Even Zhang Pu, who was idle at home, knew about the dramatic changes in Shandong. Naturally, the big bosses in Nanjing's official circles would get the news faster.
The usually idle and leisurely officials quickly gathered together to discuss countermeasures.
"Master Fu, Master Zheng, this situation is like this, what should we do?"
Li Sunchen, the Minister of Rites, only stared at Fu Zhenshang and Zheng Sanjun.
Because these two people are from the Donglin Party, and most of those who rebelled in Shandong are also from the Donglin Party.
Not to mention Li Sunchen, most of the people present were full of hostility towards Fu Zhenshang and Zheng Sanjun. They even doubted whether the two men would cooperate inside and outside and take over the city of Nanjing.
Zheng Sanjun was furious and said with dismay: "What time has it been? If we don't unite as one, Ming Dynasty will really be doomed."
Everyone chatted, and they knew that the grass and trees were overkill.
General Grain Reserve Officer Lu Weiqi was worried.
"Now that the canal is cut off, food and grass cannot be transported to the capital. Within ten months, millions of people in the capital will be hungry and trapped, and their hearts will be unstable."
Those who served as officials in Nanjing were obviously those who were frustrated in the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty.
They have already lost their power, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are just waiting to die.
As a result, now that such a big thing has happened, everyone is at a loss except to sigh and lament.
Seeing that there was no other solution, Xie Sheng looked at the leader.
"My lord, the imperial court is in danger now. I wonder if we, the soldiers and horses in Nanjing, have any good strategies?"
When such a big thing happened, not only the officials of the Six Ministries of Nanjing, but also the dignitaries in Nanjing all came out.
The most noble among them is undoubtedly Wei Guogong Xu Hongji.
Seeing Xie Sheng finding his head and the other people's eyes full of expectation, Xu Hongji smiled bitterly in his heart.
"Thank you, Sir, we are also old friends. I don't need to say more, don't you know what the situation is here in Nanjing?"
Everyone was silent.
I recall that during the Jiajing period, a dozen Japanese pirates caused chaos in Nanjing, which is evident from the depleted military preparedness here.
Not to mention gathering troops and assisting the imperial court in suppressing the rebellion, there was also a question as to whether they would fall apart after leaving the city of Nanjing.
Just when everyone was discussing to no avail, Zhang Pu arrived.
Although he does not have any official status, he is just a commoner. But his reputation was so great that no one dared to despise him.
"My lords, the Ming Dynasty is in danger and its overthrow is imminent. How can we sit quietly and not rise up? Is it the way for our emperor to be a minister when he is in a predicament?"
Seeing that Zhang Pu was aggressive as soon as he came up, everyone was quite annoyed.
Liu Kongzhao, the uncle of sincerity, said sarcastically: "Mr. Xi Ming is famous all over the world. Although he is far away in the countryside, he still controls the affairs of the government. Why don't you please rise up and call out, summon people with lofty ideals, protect the country, and it should be done like the back of your hand."
Zhang Pu was not ashamed or angry, but had a resolute look on his face.
"I have this intention, and you are willing to follow me. There are endless people with lofty ideals in the world. Everyone collects firewood, and even the fire can start a prairie fire. Even if the Shandong area is reversed, under the general trend of the torrent, it can only be destroyed overnight. .”
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Tang Guozhu, the Marquis of Lingbi, reprimanded: "How can a scholar from your district dare to fight if he cannot mount a horse, cannot draw a bow, and does not know the way of conquest?"
Zhang Puxing rushed over in a hurry, but he didn't expect that Nanjing's civil and military nobles had fallen so low that they didn't even have the slightest courage.
"Humph, although Zhang is weak, he upholds the majestic righteousness of heaven and earth, and has no regard for life and death. You are in high positions and are the pillars of the country, and your Majesty relies on them. How can you not be as good as Zhang to the common people?"
Inspector Tang Shiji stood up.
He was the head of Nanjing's imperial censor, and he was a talker himself, so he couldn't stand Zhang Pu's arrogance.
"Zhang Ximing, everyone has the desire to serve the country. However, the battlefield is dangerous, and one careless move will lead to defeat. Once the Ming Dynasty Zuo is killed by you and me, how can we go to see Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong? You keep saying this When it comes to war, do you know how to train troops? But how to arrange troops?"
Zhang Pu was quite unconvinced.
"My Ming Dynasty has many soldiers, generals and talents. We only need to gather them together, so what's the point of just fighting?"
Xu Hongji couldn't stand it anymore and started to protest.
"The great Ming Dynasty will be destroyed at the hands of you smart-talking rats."
Okay.
The strategy for dealing with Zuo Menggeng was not discussed, and Nanjing itself became chaotic.
Seeing a commotion happening is not the answer.
Xie Sheng said quickly: "Everyone, this happened suddenly. Don't be careless. Please go back and think it over carefully. At the critical moment, we must unite sincerely to save the overall situation. According to my opinion, we will wait for news from the capital about the follow-up. "
Without a word, everyone dispersed.
Only Zhang Pu sat alone, a mouthful of old blood gushing out.
Dragging his illness to Nanjing, he thought he could raise the flag of righteousness, perform heroic feats, and become a leader in suppressing rebellion. What I didn't expect to see was such a farce.
What happened to Daming?
Is there no one who dares to appear in the world and support the Ming Dynasty's orthodoxy and uphold the laws and regulations of the Ming Dynasty with his awe-inspiring spirit?
Zhang Pu didn't know how he walked out of the door, but he woke up again when he was exposed to the sunshine outside.
Meat eaters are despicable and lack of resources.
In this case, he must use the methods he is good at to mobilize people of insight to build momentum and inspire people's hearts.
However, although he has a good reputation in Nanjing, it is not his territory after all.
If you want to succeed, you need to seek competent help.
Zhang Pu quickly clarified his goal and rushed directly to the past.
"Is Mr. Mu Zhai here? Zhang Pu of Taicang is here to visit."
The person Zhang Pu thought of was Qian Qianyi, the leader of the Nanjing literary circle.
If this former high-ranking official of the imperial court and current leader of the Ming Dynasty's literary circle could stand up, he would surely be able to mobilize people's support and sweep away decadence.
But Menzi had a sad face.
"I'm really sorry. My husband is ill in bed and can't see the wind. He can't take care of things for a long time."
After saying that, he didn't care what happened to Zhang Pu. Menzi turned around and went back, closing the door tightly.
Zhang Pu's weak body shook a few times, and his eyes were filled with darkness.
He's not stupid.
How could I not know that Qian Qianyi was trying to escape the turmoil and preserve himself?
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
Zhang Pu couldn't stop laughing so hard that he burst into tears.
Laughing till my nose runs.
Completely ignoring the gazes of passers-by around him, he not only screamed angrily.
"The vast Jiangnan area is full of rats!!!"
It was only then that he discovered that without his official position and power, no matter how famous he was among the people, he could not do anything.
What happened in Shandong had already spread throughout Nanjing, and the shock among the people was no less than that among the officials.
The most intuitive reaction is that the prices of various commodities are soaring and people are panicking.
When Xu Hongji returned home, Xu Wenjue had been waiting for a long time.
"Father, Zuo Menggeng is rebellious and seeking death, but we cannot let him go."
Xu Hongji sat down and sipped tea slowly.
"How are you doing?"
Xu Wenjue had no other abilities and had many crooked ideas.
"Although Zuo Menggeng is far away in Shandong, we are beyond our reach. But his business is in Nanjing. In my opinion, it is better to take advantage of this opportunity to arrest his people and seal his shop. He will definitely suffer injuries. Move the bones.”
Xu Hongji showed no expression, just looked at his son sideways.
"Well, there is a shop right at Chongwenmen. I allow you to deal with it as you wish, and I will bear all the responsibility if anything happens."
Xu Wenjue was overjoyed.
Although he was a playboy in the past, he was controlled very strictly by Xu Hongji. Unexpectedly, this time I could finally let go.
He left in a hurry, gathered dozens of slaves, and went straight to Chongwen Gate.
When we arrived at the place, we could see the glass-lined shop from a long way away, which was very different from other places, and the "Tianzhi Store" sign above it was even more ostentatious.
"Come here and arrest everyone inside."
The group of servants didn't care that there were so many. Anyway, the master had the whole story, so they immediately ran towards the shop waving their sticks.
How could the people in the store not be aware of the commotion?
The steward hurriedly ran out, only took one look, and couldn't help but be shocked.
"Young...Master, what are you going to do?"
