Chapter 167: The Fire of Bianjing

The night passed quickly. Chen Ao read the model essay and gained some understanding of the meaning of the scriptures. Finally, he fell asleep on the table in a dizzy state.

I don’t know when, but I heard a burst of shouts. Chen Ao opened his eyeliner in confusion. The room was already pitch black. The candlelight was extinguished at some point, and I heard someone shouting in my ears: "Young Master, Young Master..."

Chen Ao raised his eyes and couldn't see people clearly in the darkness, but he could feel a big hand holding his forearm. The owner who recognized the sound was Deng Long, and he suddenly felt relieved.

There were endless shouts in the distance. Deng Long went to take the flint and light the fire. The room suddenly became bright. Chen Ao looked at his sleeves and couldn't help but smile bitterly. The sleeves were already covered with countless ink.

Deng Long vigilantly pushed the small window open a gap and exclaimed: "There is a fire."

A fire fell? Chen Ao leaned over and saw that the fire was rising into the sky for miles away and the thick smoke rolled. Even the sparse stars and moons in the sky were eclipsed.

It was dawn, and the sun and the moon alternated. This fire seemed to make the sky red, screams of help came and shook the eardrums.

"It looks like a granary there. It's not good, the granary has caught fire!" Deng Long was so scared that his face was pale and he said to the window: "Looking at this look, it was definitely not a fire that happened by chance, I was afraid that someone set fire at night. Young Master, there are riots lurking in the city, I'm afraid that the brothers of the commander-in-chief in front of the palace will immediately go to the streets for martial law."

Deng Long was not wrong. After a stick of incense, the sound of horse hooves on the street suddenly sounded. He crossed the wall of the public mansion and looked out. With the morning light, a ray of light was illuminated. Countless imperial guards holding guns and halberds appeared on the street.

Even outside the Duke's Mansion, there was also a team of imperial guards patrolling everywhere to protect the security of important mansions and the yamen.

Such a big incident happened, but no one expected that Deng Long had a special identity. He went out of the house to inquire about the news and came back in despair.

It turned out that last night, dozens of men in black suddenly appeared outside the granary to attack the granary at night, defeating the trunk guards, and then pouring tung oil everywhere and starting to set fire.

The accident was exactly the moment of Mao, and the moment when the garrison was most relaxed. After the incident, the three yamen immediately dispatched troops to search for the thieves, but these thieves seemed to be extinct on earth, and there was no news at all. No trace was seen again, and even some clues were left behind.

Deng Long said angrily: "The procurator of Dali Temple and the captain of the Ministry of Justice are now in trouble. There are all kinds of speculations. However, in my opinion, these thieves have well-trained and should have made plans. Perhaps it is unknown to Fang La's remaining party. Relying on Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice, hehe... It's not that I look down on these procuratorial officers and servants. It's probably more difficult than climbing to the sky to find out this shocking case."

As the end of the year approaches, the evil man burns the granary. It's so hateful. It's indeed not a harmonious society. Chen Ao was concerned about this gossip. He only heard Deng Long continue to mutter: "Hey, this grain warehouse is one of the four major grain warehouses in Bianjing. The Jiangnan Fu rice collected and stored, but this fire has burned it clean. The food of the court is probably going to be tight. Young Master, if he goes to the market to collect grain now, the price of grain will inevitably rise in a few days."

After listening to Deng Long's analysis, Chen Ao also felt that it made sense. There will inevitably be a shortage of food in Bianjing next year. It is the court that urgently transfers grain to Beijing, and it needs to coordinate and transport it. It is probably a few months. During this period, the price of grain will rise sharply, and some people will want to take this opportunity to make a fortune!

Chen Ao just nodded and smiled and said, "We should not participate in this kind of thing. Hoarding food in all dynasties is a serious crime of beheading. Besides, doing this kind of thing is a detrimental deed. If there are too many places to make money, it is better not to make this kind of money."

Deng Longhe nodded and said with a smile: "This is natural." He silenced embarrassedly.

The imperial guards searched around the streets. Chen Ao's original intention to visit Tang Jijiu and Doctor was gone, so he had to look for Chen Ji with the article he wrote last night.

Chen Ji was quite idle and turned a blind eye to things outside. He taught Chen Ao to sit down, but he was very rude to Deng Long who came with him. He swept him out, then took out Chen Ao's paper and looked at it carefully.

Chen Ji was still extremely rigorous in his studies, and his requirements for Chen Ao were almost harsh. After reading Chen Ao's knowledge of one and two, he could not find any mistakes at the moment. He smiled and said, "This article is done well this time, and he has modified one and two places in a few places, which can be considered a high-quality sutra article."

Chen Ao knew Chen Ji's meaning well. Teacher Chen's words are best at first and then suppressing, first praise, and then scolding himself for being worthless and bloody. Therefore, he never showed any surprises or pride. He said with a serious look on his eyes, nose, nose and heart: "The teacher praised it."

"It's good that you know!" Chen Ao surrendered that Chen Ji had prepared fists before he could hit him, and encountered a pile of cotton. He had to take back a few words to scold him for being proud and complacent, and said, "If you talk about the meaning of the sutra, you should still practice diligently. You can do this question, but the next one, if no one is instructed, can you do it so wonderfully? I'll give another question, you can do it in the past two days."

Chen Ao dared not say anything. In the Imperial College, he was not afraid of others. Only Chen Ji was always a little guilty when facing him.

Chen Ji pondered for a moment and said, "Just put the title of the people's feet and the king's shortcomings or not. Think carefully about how to solve the title."

When Chen Ao heard this sentence, he immediately understood that the title came from a passage from "Yan Yuan", and the original words were the same. The person who said this was Confucius' disciple Youruo, Youruo, a disciple of Confucius in his later years. He forced himself to remember the ancients. When discussing politics with Duke Ai of Lu, he proposed the "value of the people" view that "when the people are rich, how can the king not be enough? When the people are poor and the expenses are not enough, how can the king not be enough?"

Chen Ji said this question, which made Chen Ao secretly strange. It should be noted that this kind of topic of noble people is like a crucian carp crossing the river. Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty is the most important thing and the country is underestimated. Even if he does not follow the example, he still has to put out this sign. Therefore, there are countless topics similar to such a question. Chen Ao has read dozens of examples.

Chen Ji took out such a popular question. Could it be that he wanted to take the school exam?

Chen Ao's face showed some doubts. Doctors who took the exams of the school classics were all difficult to say, but they never used such common questions to test the school, because there were too many people who solved such questions, and even if they were not good students, it would be easy to do such questions.

Chen Ji saw Chen Ao's thoughts and sneered: "Do you think this question is easy? You must know that this question has been solved by countless people. The more you are, the more difficult it is to choose a new problem-solving point. Chen Ao, think about it, what method is most suitable to solve the problem."

Chen Ao felt a sudden stern and suddenly realized that this was like writing an essay. Although the rampant test questions such as "My Father" were simple, if you want to write your thoughts and break through countless predecessors, it would be ten times more difficult than other test questions. The more ordinary the test questions were, the more difficult it would be to write an excellent article.

He fell into deep thought and read all the sample essays he saw in his heart, but smiled bitterly. It was not easy to break through other people's thinking and come up with a unique entry point to solve the problem.

When Chen Ji saw Chen Ao, he fell into thinking and did not disturb him. He closed his eyes and sat down, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

As time passed by little by little, Chen Ao suddenly raised his eyes and said, "As the people are rich, the king is rich, and the king is rich. It is because the king is rich, and the people are rich, how can you be poor? Chen Xianggong, how can you use this sentence to solve the topic?"

Chen Ao borrows the idea that it is rich in the people. Although the nature and components of this sentence are more, when writing articles, it is originally empty to empty, so it is relatively novel to solve the problem in this way.

Chen Ji chewed it and nodded: "Yes, what should I do if I follow the question?"

Since he has solved the question, he will be much lighter in his acceptance. He thought for a little while and said: "It is said that the public added taxes to the extent of their use. If they want to use them, do they need to be sufficient for their people? I am able to be able to be thorough with a hundred acres, and always keep the heart of loving others, and to collect everything, and not to be able to support the people by themselves. Then the people's strength will not be trapped in soliciting; the people's wealth will not be fully accumulated."

This sentence is still a focus on the entry point of solving problems that is rich in the people, expanding the topic, with a regular format, but it has a bit more innovative.

Chen Jifu nodded: "Yes, just follow this idea and do it. Everything cannot be achieved overnight. However, your progress has been quite good these days. After the New Year's Eve, people will definitely be impressed."

Chen Ao knew in his heart that Chen Ji was able to say this to this point, which shows that he has made great progress recently. Although he was happy, he looked very modest in front of Chen Ji: "There is no limit to the sea of ​​knowledge, and the students are still very tender." To deal with a teacher like Chen Ji, he should use great principles to block him, so that he would want to scold him, but he could not find any loopholes.

Chen Ji smiled slightly and waved his hand: "You go."

Chen Ao led Deng Long back to do the test. He didn't know that the entire Bianjing City was now in chaos.

The burning of the grain warehouse not only caused heavy losses, but also a very serious political problem. At the foot of the emperor, there were people who organized so closely that they set fire to the important crimes of the imperial court. They could burn the granary today and break into the three yamen tomorrow. What's so great?

What's more, the grain accumulated in this grain warehouse is the newly transported rice from Jiangnan. The imperial court used them to provide relief, reserves, and train troops. Now it is all burned down, which is a huge matter for Zhao Ji.

In Wenjing Pavilion, six or seven court officials sat on the brocade pier, and further down there were more than a dozen officials standing with their heads down. In the middle, Zhang Wenxian, the Minister of Revenue, had a face as if he was earth-like, lying on the ground and crying to request the severance.

Today, Zhao Ji was wearing a round-neck brocade dress and holding a cup of tea in his hand. The tea was already cold, but it had never been replaced.

He bit his lip, but there was a hint of coldness and calmness in his eyes. The Nibora finally came to an end. Prince Surya called him a minister, and the two countries exchanged letters of state, and they were unconditional to surrender, neither gold, silver, nor tea or silk. His mood had just improved, but unexpectedly he encountered such a shocking thing again.

Looking at Zhang Wenxian, who was kneeling in the center with a sad face, without saying a word, Zhao Ji showed surprising calmness, and did not speak from beginning to end.

The decision-making and the accuser were silent, but several censors came out one after another, and naturally impeached them one after another. This was said that Zhang Wenxian was neglected to be prepared and could be punished for his salary; that was said that Zhang Shangshu was responsible for his misunderstanding and had a huge mistake. 30% of the taxes in Bianjing this year were destroyed, so he should be ordered to submit his resignation and return home.

There were also several shocking words that proposed to severely punish officials from all the Ministry of Revenue and all were sentenced to prison for the crime of missed supervision.

The officials standing were arguing endlessly, but Zhao Ji just pursed his lips and said nothing. The seven or eight officials sitting on the Jindun were also sitting blankly, and no one made any point.

Zhang Wenxian was uneasy and looked up at the official family with fear. The last trace of luck fell to the bottom. It would be fine if the official family scolded him, but it was never before. The monarch was unpredictable. Maybe the next moment would be the wrath of thunder.

He knew in his heart that this fact was too great, even if he, the Secretary of State, could not bear the responsibility for this relationship. But speaking of this, the Secretary of State was really wronged. If such a major event occurred in his post, who else could be the one who could be the one who could be the one who was in charge of the matter? He was burned with all his thoughts and couldn't help but cry, saying, "Your Majesty, I am guilty, I will die, please punish your majesty. The daily guards of this grain warehouse are extremely strict, but the year is approaching these days, and many officials and soldiers have taken leave..."
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