Upon hearing his words, Wang Chengen said with admiration: "Sir's words will definitely make those sanctimonious people feel ashamed!"
He was doing things inside the palace, and now Zhang Mingwei was doing things outside the palace. With the mutual interaction inside and outside, he was not lonely anymore.
Zhu Cixiang kept watching silently, a little surprised that Zhang Mingwei didn't have any official pretensions, and also surprised by the difficulties of people's livelihood. Looking at these scenes, the suffering of the refugees, and their tears of joy, to be honest, his understanding was once again baptized by reality.
No matter what his teachers said, no matter what books he read, they were far less shocking and memorable than the scene he saw before him.
All of this was something he could not see or hear in the palace. The flowers in the greenhouse finally opened the windows and felt some of the wind and rain outside.
When he heard Zhang Mingwei say that he would not take the initiative to get an official position if he was afraid of offending others, Zhu Cixiang suddenly became very happy. He thought to himself that when he became emperor in the future, he would ask his ministers if they were afraid of offending others.
At this time, Zhang Mingwei just did what he said. He immediately dictated on the spot, had someone write the notice, and then asked Li Ruolian to read it aloud. That's what he meant when he first arrived, in plain language and easy to understand.
When the refugees saw that Master Qingtian acted so resolutely and fulfilled his promise, their moods that had just calmed down suddenly became excited again. In addition to kowtowing, they kowtowed.
"Copy more immediately and post it in the streets and alleys of the capital. Let these soldiers post it and do some serious work!" Zhang Mingwei was also satisfied after hearing this and told Li Ruolian, "More people will copy it and post it as soon as possible."
After Wang Chengen heard this, he answered: "Give us some blank notices as well. We also have many people who can copy notices."
Zhang Mingwei was a little worried that there were not many people who could write and draw. When he heard what he said, without saying a word, he immediately stamped the official seal of the refugee resettlement envoy of the Gyeonggi region who had come out to him at last minute. Lots of them printed.
While they were busy doing this, another large group of people arrived.
Everyone who heard the movement turned their heads to look, wanting to know immediately who was coming this time.
"Hey, you are so strict, you are an elite!"
"Don't you know? These are the troops from the Yongwei Battalion. The banner leader, Zhou, should be the fierce general Zhou Zongbing!"
"Why did the Yongwei camp come to join in the fun? Could it be that they were ordered to resettle the refugees?"
"Yes, isn't it true that the Yongwei camp is overqualified?"
"Look, there are many carriages. What are they bringing?"
"..."
In the midst of the discussion, Wang Chengen also smiled and said to Zhang Mingwei: "The general at the head is Zhou Yuji from the Yongwei Camp. Haha, the first time we met, I brought a gift to you sir!"
Zhang Mingwei listened and looked intently. But at the front of the oncoming army was a general wearing armor. A typical northern man, tall and long-armed, riding a tall horse, holding his head high and looking around, giving him a brave aura.
At this time, it was already a bit close. Zhou Yuji naturally saw Zhang Mingwei's side, so he immediately speeded up his horse. Surrounded by the guards who were also riding horses, he rode a few steps faster and was still a few feet away from Zhang Mingwei's side. He went to worry about the horses, walked a few steps quickly, and arrived in front of Zhang Mingwei. He clasped his hands in his fists and said in a strong voice: "The last general Zhou Yuji has been ordered to come and be at your disposal!"
The person who was accompanied by the eunuch and the superintendent of the East Factory must be the refugee resettlement envoy from Gyeonggi Province. Zhou Yuji is still sure of this.
While talking, he was of course looking at Zhang Mingwei.
Emperor Chongzhen had previously sent a decree to him and told him face to face that he and his wife should protect "Sir" together, and he repeatedly emphasized that this kind of protection would not let even a single hair fall off. This surprised Zhou Yuji. What kind of person would be worthy of His Majesty's decree?
To be honest, from his true heart, he is a bit resistant to this will.
He has been fighting on the battlefield, and he is a dignified lieutenant, but he only protects others, and even requires both him and his wife to protect him. Isn't this a bit too much?
However, the emperor made a decree and told him face to face that he could not disobey the emperor's order, so he had no choice but to accept the decree.
However, when he heard that this gentleman took the initiative to ask for the job of refugee resettlement, he felt a little good in his heart. Although he was a martial artist, he knew that in Ming Dynasty's official circles, there were not many people who still cared about the people of Ming Dynasty.
He reported to Zhang Mingwei: "When General Mo came over, he brought some military tents for the refugees to temporarily avoid the cold!"
When Zhang Mingwei heard this, he was immediately overjoyed. He forgot about politeness and said quickly: "Okay, okay, it's a good time to come. I was worried that many people don't have shelter from the cold!"
The joy is beyond words. Seeing this, Zhou Yuji quickly moved his hand back and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and put up the tents on the ground!"
"Follow your orders!" Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the Yongwei Battalion immediately responded in unison, loud and powerful.
When Wang Chengen, who was watching from the side, saw this, he smiled and said to Zhang Mingwei: "Since Vice General Zhou is here, let's take our leave! As you know, sir, there are still many things waiting to be done!"
When Zhang Mingwei heard this, he clasped his hands and saluted, "Thank you so much, Mr. Wang!"
"It's okay!" Wang Chengen smiled after hearing this, shook his head and said: "As for Liao Guolin's matter, our family will give priority to it and let the people below find out the truth of the matter!"
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Zhu Cixiang who was behind Zhang Mingwei to say goodbye, and then left with the people from Dongchang.
Watching Wang Chengen leave, Zhang Mingwei thought for a moment and then ordered Li Ruolian: "Come and write another notice."
Li Ruolian's hands were sore from copying the previous notices. When he heard that there was a new notice, he couldn't help but feel a little curious. He rubbed his hands, prepared a new notice and said blankly: "Sir, please speak!"
Zhou Yuji on the side saw it and was a little curious, why didn't the adults write it themselves, but let the Jinyiwei commander and fellow intellectuals ghostwrite it?
With this in mind, he walked over and looked at the written notices first.
Many generals in the late Ming Dynasty were illiterate, but Zhou Yuji happened to be able to read. Upon seeing this, he was immediately surprised. He immediately looked up at Zhang Mingwei. To be honest, he really admired Zhang Mingwei at this time.
Zhou Yuji fought on the battlefield by himself, and he was so brave that he didn't know what fear was. However, you said that you want him to offend the powerful people in the capital and hit a large number of people with a map cannon. To be honest, he may not have the courage.
And Zhang Mingwei was doing this, which made Zhou Yuji couldn't help but look at him with admiration and gain another understanding.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Zhang Mingwei say: "When one party is in trouble, help from all directions is needed. Now the refugees are crying for food and urgently need help from those who have spare capacity. No matter how much, a grain of rice or a piece of clothing, they are all the help of a living person." Love. We work together to overcome the difficulties, and finally we can survive until the clouds clear and the world is peaceful. Zhang first tried his best to donate 20,000 taels of silver and 50,000 shi of food..."
Hearing this, everyone was suddenly surprised.
Twenty thousand taels of silver and fifty thousand shi of grain. This is really a very big number.
Even Zhu Cixi couldn't hold it back and quickly asked in a tone of disbelief: "That's pretty much all the emperor rewarded you with, right? Did you donate them all?"
Zhang Mingwei smiled after hearing this and said: "I have to express my donation initiative, right? Besides, I'm not worried about starvation, so it would be more meaningful to use it!"
"..." After hearing this, everyone was silent for a moment.
Although Zhang Mingwei said it lightly, no matter who it is, it is really rare for anyone to donate so much money to refugees at once. Not to mention, his money is basically most of his net worth.
Under such circumstances, how many people in the world can do what Zhang Mingwei does?
Thinking about this, these people who heard Zhang Mingwei's words couldn't help but have sincere respect for Zhang Mingwei! Even Zhou Yuji, who was not familiar with Zhang Mingwei before, was deeply impressed by Zhang Mingwei through these two notices, and no longer felt the slightest discomfort.
If people's hearts are good, God will bless them, everyone will respect them, and their hearts will be generous!
