Qingzhou.
Zhangjiafu house.
In the ancient and simple courtyard, green bamboo and stone tables and chairs, Zhang Xian held the Analects of Confucius with his back against the bamboo house and drank.
The four ancient seal characters of self-restraint and restoration are vigorous and powerful. They hang on the door beam of the bamboo house. They have a strong literati flavor, just like the style of the great Confucianism of that school.
Hurried up the stone paved path and hurried towards the stone table.
"Old Zhang, something''s wrong!"
People have not yet arrived, the voice has arrived.
Put down the scroll in his hand, Zhang Xian raised his eyes, looked at the comer and waited for the following.
The comer, in his forties, dressed in plain Confucian robes, hurried to the table,
She frowned and hurried.
"Old Zhang, an old man outside the door asked for a meeting. He said that he was investing in our Confucian bachelor. He was his son and was detained by the government!"
After hearing this, Zhang Xian suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Why?"
The man responded.
"Last year''s harvest was poor and this year''s grain was scarce. The government failed to collect tax grain. His son took people around the government."
"But instead of thinking about the government and making decisions for the people, he imprisoned his son!"
The big palm snapped it, and the stone table shook faintly. A few drops spilled from the shaking of a full glass of wine and spread it on the stone table.
Zhang Xian pressed his big hand on the stone table, his veins burst and shouted angrily.
"That''s unreasonable! It''s inhumane for officials not to serve the people and to be detained violently!"
"Arrest the bachelor, where did he put my Qingzhou Confucianism?"
"Go! Wait for me to go and ask for an explanation!"
After Zhang xianben was a Confucian, with the prosperity of Zhenguan in Guan Tai and Min''an, the land of Qingzhou gradually formed a wind of respecting Confucius, the Dynasty and Mencius.
Many scholars from surrounding states and counties gathered in Zhang''s house one after another.
As a representative of Confucianism, Zhang Xian opened his door to welcome guests.
Over the past two years, Zhang''s family has become a force that can not be underestimated, with more than 10000 scholars.
Vaguely, the government of Qingzhou was also afraid of Zhang''s house and would not provoke it easily.
The government''s weakness undoubtedly emboldened Zhang Xianzhuang. As long as he was reasonable, he would argue with the government.
They took a carriage together and drove to the state and county government.
In the Qingzhou government, Chen Cang, who was sent by the Tang Dynasty to investigate the matter, sat quietly in the government office with an iron face and said nothing.
On the other side of the table, Zhao Limin, the governor of Qingzhou, was submissive and sweating.
On the hall, a group of subordinates who were officials in the government were kneeling. They were silent and fell on the ground, afraid to look up.
Trembling, Zhao Limin pushed the hot tea on the table and said.
"Lord Chen, please... Please have tea."
Chen Cang and Zhao Limin can''t afford to offend him. The official is the Minister of household, and the official residence is the second grade.
As the saying goes, a high official can crush people.
What''s more, the high one is not one product or two!
Chen Cang snorted coldly and said without looking at Zhao Limin.
"What''s the matter with the man who made trouble?"
Hearing Chen Cang''s question, Zhao Limin''s heart tightened.
The man was just the son of old man Zhang. Something happened. When the trouble broke out, it coincided with the arrival of the court commander.
Zhao Limin, who has always loved his people like a son, had no choice but to put old man Zhang''s son in prison.
Although there was no surplus food, Zhao Limin didn''t dare to tell the truth when asked by Chen Cang.
On one side are high-ranking officials in the Imperial City, and on the other is a great Confucian family with huge roots.
That side can''t afford to offend. At present, we can only take one step at a time.
Zhao Limin swallowed his saliva, smiled and said.
"It''s a little friction. I will handle it properly."
"Don''t bother Lord Chen."
From beginning to end, Chen Cang''s face was as cold as frost. Even Zhao Limin''s hot face was still indifferent.
Completely business and ungrateful.
Zhao Limin Tian smiled with a face. With a trembling hand, he pushed the hot tea on the table and handed it over.
"Lord Chen, please have tea."
Pop.
When the big palm clapped it, the shaking tea cup lid clanged and the warm tea splashed everywhere.
Chen Cang suddenly turned his head and his heart suddenly became angry.
Qingzhou couldn''t pay the tax grain. The king of Tang was angry. If it hadn''t been for the plea of Lord changsun, he would have almost let the servant of the household resign.
Zhao Limin is still here laughing with himself, a completely cope face!
Chen Cang frowned and shouted.
"I''m not here to be an assassin, taste tea, enjoy the scenery and laugh about the wind and moon!"
"When will the grain tax be paid?"
The volume of the voice is not high, but it has its own authority trained by the imperial city.
Pushed to the general tea and suddenly stopped, Zhao Limin dared not take a bite and said.
"Tax grain, junior officer... Junior officer is trying his best to collect it."
"I hope... I hope Lord Chen can... Give me a few more days... Lower the rank..."
Qingzhou officials, large and small, kneeling on the whole hall, trembled and their backs were cold.
If Chen Cang is really angry, a memorial will roll the seats and leave the whole Qingzhou official position.
If there were two more words in this memorial, I''m afraid the whole Qingzhou officials would be imprisoned.
A loud hissing came from the head of the hall.
"Grace!"
"I give you time. Will the Holy Lord give me time now?"
"Three days! I''ll give you three days!"
"If the tax is not paid enough, or the time is delayed."
"Then you will enter Chang''an and introduce a decree to your majesty to lead officials to resign!"