Daming heir

Chapter 210 The Art of the Emperor
Rumble.

Click click.

Accompanied by a whimpering wind like a ghost, there was loud thunder outside the window, and the lightning was like a dragon, splitting across the entire dark cloud-covered sky.

Accompanied by the deafening thunder, the electric dragon rolled madly and uncontrollably in the sky, as if it would fall to the ground at any moment, and chop that boundless evil spirit into ashes.

Zhu Yunxi's body trembled slightly, and his body was a little stiff.

Sweat dripped from his forehead.

Clang.

The wind blew the poles of the window to the ground, and the window slammed heavily on the window frame. A cloud of water vapor hit the faces of the father and son behind the window sill, and the room was instantly darkened. .

It was in the small study that suddenly became dark.

Zhu Biao's voice was long and long, as if it came from the dark clouded sky outside.

"You reprimanded the head of the Ministry of Works, promoted the future supervisor, Mr. Zhang, and went to manufacture a thousand spinning machines. This is a good idea!"

"If Gu's guess is correct, the next step is to wait for Craftsman Zhang to complete a thousand looms as promised, and then you will perform for him."

"I thought about it for a while... Maybe, you will invite the head of the Ministry of Gonggong? But you also know that the court will never agree to this matter, so Master Zhang will only become the prime minister of the right school in the end."

"The official of the ninth grade is not eye-catching, and it is enough to reward him for daring to make a thousand looms when Zhejiang Dao silk came out this year."

"Gu, is that true or not?"

The Yamen of Jiangzuojian has existed since ancient times, and it has always been under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Industry.

It is the place where the most exquisite construction skills and the most superb craftsmen have been mastered in all dynasties.

There will be one person who will be the supervisor, from the third grade.Two young prisons, from the fourth rank.

He is in charge of civil engineering and craftsmen, and has jurisdiction over the left school office, right school office, middle school office, and Zhenguan office.

In the fourth department, there is one person from the eighth rank, and three officials from the ninth rank.

The left school office is in charge of Zijiang.Le County, Cang, military equipment, and funeral ceremonies are all offered.

The right school office is in charge of building, plastering, dancha, and latrines.

The lieutenant colonel's office is in charge of supplying the boat army, weapons and miscellaneous weapons.

The Zhenguan Office is in charge of cutting stones and pottery clay, offering stone chimes, people, animals, steles, pillars, mills, stones, bottles, and pots, and imperial burials are for Ming vessels.

For example, the loom made by the craftsman belongs to the responsibility of the right school office.

Everything was as Zhu Biao said, which made Zhu Yunxi feel a powerless sense of frustration uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart.

Indeed, as the old man said, he planned to transform that craftsman Zhang from a mere craftsman into a minister who will be the supervisor of the school under the ninth rank.

And he will also raise the request, and then wait for the court and the old man to lower the request.

This feeling of being just glanced at, even what he ate and shit yesterday, was clearly seen, which made Zhu Yunxi gradually feel dizzy.

However, in the darkness, Zhu Biao let out a long and faint sigh.

"Every official in the country must pass the imperial examination."

"Are you trying to borrow the hand of Craftsman Zhang to break this situation?"

Zhu Yunxi knew that he had to speak, but his throat had become extremely dry since he didn't know when, so he could only swallow a cup of tea with the faint light.

Then he said in a hoarse voice: "Confucianism will hinder Daming's progress."

Now that his father, who is the prince of Ming Dynasty, has already guessed his thoughts and ideas.

Zhu Yunxi knew very well that he had no reason or explanation to cover up.

Only honest account.

Perhaps, the next step is to obey the punishment.

"Actually, we have also seen that Confucianism has this drawback."

However, Zhu Biao's undisguised worried voice came again from the darkness.

This touched Zhu Yunxi's heart, he raised his head abruptly, and looked at his father vaguely sitting in a wheelchair in the darkness in front of him.

"Father, son..."

Zhu Biao shook his head: "What is this world? How to govern the country? Countless attempts have been made in the past dynasties. What is the final conclusion?"

Before Zhu Yunxi could answer, Zhu Biao had already said directly: "Etiquette! Only the two words of Confucian etiquette can lead to peace for a lifetime. Only the etiquette can bind all people in the world and understand the thought of loyalty to the emperor. Only the etiquette Under the shackles, only scholars in the world can pass the imperial examination and be used by the imperial court. With these scholars, the imperial court is the imperial court, and my family can truly govern the world."

This is the real king's art.

This is the foundation of a dynasty's rule, using a spatula to ruthlessly tear off the surface layer of flesh, exposing the underlying flesh and bones to Zhu Yunxi.

Zhu Biao said in a tone of gnashing his teeth: "Confucianism? If it is a family, how can it be a country? The former Song Dynasty shared the world with the scholar-bureaucrats. Where is the country now? A Shushan College is half of the imperial court, and a senior official of the ministry hall It is a relative of the Manchu Dynasty, and a great official in the frontier has implicated thousands of gentry and powerful! Who owns the world in this world!"

Speaking of the end, Zhu Yunxi had seen that his father had suppressed his anger to the utmost.

But after a suppressed growl in a low voice, Zhu Biao leaned heavily on the wheelchair and let out a long breath.

The gloomy environment made the most glorious crown prince of the Ming Dynasty finally ruthlessly pull out his deep-seated understanding of the world, the country, and the court. He came out and placed bloody in front of his son.

Zhu Yunxi began to tremble slightly all over his body, always out of his control, making his voice more and more dry, asking in a low voice like a bellows: "Then father... grandpa..."

"Huh!" Zhu Biao snorted coldly, "But if there is no Confucianism, who will shepherd the people, who will sort out the government affairs, and who will maintain the tens of thousands of gentry in the local area?"

This is the common understanding that any wise monarch has.

Clear, but full of great helplessness.

"The world has never been dominated by one person, but by tens of millions of people. But with so many people, there is always someone to manage and unify the strategy of moving forward."

"A hundred schools of thought contended in the pre-Qin period, but why did Confucianism only remain in the hands of Han Wu?"

"It's all because Confucianism understands the rules and knows how to use their etiquette to maintain the operation of the world for the king."

After silently narrating the consensus of the kings of the past dynasties, Zhu Biao's figure gradually moved forward and appeared in front of Zhu Yunxi.

"If you want to take the imperial examination, you want to be an enemy of all the scholars in this world!"

"Da Ming will also be caught in endless battles, the court situation will be unstable, the morale of the army will be turbulent, and the defense line in the north will be relaxed."

"When the time comes, the North will fall, and your second, third, and fourth uncles will all sacrifice their lives for the country!"

"And those scholars will be just and fair again, choose a king they think is qualified, and become the new master of this world!"

Zhu Biao's eyes kept flickering. When he knew that Zhu Yunxi had reprimanded the head of the Ministry of Industry, the craftsman Zhang who was going to be the supervisor, combined with the method of transferring officials from the post station army, he began to doubt, and gradually became clear.

Zhu Yunxi dodged his eyes in fear, and said in a low voice: "Father, can't my family change the status quo? They are all disciples who have learned from the whole family to become officials in the court. Ruthless, drinking blood, and today's rites, music, singing and dancing, there is nothing in the world that remains the same!"

"They are like this for a year, ten years, and a hundred years. Just like the long thousand-step corridor in front of the Meridian Gate, they will always look the same. How can this world flourish, and how can the Great Ming survive forever?"

"Is it going to be like the previous dynasty again, but Guozuo died in 300 years due to party disputes, feudal towns, eunuchs, and even the hands of foreign enemies?"

"My son thinks that only by constantly introducing the old and bringing forth the new, by constantly bringing out countless new things in the world, by constantly increasing the output of the fields, making the people more prosperous, so that the food in the granary can never be eaten up, and so that Daming will always be this The most powerful country in the world, my Ming Dynasty can survive forever!"

Today's father-son game is already a confession game where the flesh is cut open and the heart and lungs are taken out.

As a father, Zhu Biao didn't have any reservations, and he clearly separated the relationship between the king and Confucianism.

Zhu Yunxi didn't have anything to hide, and expressed his truest thoughts and goals.

Zhu Biao let out another long sigh, his eyes became a little ambiguous, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Having said so much, you're still stuck in it and haven't seen it clearly."

Zhu Yunxi's face was dull: "Father, what does this mean?"

Zhu Biao shook his head and said, "What was Confucianism like before the Han Dynasty, and what was it like after the Han Dynasty? How was it when the imperial examinations were promoted in the Sui and Tang Dynasties? What was it like when the Song Dynasty shared the world?"

Zhu Yunxi suddenly came to his senses, and said in surprise, "What did father say, breaking through from within Confucianism?"

Confucian reformists!
At this moment, Zhu Yunxifan understood Zhu Biao's political philosophy.

Suddenly, he felt that his thoughts were somewhat consistent.

And Zhu Biao seemed to be able to see through his son's heart all the time today, and said with a light smile, "If I'm not wrong, you probably think so too. Without the ability to uproot and create new people, it can only be based on what I'm waiting for. Let it follow the direction set by us like Dayu when he controlled the water."

Zhu Yunxi was completely convinced, stood up and bowed his hands, "Please also ask the father to release the son."

Zhu Biao waved his hands and shook his sleeves: "This year, Enke, your grandfather intends to fill the vacancies of the imperial court and local officials. Since they are going to fight now, our family will not use all those who will win."

"Use those students who failed the rankings? Divide them and make them confront each other!" Zhu Yunxi thought it through thoroughly, and said with joy on his face: "Only in this way, those who failed the rankings in Enke this year will become the enemies of scholars all over the world, but There is nothing they can do. And these people who have been chosen by my family can only rely on my family to survive in the court!"

However, Zhu Biao turned the wheelchair under him, and slid towards the outside of the small dark study.

And his voice came over lightly.

"It's dark in the room, and I can only say things that can't be said to outsiders."

"The porch outside is open and bright, and it's even cooler after the rain."

"Talk to you about the family affairs for the father."

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(End of this chapter)