The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 168 Yang Sichang's Breaking Bad Plan
"Dayi", this word is very confusing.

It is in the hands of the reader.

What the scholars say is what it is.

The so-called sacrificing one's life for righteousness, the so-called forgetting righteousness for profit, and the so-called small talk of righteousness, all these are as numerous as a cow's hair.

Scholars can always find a reason to explain, and can always justify their various behaviors.

But like tonight, I have never seen it before.

"laugh!"

A small official standing at the end took out a fire pocket, took a few breaths, and lit the extinguished candle amidst the sound of flames flickering.

The moonlight comes like a tide and goes away like a tide.

The door of the room was closed again by the little official, driving Moonlight out of the room.

Zhou Yanru was much more relaxed now.

"Hoohoo!"

He panted heavily, trying to suck back all the air he owed on credit just now.

There was silence all around, except for the sporadic chirping of insects outside the house, the most clear thing was the breathing of everyone.

Zhou Yanru rolled his eyes lightly, then stared at Chen Yan firmly.

A bold idea suddenly came to my mind.

The cold sweat on his body poured out again like rain.

Chongzhen is an adult, but also a "naive" mature emperor.

Childish is poor in government affairs, mature is proficient in the art of the emperor.

Ordinary people can't control it. Over the years, there are countless officials who have been imprisoned by him.

If you can support Zhu Cihong to enter Jinling and ascend the throne, how can a little doll in his early ten years "act recklessly" like Chongzhen?

With the blessing of "Conglong Zhigong", who would dare to say no to the entire Jiangnan, and even the entire Southern Kingdom?
His ideas became more and more daring, and he even thought of a person——Cao Cao.

I couldn't help being taken aback by my own thoughts, panting again and again, trying to calm down the agitation in my heart.

The British Duke sitting on the side is not a fool. On the contrary, the current British Duke is a strong supporter of Chongzhen when he ascended the throne.

How can I not understand the key point here.

But, he also has difficulties.

The capital is the foundation of these northern nobles, and they have been operating here for hundreds of years. If they go south for a while, how will the foundation be restored?

The south is no better than the north, where people are not familiar with the place, and it is also the lair of civil servants. If they go there, how can they play with civil servants like nobles?
However, if you don't go to Jinling Jiangnan and sit in this capital, you will end up with a dead end.

This put Zhang Zhiji in a difficult situation, his brows were tightly frowned, not knowing what to do.

Zhou Yanru was keenly aware of the changes in the expressions of Zhang Zhiji and the others, and couldn't help feeling a little resentful towards Chen Yan in his heart.

Wouldn't the consequences be unpredictable if such a major matter was not discussed with me, the chief minister of the cabinet, and said openly in this kind of place?
Xungui and Wenguan were not in the same way, but because of Sun Jie's existence, they were "forced" to be in the same way.

The candles in the study were burning brightly, only the sound of everyone's breathing.

It's just calm on the surface.

There are already waves churning in these people's hearts.

The moonlight gradually withdrew from the sky and the earth. During these hours when the moon was setting and the sun was not rising, the sky and the earth were extremely dark.

Zhou Yanru's mouth was parched, thinking about problems took him too much energy.

"Giggle!"

Suddenly there was a rooster crowing outside.

Something weird.

In this deep house compound, where would anyone raise chickens? !
Immediately afterwards, noisy footsteps also came from outside.

The little official who lit the candles before went out to inquire. It turned out that the servants of the mansion bought some chickens at the market today, and a big rooster broke free and ran around.

Zhou Yanru's thinking was suddenly disrupted by the crowing and footsteps.

He kept rubbing his forehead, thinking about the things inside.

The sun finally pierced the night.

Zhou Yanru pursed his dry lips.

He, who hadn't drank water all night, said in a hoarse and dry voice, "This matter should be discussed in the long run!"

In a word, let these sleepy officials wake up extremely.

It was even stronger than the crowing of the rooster and the sunlight outside the house.

Without the appearance just now, doesn't it mean that this method is feasible? !
Everyone's thoughts became lively again.

A remark that has been circulated in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time was once again remembered by everyone-Xu Jun.

Since the Yangming School of Mind began to prevail in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the views of the literati in Jiangsu and Zhejiang have undergone imperceptible changes.

Jiajing and Wanli, the combined experience of the two emperors not going to court for nearly a decade gave them a thought that shouldn't have arisen in their hearts.

It seems that there is no such thing as an emperor in this world.

For a time, the theory of "virtual monarch" became very popular.

What awaited them was crazy revenge from the imperial power.

Apocalypse, threw out Wei Zhongxian.

Even today's Chongzhen is merciless in killing civil servants.

There is nothing wrong with the literati ruling the world.

"What if the north falls and everything falls into the hands of bandits?"

I don't know how long it took, the sunlight outside the house shone on Zhang Zhiji's face, and he spoke in the sunlight.

It seemed that only the warm sunshine could inspire him.

"The northern land is barren, and there are slaves and Tartars outside the Great Wall, why not sit and watch them fight?

Jinling is separated by the natural moat of the Yangtze River. When the snipe and clam are fighting between the two sides, I will send out a large army to attack, and then I will be able to set the Central Plains in the north! "

Yang Sichang, who was still silent, suddenly spoke.

The voice was hoarse, with a dusty smell.

As soon as he said a word, there were spittle stars flying in the sun.

Everyone looked at him.

The last sentence "Beiding the Central Plains" sounded so abrupt.

"How can you not know the disaster of Pian'an in the former Song Dynasty?!"

I don't know who asked.

Yang Sichang looked for his reputation, but he couldn't find anyone, so he could only explain: "This is not what it used to be!

The grandson was not the ancestor of the Yuan Dynasty, nor was the founding slave of the Liao and Jin Dynasties.

I lived in the south of the Yangtze River, separated by a natural moat, plus the Central Plains and Shandong, the road is extremely difficult.

It should be noted that the Central Plains, Shandong and other places are also the places where great Confucianism came out. If the sun thief wants to use the method of Jinling to do it, it may take a long time.

If during this period, we prepare and train a new army, we will definitely be able to defeat Sun Bandit in one fell swoop.

Sun Yuanhua, the former governor of Denglai, learned from the barbarians to control slaves. He bought powerful guns and blunderbusses. The south of the Yangtze River is prosperous. Why not buy weapons from the barbarians?Learn from barbarians to control thieves!
It is said that overseas barbarians value profit over righteousness, so there is definitely something to be done to lure them with profit.

No matter how bad it is, to lure Taiwan Yuandao or Xifan in the West to fight in the north, how can we lose to our dynasty? "

Yang Sichang's eloquence is eloquent, his tongue is shining like a lotus flower, and the sun is shining on the top of his head.

Under the golden light, Yang Sichang seemed to be resurrected like a god, and the Buddha came to the world.

What a sinister villain, this kind of method can be thought of.

There are many barbarians living in the Ming Dynasty today.

The "Chongzhen Almanac", which was revised and completed in the seventh year of Chongzhen, is the almanac co-produced by the late cabinet secretary, Minister of Rites Xu Guangqi, and missionary Tang Ruowang.

This book combined the plans of the East and the West, and was one of the most advanced almanacs at that time.

The book introduces a large number of Copernicus's "On the Movement of Celestial Spheres", clearly introduces the concept of "earth", introduces spherical and plane trigonometry in terms of calculation methods, and introduces the ecliptic coordinate system in terms of coordinate systems.

After the book was compiled, it was not issued on a large scale because of the frequent wars in the last years of the Ming Dynasty.

It was not until the Qing Dynasty that Tang Ruowang edited the "Chongzhen Almanac", deleted those things that were too advanced and unfavorable to the rule, and made it a real almanac. published under the name.

Xu Guangqi is a real boss. He also translated "The Original Geometry".

Today's Tang Ruowang is an official of Qin Tianjian.

He was originally a Westerner, and these court gentlemen naturally knew of the existence of Westerners.

Moreover, there is not much understanding of the West.

"The tea, silk, and porcelain in our dynasty are all sought after by the barbarians in the west. If you donate a little, you can train an army, so why not do it!"

Yang Sichang's voice had stopped, but his words were still lingering in everyone's ears.

Sun Yuanhua's firearms army is trained in Western methods.

Because of the incompetence of the imperial court, coupled with Yuan Dadu's coquettish manipulation, it finally fell into the hands of Huang Taiji.

If Huang Taiji did not have this army, he would only be bombarded in the battle of Songjin.

Everyone was silent, not because they thought Yang Sichang's income was bad, but because what Yang Sichang said was too magical.

It was as if, between the ups and downs, everything was resolved.

This is too weird.

A moment ago, everyone was worried about how to deal with the enemy.

In the next moment, everything fell into place.

Between coming and going, the world is magical.

There are many people with active thinking in the room.

"The barbarians are full of wolf ambitions, how can they be used to repel the enemy?
What if you don't stay here, or if you join forces with Sun's bandits? ! "

A voice sounded.

Yang Sichang didn't care, and said: "The barbarians are looking for money, if they don't have money, why would they travel thousands of miles to come here?
The poor mountains and bad waters in the north are full of troublesome people, so where is the money?They can tell the difference!
As for joining forces with Sun Thief, don't worry.If they want to go north, they need to pass through my southern territory, and if they cut off their food and grass, they can cut off their way back!
Sun thief, even my generation of scholars can't tolerate it, so how can they tolerate these barbarians? ! "

Yang Sichang's voice was full of doubts.

……

The sun outside is getting bigger.

Yang Sichang walked on the way back, followed by his family's sedan chair.

This gorgeous sedan chair, but now I am not in the mood to sit on it.

The palace is not far away.

Daming, who calls himself "Emperor Ming", has changed in Yang Sichang's heart at this time.

Unknowingly came to the Xuanwu Gate, and suddenly stopped.

Looking up, I saw a "house" with a steeple, which was the place where Tang Ruowang preached in the capital.

Usually, Tang Ruowang sits in the yamen of Qintianjian, and when he has nothing to do, he preaches here.

A "needle" suddenly pierced through the rows of wooden Chinese-style houses, which was really abrupt and disharmonious.

A few bearded men in Ming-style Hanfu stood outside, holding a thick book with a black leather cover in their hands, and they were chanting something to some common people kneeling in front of them.

Yang Sichang frowned, feeling disgusted.

"Barbarians are just barbarians, they don't respect their ancestors, they don't respect their elders, and they don't even believe in God.

If you have no relatives and no reason, why should they help you?A group of mortals, how dare ants shake the sky? !
There are also these common people, really ridiculous, believe in God, can you get rich, or can you get promoted?
If you want to get rich, you worship the God of Wealth, you want to study, you worship a sage, you want to have a son, you worship Avalokitesvara.

It's a mess of muddleheaded worship everywhere, without any structure, a mess of mud! "

Cursing and cursing in his mouth, he was extremely disgusted in his heart.

Although these officials and gentry were enemies of Sun Jie, most of them basically looked down on these missionaries.

Those who are used to the kingdoms of the heavens and the central kingdoms, these barbarian things really look down on them.

If it wasn't for some usefulness, I'm afraid it would have been blasted away long ago.

Although it was true to ask for them, Yang Sichang didn't like them at all in his heart.

How many years have passed since the big case that happened in Jinling in the 44th year of Wanli?

How can outsiders be allowed to interfere with the deep-rooted family tradition? !

"After the grandson thief and Jiannu are dealt with, all of you who don't respect your ancestors will be driven back.

Barbarians should have the consciousness of barbarians, and should pay tribute three times and nine times! "

Cursing in my heart, twisted to the extreme.

People are complicated, not black and white, nor black and white.

Few officials like Yang Sichang, who were born as orthodox scholars, looked up to these people.

Even if he is as enlightened as Xu Guangqi, it is only a roundabout way to destroy Guo.

If you want to preach in the capital, you must have a pair of good eyes.

Before Yang Sichang came very far, these missionaries ran over in a hurry.

They naturally knew Yang Sichang, and all high-ranking officials in the court must know him.

"Dare to ask, but Master Yang?!"

One of them arched his hands towards Yang Sichang, and asked Yang Sichang in Chinese with a strong German flavor.

After staying here for so many years, it is natural to learn to speak Chinese.

In order to better preach, these missionaries of the Ming Dynasty spontaneously learned Chinese one by one, wore Hanfu, and even made changes for this land.

A fishy smell came over his face.

White people have a strong odor, especially now that the summer has not completely passed, and the smell is pungent and unpleasant when you sweat a little.

"Sure enough, they are barbarians. These foreign monks seem to have just been fished out of a cesspit!"

Yang Sichang cursed in his heart.

But on the surface, they are still doing well, resisting the smell in the nasal cavity, and said calmly: "Is your host here?"

The bearded foreign monks frowned instinctively, but they didn't refute anything.

"My host is here!"

A missionary hurried to the church.

Not long after, a blond middle-aged man walked out quickly.

This person is Tang Ruowang.

He came to Yang Sichang with a smile on his face, and cupped his fists towards Yang Sichang: "I heard that there was a magpie calling in front of the door this morning, so I knew that a big man was coming today. Wait until you don't see him, and then you will know if you see him or not." Fake."

What he said was much more fluent, and even had a bit of a Beijing accent.

"These foreign monks are learning pretty fast one by one!"

Yang Sichang cursed again in his heart.

"I came today to ask for some advice! Let's talk in another place!" Yang Sichang said.

Tang Ruowang hurriedly brought Yang Sichang to the room on the second floor of the church.

After sitting down, Yang Sichang said, "I don't know your Excellency, but I want to make the church bloom everywhere!"

There was no wave in his eyes, sarcasm in his heart, and then contempt again.

"This is taking advantage, not disrespecting our ancestors!" I thought to myself.

(End of this chapter)