How to make a famous minister

Zhang Weixian's study room is extremely simple, with a table, a tea set, a map, and a bookshelf, and nothing else.There are no seats, only two futons.

Zhang Weixian sat on a futon, Fan Xuanchao saluted, Zhang Weixian let him sit on another futon with a "hmm", and took the teapot to pour tea, with a calm expression and no abnormal expression.

Seeing this, Fan Xuanchao became even more frightened.Although he didn't know what he was afraid of, but he had the feeling of being taken out of the classroom by the class teacher to meet the dean, and he was a little uncertain about what this British uncle was thinking.

He is a British Duke who is a very courteous man, and he is the son of his concubine sister, but the British Duke is neither as affectionate as an ordinary uncle to his nephew, nor is he as indifferent as a rich relative to a poor relative.The British old lady once said that Fan Jingwen is a rare close friend of the British father, but Fan Xuanchao saw them getting along, and he was not much warmer to him than the British father.

In short, this powerful uncle of his has an indifferent appearance every day, as if he wants to become a monk to seek the Tao at any time.

Although many people in the Imperial College and in Wuqiao County used this relationship to curry favor with him, Fan Xuanchao has always been careful not to get involved with this relationship.It wasn't that he was afraid of causing trouble to the Duke of England, but he knew that although he was the nephew of the Duke of England, Zhang Weixian didn't take him too seriously.

It's always embarrassing for a fox to pretend to be a tiger.

"I don't know if my uncle recruited me today, what's your order?"

After Fan Xuanchao finished speaking, Zhang Weixian didn't speak either. He first poured a cup of tea and drank it with his head raised, his eyes narrowed slightly as if he was drinking tea.After a while, Zhang Weixian finished tasting, and raised his hand to pour Fan Xuanchao a cup, "Try it too, this is the new Emei Snow Bud this year, spring tea is precious, so it needs to be cultivated and tasted carefully."

"Thank you, Uncle." Fan Xuanchao didn't have much research on tea, but he has learned to drink tea over the years.Mrs. Zhang was born in an honorable family, and he is the most picky about the food and service. After all these years, although he is not a big tea taster, he still knows the good tea and the bad tea.

Fan Xuanchao took a sip, and the taste was indeed fresh and strong, "Good tea." Zhang Weixian probably asked him to explain the advantages of this tea, so Fan Xuanchao simply said directly, "Emei Xueya, the tea leaves are flat, flat The characteristics of smooth, smooth, straight and sharp, the tea brewed from this cup is fragrant and fragrant, and the color is green and oily, which makes people feel refreshed."

Zhang Weixian said: "How does this soup taste?"

"The tea is green and bright, and the taste is mellow and elegant. This is the best tea."

Fan Xuanchao thought that when he drank tea at Zhang's place, he didn't know anything about these fragrant tastes, he only knew how to quench his thirst, and was laughed at by Zhang's as a cow drinking a donkey, so he forced him to learn how to taste tea.Mrs. Zhang is also a young lady of the British government, and she probably taught it from her. I guess this review can pass the test, right?

Zhang Weixian sneered, and poured a whole pot of tea on the ground, "How about this?"

Fan Xuanchao didn't expect that he would dump all the good Emei Xueya. Although he didn't know the price, the price of the "golden" tea that Zhang Weixian said was beyond his imagination.Zhang Weixian splashed it as soon as he said it, and he couldn't be more embarrassing.

But compared to Emei Xueya, Fan Xuanchao was more shocked by Zhang Weixian's actions.Zhang Weixian has always been a cold and indifferent person, and Fan Xuanchao was surprised by his sudden act of turning over the whole tea.

The recent big and small things quickly flashed through his mind, except for saying that he did not want to study in front of Mrs. Zhang and Mr. Chen, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Sure enough, he heard Zhang Weixian ask: "Pour out all the tea, so what?"

If Fan Xuanchao was a sophomore boy, he could have stuck his neck and said, "You pour your tea, does it have anything to do with me?"

If Fan Xuanchao is a young man, if he wants to make jokes, after this time, he can say: "Tea is so expensive, the local tyrant wants to hug my thigh!"

But Fan Xuanchao had already passed the age of the second year of middle school, and he was not in a perfect personality, so he could only behave politely: "Tea is precious, and the tea growers are hardworking. Uncle just fell like this. It's a pity for good tea."

Zhang Weixian said: "Now you know that it's a pity to have a good pot of tea, but if a person knows his own future, what should he do?"

"Uncle, I'm not ruining my future, but this future looks like a golden light, but it's a rotten mess inside!" Fan Xuanchao said, since he talked with Mr. Chen a few days ago, he vented all his bad emotions, Much calmer now. "I am willing to study like Xie Xuan, but if I want to join such an officialdom, I would rather not know a single word."

Zhang Weixian clenched his fist with his right hand and slammed the wooden table hard. The teacup in front of Fan Xuanchao jumped, fell to the ground, and broke.

"A good man works for the country and the people, but you only know how to evade responsibility! You put the people of the world in dire straits and don't care about it, you only know how to enjoy yourself! If the Ming Dynasty wanted to rule the world with a literati like you, you don't know how much the country will be destroyed. year!"

"When I was studying, I also wanted to serve the country, but now you look at Liaodong and Wei Zhongxian. It's not that I don't want to be an official in the court, but that the court is chilling! If it was a peaceful and prosperous age, I would naturally be willing -"

"Snapped!"

Fan Xuanchao only felt a gust of wind on his face, darkness in his eyes, and burning pain on his cheeks.It wasn't until Zhang Weixian spoke that Fan Xuanchao knew he had been slapped.

Fan Xuanchao was so shocked that he couldn't speak, he grew up so big, he only got into trouble and was beaten by his own father.Although he keeps claiming that Zhang Weixian is his uncle, in fact he is more of "Ming Dynasty British Duke Zhang Weixian".Being hit like this all of a sudden, Fan Xuanchao couldn't even react, he didn't know how to react.

Zhang Weixian doesn't care about him so much, he was born in the army, and the education of his two sons and one nephew is that filial sons are born under the stick.Hitting Fan Xuanchao was more of a subconscious reaction to teaching his son a lesson.

Ever since his sister Zhang said that Fan Xuanchao didn't want to study and become an official, Zhang Weixian was very angry.He didn't want to add a civil servant faction to the British government, but he was angry that Fan Xuanchao only knew that he was safe and sound, and turned a blind eye to Daming and the emperor.

Zhang Weixian's son, he knows that although he is loyal, he is old-fashioned and does not know how to adapt. The times of peace are good, but now there are queens who are greedy for tigers, and Wei Zhongxian is threatening power inside. It is not an exaggeration to say that life is in crisis .Originally, Fan Xuanchao, whom he had placed high hopes on their family, now only knew that he was timid and afraid of death. Why didn't Zhang Weixian get angry?

"The country is at a critical moment, but you only want to save your life. If your father knew that he had such a son, he would not be proud of it, but ashamed of you! You know that you share life and death with the country. Is this the sage book you read? How are you different from Lu Wanling and Zhu Jie?

The mountains and rivers are declining, but you only know that you hope that others will save the country. You wave the flag behind and shout, leaning against the big tree to enjoy the shade.If all the people in the world are like you, it is not the turn of the Ming Dynasty to crumble, and we are still ruled by the Mongols of the Yuan Dynasty! "

Fan Xuanchao was a little angry when he was beaten, but now he is silent.

He didn't just know how to evade responsibility, but also knew that the Qing army's entry into the pass was not a naive peaceful liberation. The Manchu massacre killed tens of millions of people. The so-called Yangzhou Ten Days and Jiading Three Massacres were all bloody and terrible of terrorist incidents.Blindly demanding to conform to history is actually the executioner of the people who are living now.

Mr. Chen's words had already shaken his heart, and Zhang Weixian's scolding and slap in the face were even more like thunder.

How is his blind avoidance different from Lu Wanling and Zhu Jie flattering Wei Zhongxian?It's just that they did it, and he stood by.