Ming Jiajing: Starting from Immortality

Chapter 47 Zongxian kills his son, Jinshui enters Beijing!

Yang Jinshui defected!

Zheng Michang and He Maocai also became angry.

"We will not sign such memorials." Zheng Michang said with a gloomy face.

After the Yan Party and the Qing Party merged, all civil servants in the world became one family, and the cabinet became the heaven for all officials in the two capitals and thirteen provinces.

Hu Zongxian relied on his status as Yan Song's favorite student and could ignore the tasks assigned to the Zhejiang officialdom by Junior Elder and Minister Xu, but they could not do that.

When it comes to land matters, one must not have too much, but must have enough. Otherwise, one will not be able to complete the task, and the position of the Governor and Censor of Zhejiang will be over.

No matter what, the land in Chun'an must be bought!

"If people starve to death in the autumn and the people are forced to rebel, you won't do anything about it?" Hu Zongxian asked immediately without any expression.

"That's your business!" He Maocai also spoke up.

After all, Hu Zongxian was the Governor-General of Zhejiang and the Governor of Zhejiang. He held military and political power and was the well-deserved top leader of Zhejiang.

When anti-popular protests broke out in Zhejiang, Hu Zongxian had to be responsible for suppressing them, and the capital would hold them accountable. Even Hu Zongxian, the top leader, could not escape.

Hu Zongxian slammed his palm on the table and stood up: "Is it my business to close the weirs during the flood season? Is it my business to have the Xin'an River burst in nine counties? Is it my business to have the fields flooded?"

Zheng Michang was stunned for a moment, then he recovered and slapped the table beside him and stood up. "Who closed the weir during the flood season? What does the breach in the nine counties have to do with us? Who breached the weir and flooded the fields?"

The weirs are closed during the flood season in compliance with the order of Chaotian Temple.

The breach in nine counties was caused by the shoddy construction of the Xin'an River embankment and the failure of the eunuchs in the river administration to supervise it.

The breach is caused by flooding the fields?

Is this happening?

"Sir, the dam has been broken. We know you are angry and want to kill someone. The Provincial Government and the Provincial Surveillance Commissioner's Office have spent a lot of effort to find the magistrates of the nine counties and persuaded Eunuch Yang to send Li Xuan here. What else do you want?"

After years of cooperation, He Maocai spoke at the perfect time, two against one, "Mr. Minister, you are the favorite disciple of Lord Yan, you can ignore this, not step on that, and even not give face to the young Lord.

But we can't do that. We've studied hard for ten years and walked on thin ice for decades to get to where we are today, and we are under the control of the cabinet!
If you really want to quarrel, go and quarrel with the young minister."

As Hu Zongxian rose through the ranks, he became a veritable provincial governor. In the eyes of Lord Yan, he acted like a disciple of Lord Yan.

In this era of rulers being rulers, subjects being subjects, fathers being fathers, and sons being sons, Hu Zongxian, as Yan Song's eldest disciple, could be considered half of Yan Song's family. Even if he had a head-on conflict with Yan Shifan, Yan Song would most of the time not protect his own son, but Hu Zongxian.

Hu Zongxian was as calm as water, and stopped arguing with him. He said, "Come here, call Hu Boqi in!"

Yang Jinshui was startled. Zheng Michang and He Maocai suddenly lost their previous arrogance. The three of them looked towards the door at the same time.

Hu Boqi was dressed in plain clothes and walked in steadily and firmly.

Hu Boqi didn't look at Yang, Zheng, and He. He walked straight to his father Hu Zongxian and took out a stack of confessions from his sleeves. "Father, the letter from the young cabinet minister, which people were ordered to destroy the dikes, and who benefited after the fields were flooded, are all written here. Your son signed it, and the nine county magistrates also signed it."

Yan Shifan understood Hu Zongxian.

I know that even if Hu Zongxian died, he would never destroy the dikes and flood the fields.

Therefore, when Hu Zongxian was transferred to the front line to draw a coastal defense map, a letter written in the voice of Yan Song was sent to Hu Boqi in Zhejiang.

With the wisdom that Hu Boqi inherited from his father Hu Zongxian, it is not difficult to guess that the letter was not written by his master, but by his uncle.

But as the letter said, his father would never destroy the dike and flood the fields, but on the other hand, it was his uncle's order on behalf of his master. Hu Boqi was also a son, and he knew very well how much his father loved him, and what it meant to be distant but not to alienate relatives.

If my father and my uncle were to come into conflict, my master would be caught in the middle and would be in a difficult position, which would be very uncomfortable.

Rather than making three people suffer, it would be better for Hu Boqi to bear it himself.

Amidst various emotions, Hu Boqi, in the name of filial piety, appeared on behalf of his father in the nine counties of Xin'anjiang, and "disappeared" with the magistrates of the nine counties by threatening and forcing them.

Hu Zongxian looked at his third son with a broken heart and said, "Let it go."

Hu Boqi placed the offering paper on the table with both hands, then took a step back and knelt down: "At dawn, my son will leave... I am an unfilial son and can no longer serve my father. I hope my father will take good care of himself and my brothers will do their best."

Say it.

Hu Boqi kowtowed three times before he stood up, strode out and walked towards the killing pillar outside the door.

Looking at Hu Boqi being tied together with Li Xuan and others, Yang Jinshui, Zheng Michang and He Maocai were all stunned.

Tiger poison does not eat its seeds.

For the sake of the people of Chun'an, Hu Zongxian even let his own son force them to agree to tax reduction and exemption by threatening to commit suicide with a petition.

Such a fallout would not only affect them but also the young cabinet ministers. It would overturn the entire Ming Dynasty officialdom.

does it worth?
All three were silent.

"For the sake of the people of Zhejiang and the Ming Dynasty, my son can die, and I can also carry the coffin to Beijing. Let me ask you again, do you want me to deliver the petition to Beijing, or do you want to sign the tax reduction and exemption for Chun'an?" Hu Zongxian's eyes were red and bloodshot.

These days, he didn't dare to sleep for a moment because of the Xin'an River dike. His spirit had long been pushed to the limit. Now, even his son was about to die, and he looked like a madman.

Between life and career.

Zheng Michang finally chose to back down. "Since the Minister has said so, for the sake of the people of Zhejiang and the Ming Dynasty, even if the emperor blames Zhejiang and Hangzhou for low taxes in the next few years, we must reduce the burden on Chun'an."

"It should be so." He Maocai nodded repeatedly.

"Then sign it." Yang Jinshui stood up, walked towards the desk, and signed his name.

Zheng Michang and He Maocai looked at each other and were also named.

Under the king's banner, the killing pillars fell to the ground one after another.

The memorial was immediately sent to the capital.

However, as soon as the joint memorial was sent, the imperial edict arrived in Zhejiang.

Shen Yishi's one million dan of grain was transported to Chun'an County, and the imperial physician was also on his way to Chun'an County. For the people of Chun'an, disaster relief had just begun, but for the Zhejiang officialdom, it was over.

In the imperial edict, it was stated that the mobilization of grain from the three nearby provinces could be omitted, and the subordinates only needed to follow the steps to release Shen Yishi's grain.

So, what Hu Zongxian should do is to bring the guilty officials to Beijing, but with the blood-stained flag of the king waving in the wind, how could there be any guilty officials?

At this point, Hu Zongxian did not bother to bury his son. He asked Xu Wei to help with the burial and set out for Beijing alone.

It is not accurate to say that he did it alone. Almost at the same time, Yang Jinshui, the eunuch in charge of the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau and Zhejiang Maritime Customs, also received an order from the Imperial Household Department to come to the capital.

(End of this chapter)