Qianlong: Qing Dynasty?What about my Daqing?

Chapter 227 Sheng Gong, you must work hard to improve!
Numerous Shandong gentry sighed, cried and cried, thinking that they were about to be taken to the Western Regions by Emperor Qianlong and would never come back. They raised their heads and wiped away their tears. who.

After all, Confucian scholars in the Qing Dynasty were basically a bit of a dog.

There is no such thing as literati generosity.

Only being submissive to the superior and relentless to the inferior.

This guy appeared in the lines in the play, which actually happened in the Qing Dynasty.

It's really unusual.

Did he think he was Cao Cao?

Everyone stare closely.

Whoo!

Good guy!
It's really Cao Cao.

I saw that this guy was seven feet long, with thin eyes and long beard, a red face and a round face, and he acted like a traitor.

"Wang Dingjia, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Someone shouted loudly.

Of course it is impossible for Cao Cao to be resurrected.

But it does not prevent someone from calling Cao Cao alive.

Wang Dingjia was called "Living Cao Cao"-this nickname brought great trouble to Wang Dingjia, who had been a high school scholar in the 40th year of Qianlong.

After being a Jinshi in high school, there were rumors that Wang Dingjia of Jinan Prefecture, Shandong Province, was quick-witted and alert, and had the ability to adjust and adjust according to circumstances, which was similar to Cao Cao.

So inexplicably got the nickname of "Living Cao Cao".

As a result, he was a Jinshi in high school, but he had no official position-who would dare to be an official for Cao Cao.

And this is still the Qing Dynasty.

If it reaches Qianlong's ears.

Maybe it will be sent directly to the vegetable market for a cut of three thousand dollars.

To be Cao Cao in this glorious Qing Dynasty seems to be impatient to live.

Fortunately.

Wang Dingjia is not that famous, so he just goes home to eat old rice.

This eating has lasted 19 years. At that time, he was only 23 Jinshi and ranked first. Now 42 has achieved nothing and wasted years.

Originally honest and friendly, Wang Dingjia, who just looks like Cao Cao in the drama, wished he was really Cao Cao.

Last year, the Qing court ordered the gentry officials in the country to organize regiment training. Wang Dingjia, who is considered a wealthy family in Jinan Prefecture, also recruited hundreds of people to join the war against the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

However, this living Cao Cao is not very good at fighting, and his subordinates are not very good at fighting. Only a dozen of hundreds of people came back.

Later, they were wrapped together and came to the capital.

Live Cao Cao's sarcasm now made those present who recognized him also reprimanded him.

"Living Cao Cao, those of us present here are either Taoists from a prefecture, or county magistrates. The house is full of guests and is full of glory. You have never been an official. What qualifications do you have to teach us here?"

"That's right, I don't even look at who I am."

"Who told you to come!"

Everyone scolded one after another.

Kong Qingrong frowned, called an old servant beside him, and whispered something in a low voice, as if he wanted to ask who sent Cao Cao to attend the hometown meeting of high-end Shandong officials in Beijing.

Then Kong Shenggong said loudly: "Wang Dingjia, it's fine if you come here to have a banquet, why do you make such crazy remarks?"

"I'm crazy? Huh?" Wang Dingjia poured a glass of wine by himself and drank it down.

Recently, he has been so hungry that his eyes have stared at him. This capital city is like a cage, and he is only allowed to enter but not to exit.

"That's right, I'm living Cao Cao, of course I have to be crazy!" Wang Dingjia stood up, "Everyone, let's make it clear, everyone doesn't want to go to the Western Regions, and they don't want to accompany the Emperor Tartar to eat yellow sand, that's right. no!"

This statement came out.

Everyone present was shocked.

"Bold!"

"Mad!"

"Are you going to rebel!"

"It's crazy!"

Everyone pointed at the daring Cao Cao with trembling fingers, his back felt cold and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Tartar emperor?

Listen to what is this called?

Is that something that can be said here?

How bold.

"Presumptuous! Fork it out for me!"

Immediately, two healthy servants stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right with Wang Dingjia inserted, and walked towards the door.

Straight to insert him outside the mansion.

Throw it out, and then close the door of the house.

I saw the door slam shut.

Wang Dingjia snorted coldly, patted the dust on his body, and was about to leave.

Then he heard the small door of the woodshed not far away open, and an old man poked his head out, looked around, then whispered to Wang Dingjia: "Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, this way. "

Wang Dingjia walked in and looked at the faint starlight.

Yo, isn't this the old servant beside Yan Shenggong?
"Why, do you still need to pay for the banquet at the Confucian Mansion?" Wang Dingjia asked.

"Mr. Wang was joking, this way please, Shenggong has please."

Lao Pu opened the door of the woodshed and said.

Seeing that Wang Dingxin hadn't moved, he had no choice but to explain: "Mr. Wang, it's not a place for discussion in the hall when there are too many people talking."

"The Holy Duke wants to discuss matters with me."

"Exactly!"

"Let's lead the way."

Speaking of which, the old servant led Wang Dingjia in through the side door and entered the inner hall.

"Mr. Wang will be later again. There is enough wine and meat. Shenggong will come back after the banquet."

"Go, go, by the way, get me a jug of wine later, and I'll take it away."

Wang Dingjia said loudly.

The old servant hurriedly responded.

back out.

Wang Dingjia was left thinking.

In fact, the banquet couldn't last, after all, they were all a group of frustrated people.

When I think about not being able to go back to my hometown in Shandong in the future, and not being able to kowtow at the graves of my ancestors during the holidays, I am afraid that I will have to bury my bones in a foreign country.

Plus Wang Dingjia made such a fuss.

Soon someone came out to say goodbye.

Soon.

The people at the banquet almost left.

Wang Dingjia didn't wait long.

I saw the Contemporary Yan Shenggong of the Confucian Mansion hurried in.

Wang Dingjia stood up to greet him.

And Kong Qingrong took Wang Dingjia's hand, and asked with burning eyes: "May I ask what's your last name, sir?"

Last name?
Is it from the Aixinjueluo family, or from the Zhu family?
This is too important to Confucius.

Was wrapped up by Qianlong.

The Confucian Mansion may still exist, but Yan Shenggong is definitely not Kong Qingrong.

Facing Kong Qingrong's eyes were burning.

Wang Dingjia put his hands on Kong Qingrong's, and said earnestly: "Sheng Gong, now thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are red, what do you say is my surname?"

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are red.

Red is Zhu.

Kong Qingrong took a deep breath upon hearing this.

"Second, go and watch at the door."

Telling the old servant to watch out at the door, Kong Qingrong took Wang Dingjia into his study and sat opposite him.

"Mr. Wang, I don't know. What is the emperor's attitude towards my Confucian mansion?"

"Shenggong, how can I know about this?" Wang Dingjia shook his head and said, "However, today's emperors have different ways from those of previous emperors. He runs schools, universities, focuses on business, and is proficient in finance and economics. Across thousands of miles, fighting in all directions, the country will not be chaotic, its strength will not be exhausted, and its wealth will not dry up. Shenggong, if the Confucian mansion is worthless to the emperor, then the position of Yan Shenggong may be suspended."

Kong Qingrong's face became a little ugly.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

The Son of Heaven did not agree much with contemporary Confucianism.

This can be seen from the content of the imperial examinations in Ming Dynasty.

The content of the Four Books and Five Classics has been greatly reduced, but more studies on the study of economics and economics.

Now the Ming Dynasty has occupied the southwest of Shandong, and it seems that Shandong will be all there, but it has not made any arrangements for the status of the Confucian Mansion.

Emperor Zhu himself did not publicly express that he would go to Qufu to pay homage to the most holy teacher.

All these signs point to it.
Perhaps Emperor Zhu would not follow the tradition of previous dynasties and give preferential treatment to the children of the Confucian family.

This made Kong Qingrong very anxious.

"Confucius Mansion. What value can Confucian Mansion have? We are just the priests of the most holy teacher." Kong Qingrong murmured.

"How can it be worthless, Shenggong, you are now the leader of the Shandong regiment training in the capital, and you will be admired by all when you climb up!"

All the Kings From?

Kong Qingrong felt cold behind his back.

That's not a good thing to say.

I am such an honest Yan Shenggong, why should everyone obey me.

"Shenggong, now you have the opportunity to make great contributions to the emperor! Today's emperor is not a stingy person. With credit in hand, the status of the Confucian Mansion can be as stable as Mount Tai."

"Making meritorious service? What kind of attack can I make?" Kong Qingrong was stunned.

Although it is said that there are more than 1 troops trained by the Shandong regiment, they are trained by the Kong family in Qufu.

But after entering the capital.

The soldiers trained by the Shandong regiment have been separated, and the regiment's soldiers are under the control of the Eight Banners. They, the Shandong gentry, can't even see the fellow soldiers.

"It can be established, of course it can be established!" Wang Dingjia said, "For example, it is definitely a great achievement to win a complete Beijing city for the emperor!"

"This is something I can do." Kong Qingrong shook his head again and again, stretched out his fingers and said: "There are [-] soldiers in the Zhenghuang Banner, tens of thousands of admirals in the Nine Gates, and tens of thousands of strong men in the Eight Banners. There are tens of thousands of soldiers here, not to mention that I am just an old man, even if the [-] Qufu soldiers still listen to me, it will not be possible to do this."

"Sheng Gong alone may not be able to do it, but this is not the case. We can help you!"

Wang Dingjia laughed.

"Shenggong, if this Confucian mansion still has the status of Yanshenggong in the new dynasty, it must not relax."

"You have to work hard to improve!"

(End of this chapter)