Zhang Fuzhi was very old and was also a second-rank official before retiring. He was no worse than Zhou Weijing. He just bowed his hand when he came in, and his face was covered in a grim manner.

He looked at Zhou Weijing and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Zhou, I have heard everything. I am here on behalf of the elders of Hangzhou/zhou and tell Lord Zhou that we all support Lord Zhou in punishing the murderers and maintaining the peace of Hangzhou/zhou."

Zhou Weijing looked indifferent and his eyes twitched slightly. He remembered that a few years ago, there was a mutiny in Hangzhou and he was the governor. The old man said the same thing in the capital. As a result, except for the deputy general, everyone else was acquitted and the matter was left unresolved.

His eyes swept over the people in the lobby. Except for a few people, everyone stared at him intently, dodging in their eyes with indescribable dodge.

Zhou Weijing's anger arose again. At this moment, he deeply understood that the court was imminent to pursuing the officialdom, and it would be impossible not to purify it!

But he was not impulsive, and a smile appeared on his face, looking at Zhang Fuzhi and said, "What the boss said is."

Zhang Fuzhi also saw the situation in the lobby clearly, and knew that even if Zhou Weijing was not a master, he should be a little panicked and said with a sharp look: "Mr. Zhou, I am not saying anything. I need to do anything, just say it clearly!"

Zhou Weijing took a deep breath, looked at Zhang Fuzhi, then looked at Zhou Zhikui and others, and said, "Your Madam, don't bother, I will deal with it properly."

Seeing that Zhou Weijing was still very alert to him, Zhang Fuzhi refused to say more, his eyes flashed and he didn't say anything more.

However, Zhou Zhikui did not mean to let Zhou Weijing go, and chased him and said, "Master Zhou, the scholars are waiting outside the door, and I hope you can go out and comfort me!"

The so-called "comfort" is to force Zhou Weijing to make some guarantees.

Zhou Weijing couldn't compromise. This was the national government of Emperor Zhu Xu. He was unwilling to give in his heart. He looked at Zhou Zhikui coldly and said to Zhang Fuzhi: "Mr. Zhang, please say a few words. I have important things to discuss with you."

Zhang Fuzhi's turbid eyes flashed with wisps of light, but he did not refuse, and said, "Okay, I will comfort the scholars outside the door for Lord Zhou."

Zhou Weijing nodded lightly and turned around and walked towards the inner hall.

Zhou Zhikui naturally wanted Zhou Weijing to speak, so that he could force the governor's yamen to give in. But when he saw Zhou Weijing's determination, he glanced at Zhang Fuzhi and had a plan.

Zhang Fuzhi watched Zhou Weijing leave, stopped coughing, glanced at the remaining people, turned around and walked slowly out the door.

Zhou Zhikui hurriedly followed him and whispered in a deep sense: "Sir, you can talk more."

Zhang Fuzhi glanced at him expressionlessly, how could he not see his thoughts? He said indifferently: "Mr. Zhou, everyone has rules. You can do it within rules, but you can die outside rules."

Zhou Zhikui frowned and said with a somewhat ugly expression: "Sir, what does this mean?"

Zhang Fuzhi could not understand this junior, so he slowly came to the front door.

Li Deru walked over and looked at Zhang Fuzhi's back next to Zhou Zhikui, and sneered: "Don't you know that this old man's nickname is 'two-faced thief', how could he openly offend Zhou Weijing!"

Zhou Zhikui suddenly regretted it and did not stop Zhou Weijing.

Outside the Hangzhou/Zhou Prefecture Office, Hou Qizeng, Chen Zilong and others were hiding in the crowd and shouting loudly.

"Then the Qingming Festival, and the Zhejiang/Jiangxi justice!"

"Damn the official and the mediocre official, get out of Zhejiang/jiang!"

One louder than another, as time slowly passed, more than 300 people gathered together, and the governor's yamen was surrounded by water!

When Zhang Fuyi walked out, a scholar rushed forward and shouted: "Mr. Zhang, you are my ancestor of Hangzhou/zhou. You must protect our scholars. How dare you ask the governor what he said?"

"Yes, the imperial court wants to suppress us, abolish the imperial examinations, and cut off our careers. I hope the old master will speak up for justice!"

"Sir, you want to speak justice for us!"

A group of scholars surrounded him and shouted that Zhang Fuzhi would help him speak.

Zhang Fuzhi had a sharp look and saw a few familiar figures in the crowd. His expression became cold and scolded: "Enough, it's a serious crime to surround the government office, and I'll be dismissed! In a few days, the governor Zhou will give everyone a satisfactory explanation, do whatever he should do!"

Zhang Fuzhi put on airs. With his age and prestige, it is really hard to compete with the students who have become poor students. What's more, he is Zhang Pu's "parent", and they all need people to respect.

After Zhang Fuzhi finished speaking, he walked slowly with a cane.

The crowd was originally a mob, but was urged to come. There was no discipline at the moment. When they looked at each other, someone said they wanted to leave, so they started to leave in groups. Soon, the Hangzhou/Zhou Yamen returned to normal, and all the scholars disappeared without a trace.

Although the scholars left, the impact of a series of events was expanding rapidly. Zhou Weijing encountered trouble in political reform, and not only stagnated, but also became extremely slow. Some officials who had originally relied on him now have inexplicable attitudes.

Wang Yongguang from the Governor's Office had little influence. The troops garrisoned in various prefectures that had been renovated and were not affected by the reunion.

But just one day, Zhou Weijing angrily threw a cup in the Hangzhou/zhou government office. A backbone of Fushe gave him a memorial. The names of the people were all from Fushe, and asked the governor's office to focus on promotion and appointment!

This is also a strange story. A scholar from the people actually gave him a list and asked him to appoint officials based on the list.

It's simply ridiculous!

Li Dongxu was also shocked by the courage of the people who were in Fushe, and stood aside and said, "Sir, Fushe is too arrogant and needs to be curbed as soon as possible."

Zhou Weijing also knew that, but now he was trapped in the quagmire of Zhejiang and Jiangxi officialdom and had no ability to deal with the resumption of society. His first priority was to political reform. Only by completing political reform can he control the government affairs of Hangzhou and Zhou and have power. Otherwise, he would be restrained everywhere. He would not know if he could not do anything, and he would not know when he died one day!

He sat there with a blue face, changing for a while, and said, "Continue to keep staring at the Censorate. I will deal with it as soon as possible. I will go out for a few days, and you are here to stare."

Li Dongxu didn't know what Zhou Weijing wanted to deal with it. In his opinion, there was no way to do it, except for the court to give in and appease the scholars of Jiangnan.

Not far from Hangzhou/zhou Prefecture, a large yard has been renovated and prisons have also risen from the ground.

In a cell, Tian Ergeng sat on a chair, licking the dagger in his hand and looking at the opposite side, a young man tied up tightly and covered in blood.

There was a scar on Tian Ergeng's face, which looked ferocious as soon as he moved. In addition, his actions were even more terrifying.

The young man opposite was disheveled and looked at Tian Ergeng through the gaps in his hair, trembling all over, and cursed: "The eunuch party lackey, the East Factory Hawk, our character is not just a mere torture instrument to surrender!"

Tian Ergeng sat there unmoved, carefully fumbled into the dagger in his hand, and said absent-mindedly, "Give you a chance to give me a first report, otherwise I will copy your Zhang family!"

Zhang Cai's mouth moved, and then gritted his teeth and said with hatred: "Don't think about it! My Zhang family is a prominent family in Jiangdong, so how could you copy it as soon as you say it!"

Tian Ergeng smiled grimly on his face and looked at him with a stern look: "It seems you don't know how many people I killed in Yingtian Mansion? How many marquises, how many second- and third-rank officials? Don't mention your Zhang family, that Zhang Pu, I just copied it!"

Zhang Cai's face, hidden behind the messy hair, changed. He knew about Nanzhili, but he didn't understand it very well. But if the Dongchang confiscated their house, it would be different. You can't take any risks even if you have any risks.

In the current Ming Dynasty, without the support of the family, it is difficult to make a comeback!

A Dongchang man walked in and whispered in Tian Ergeng's ear: "Sir, my father-in-law went straight to Yun/Nan."

Tian Ergeng didn't care, looked at Fengbian and said, "Well, this person, don't starve to death. If you have nothing to do, just go to the imperial examination. Governor Zhou dragged it first, and said we are investigating."

"Yes!" That son clasped his fists and walked out quickly.

Zhang Cai listened to Tian Ergeng's words and felt a trembling heart. He looked up and said coldly: "Cast Dog, what are your conspiracies? You have the ability to come for me!"

Tian Ergeng's eyes twitched and he sneered with a ferocious sneer, "You can bear it if I come for you!"

Zhang Cai's disappearance did not cause much noise outside. The people in Fushe thought they were locked up at home, while the people in the Zhang family believed that they were hiding with the people in Fushe.

In the eyes of the Zhang family these days, Zhang Pu has calmed down and read the book honestly.

At this moment, Zhang Pu splashed ink, and the regular characters in the regular script were quickly lined up on the sheets of paper.

He is not copying books, but writing letters!

Zhang Pu is a person with great ambitions. This time, he felt that he was not strong enough when facing the Governor's yamen. He needed greater strength to make the Governor's yamen "knowing the mistakes and admitting his mistakes". These letters were written to some people who had only heard of or knew about them, and these people were also the leader of the Cultural Society!

He wants to unite them to establish a larger cultural club!

"The Ming Dynasty needs to change, only I can save the Ming Dynasty!" Zhang Pu's eyes flashed with hot light and he whispered softly.

He packed the letters one by one and was going to send them tonight. He had already chosen the place and wanted to meet the heroes of the world in Huqiu for a while!

Zhang Fuzhi returned to the mansion, took a sip of tea, looked at the manager next to him coldly, and said, "What are Qiandu doing?"

The manager looked at Zhang Fuzhi carefully and said, "The Eighth Master has been studying in the room and has never been out."

Zhang Fuzhi stared at the manager with a cold look, his face extremely indifferent.

The manager was nervous, and he knelt down with a thud and cried, "Master, the eighth young master went out last night, so young he couldn't stop him!"

Before, the Zhang family didn't care about Zhang Pu, but since the resumption of the society, no one dared to underestimate it.

Zhang Fuzhi looked cold, but he was not angry, but said in a cold tone: "Remember to me, if I live for one day, the Zhang family will have to listen to me. If you dare to let him out again, I will break your limbs!"

The manager knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, "Yes, the young man will never dare to do it again!"

In history, Zhang Fuzhi did not live next year. Zhang Pu was the Jinshi in the middle of the year after. Another year, the Tiger Hill Conference held shocked the world and made the capital look at it.

After Zhang Fuzhi took care of the housework, he turned to the backyard to rest.

At the same time, on the official road from Yingtianfu to Hangzhou/zhou, carriages filled with Dongchang Across the Yangtze River at a very fast speed and headed straight for Hangzhou/zhou.
Chapter completed!