Pa, pa, pa.

Wang Yi raised his palm and said, "I have benefited a lot in these few hours today. With this matter alone, Fu Ren can be called a talented man."

Are the talented people of ancient times so worthless?

In modern times, I am a slutty man who has no money, no power and no partner, and I have become a talented man?

Did I say I was born at the wrong time?

"I'm sorry for the truth, but I really can't take this word." Chen Wen smiled bitterly in his heart. From the beginning of the meal, his rhythm was always controlled by Wang Jiang. He had to say what should be said and what should not be said.

I really underestimated the ancients.

"Don't Fu Ren think about it anymore?"

Are you planning to throw the cup as a digit? Chen Wen took a deep breath. No, according to the personalities of these two people in the history books, this is not the case.

"I hope the master will forgive me. I have considered this before going south. After arriving in Nanjing, the uncle who was here also suggested that he would go down this way. If the two Shangguans find it inconvenient, they will go down the mountain and will not bother them." After that, Chen Wen stood up and bowed.

At this time, Wang Jiang also stood up and persuaded: "Fu Ren misunderstood, and I have no other intentions. I just don't know how much silver Fu Ren needs."

Chen Wen thought about it and had been exchanging goods for the past few days, and he had no idea about the prices these days. He forgot who said that in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, one hundred taels of silver would be enough for a person to eat and drink from Jiangnan to Beijing. There was still plenty of money.

However, at this time it was the end of the Ming Dynasty, with silver depreciation and chaos. So, the enemy would be lenient.

"Two hundred taels of silver."

Wang Jiang smiled and said, "It's better to do this. I will give Fu Ren 100 taels first, just to consider it as a deposit. After confirming that the Tartars had the intention to attack Siming Mountain, I will hand over the rest to Fu Ren. Then I will give 200 taels of silver to strengthen Fu Ren's conduct. How about it?"

"Then I would like to thank you two Shangguan Shengqing." Chen Wen sighed. It was indeed not so easy to leave. But there was no need to worry. There was more than a month left before September, so time should be enough. Besides, he had some other plans.

"It's too late today, and I'll send someone to Fu Ren early tomorrow morning." After seeing Chen Wen thanking him, Wang Jiang brought tea to see him off. "After chatting for so long, Fu Ren must be tired, so why not go back and rest first. If you think of something, you can come over at any time."

"Thank you, the two Shangguan Tihuai, for saying goodbye."

After saying that, Chen Wen followed the two of them out. The little official was still waiting at the door of the hall.

Chen Wen bowed and followed the clerk away and walked towards the injured and sick place.

Wang Jiang suddenly said as he looked at Chen Wen's departure: "Wanxun, do you think the uncle he said is Qian Muzhai?"

Sure enough, as soon as this said, Wang Yi's expression changed. "If this is true, then everything can be explained."

Qian Muzhai is Qian Qianyi, and Muzhai is his name. From the early literary leader and the boss of Donglin to the later time when the water was too cold and his scalp was itchy. The name Qian Qianyi can be regarded as well as thunder in both the Ming and modern times.

In the third year of Yongli, that is, last year, Qian Qianyi, with the encouragement of his concubine Liu Rushi, sent a letter to his student Qu Shixi with the "Three Bureaus of the Luping" and began to actively instigate him to rebel against the Qing army general, Ma Jinbao, who was then the general of Jinhua. The latter also showed a rat-headed attitude in the subsequent battle in Nanjing, which was not unrelated to Qian Qianyi's rebellion.

However, at this time, Qian Qianyi's reputation was far from being whitewashed, and he was still within the gathering of ten miles of stinking against the wind.

In their opinion, since Qian Qianyi had once surrendered, he must have had some contact with the Han officials who were still in the Qing court. It was not impossible for him to get such information; secondly, Chen Wen's so-called uncle may have bets on both sides or faced with others. If it were the latter, even if he was willing to report to the truth, Chen Wen would be afraid that they would have doubts about the information after hearing Qian Qianyi's name.

The most important thing is that Zheng Chenggong was a student of Qian Qianyi. He can be said to be among the legitimate elders of the Ming Dynasty in Southern Zhili, and there is the most reason to suggest that others vote for Zheng Chenggong.

At this time, Chen Wen had no idea that he had been mistaken for the nephew of Qian. The reason for this result was very simple - the information asymmetry between time travelers and "indigenous people" was absolutely inequality, that is, the history in the eyes of time travelers and the future in the eyes of "indigenous people". This is also the only reliance that Chen Wen has in the face of this era now.

After thinking about it, Wang Yi looked complicated. This assumption forced him to re-examine Chen Wen's words and deeds. After all, he needed to be responsible for the life and death of the entire Simingshan Ming Army.

In his eyes, Chen Wen was proficient in reading and literacy, and had a certain understanding of Haimao. And this may be just the tip of the iceberg of the knowledge he possessed. Although this was completely inconsistent with his age, he always felt that he could not understand this person, and he believed that Wang Jiang also had this feeling.

Now the Tartars have occupied most of China, and the Emperor Ming is in danger. Even in places like Zhejiang, where the resistance was extremely strong, few scholars were willing to join the royal army, and more of them either chose to live in seclusion or went to the Qing Dynasty.

In ancient times, when the literacy rate was low, it was a vegetable to be transferred to a basin, and who would be willing to give up talents to others? Even if it might be related to the infamous Qian Qianyi.

"In two days, let Jiuru talk to him."

Wang Jiang thought for a while, a smile flashed across his lips. "I'm afraid that this kind of person can go south from Beizhili to this point is not something Jiuru can convince him. It would be better to let him live with Sun Heiying for a while, which may be able to change his impression of the King of Zhejiang."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yi was stunned at first, then smiled and said, "You Uncle Wang Chang can think of it, just do that."

After solving Chen Wen's problem, Wang Jiang looked worried. "What should I do if Xinchang is happening?"

Speaking of this issue, Wang Yi returned to his previous calmness. "This matter is already on the string and has to be fired. We must guard Siming Mountain and try to repel the Tartars. As long as Yu Bo and Chen Shuai and Liu Shuai can succeed and gain a foothold, then the royal army will have great potential next year."

"What if I can't hold on?"

Wang Yi thought about the words Chen Wen mentioned earlier about Zhang Mingzhen and Wang Chaoxian, and his eyes became more and more firm, and only four words burst out from his mouth.

"It's just death."

The sound is like a splitting stone, and the heart is like an orchid.

Hearing this, Wang Jiang sighed and said, "That's all. I hope that Uncle Yu and the others can succeed, so that even if we die here, it will be worth it."

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"Ah Yeh!"

At this time, Chen Wen had returned to the injury center. He wiped his nose and thought to himself that something was wrong.

Isn't this a cold going to be repeated?

Thinking of this, he immediately tightened the quilt on his body, thinking about it with a bad taste.

When you are weak, you can't get cold water, otherwise you will get sick. No wonder Qian Qianyi can live to be 83 years old. There are indeed two brushes for this health preservation. I just don't know what it means to be too itchy on the scalp, and do you have dandruff?

Bypassing away these random thoughts, Chen Wen began to recall the process of talking with Wang Yi and Wang Jiang today.

At the beginning of the period, relying on the advantages of preemptive and information, I took the initiative in conversation. After taking a shower and having dinner, my previous advantages no longer exist. And because of my mental relaxation, my performance can only be described as clumsy. I was led by Wang Jiang from beginning to end. It is precisely for this reason that I have said too much that I shouldn’t say.

This bath was speechless. Could it be that I would stop taking a bath for a few days before doing a major event in the future?

Then if it comes to the words of the Seven Character Party, wouldn’t it become Chen Furen who doesn’t like taking a bath?

Thinking of this, Chen Wen had to comfort himself a little.

Wang Yi and Wang Jiang were just children and were only in their early thirties. If they were to be peaceful, they should follow the normal career path of a scholar in the Ming Dynasty. They would first be juren, jinshi, or even top scholars, and then start from small officials such as proclaimers, county magistrates, and chief clerks, and move forward step by step until the officialdom has been ups and downs for twenty or thirty years, and may find their own position in the center.

But now it is a turbulent and turbulent era in the turbulent times. They can only become the third-rank high in just a few years. There is no doubt that all this is obtained through their own loyalty and ability, and they deserve it. However, experience and experience are not determined by their official positions. Compared with those who have been through the officialdom for a long time, they should still be too immature.

Wang Yi and Wang Jiang did not put too much pressure on themselves during the past two days. For Chen Wen, although almost all what he said so far was made up by himself, these were bound to happen or were impossible to verify by the other party. After more than ten days of repeated considerations along the way, he felt that he had not left any handle.

After the traditional education of Confucianism, the ancients should be more loyal and honest than modern people, right?

I hope so.

From this era, Chen Wen felt that he had a strong sense of defense against everything and people in the unfamiliar environment and the suspicion and fear that arise.

Damn, I didn’t have persecution paranoia, I’m not a psychiatrist these days.

Forget it, let's think about what to do tomorrow.
Chapter completed!