December 3rd.

The capital, Zhang's house.

Zhang Juzheng stood in the study with his hands on his back, looking at the snowflakes falling outside the window in a daze.

It’s snowing, it’s finally snowing.

The first snow in the sixth year of Wanli was a little later than in previous years, but it finally came.

Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, and next year will surely be another good year.

Although Zhang Juzheng was the chief minister of the cabinet, he was still very concerned about agriculture and sericulture.

Agriculture is the foundation of the country, and the foundation of the country must not be shaken in the slightest.

This is related to the issue of tens of millions of people in the empire for food. If the farming incident goes wrong, it will starve to death.

If the dynasty is stable and the imperial destiny is forever, the people must be filled.

How could Zhang Juzheng not understand such a simple truth?

It is said that governing a country is like governing a family, but this country is much more difficult to manage than a family.

If there are too many people, each has his own thoughts and their own ideas. If you keep one side tight and the other side, you will stop working. What can you do if you cry poorly?

Zhang Juzheng sighed and reached out to catch a few snowflakes.

He hadn't felt that kind of ice-moist feeling for a long time.

He suddenly remembered what Ning Xiu said to him when he was in his hometown in Jingzhou this year. Reform must be firm, but there can be some emphasis on the formalities.

Zhang Juzheng felt more and more that what he said made sense, and he had already expressed his opinions on some issues. I just hope that these officials in the court can understand his painstaking efforts.

This home is really hard to be.

"Master, Master, someone is here in Jiangling."

The personal old servant Zhang Feng bowed to Zhang Juzheng and reported respectfully.

"Oh? Bring it in."

"yes."

Zhang Feng owed his body and left the study room. In a short while, he brought the sender from Zhang's house in Jiangling to the house.

"Little Zhang Chun pays homage to the master."

Zhang Juzheng raised his hand and signaled him to stand up and speak.

"What, but what's important about Jiangling?"

Although Zhang Juzheng spoke very calmly, the aura of the superiors he had developed over the years was still a bit breathless.

"Report to the master, it is the third young master who has a letter to deliver to the master and also an account book."

After saying that, he took off a small package and handed it over respectfully.

Zhang Juzheng untied the package, opened the envelope with a knife, and took out Zhang Maoxiu's handwritten letter.

His expression changed drastically after less than half a cup of tea.

"master......"

Zhang Feng was the most able to observe his expressions. When he saw Zhang Juzheng's expression was not good, he couldn't help but ask with concern.

Zhang Juzheng raised his hand and said to Zhang Chun: "Have you read this account book?"

Zhang Chun knelt down on the ground with a pounce, kowtowed repeatedly, "I haven't seen it before. The third young master just told me to hand over the package to the master, but the young man had never opened it."

Zhang Juzheng nodded with satisfaction: "Well, go down."

Zhang Chun quickly got up and retreated in panic.

Zhang Juzheng held the account book and walked to the candlestick, signaling Zhang Feng to light the candle.

Zhang Feng quickly took out the fire broker and ignited the candles. Then he took out a charcoal basin and placed it on the table.

Zhang Juzheng pinched the account book and put it on the flames, watching the flames swallowing the account book bit by bit, and finally he threw it into the charcoal basin.

From beginning to end, Zhang Fengdu stood there and served by the side.

"Do you know what is written in this account book?"

Zhang Juzheng asked quietly.

"The old servant doesn't know."

"The records of my husband's 'crimes' are merely traitors and rely on his power to dominate the master. Haha, hahahaha."

Zhang Juzheng laughed a few times, and his voice suddenly became sad: "I treat him like this, but he repays me like this."

Zhang Feng was so scared that he was sweating profusely.

The master has never been so incompetent. Who made the master so angry?

"Forget it, forgot it. It was me who took a look. This is an ungrateful wolf who is not well-fed."

Zhang Juzheng clenched his right fist tightly and murmured to himself: "I used to fight with Gao Gong in the cabinet, but I was not so heartbroken when I was plotted against by villains. This time I was really heartbroken."

"King Liao, okay, if you want me to die, I will see if you have this ability."

After saying that, he turned to Zhang Feng and said, "Go and get paper and pen."

"yes."

Although Zhang Feng was very worried, he prepared paper and pen as quickly as possible.

Zhang Juzheng took the pen and dipped it in ink, and quickly wrote a handwritten letter. He took the envelope and packed it, and then dripped wax sealed it.

"Talk this handwritten letter to He Zi'ang of the Censorate, he knows what to do."

"Yes, Master."

Zhang Feng took the letter and left respectfully.

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The next morning, a memorial impeachment of Zhang Juzheng was placed in front of the Tongzheng Envoy's envoy Pei Yan in front of the Tongzheng Envoy.

Pei Yan closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead with helplessness.

Why did He Zi'ang suddenly make such a memorial? He was kicked in the head by a donkey?

He was about to be promoted to the right assistant censor. At this time, is it because he was a disgusted as a promiscuous official?

Pei Yan really can't figure it out. What are the minds of these young people now?

He got up and walked a few steps, but still felt that this matter could not be suppressed.

If you suppress it, it seems to be for the sake of Mr. Zhang, but you are suspected of deceiving the emperor.

He doesn't have to take risks for this.

"Come here, send this memorial to the cabinet."

Humph, I can’t let this hot charcoal take over!

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In the cabinet, Zhang Ju was taking a break. Zhang Siwei and Shen Shixing were busy reading the memorials.

The Ming Dynasty was too big, and the memorials sent by various prefectures were filled with a whole room. They could only pick up important tickets based on the classification of Tongzheng Department. As for the rest, they could only leave them first.

Alas, the cabinet is still too few. If they continue to take this photo, they will be exhausted and can't finish reading it.

Then a clerk came with another memorial.

Zhang Siwei waved his hand in disgust and said, "Get out of here, go back."

The clerk was embarrassed: "Gei Xiao Zhang, this memorial was specially ordered by Lord Pei, saying that this matter is of great importance."

Shen Shixing hurried out to smooth things over: "Haha, Ziwei, don't be angry. Lord Pei must have his reason. Anyway, it's just a memorial, so what if you see?"

After saying that, he turned to the clerk and said, "Take it."

The clerk quickly presented the memorial and retreated respectfully.

Shen Shixing expanded his memorial and read it, and after a few glances, his face changed drastically.

"Oh, this person is so bold that he dares to impeach Taiyue Duke."

Zhang Siwei frowned and said, "What? Is this memorial impeached Taiyue Duke?"

Zhang Siwei suddenly remembered the end of his close friend Shen Lun's memorial to impeach Zhang Juzheng and ended up dead in the imperial prison. Is this person desperate for life?

"Who wrote the memorial?"

"The Censorate's Experience Department has He Zi'ang."

He Zi'ang...

Zhang Siwei recited this name silently, as if he had some impression of this person, but he couldn't tell who He Zi'ang was.

"Ziwei, please take a look. The words written in this memorial are too intense!"

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Chapter completed!