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Chapter 1087 Reversal
A huge amount of money was seized from Jiang Qingzhi's property, which made the Taoist priest happy. He felt that this windfall came at the right time. At the same time, the memorial impeaching him was submitted to the palace again.

Yan Song looked at the impeachment documents piled on the table and sighed, "Since this man has returned, paper has become expensive in the capital!"

Yan Shifan said, "Dad, Jiang Qingzhi and those people have no chance of turning back. Either you die or I die. I think if we don't handle this well, both sides will suffer."

"What do you mean?" Yan Song asked slowly. He rubbed his belly and felt a little hungry. But for some reason, his body, which had been emaciated, gradually became bloated again. Yan Song regretfully gave up the idea of ​​having more food.

Yan Shifan picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Those people are using the guards of the Bo Mansion to make trouble. Jiang Qingzhi is a man who protects his own people, so he will definitely not stop. But it's a murder case, and killing someone means paying with one's life. It's only natural. If he can't suppress this matter, Jiang Qingzhi will be angry and embarrassed. According to his past experience, he will definitely find a few of those who have caused the most trouble and take action against them."

"Kill the monkey to scare the chickens!" Yan Song drank a sip of tea and felt even hungrier. However, he had only eaten for less than an hour, and he had eaten a lot!
"Ok!"

Yan Song was silent for a long time. "Wang Anshi of the former Song Dynasty was strong, but he couldn't be compared with Jiang Qingzhi of today. He is so unscrupulous, isn't he afraid that he will end up badly?"

"Dad, Jiang Qingzhi is now helpless." Yan Shifan smiled happily, "Just think about it, how many people has he killed in the south? How many families have been ruined because of him?"

Everyone agrees that land declaration will be followed by tax collection.

For those privileged classes, losing the privilege of tax exemption is no different from going bankrupt.

"Those families are used to sitting on the land and collecting people. Once their land is cut off, they have to think about how to make a living." Yan Shifan laughed sarcastically, "They are lazy and don't know how to distinguish between the five grains. That's what those idiots are like. Jiang Qingyi cut off their privileges with one stroke. How can they make a living from now on?"

Yan Song sighed, "I can't farm, and I don't have the capital to do business, so the only option is to be an official."

"Yes! Isn't it for the purpose of becoming an official after ten years of studying hard? But there are only so many positions, and countless people are vying for them. The lucky ones can walk through that single-plank bridge, and the rest can live a life of superiority by relying on privileges. This has been the huge foundation of Confucianism for many years. Jiang Qingzhi dug up the foundation of Confucianism with a hoe... Who could have thought of this at the time?"

Yan Shifan sighed, "When he claimed to be a great Mohist, many people said he was crazy and overestimating his own abilities. I also felt that he would not last more than three years. This guy also vowed to pull Confucianism off the altar, but was laughed at as a fool at that time. What about now?"

"Now that dream...is gradually becoming a reality." Yan Song suddenly felt a little confused, "My dream..."

He also had dreams. At that time, the young Yan Song's path to the imperial examination was relatively smooth. He was full of energy and ambition, and he made suggestions for the country and wrote inspiring articles.

He vowed to do something big and change the Ming Dynasty because of himself.

As time passed, he became the prime minister and held great power.

But what about dreams?

"Young Lord!"

An attendant came in and saluted, "The result is out from Dechang Marquis's Mansion."

"What's the matter?" Yan Shifan's eyes turned cold and he threw down the memorial in his hand and asked.

If Jiang Qingzhi fails to find any serious evidence of the crimes committed by Marquis Dechang, even the Taoist priest will not be able to protect him from the subsequent attacks.

After returning from the south, there was a strong tendency for Jiang Qingzhi to use his power to suppress the Yan Party.

Previously, the Yan Party could rely on its large numbers to fight back against Jiang Qingzhi, which made him very afraid. But now the South is trembling under Jiang Qingzhi's "tyranny", and many people have changed their positions, cheering for the new policy and applauding Jiang Qingzhi.

Clean up the southern bureaucracy, clean up the southern officers and soldiers, revitalize the Longjiang Shipyard, and rebuild the fleet during the Yongle period. Countless people in the south are waiting for Jiang Qingzhi to go south again and follow him to trade at sea...

The entire South was in unrest.

When the first fleet of ships that went out to sea for trade returned fully loaded, that was the day when Jiang Qingzhi's reputation completely crushed Yan Song.

Yan Song and his son naturally could not sit there and wait for death, so they flirted with those people.

They dare not oppose openly, but they will spare no effort to hand a knife to those people behind their backs, or even to secretly trip up Jiang Qingzhi.

The murder of Marquis Dechang was the opportunity that Yan Song and his son had been waiting for for a long time.

As for the evidence of guilt, among all the powerful and wealthy, which one has a clean bottom?
As long as it was not an unforgivable crime, Yan Song and his son could launch a counterattack based on it.

The attendant said, "Jiang Qingzhi confiscated the mansion and found a lot of money. Now they are taking it out in carts. I don't know how much is left. Someone got the news that the mansion of Dechang Marquis has made millions of dollars from running a gambling house in recent years."

What the hell!

A millionaire.

"Maybe more than that." The attendant said, "Our people are watching outside. According to the number of carts, the Marquis of Dechang's mansion must have millions of assets."

"Wealthy enough to rival a country!" Yan Song covered his forehead, "No wonder your majesty has always wanted to take ruthless action against the powerful."

"Allowing these people to eat up the people's wealth will not benefit the Ming Dynasty in the slightest. The court is short of money, but they have mountains of wealth in their homes. Who can tolerate this?" Yan Shifan felt that he could not tolerate this.

"Also, Chang Wei Bo had several of Sun Ying's sons tortured, and it is said that they got some extraordinary information out of them."

"Go find out!"

"Yes."

After the entourage left, Yan Song shook his head and said, "Jiang Qingzhi can't turn the case around just by running a gambling house."

Opening a gambling house is against the law, but it is different from being killed!

"Prince, Jiang Qingzhi has entered the palace."

Yan Song stood up and said, "The result has come out. I will go and take a look."

Yan Shifan thought for a moment and said, "Dad, be careful."

"Father knows."

Yan Song hurriedly went to see the Taoist priest with a memorial in hand.

Yan Shifan stared at the autumn scenery outside the window and said softly, "This vortex is getting bigger and bigger, and many people are being sucked in against their will. Who will be crushed to pieces? Will it be you, Jiang Qingzhi, or those people? Or... me!"

……

When Jiang Qingzhi saw the portrait, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart. "My aunt looks very kind." "When we were in Anlu, my mother would lead people to weave cloth when she had nothing to do. Whenever there was a natural disaster, my mother would ask people to distribute porridge. She once said that everyone can only enjoy so much blessings in their lifetime, so we should cherish them."

"I have also heard similar things. They say that everyone has a certain amount of food to eat, and if you finish it early, you will die."

There is a saying in later generations that eating less can make you live longer. Nutritionists have analyzed this from a scientific perspective, saying that eating less is good for the body. Another saying is that everyone has a certain amount of food they can eat in their lifetime. If they eat less now, they can save it for later.

In other words, the less you eat now, the longer you will live.

Just like savings, once you spend them, you’re gone.

And saving is the only way to prolong life.

"When Cui Yuan went to Anlu to tell me that I was chosen, I started thinking about the Ming Dynasty from that moment on. At that time, the Ming Dynasty seemed to be peaceful and prosperous, but what I saw in the streets of Anlu was full of crises and undercurrents. I know very well that if all this does not change, the Ming Dynasty will not last long..."

Emperor Zhengde was denounced as a troublesome emperor who hid in the Leopard House all day long to eat, drink and have fun, and even held a market. Is this something an emperor can do?

Is there any precedent?

Yes, there really was one. There was one during the Western Han Dynasty.

"After Renzong and Xuanzong, the emperor's authority declined. During the Battle of Tumu, Emperor Yingzong was captured. Being captured would have been fine. If nothing had changed, the emperor's authority would still have been strong."

The voice of Emperor Jiajing was a little low. "After the coup d'état, Emperor Yingzong was restored to the throne. How much prestige can an emperor who was once captured have? And this restoration was achieved with the help of those ministers."

After Emperor Yingzong was restored to the throne, his position was actually somewhat awkward. As an emperor, he should have been powerful and unfathomable. However, he was a defeated general and only relied on external forces to turn things around.

"The ministers suddenly became masters. Emperor Yingzong later used the conflicts among his ministers to divide and rule, and executed Shi Heng, Cao Jixiang, Xu Youzhen and others. But that was a scheme, a trick. What the emperor should use is the Tao."

Dao Ye shook his head. "Since then, the emperor has become a puppet of his subjects. The previous emperor wanted to do something when he succeeded to the throne, but after many struggles, all he got in return was nonsense."

Ha ha!

Jiang Qingzhi laughed silently.

To be honest, none of the Zhu family's emperors were stupid. If it were the Han, Tang, or even the early Song Dynasty, there would still be room for improvement, but this is the Ming Dynasty.

Confucianism suddenly flourished in the early Song Dynasty and had become a behemoth in the Ming Dynasty.

Together, they turned the country into a whirlpool, in which the emperor and the people either struggled or accepted their fate and went with the flow...

"I am unwilling to accept this."

Taoist looked at the portrait and said, "No one knows a son better than his mother. My mother knew what I was thinking and helped me with all her might. She was a guest, and that person had been running the palace for many years, with the support of Yang Tinghe and others, and those two idiots running around for her. I was busy fighting with the ministers all day, and when I came back, I asked my mother to worry about the planning. I forgot that my mother had a harder time in the palace."

Jiang Qingzhi's heart was shocked and he thought of the death of Empress Dowager Jiang.

As the empress dowager, her living conditions and medical facilities were the best in the world, so she shouldn't have passed away so early.

"Mother is worried about me and racking her brains to plan for me. At the same time, she has to fight against that man in this dangerous palace with no help and share my worries. Actually..."

Daoye closed his eyes and said, "Mother has always been in good health. It started after she entered the palace..."

While she was at loggerheads with Empress Dowager Zhang, she also had to give advice to her son. In any other era, Empress Dowager Jiang would have been a strong woman.

"Before she passed away, my mother was most worried about me. She knew those people would not give up. She held my hand and said..."

The Taoist paused for a moment, walked to the bottom of the portrait, and looked up...

"My son, mother is here, don't be afraid..."

……

Many people outside were waiting for the results of the confiscation of Marquis Dechang's mansion.

They prepared all kinds of evidence, such as how many merits the Sun family had made in the past and how they had worked diligently to share the worries of His Majesty over the years.

“It’s snowing in September!”

In the restaurant, several scholars were feeling sorry for Sun Ying.

"Jiang Qingzhi is too domineering. Sooner or later, he will get his comeuppance."

"The court meeting is about to begin, and those people are already sharpening their knives."

"The traitor Chiang Kai-shek has committed atrocities. This time, many families in the South have suffered at his hands. If he is arrested, I dare say he will not live for more than half a month."

"Half a month? I think ten days at most."

At this time, someone came in, "Everyone, everyone!"

The person who came was their good friend, sweating profusely.

"Brother Ma, what are you doing..."

"The thief Jiang went to the Ministry of Justice prison."

"Good thief, he's trying to be partial! Let's go and stop him!"

Everyone stood up, but Brother Ma didn't move.

"Brother Ma..."

"The Ministry of Justice has spread the word that Sun Ying is guilty of treason and is unforgivable. Dou Jialan... has made a contribution!"

(End of this chapter)