General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 191 The Yangtze River and the Yellow River
Xiyuan.

There are two large boxes of copper coins that have just been minted in Jizhou in the hall.

Jiajing passed through a pile of copper coins with his hand, grabbed a handful and let the copper coins fall down, the crisp sound of the copper coins colliding resounded through Xiyuan.

Kneeling not far away were the three of Zou Wang.

"...The minister is not talented, boldly playing empty talk, Chen Jue nodded."

Jiajing didn't say anything to Ning Jue's memorial, but instead looked at Zou Wang and the others.

"Zou Yuanwai is really the auspicious sign of my Ming Dynasty."

"As soon as you enter the capital, my Ming Dynasty will be considered to have cleared up."

Zou Wang hurriedly bowed again.

"It's all due to your father's great knowledge and knowledge. How dare the ministers covet the achievements of heaven."

Jiajing was noncommittal, and continued: "The clouds in the imperial court have cleared and the fog has dispersed, so the one or two pieces of water vapor in the south of the Yangtze River should not be able to cover the moon, right?"

"The sun and the moon are coming again, I'm so lucky!"

Jiajing shook his head, and winked at Huang Jin not far away.

Only then did Huang Jin close the notebook, and whispered in Zou Wang's ear, "Mr. Zou, do you still remember the story of the old woman in Wunijing, Songjiang during the Yuanzhen period?"

Throughout the ages, there is only one old woman in Wunijing, Songjiang Prefecture.

That is Huang Daopo who brought back spinning technology from Yazhou.

Huang Daopo was originally from Songjiang. After returning home from Yazhou, she also returned to Songjiang directly from the sea. Songjiang has since become the cotton capital of Ming Dynasty.

As for why Jiajing mentioned Huang Daopo, the meaning is already very clear. You Zou Wang dared not touch Xu Ge's family business in the early years.

Zou Wang's eyes suddenly brightened.

"I understand!"

"After the minister returned to his hometown, he and Mr. Mai from the Weaving Bureau..."

Before Zou Wang could finish speaking, Jiajing interrupted himself: "The weaving bureau is doing a job in the palace, how can I compete with the people for profit?"

"If my people have more ways to make ends meet, I will be satisfied."

Zou Wang's tears came as soon as he said it, and he kowtowed and cried: "The people have a king like this, the common people are lucky, the people are lucky!"

"Huang Jin."

"The minister is here."

"Pass down the decree, Wai Lang, a member of the household department, and Zou Wang, a senior official, will be awarded the Wuyi Hall to walk, and perform exclusively everywhere, without going through the Department of General Affairs, and directly deliver it to the Superintendent of Rites."

Zou Wang's heart tightened when he heard this, and immediately kowtowed to thank him again.

Walking in the Wuyi Palace, there is no rank or rank, but the cabinet is here, and the emperor's palace is next door, so Zou Wang doesn't have to come and walk, these four words alone represent a lot of things.

Only then did Jiajing signal the three of them to retreat.

After the three of them left, Jiajing picked up Ning Jue's playbook and glanced at it, and said with emotion: "I'm just about to make a move now, I didn't expect that Jinling has already been seen."

Let Zou Wang grab the Songjiang cotton business.

Naturally, it was to give Zou Wang some sweets, but when Zou Wang was eating the sweets, he offended the Xu family to death.

Jiajing doesn't care about those petty profits, what really worries Jiajing has already been written down in the notebook by Ning Jue.

"I think back when I inherited the great rule, the two capitals and 13 provinces were still dominated by Cheng Zhu's way."

"I never thought that the Neo Confucianism is now down, and the Mind Science has become my confidant's serious trouble."

Huang Jin lowered his head and bowed his body: "Your Majesty, I have the guts to speak out. It's rare for Ning Kezhong to be pertinent in this book. Why don't we let the Supervisor of Rites approve it?"

Jiajing snorted coldly, and casually threw Ning Jue's playbook aside.

"Accurate, accurate, relying on only one Ning Ke to end, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Huang Jin lowered his head and said, "According to my view, it's just a bunch of false Taoism, and the philosophy of the heart is not important, the important thing is that the family is a family, that is, there are a few gentlemen who really believe it."

Jiajing didn't care about the matter of scholar-bureaucrats changing their courts, and he was not interested in taking care of them.

It's just that with the deepening of the reform, the trend of the Xinxue group merging with businessmen has become more and more obvious.

This is what Jiajing is really worried about.

"It's hard to let them beat drums and sell sugar, each doing his own business."

At this time, Jiajing missed Neo Confucianism again.

It is impossible for Cheng Zhu's disciples to do it even if they break their brains.

Huang Jin watched Jiajing's expression carefully.

After a long time, Huang Jin fell to his knees with a "plop".

"Report to the emperor, I dare you."

Jiajing slightly frowned and said, "Why did you suddenly kneel down?"

"My lord, I hate those traitors day and night, but I also know that my lord is the Son of Heaven, and I am wronging myself day and night for the sake of the world."

"I really can't stand it anymore."

"Just tell me what it is."

Only then did Huang Jin raise his head and said, "Your Majesty, we have a great Confucianist in Confucianism."

Hearing Huang Jin's words, Jiajing already understood who Huang Jin was talking about.

Before today, even this person's name was a taboo in this palace.

"Is that person still alive?"

"My lord, I am alive and alive."

Jiajing stood up directly, grabbed another handful of copper coins in the cash box, and let the copper coins fall. Hearing the sound of the copper coins colliding, Jiajing gradually calmed down.

Earlier, there was Yan Song in the court.

Jiajing didn't bother to manage the science of psychology.

When Yan Song destroyed the forbidden academy, he didn't care at all, and everyone on both sides was offended to death.

The current situation between North Korea and China has changed drastically.

Jiajing walked into the Abode slowly, and then walked out again.

After weighing for an unknown amount of time, Jiajing slowly opened his mouth and said.

"The flooding of the Yangtze River must be cured, and the flooding of the Yellow River must also be cured."

"allow."

On the same day, a secret edict was endorsed by the Supervisor of Rites and sent to Dongchang, and a team of Dongchang factory fans went straight to the southwestern border of Ming Dynasty with an amnesty order.

The senior of Yan Shifan and Xu Fan, the first head of Daming Xiaoge, the man who has been exiled for 26 years has returned to the world.

This time.

He is not anyone's son, nor is he a Hanlin or editor of the imperial court.

There is only one purpose for coming to Nanjing.

——Poke the lungs of a heart-scholar.
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Nanjing.

"Ning Kezhong! You can't get out! The tablet of the saint is here! Come out and explain clearly what you have told the court!"

"Who are you, how dare you not kneel when you see the tablet of a saint?"

"Nonsense, I'm a general!" Zhu Xizhong gnawed on a watermelon and sat in front of his house, looking at the Confucian scholars in front of him like he was looking at a fool.

Several Confucian scholars shouted outside the door.

And Ning Jue, who just came back from Qingning Palace, has not yet entered the alley.

Then he was stopped by Zhu Xizhong's servant outside the alley.

"Qian Xian, those scholars have already made a fuss, and my father-in-law let you in through the back door."

Ning Jue was startled when he heard this.

"Why did you make a fuss?"

"The playbook you gave to the court earlier!"

Ning Jue's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Are you moving so fast?"

"Yeah, it's quite a fuss!"

"Then what are you waiting for! Take me there quickly, don't make people wait in a hurry."

"what?"

Before the servant came back to his senses, Ning Jue quickly ran to the gate of Duke Cheng's mansion.

At the moment Ning Jue showed up.

Outside Cheng Guogong's mansion, the scholars who were shouting for beating and killing had nothing to say.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Xizhong was stunned.

"Xian, brother, they are looking for you."

Ning Jue looked at everyone excitedly.

"Ah, I'm here, hurry up if you want to do what you want."

The leading scholar obviously didn't expect Ning Jue to dare to come here.

He looked at Ning Jue stutteringly.

"Ning Kezhong! You are also from the imperial examination! You, you, how dare you burn books and confuse scholars in front of His Majesty! What face do you have to stand under the tablet of a saint?"

"Didn't you call me here?"

There was a dead silence outside Duke Cheng's mansion.

Yup!

We asked you to come and you came?

Shouldn't the script be that you take your evil servants and beat us up and we'll go down in history? !

All the scholars looked at each other, and after whispering for a while, suddenly someone boldly shouted at Ning Jue: "Bold Ning Kezhong! How dare you not kneel when you see the tablet of a saint? Are you still a scholar?"

After shouting this voice, those scholars seemed to have caught Ning Jue and wanted to charge.

"Holy religion rebels, hurry up and kneel down!"

"What if I don't kneel?"

"If you don't kneel... if you don't kneel, then don't kneel..." The momentum of the few scholars immediately weakened.

Seeing this scene, even Zhu Xizhong couldn't help laughing.

"No, this, hahaha, I'm sorry, you go ahead and leave me alone."

Zhu Xizhong's hearty laughter echoed outside the house.

Not only Zhu Xizhong, but also the soldiers guarding Duke Cheng's mansion had smiles on their faces.

Listening to Zhu Xizhong's mocking laughter.

Even Ning Jue was a little angry.

TNND, you need to move twice!

"You either get out! Or do it! Do you have the guts?!"

"Scholar's face is almost ashamed of you!"

"You guys are ashamed to be my civil servants in the Ming Dynasty?!"

The two leading scholars looked at each other.

He whispered softly: "No, let's go? This traitor is too vicious."

This sentence was not loud, but it passed into Ning Jue's mouth verbatim.

"Let's go? Let's go?!"

The leading scholar looked at Ning Jue with blushing cheeks.

"I am not a martial artist, so I will see the truth with you in the article!"

"You would rather wait and wait. I will take the pen as a weapon, and I will surely take your life with a hair awl, clear the door of my holy religion, and show the face of the holy, Jing..."

Don't wait for the scholar to finish speaking.

Ning Jue walked up to him and directly took down the spirit tablet of "Holy Master" from the tray they were holding.

"Don't you use the pen as a weapon to protect the saint?"

"Guard."

When a group of scholars saw that Ning Jue had taken the tablet of Confucius, all of them turned pale.

"Ning Kezhong! You! You are so rude to the saint tablet?!"

"That's right! Didn't you take my life with the hair cone? Hurry up!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ning Jue found a brick and put the memorial tablet on it.

Then he stood up and jumped again.

There was only a crisp sound of "click".

The tablet of the most holy teacher was broken into two pieces.

This scene made Zhu Xizhong look stupid.

Although he thought about it, he just thought about it.

Today Ning Jue actually did it.

Zhu Xizhong's men subconsciously touched the handle of the knife, and the soldiers of Duke Cheng's mansion also tightly grasped the blade in their hands.

As long as the situation is slightly wrong, they will snatch Ning Jue out.

The faces of those scholars turned from red to white, and then to purple.

In the end, everyone fell to their knees one after another with a "crash", and began to cry in the direction of the gate of Duke Cheng's mansion.

"The later learners are incompetent, causing the ancestors to be humiliated, evil, you just kill me!"

"The disciple is unworthy, the disciple is unworthy!"

"..."

All the scholars cried loudly.

After hearing the news, several servant girls and servants in the mansion rushed out with tears in their eyes, and they also muttered: "Grandpa."

"I'm still alive, hold back!"

Ning Jue covered her ears and looked helplessly at the people in front of her.

"Don't fucking cry! I'll nail it up for you again, okay?!"

Zhu Xizhong hurried back to the house to get the hammer and nails.

Seeing that Ning Jue was holding a long nail and trying to string the tablets together again, a scholar finally couldn't help but rushed towards Ning Jue.

He hugged the tablet.

"Crime! If you want to be crucified, crucify me!"

Ning Jue didn't come back to it until now.

These people seem to be looking for death.

(End of this chapter)