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Chapter 1 The eldest young master is suffering from heat stroke, why don't we send him on the road

On May 12th of the [-]th year of Chongzhen, Grain in Grain.

In Liujiagang, Taicang, Suzhou, in a mansion eight inches deep.

Shen Tingyang, the head of the Department of Transportation, who had just returned from the capital at the beginning of the month for business, locked himself in the study with a dignified expression.

After confirming that there was no one outside the window, he opened the secret compartment of the desk, took out a secret letter that was still fresh in color but had been rummaged through, and burned it on a candle.

It wasn't until the flames licked his hand that he shook his fingers in pain.

The letter was written by Yang Ge, the minister of military affairs, and there was only one thing in it: let him set an example as soon as possible and send his only adult son to Nanjing Imperial College.

Originally, this was a good thing, not to mention that Shen Tingyang was obliged to do so for the sake of the Ming Dynasty.

But his arrogant son, because he was having trouble with his family a while ago, was beating himself up, and he suffered from heat stroke.

Shen Tingyang was afraid that there would be a mistake on the road, so he wanted to wait until his son got better.

Unexpectedly, this delay caused a change.

Now he also regrets the original, and can only bite the bullet and see the tricks.

……

At the same time, the eldest young master of the Shen family was in the room.

Zhu Shuren lay quietly on a red sandalwood bed covered with a azure soft smoke and mosquito net, lest there should be any flaws.

In fact, he woke up a quarter of an hour ago, a typical time-travel.

But at the beginning, my mind was a little confused, so I lay down for a while to take a breather.

Yesterday, he was still middle-aged in the workplace, working in an international relations think tank.Over the years of work, he has been diligent and diligent, and has written a lot of internal references that seek truth from facts.

But the director is a flattering minister. He thinks that his articles always remind the risk, the director may feel bad when he reads it, and he often gets stuck and doesn't allow it to be posted.

In times of peace, there were many liberal arts bricklayers who reported good news but not bad news. Anyway, when the tide was high, it was impossible to see who was swimming.But it's really an eventful time, and it's definitely going to be a big mistake.

So Zhu Shuren finally chose to resign and lift the lid.

However, he was also quite empty in his heart.

He has studied historical military, diplomatic strategy, and intelligence analysis for more than ten years.In society, no private enterprise boss will pay for these dragon-slaying skills.

So last night when he was having dinner with his brothers, he inevitably sighed and drank a few more glasses.

Unexpectedly, after waking up, he will be in the Ming Dynasty, and he has even snatched up a dude disciple.

Calm down now, think about it and feel a little excited - it seems that it is already in the Chongzhen era.

Those sinister and poisonous tricks that were rotten at the bottom of the box in the previous life were just turned out to be exposed to the sun and greeted the Tartars, which was not wasted at all.

Recalling the past clearly, Zhu Shuren began to think about how to adapt to his new identity.

This body seems to be called Shen Lin, eighteen years old, and has not yet taken a word.

Zhu Shuren naturally flashed a thought: "Lin" and "tree" are barely related. If he can find the word "shuren", he can reuse the name of his previous life.

As for the surname, I have no choice but to call it "Shen Shuren" for the time being.

Fortunately, Zhu is the surname of the Ming Dynasty. In history, Zheng Chenggong can be given the surname by Zhu Yujian because of his merits, and he will definitely have a way in the future.

……

Shen Shuren had just accepted the name setting and was thinking about how to change his surname back to Zhu in the future.

Suddenly there was a commotion at the door, and several people poured into the room.The maids couldn't avoid it and saluted again and again.

Seeing this, Shen Shuren tilted his head slightly to the inside, and decided to continue to pretend to be dizzy and wait and see.

A gust of cool wind blew, the soft smoke Luo mosquito net was lifted, and a thin hand precisely placed on his wrist, obviously the doctor was taking the pulse.

"Shen Gong, don't worry, Ling Lang's pulse has been mixed a lot more than yesterday. If the old man puts on some Huoxiang borneol oil, it will probably improve."

After taking the pulse, the doctor took out the ointment while explaining the explanation and applied it quickly.

Before Shen Shuren could figure out the situation, he felt that the forehead and temple were alternately cool and hot, and there was a pungent smell between Wanjin oil and Huoxiangzhengqi water.

He couldn't help but move a little, and was immediately discovered by the doctor.

Shen Shuren's mind turned to electricity, so he slowly opened his eyes, pretending that he had just been awakened by the medicinal power.

"Young master is awake!" The maids couldn't help cheering.

As his sight gradually became clearer, Shen Shuren noticed that there were three men and some maids in the house.

In addition to the doctor, the remaining two men, one in his forties, had neat beards and a solemn appearance.

The other has a thick face, with short whiskers like steel needles, and it is difficult to judge the age for a while.

Shen Shuren thought to himself: That middle-aged man with a beautiful beard should be the father of this body, Shen Tingyang.

The memory that Shen Lin left him was a little lacking, but it was mainly because he forgot the recent events. It was not a big problem. He still remembered who was in the family.

This is also in line with the general symptoms of amnesia, which is often the more recent things are easier to forget, while the deep memory is much stronger.

As a staff member of a think tank in his previous life, he was naturally familiar with the 24 histories, and he knew that Shen Tingyang in "History of Ming Dynasty" was a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty. He insisted on resisting the Qing Dynasty and finally died in the second year of Yongli.

Thinking of this, Shen Shuren's sense of alienation from "cheap father" also weakened.

After all, in the future, between daily life, it is inevitable to salute this cheap father.As a modern man, of course he would reject feudal ethics.

But since Shen Tingyang is an anti-Qing righteous man, he should turn a blind eye and respect his national integrity.

In addition, after thinking about these ins and outs, Shen Shuren's inner determination to fight against the Qing Dynasty has been further strengthened - in history, when Shen Tingyang was defeated and died, his entire family, including more than [-] members of the family, did not surrender, and all were captured by Tartar. Son killed.

So don't look at Shen Shuren taking away a rich young master, it seems to be very profitable.But he also has a great responsibility. He must fight against the Qing Dynasty with his life.

……

On the other hand, Shen Tingyang was overjoyed when he found out that his son finally woke up. All other troubles were temporarily left behind, and he thanked the doctor repeatedly:

"Mr. Xinglin is really the holy hand of Xinglin. I think the dog will be fully recovered soon. Thanks to brother Zheng Xian's eagerness to seek justice, seek a doctor and donate medicine, in the future..."

The second half of Shen Tingyang's sentence turned to the bearded man, but he was interrupted before he finished speaking:
"Brother Shen, why do you have to be anxious? The illness comes like a mountain, and the illness disappears like a thread. Even if the nephew wakes up, he can't take care of it for a few months? Mr. Wang, do you think this is the truth?"

The doctor hesitated for a few seconds, then echoed: "Mr. Shen is tall and fat, and the evil fire is stagnant. After taking the medicine, although the surface disperses a little, but the heat is coming, you should be careful."

This is medically sound, and there is no doubt about it.

The bearded man listened, touched the stubble and laughed, and bowed his hands to Shen Tingyang:

"Brother Shen, you see that Mr. Wang said the same thing. You should consider it. I will keep the gift, and treat it as medicine for my nephew. It's getting late, so I will leave, so as not to delay my nephew's recuperation. "

Shen Tingyang's expression was embarrassed, but he didn't dare to object: "I really have Brother Lao, how can the dog afford such courtesy. He just woke up today, so it is inevitable that he will not have all the courtesy, and he will come to the door to pay homage in the future."

Having said that, Shen Tingyang had no choice but to send the guests and the doctor out first.

As soon as Shen Tingyang left, the maid in the room hurriedly came over, rubbed Shen Shuren's chest and wiped the sweat, and whispered distressedly: "You are awake, young master, these days have scared us to death."

Shen Shuren had no intention of being beautiful, and just wanted to know more about the situation, so he asked: "My head is still a little dizzy, and I can't remember the situation before the coma. How did I get sick? Who was the guest just now?"

The maid at the head was named Qingzhi, she couldn't help but stunned when she heard the words, and then sighed:

"It's not that you want 1 taels of silver to buy the sister who sings in Lixiangyuan as a concubine. If the master refuses, you will be awkward, and you will suffer from heat stroke for some reason.

We don't know what's going on outside.After you fell ill, it happened that Nanjing Guozijian sent a letter, saying that the imperial court favored the children of gentry and officials, and asked you to go to Nanjing. The guest may have something to do with this. "

1 taels to buy a song? !Hearing this, he couldn't help being dumbfounded. Is the tongue made of gold or the lips are made of gold.

However, this is all absurdity committed by Shen Lin. It has nothing to do with his personal affairs, he probably knows it, and he doesn't want to talk about it.

Qing Zhi obediently stopped the topic, asked the young master if he was hungry, and went to the kitchen to get a bowl of shrimp spring noodles.

Shen Shuren took a few mouthfuls of clear soup and felt more comfortable.

On the other side, Shen Tingyang also finished sending the guests and went back to the house to check on his son.Seeing that his son could eat, he felt more at ease, and waved the maids away.

Shen Shuren put down the bowl and pondered what to say: "My child was really extravagant before... Fortunately, I have figured it out now."

Shen Tingyang waved his hand with a wry smile: "Don't betray yourself in the future! What is money, the key is that you haven't got a wife yet, so you can't be too pretentious to take a concubine.

Well, these are little things.Alas, I originally received an invitation from the Guozijian to send you to Nanjing.Now I have to take my time to recover from my illness, which is really a big delay! "

This is the second time Shen Shuren has heard people mention Guozijian.

He thought to himself: Since it is the Chongzhen period now, time is running out, to save the Han civilization, he must climb up as soon as possible.

Going to the Guozijian to study is a waste of time, but if you are a springboard for buying an official, you can consider it if you occupy the kennel and do not study.

Shen Shuren tentatively expressed his intentions: "My child's illness is getting better quickly, it can't be delayed."

Shen Tingyang did not treat his son as an outsider, and sighed unguardedly: "It's too late!"

Shen Shuren couldn't help being secretly alert.

Just now, he felt that Shen Tingyang was acting weird. For example, he and the visitor seemed to be brothers, but after carefully figuring out the subtext of the two, it was not difficult to hear the hidden confrontation.

He rolled his eyes and asked, "Father, who is the distinguished guest just now?"

There is nothing to hide about this question, and Shen Tingyang said it straight: "That's Zheng Hongkui and Zheng Dusi from Fujian. Do you know Zheng Zhilong, the chief soldier of Fujian coastal defense? Zheng Dusi is his fourth brother."

Shen Shuren pondered: "Father said 'it's too late' just now. Could it be that Zheng Dusi obstructed and didn't want my father to send me to Nanjing? Or is it Zheng Zhilong who obstructed it from behind?"

"Did you hear it?" Shen Tingyang was slightly surprised, but didn't think much about it.

Seeing that Shen Shuren had guessed correctly, he hurriedly asked: "What does our Shen family have to do with him, Zheng Zhilong? Why should my father be afraid of him?"

Shen Tingyang subconsciously defended himself: "How can I be afraid of him! I'm worried that I accidentally missed a big event! Forget it, I don't understand the state's important affairs with you, you should take good care of yourself first."

Shen Shuren knew that trust was not established all at once, so he took a step back for the time being: "That being the case, I would like to read the letter from the Guozijian for myself. Is it alright? This is related to my future studies."

Shen Tingyang thought about it for a second, it's okay.

About sending his son to Nanjing, he received two letters, one dark and one bright.

The dark letter was sent by Yang Ge, and he has already burned it.

The letter from Ming was sent by Nanjing Guozijian Company.

So he casually agreed: "Since you want to make progress, I'll have Shen Fu bring it to your study in a while, so you can rest first."

After all, he turned to leave.

"Father, my son has something to ask for." Shen Shuren hurriedly stopped him and took the opportunity to make his last request.

Shen Tingyang turned back: "what's the matter?"

Shen Shuren: "Although I haven't reached the crown yet, since I'm going to be admitted to the Imperial College, I should have a word for it. I thought about it just now and thought that 'shuren' is a good word, and I asked my father to give it this word."

Shen Tingyang thought about it for a while, then nodded: "Since you are named Lin, this word is also appropriate. Guanzi said, 'Ten years of trees, lifelong trees', I hope you can do it yourself and be worthy of this word."

(End of this chapter)