Many Shandong gentry who sighed and cried, thinking that they would be taken away to the Western Regions by Emperor Qianlong and never come back, raised their heads and wiped away their tears. Some stretched their necks and looked back, trying to see clearly who dared to be so heroic. who.
After all, by the Qing Dynasty, most Confucian scholars had a bit of a dog.
There is no such thing as literary generosity.
There is only submissiveness when it comes to those above and sternness when it comes to those below.
This guy's lines in the play actually happened in the Qing Dynasty.
It's really unusual.
Did he think he was Cao Cao?
Everyone watched closely.
Ouch!
Good guy!
It’s really Cao Cao.
All I saw was that this guy was seven feet tall, with slender eyes and a long beard, a red face and a round face, and his gestures seemed to have a traitorous look.
"Wang Dingjia, what are you talking about!"
Someone shouted.
Of course it is impossible for Cao Cao to be resurrected.
But it does not prevent someone from calling Cao Cao alive.
Wang Dingjia was called Living Cao Cao - this nickname brought great trouble to Wang Dingjia, who became a high school scholar in the 40th year of Qianlong's reign.
After becoming a Jinshi in high school that year, there were rumors that Wang Dingjia of Jinan Prefecture in Shandong Province was witty and alert, and had the ability to adapt to changes in response to changes, which was quite similar to Cao Cao.
So he got the nickname "Living Cao Cao" for no reason.
As a result, he became a Jinshi in high school but had no official position - who dared to serve as an official for Cao Cao?
And this was still the Qing Dynasty.
If it reaches Qianlong's ears.
Maybe he could be sent directly to the food market to be chopped with three thousand knives.
Being Cao Cao in this glorious Qing Dynasty seemed like he was getting tired of living.
Fortunately.
Wang Dingjia is not that famous, so he just goes home and eats old rice.
This lasted for nineteen years. At that time, I was only twenty-three and passed the imperial examination. Now I am forty-two and have accomplished nothing, wasting my time.
Wang Dingjia, who was originally an honest man but looked like Cao Cao in the play, wished he was really Cao Cao.
Last year, the Qing government ordered the gentry officials in the countryside to organize regiment training. Wang Dingjia, who was considered a wealthy man in Jinan Prefecture, also recruited hundreds of people to join the war against the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
However, this living Cao Cao was not very good at fighting, and none of his generals could fight well. Only a dozen of the hundreds of people came back.
Later, they were bundled together and brought to the capital.
Living Cao Cao was so sarcastic that everyone present who recognized him also scolded him.
"Holy Cao Cao, those of us here are either Taoist officials or county magistrates. We are full of guests and friends. You have never been an official. What qualifications do you have to teach us a lesson here?"
"Even so, I don't care about my identity."
"Who asked you to come!"
Everyone yelled.
Kong Qingrong frowned, called an old servant next to him, and whispered a few words in a low voice, as if he wanted to ask who let Cao Cao come to this high-end Shandong officials' association in Beijing.
Then Kong Shenggong said loudly: "Wang Dingjia, I just came here to have a banquet, why do you say such crazy words?"
"Am I crazy? Ha" Wang Dingjia poured a glass of wine by himself and drank it all in one gulp.
Recently, he has been so hungry that his eyes are starving. This capital is like a prison, and you can only enter but not leave.
"Yes, am I living Cao Cao? Of course I have to be rebellious!" Wang Dingjia stood up, "Everyone, let me make it clear that no one wants to go to the Western Regions or accompany the Tatar emperor to chew the yellow sand. That's right. no!"
As soon as this statement came out.
Everyone present looked shocked.
"Be bold!"
"Crazy man!"
"Are you going to rebel?"
"It's crazy!"
Everyone pointed with trembling fingers at the daring living Cao Cao in front of them. Their backs felt cold and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.
Tatar emperor?
Listen to what this is called?
Is this something that can be said here?
How bold.
"Presumptuous! Fork it out for me!"
Immediately, two healthy servants came forward, one with Wang Dingjia on the left and the other on the right, and walked towards the door.
He was inserted right outside the mansion.
Throw it out and close the door tightly.
I saw the door slam shut.
Wang Dingjia snorted coldly, dusted himself off, and was about to leave.
Then I heard the small door of the woodshed not far away opened, and an old man stuck his head out, looked around, and whispered to Wang Dingjia: "Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, come this way. "
Wang Dingjia walked in and looked at the faint starlight.
Oh, isn't this the old servant beside Yan Shenggong?
"Why, you have to pay for a banquet at Confucius Mansion?" Wang Dingjia asked.
"Mr. Wang was joking. Please come here. The Holy Duke has invited you."
Lao Pu opened the woodshed door and said.
Seeing that Wang Dingxin made no move, he had no choice but to explain: "Mr. Wang, this hall is not the place for discussion if there are too many people talking."
"The Holy Duke wants to discuss matters with me."
"Exactly!"
"Lead the way."
As he said this, the old servant led Wang Dingjia through the side door and entered the inner hall.
"Mr. Wang will be waiting later again. He has enough wine and meat. The Holy Duke will come back after the banquet is over."
"Go ahead, go ahead. By the way, give me a bottle of wine later. I'll take it away."
Wang Dingjia said loudly.
The old servant hurriedly responded.
Withdrew.
Wang Dingjia was left thoughtful.
In fact, the banquet couldn't last, after all, they were all a bunch of frustrated people.
When I think about not being able to return to my hometown in Shandong in the future, and not being able to kowtow at my ancestors' graves during festivals, for fear of having to bury their bones in a foreign country, the wine and meat in front of me no longer tastes good, no matter how fragrant it is.
In addition, Wang Dingjia made such a fuss.
Soon some people came out and left.
Soon.
The people at the banquet were almost gone.
Wang Dingjia didn't wait long.
Then I saw the contemporary Yan Shenggong of the Confucius Mansion hurriedly walked in.
Wang Dingjia stood up to greet him.
Kong Qingrong took Wang Dingjia's hand and asked with burning eyes: "May I ask, sir, what's your last name?"
Last name?
Is it from the Aixinjueluo family or the Zhu family?
This is too important to the Kong family.
Wrapped away by Qianlong.
The Kong Mansion may still exist, but Duke Yansheng is definitely not Kong Qingrong.
Facing Kong Qingrong’s eyes were burning.
Wang Dingjia put his hands on Kong Qingrong's hands and said sincerely: "Holy Duke, the country is red now. What do you think my surname is?"
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are red.
Red is vermilion.
Kong Qingrong took a deep breath after hearing this.
"Second brother, go to the door and hold it."
After telling the old servant to look out for the door, Kong Qingrong took Wang Dingjia into his study and sat across from him.
"Mr. Wang, I wonder what the emperor's attitude is towards my Kong family?"
"Holy Duke, how can I know about this?" Wang Dingjia shook his head and said, "However, the emperor today is different from the emperors in previous generations. He runs schools and universities, focuses on industry and commerce, and is proficient in finance. Across thousands of miles, fighting in all directions, but his country is not in chaos, his strength is not exhausted, and his wealth is never dry. Holy Duke, if the Confucius Mansion is worthless to the emperor, then the position of Yan Shenggong will be in danger."
Kong Qingrong's face became a little ugly.
In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see it.
The emperor did not agree much with contemporary Confucianism.
This can be seen from the content of the imperial examinations in the Ming Dynasty.
The content of the Four Books and Five Classics has been greatly reduced. Instead, it focuses more on the study of economic management of the world.
Now that the Ming Dynasty has occupied southwest Shandong, it is about to take over all of Shandong, but it has not yet made any arrangements for the status of the Confucius Mansion.
Emperor Zhu himself did not publicly express his intention to go to Qufu to pay homage to the most holy teacher.
There are many signs indicating this.
Emperor Zhu may not follow the tradition of past dynasties and give preferential treatment to the children of the Confucius family.
This made Kong Qingrong anxious.
"The Confucius Mansion. What value can the Confucius Mansion have? We are just the sacrificial officials of the Holy Master." Kong Qingrong murmured.
"How can it be of no value, Holy Duke? You are now the leader of the Shandong regiment training in the capital. You can climb up and call on all the people to follow you!"
All the people follow?
Kong Qingrong's back felt cold.
This is not a nice thing to say.
He is such an honest Yanshenggong, why do he want everyone to follow him?
"Holy Duke, you now have the opportunity to make great contributions to the emperor! The emperor is not a stingy person nowadays. Only with merit in hand can the status of the Confucius Mansion be as stable as Mount Tai."
"Meritorious service? What attack can I perform?" Kong Qingrong was stunned.
Although it is said that there are more than 10,000 soldiers in the Shandong regiment, it is the Kong family regiment training in Qufu.
But after entering the capital.
The soldiers and generals of the regiment training in Shandong have been separated. The regiment training is under the control of the Eight Banners. They, the Shandong gentry and the country soldiers, cannot see them.
"If it can be established, of course it can be established!" Wang Dingjia said, "For example, capturing a complete Beijing city for the Emperor of Heaven is definitely a great achievement!"
"Isn't this something I can do?" Kong Qingrong shook his head repeatedly and stretched out his fingers to break it: "There are 20,000 regular soldiers in this Zhenghuang Banner, tens of thousands of admirals from the Nine Sects, and tens of thousands of strong men from the Eight Banners. There are tens of thousands of soldiers and horses here, not to mention that I am just an old man now, even if those 10,000 Qufu soldiers still listen to me, they still can't do this."
"The Holy Duke alone may not be able to do it, but that's not the case. We can help you!"
Wang Dingjia smiled.
"Shenggong, if the Kong family wants to still have the status of Yanshenggong in the new dynasty, we must not relax."
"You have to work hard to make progress!"
(End of chapter)
