How to make a famous minister

Chapter 10

Not long after Fan Xuan was happily studying, the news of the defeat in the Battle of Saarhu came.It wasn't long before he went to Shili Changjie to see off the army, and Mr. Chen's butt was still hot.In the battle of Saarhu, the Ming army was defeated, completely defeated, completely defeated, clearly and clearly, there was nothing left.Liu Ting and Jun Song were killed in battle, and Ma Lin and Li Rubo fled in fear of the battle. More than 310 generals were killed and wounded, and more than 870 soldiers were killed or injured.

What majesty and glory they had when they left the capital, there is nothing left now.The people of the country are in panic all day long. Although they don't believe that Hachi would come in like this directly, it has only been 200 years since they were driven by the Mongols and lived a life that is not as good as pigs and dogs.They are not afraid of subjugation, they are afraid of being slaughtered like a weak Song Dynasty.However, the Ming Dynasty did not have the prosperity of the Great Song Dynasty, nor did the Great Song Dynasty show mercy to the people.

Fan Jingwen is now the head of the Department of Examination of Merit of the Ministry of Officials, in charge of assessing the administrative situation of officials.Encountering this incident, Emperor Wanli demanded an investigation from top to bottom. The officials were so busy that Fan Jingwen hadn't returned home for many days.

It wasn't until Marin, who fled in fear of the war, died in battle again, Li Rubai committed suicide by slashing his neck, and Yang Gao, the Liaodong strategist, was sent to prison and sentenced to death, the thorough investigation of Saerhu's defeat was finally over.

Originally, Fan Jingwen didn't want to bring up this matter with Fan Xuanchao, but he thought that he was going to take the imperial examination in a few months, he was considered a half-adult, and knowing nothing is not a good thing, so he got him to talk.

"Sarhu lost, it's not surprising." Fan Xuanchao said softly, as if he was not speaking to Fan Jingwen, but to himself. "□□Ha Chi ran across Liaodong, and the soldiers and horses of the later Jin Dynasty were strong. There is a saying that 'the Jurchens are invincible'. But our Ming army is just a patchwork army. The soldiers and generals haven't worked together, so how can we succeed."

"When your uncle was worried, I also said that Liu Ting, Jun Jun, Ma Lin, and Li Rubai were all generals who had been on the battlefield and won the three major campaigns. I didn't expect that they were all Zhao Kuo on paper." Fan Jingwen sighed. , "I have pity on my tens of thousands of Ming soldiers and hundreds of miles of fertile land!"

Fan Xuanchao was silent.When he met the refugees, he would have nightmares from time to time throughout the winter, thinking of those terrible scenes.Since Liaodong was defeated in March, tens of thousands of Liaodong people who lost their homes have gathered at the foot of the capital.That is not a refugee who goes back in the spring to survive a winter, but a complete war refugee.People in Beijing have opened a porridge market, and the government has opened up camps, but these are not the solution.

Fan Xuanchao had gone deep into those refugee camps that were more desperate than the winter refugees, sometimes with the work of the Ma and Zhang factions, and sometimes on his own initiative.But he probably has a very poor mental quality. Every time he comes back from the refugee camp, his complexion is very ugly, and he wakes up with night sweats when he sleeps at night, or he is trapped in a nightmare and cannot break free.

After a few times, Mrs. Zhang forbade him to go again.However, the burning, killing, looting, rape of women, and the conscription of the Ming army that he had heard were all lingering in his mind.The sky above Tieling was thick with smoke, and the safest homeland became a tomb, and blood donations and corpses filled his nightmare.

Waking up from a dark dream every morning, Fan Xuanchao had to ask himself, why time travel?

To witness history, or to change history?

Do you hide effortlessly until you die of old age; or stand up and fight for the soldiers and people who have bled dry?Fan Xuanchao is afraid, he is afraid of hard work, he is afraid of losing to the sewage pond of the court, he is afraid that he will be a car with his own arms, and he is afraid that in the end, he will be nothing and become a laughing stock.

On this day, Fan Xuanchao left school, uncharacteristically, instead of continuing to study and review his homework, he went to the street.Jinglou thought he was going to the refugee camp outside the city again, and reminded: "Madam has issued an order that you are not allowed to go outside the city. Young master, why don't we go home."

Fan Xuanchao was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had unknowingly walked out of the city again.The look of helplessness in the refugee camp appeared in his mind, and Fan Xuanchao shuddered in the heat, "We're not going to the refugee camp." But he didn't want to go home either, and couldn't read.He has always liked to memorize books, and every time he memorizes a book, it is like lighting up an achievement. He took a booklet to record how many books he has memorized.However, recently, even endorsement has seldom made him feel fun, and Fan Xuanchao was feeling sleepy.

"We don't go home, we... go shopping."

The imperial capital of the Ming Dynasty is one of the most prosperous cities in the world. Whether it’s groceries from the north or the south or luxury items, you can even find overseas rare ones. What’s not for sale?what not?Even if you want to buy and sell officials, in a few years, when Wei Zhongxian comes to power, there will be 3000 taels for a magistrate, and 5000 taels for a magistrate.Master Fan Jingwen also said that he looked down on those who bought eunuchs and proctors, and waited for two years to see, who would buy proctors, and directly bought magistrates.

But at this time, it is still not so rampant, and everyone can only buy some objective and material things.But these gold, silver and jade wares, masterpieces of poetry and paintings, Fan Xuanchao didn't even look down on them. He walked past a girl whose head was stuck in straw to sell her body to bury her father expressionlessly, and unknowingly, she walked to Ruihua Building.

At the beginning of this year, he watched the army go out here. At that time, the army was majestic and well-organized, which gave Fan Xuanchao the illusion that "maybe the Ming Dynasty will win".

In the end illusions are nothing more than illusions.

Thinking so, Fan Xuanchao stepped into Ruihua Building with one foot.The clever shop waiter came up to meet him, with a big smile all over his face, and asked, "Young Master Fan, I haven't been here for a long time, but is it still upstairs?"

Fan Xuanchao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you still remember me?" It's been several months since he came last time, so it's hard for him to remember me.

Xiao Er immediately found a breakthrough, and boasted fiercely to Fan Xuanchao: "Young Master Fan is like a tree, and his demeanor is different from ordinary people. Don't mention that he has seen it a few times, even if he looks at it from a distance, he will never forget it."

Fan Xuanchao is only 11 years old this year. In modern times, he is less than the age of the first year of junior high school. In the mouth of this errand, there is such a thing as "Yushu Linfeng" and "Demeanor", which shows the high professional quality of the errand in the store.Although he knew that he was talking nonsense, but Fan Xuanchao was tired of being taken care of as a child. Being praised by a shop boy as an adult, Fan Xuanchao was very satisfied with his years of imbalance.

On the second floor, I still sat in the window seat.Jing Chuan scalded Fan Xuanchao's bowls, chopsticks and cups with hot water, and said, "It's better to come out, the young master came out, and my mood has improved a lot, not as gloomy as the previous two days."

"In a better mood?"

"That's right, young master, you don't know how ugly your face was when you first left the mansion." Jing Ruan said in a rough voice while lowering her eyebrows and mouth corners, "Just like Baogong." Fan Xuanchao laughed , Jingchuan also asked Jinglou to testify for him: "Jinglou, do you think it looks like it?"

Jinglou didn't even look at him, "The young master is in a much better mood than yesterday." How can he be as scary as Bao Gong, the young master is still a child!

Interrupted by the two of them, Fan Xuanchao found that he was not as heavy as before. When he saw the girl selling her body to bury her father by the side of the road, she could also order Jing to go downstairs and give her three or five taels of silver to bury her father, and still leave some shelter. In case it is really sold by someone who doesn't know.Jing Chuan also wanted to go, Fan Xuanchao hurriedly said: "You just stay here for me." If you go down, you will definitely be entangled by the girl and sold into Fan's residence.