in outside the door.
"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is here."
The accent sounds like North Korea. Could it be that the Lee Group is paying tribute again?
"Tell him to come in."
Zhu Biao was very happy when he heard that Gu Chen was back, so he came in a hurry.
"Father." After saluting his father, he looked at Gu Chen who was standing aside: "He's strong and dark. If you don't say it, he looks like a military general."
This is an exaggeration. Liao Yongzhong and the others are so strong.
The round belly can directly push back the enemy's spear.
As for myself, at best, my abdominal muscles are pretty good now.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, thank you." Gu Chen handed over his hand: "I am just a scholar, how can I compare with the body and bones of a military general? Your Highness the Crown Prince is fine."
It's better to look at Biao'er. The first thing to look at is whether he has lost weight or darkened recently.
Unlike Lao Zhu, he first used the title Gu Zhixian to laugh at himself.
However, Biao'er seemed to have lost some weight, and it was all because of the tiredness of that bastard, Lao Zhu.
"Okay, let's sit down and talk first." Lao Zhu put down the memorial in his hand, walked out and said, "We have heard about what you did in Zhuanglang."
"Not to mention eating with the people, going to the fields with the people, and working for the benefit of the people, what kind of cowpox vaccine did you get to prevent smallpox in children?"
"Don't say anything else. Hey, boss, this is a great achievement."
Zhu Biao nodded repeatedly. He was about to say this, but his father said it first.
"My son is also planning to let Xiongying and Yunwen inoculate the pox. Although pox is rare in the palace, it should be just in case."
Throughout the ages, countless children of royal families and nobles have died of pox.
He felt that if vaccination was really good, it would still be worth doing.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness the Crown Prince, vaccination is not very safe, and the chance of failure is less than 10%. What if it fails?"
I am irresponsible for taking the lives of the royal children and grandchildren!
Gu Chen felt that he was the first to say ugly things, but Zhu Biao didn't care.
On the other hand, Lao Zhu felt worried, fearing that something might happen to his golden grandson.
"How about we plant it for Yunwen and the others first, and then plant it for Xiongying when Yunwen is fine?"
He was not willing to let Jin Sun do such a life-threatening thing.
Hearing this, Gu Chen couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. If Lao Zhu's words were heard by Mrs. Lu, they would hate your Zhu family to death.
"My son thinks so too."
Unexpectedly, Biao'er actually agreed. Apparently he felt that the eldest son was more important than the second eldest son, even though he thought nothing would happen.
As early as when he got the news, my father sent the imperial doctor to Fengyang to try it.
Lao Zhu still felt uneasy, so he simply offered up several of his youngest sons and daughters, and all those over six years old in Beijing were sent to Huangzhuang for vaccination.
Sure enough, he only had Zhu Biao and Xiongying in his heart, and the others were other sons, daughters, other grandsons, other granddaughters and so on.
