Chapter 106

Not to mention Yang Zhi, other people like Lin Chong and Song Jiang had all softened their stance before the killing stick.

Lin Chong, facing the insults and threats of the Gao Yamen runner, took the initiative to take out five taels of silver to give to the Gao Yamen runner,

and entrusted the Gao Yamen runner to send ten taels of silver to the camp manager.

When asked about the killing stick, he followed the rhetoric taught by the Gao Yamen runner,

claiming that he "caught a cold on the way and has not yet recovered," and requested to be exempted from the beating.

And Song Jiang, who was proficient in the unspoken rules of the officialdom, did not wait for others to remind him,

and took the initiative to give the Gao Yamen runner ten taels of silver, and gave the camp manager double the price to handle the matter.

When the punishment was carried out in the hall, he followed the unspoken rules and said, "This humble person caught a cold on the way,

and has not yet recovered," easily exempting himself from the killing stick.

Yang Zhi was so poor that he had to sell his ancestral treasure knife; where would he have money to bribe the Gao Yamen runner?

If it weren't for Teng Teng Ziming giving him this favor, he would definitely have had to eat these one hundred killing sticks.

However, unlike Lin Chong and Song Jiang, Wu Song firmly refused to soften his stance when facing one hundred killing sticks,

and strongly counterattacked the Gao Yamen runner's solicitation of bribes, saying "not even half a coin,"

and even provoked by saying "if you want to hit, then hit, don't talk nonsense,"

and finally was exempted from punishment because of Shi En's appreciation.

The Gao Yamen runners who handcuffed Yang Zhi in three or two strokes escorted him to the prison.

On the way out, Yang Zhi looked at Zhang Zhang Jie with gratitude.

He knew that if it weren't for Zhang Zhang Jie, Teng Teng Ziming would not have sentenced him so lightly.

After Yang Zhi was pressed down, Zhang Zhang Jie also prepared to leave,

and he cupped his hands to Teng Teng Ziming in the main seat:

"The student's matter has been completed; I dare not disturb the Prefect anymore, so I will take my leave."

"Why is Di Renjie in such a hurry?

I happen to have nothing to do later; why not accompany me for a walk?"

Teng Teng Ziming said with a smile.

"This..."

Zhang Zhang Jie, not knowing what medicine Teng Teng Ziming was selling in his gourd, was a bit confused.

However, he, who had nothing to fear, replied neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"It is what I wish, and I dare not ask for it."

Teng Teng Ziming led the way, and the two came to a small garden in the government office to play.

Along the way, Zhang Zhang Jie was still confused, and even his conversation with Teng Teng Ziming was a bit absent-minded.

As a master who had been in the officialdom for many years, how could Teng Teng Ziming not see Zhang Zhang Jie's confusion?

He continued to smile and enlightened Zhang Zhang Jie:

"Is 'Shan Po Yang? Tongguan Huai Gu' your poem?"

After speaking, he sighed with emotion:

"Young people like you, Di Renjie, who worry about the country and the people and have the world in their hearts, are already few."

"So that's how it is."

Zhang Zhang Jie suddenly realized.

It turned out that Teng Teng Ziming appreciated him not because he was Li Gefei's student,

but because of the poem he plagiarized—no, transported.

At the same time, Zhang Zhang Jie's strengthened brain also found Teng Teng Ziming's information.

In the Water Margin, he handled two important cases during his tenure:

When Lin Chong was framed by Gao Qiu, he was planned and suggested by the case clerk Sun Ding,

and used exile instead of the death penalty to preserve Lin Chong's life.

After Yang Zhi killed the rascal Niu Er at Hanzhou Bridge,

he characterized it as accidental killing in a fight and gave a lighter sentence.

From this, it can be seen that although Teng Teng Ziming often appears indecisive in handling affairs,

and occasionally needs to be reminded by subordinates like Sun Ding to make decisions,

his upright character has a strong sense of justice.

As such, it is not surprising that he has resonance with "Shan Po Yang? Tongguan Huai Gu."

However, Zhang Zhang Jie still had doubts: after he transported this poem,

only four people knew about it: him, Wu Song, Li Gang, and his page.

He didn't say it, Wu Song wouldn't leak it, and Li Gang only arrived in Bianliang yesterday.

Although Zhang Zhang Jie didn't stop Li Gang from spreading this poem,

but for it to reach Teng Teng Ziming, the Prefect of Kaifeng, in one morning,

this speed was too fast.

Zhang Zhang Jie asked directly if there was a problem:

"May I ask the Prefect, where did you get this poem?"

"Haha."

Teng Teng Ziming stroked his beard and laughed:

"This matter has to start from a poetry meeting that your good friend Li Brother Boji attended..."

Zhang Zhang Jie understood only after listening: it turned out that during the time he first went to visit Li Gefei,

and then went to tour Bianliang and watch the good show, Li Gang was not idle either,

and he attended a gathering attended by many provincial graduates.

When there are many scholars, they naturally have to distinguish the order of three, six, and nine.

And for scholars, what can better reflect each other's level than poetry and songs?

Many provincial graduates were high-spirited, either waving their brushes and splashing ink on the spot, or taking out their past masterpieces to comment on each other.

Li Gang, for the purpose of making his good friend Zhang Zhang Jie famous, took out Zhang Zhang Jie's "masterpiece."

For a time, "Shan Po Yang? Tongguan Huai Gu" was like the sun across the sky,

making other people's poems look dim and lusterless.

Even if some people expressed disdain for this, thinking that Zhang Zhang Jie was too pretentious,

but worrying about the world and being diligent and loving the people is the absolute political correctness of Confucianism,

they had no choice but to bury such thoughts in their hearts.

A large number of provincial graduates spread this masterpiece from ten to ten, ten to one hundred.

If it weren't for the fact that it was just a poem with few words, and it didn't take much paper to copy, I'm afraid paper in Bianliang would be expensive for a while!

Along with it, the author of this poem, Zhang Zhang Jie, also became famous in Bianliang.

In time, I'm afraid that no one among the scholars in Bianliang will not know you!

At this time, it was just before the spring examination, and the Kaifeng government office was very concerned about the actions of the provincial graduates.

Just like this, "Shan Po Yang? Tongguan Huai Gu" was placed on the desk of Teng Teng Ziming, the boss of the Kaifeng government office.

Teng Teng Ziming joked: "Now everyone is spreading that you are Zhang Zhang Xingwang!"

Zhang Zhang Jie, who was a literary transporter, felt inexplicably ashamed:

"I dare not, I dare not; what virtue and ability does the student have to deserve the two words 'Zhang Xingwang'."

Teng Teng Ziming said solemnly: "At your age, you can know 'Prosperity, the people suffer;

Decline, the people suffer.' You deserve the name Zhang Xingwang."

After speaking, he also said with full hope: "I hope that when you enter the officialdom in the future,

you can not forget your original intention and work hard for the people of the world and for the prosperity and decline of our Great Song."

Zhang Zhang Jie replied solemnly: "Di Renjie will definitely not dare to forget the Prefect's teachings today!"

While Zhang Zhang Jie and Teng Teng Ziming were talking happily,

in the study of the Li Mansion, Li Li Qingzhao was holding an ancient book and studying it carefully.

"Heaven does not regret disaster, who is the poisoner. Thinking of you encountering remnants, how can a hundred bodies redeem. Alas, alas!

Stroking and thinking, destroying and cutting, shaking and mourning the heart and face, just waiting for a distant day,

Divining your secluded residence, if the soul has knowledge, do not sigh for a long guest.

Alas, alas! Please enjoy!"

"The Yan family of Yan Lu Gong is truly loyal to the family!"

Li Li Qingzhao, who was studying Yan Yan Zhenqing's "Ji Zhi Wen Gao," sighed.

More than thirty members of the Yan family died for the country during the "An Lushan Rebellion."

His nephew Yan Jiming was captured and killed when Changshan was besieged.

He wrote "Ji Zhi Wen Gao" out of grief and indignation,

which is known as the "second running script in the world" and became a swan song of loyal spirit.

"One must drink a large cup!"

Li Li Qingzhao picked up the wine glass filled with wine on the desk and took a big mouthful.

Yes, Li Li Qingzhao not only loves gold, stone, calligraphy, and painting, and writing lyrics, but she also likes to drink...

Li Li Qingzhao, with a slight blush on her face, stretched out her plain hand to pick up the wine pot and was about to pour another cup.

"Miss, Miss!"

At this time, the urgent voice of her personal maid, Yuan'er, sounded outside the study.

Creak.

Yuan'er pushed open the door and walked in quickly.

Looking at the panting Yuan'er, Li Li Qingzhao put down the wine pot and asked curiously:

"Yuan'er, what is so panicked?"

"Miss, it's news about the son-in-law."

Yuan'er, who patted her chest and smoothed her breath, reported.

"Son-in-law? Where did the son-in-law come from?"

Li Li Qingzhao was a little confused for a while.

"Miss, it's Young Master Zhang Di Renjie who came to visit the master this morning!"

Yuan'er reminded.

"What kind of son-in-law is he? There is not even a stroke in the eight characters!"

Hearing Zhang Zhang Jie's name and thinking of the conversation with her father, Li Gefei,

Li Li Qingzhao couldn't help but blush, and hurriedly denied it.

"Hee hee!"

Yuan'er, however, stole a laugh.

How could she, who grew up with the young lady, not know her young lady's thoughts?

Li Li Qingzhao gave Yuan'er, who was stealing a laugh, a white look:

"Didn't he just come to visit this morning? Why is there news of him now?"

"Hmm..."

Yuan'er thought for a while and replied: "It's not news about Young Master Zhang."

Li Li Qingzhao was very strange in her heart:

"It's not his news, why are you so panicked to find me?"

Yuan'er continued to reply: "It's about one of Young Master Zhang's lyrics."

"Oh?"

Li Li Qingzhao, as a talented woman, became interested and asked further:

"What kind of lyric made you so excited?"

"It's like this, didn't I attend the poetry meeting for you to see if there are any excellent poems?"

"Hmm."

Li Li Qingzhao nodded slightly.

She is very interested in poetry, and the time approaching the spring examination is the time for various poetry meetings,

and poetry meetings to be held, and many new works have come out.

Unfortunately, it is inconvenient for her as a daughter to participate, so she had to let her personal maid Yuan'er go to inquire.

Yuan'er said excitedly: "Although Young Master Zhang did not attend the poetry meeting, one of his lyrics came into the world,

like a dazzling pearl, instantly setting off other people's works as gravel."

"Tell me quickly."

Li Li Qingzhao raised her eyebrows, and she wanted to know what kind of poem could deserve such praise.

Especially since the author of this lyric was Zhang Zhang Jie, whom her father favored.

"Peaks gather, waves rage, the road to Tongguan is between mountains and rivers.

Looking at the Western Capital, hesitant. Sad place where Qin and Han passed..."

Yuan'er, who had already memorized it, told "Shan Po Yang? Tongguan Huai Gu" in detail.

"Prosperity, the people suffer; decline, the people suffer."

Li Li Qingzhao, who was savoring this sentence, couldn't help but be infatuated for a while.

The husband her father chose for her is indeed a person with a great mind who worries about the country and the people!

Seeing Li Li Qingzhao a little absent-minded, Yuan'er suggested:

"Miss, since the son-in-law is also so proficient in poetry,

why don't we write a letter to discuss it with him?

As for the name, we can use the master's name."

"Discuss poetry."

Li Li Qingzhao was moved.

Before formally meeting Zhang Zhang Jie, it seems very good to be pen pals with him for a period of time.

However, she finally suppressed this tempting suggestion with great perseverance:

"It will be the spring examination soon, which is his critical time.

Since he has great ambitions, we cannot distract his energy."

Yuan'er, who is like a sister to Li Li Qingzhao, teased:

"Miss, you haven't married over yet, why are you turning your elbows out?"

Li Li Qingzhao, who was teased, blushed and glared at Yuan'er:

"Good you, Yuan'er, you dare to tease your young lady.

After I marry over, do you think you can escape?"

Yuan'er was speechless upon hearing this:

When the young lady gets married, she, as a personal maid, will mostly have to be a dowry,

and go to the young lady's husband's house to continue taking care of the young lady.

This kind of care is not just taking care of food, clothing, housing, and transportation, even that kind of thing is included.

If the young lady can't bear the conquest, she has to join the battle and bear the firepower...

That is to say, if the young lady marries Zhang Zhang Jie, she will mostly have to marry Zhang Zhang Jie too.

Thinking of Zhang Zhang Jie's handsome face and the energy that still didn't show any decline after playing a game with the master,

Yuan'er's little face couldn't help but turn red...