First Minister of Ming Dynasty

The quarrel between Song Lian and Qian Yongren was back-to-back, Zhu Yuanzhang gave him three days, and Li Shanchang went to play once, but there was no text.

Not to mention that since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, from the establishment of the Zhu Group to the present, nothing like this has happened.

Chao Ye was silent, and people panicked.

Even if it is determined to go north, it has never happened.

A small Fudan school, why is this so?

Zhu Yuanzhang was sullen, Empress Ma was worried, the huge pressure, and the dignified atmosphere could even affect the Prince Zhu Biao. It was rare that after the morning class ended, Zhu Biao did not run to play, but stayed and stared at Song Lian with exploratory eyes.

"His Royal Highness, you, you are still too young, you don't need to know about these things." Song Lian wondered.

Zhu Biao puffed out his cheeks and said angrily, "Then, did Master Song make me an unfilial person?"

Song Lian was shocked, "Why is this?"

"My father and mother are both angry. The husband is still in Shandong, and he was bitten by others. I was still in the lake, and I didn't understand anything. Is it not unfilial?"

"Someone dare to say Zhang Xiang?" Song Lian was quite surprised, and he leaned over and asked, "Your Highness, you can't talk nonsense!"

"I'm not talking nonsense, but some people are talking about it, saying that Zhang Xiang is from Jinan, and he wants to benefit Sang Zili! I, I can hear that they are mocking Mr.

"what!"

Song Lian let out a soft cry, and the whole person was dazed. He pulled up a chair and sat down, frowning deeply and clenching his fists, revealing Song Lian's tangled heart.

After a long time, he said to Zhu Biao: "Your Highness agrees with Zhang Xiang's proposal to expel the Hulu and restore China?"

Zhu Biao nodded, "This, this is also advocated by the father, who doesn't know?"

Song Lian smiled bitterly and said: "I'm afraid some people don't know, this matter involves the north and the south, the old and the new... Before the Mongolians went, the view of the portal area first appeared in the interior, and the future court situation was confusing and unspeakable. I am indeed a scholar, I just don't understand, isn't it good for everyone to revive China together? Why do you have to distinguish between you and me, can't wait to fight to the death!"

Song Lian sighed, feeling extremely entangled and painful.

Because from the proposal to set up a Fudan School, Song Lian thought that setting up a school in Shandong would greatly promote education, cultivate talents, clean up people's hearts, and warn future generations... Anyway, it was a good thing to kill multiple birds with one stone.

Even he wanted to teach, win the peach and plum Qifang, and be famous for later generations.

But Song Lian never expected that some other people didn't count this account at all.

Today, Jimin Academy is located in Jiangxi, with a large population and a flourishing style of study. In addition, the Ganjiang River is smooth and rich and rich, and the students that Jimin Academy can teach are of exceptional quality.

The imperial examinations in various places have already begun to show their advantages.

According to this situation, the courtiers in Jiangxi will not be too far away.

At the moment, it is necessary to set up a Fudan School in Shandong, and it has also raised the standard to such a high position, how can some people not panic.

On the side of the Ministry of Rites, they were reluctant to agree for a long time, which seemed to be excusable.

It's just that some things are by no means that simple. Once the two sides start fighting, I am afraid that even Zhang Xiang will not be able to retreat.

Don't say anything else, first of all I put a label on Zhang Ximeng, you are from Shandong, you have to prefer your hometown.

Man, this hat is big enough.

In terms of background, Zhu Yuanzhang is from Haozhou, and so many generals in the DPRK are from Huaixi. Is it necessary to set up a school in Haozhou first?

Is this to set up a school, or to divide up the interests?

Or in other words, behind the school are interests?

Song Lian was in a state of turmoil. He was a scholar, and he really couldn't weigh the importance.

However, as time passed, the pressure still fell on the Ministry of Rites. Zhang Ximeng did not withdraw the letter, Zhu Yuanzhang did not change his mind, and even Li Shanchang did not change his attitude... In this Ming Dynasty, there are only a few people who can make the final call, and they collectively Confrontation, how much courage does it take?

Qian Yongren only lasted for three days, and he couldn't hold on any longer. He summoned other officials of the Ministry of Rites to discuss a compromise solution and handed it to Zhu Yuanzhang.

It is very interesting that this time, Li Shanchang did not submit to the emperor, but let the Ministry of Rites do it himself. Anyway, he has moistened it. I can't control this matter. You can find a way for yourself!

Qian Yongren could only bite the bullet and come to see Zhu Yuanzhang with the heart of death.

"Your Majesty, after deliberation, the ministers and others feel that Shandong's new entrants are attached, but they need to be educated. It is indeed necessary to set up a school in Shandong. The Ministry of Rites thinks that Liu Bowen, the inspector of Shandong, can be in charge of this matter."

Ritual bowed his head?

Zhu Yuanzhang was noncommittal, just looked down at the plan of the Ministry of Rites, and couldn't help sneering.

"Shandong, Shandong... It's all about Shandong! Does this Fudan Academy belong to Shandong?"

"No, it's not! The Fudan Academy is naturally Daming. It's just located in Shandong, which is convenient for educating the local area..."

"No!" Zhu Yuanzhang said sternly: "Fudan means the rejuvenation of China and the world's Fudan. It means expelling the barbarians and walking out of the long night. For such a school with such an intention, your Ministry of Rites can be regarded as a place in Shandong. You are too cowardly!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was furious and threw Fang Lue from the Ministry of Rites to the ground.

"Go back to the Ministry of Rites now, call everyone in, and formulate a new strategy for us. If you can't come up with it, hand over your head!"

The emperor was furious, and Qian Yongren could only run away with his head in his arms, and fled in embarrassment.

At this point, the Shandong side, Pingzhang Maogui, who had been silent for a while, and Liu Ji, the envoy to punish the prisoner, finally joined forces with Shandong civil and military officials to submit a letter together.

They wrote very clearly in their letter that the establishment of the Fudan Academy in Qufu was a blessing to the elders in Shandong... It's just that the Confucius family in Qufu has never been the Duke of Yansheng in Shandong, and the Jixia Academy was also a gathering of talents from all over the world. Today, the Fudan School is set up in the Confucius House, which means that Fudan in China and the whole world celebrate together. How can it be a place in Shandong?

The people of Shandong have nothing else to ask for, but would like to do their best to help run the school well and support the scholars all over the world.

Don't dare to have the intention of taking the school as your own, and ask Your Majesty to learn from it.

After getting this joint memorial, Zhu Yuanzhang felt a little better.

Give it directly to Li Shanchang, and let him make various ministries.

The meaning of the emperor has been very clear, but up to now, I dare to fight against the emperor, I am afraid that it will be adult leather crafts.

"Xiang Zhang, it's really not easy to do something." Liu Bowen sighed very much, and said: "Those people are talking nonsense and slandering Zhang Xiang, I think they should be severely punished, and a few should be caught, and the punishment will be officially punished. Only then can we show the world.”

Zhang Ximeng didn't nod his head in a hurry, but smiled and said, "Mr. Bowen, do you think this is the case?"

Liu Bowen was stunned, "Zhang Xiang, how dare the Ministry of Rites stop it now?"

Zhang Ximeng chuckled and said, "Mr. Bowen, then let me ask you, where does the resistance to this matter come from?"

Liu Bowen thought for a while, and then said: "I thought it was Jimin School, an official from the Ministry of Rites, and in a big way, there are officials from the South who are unwilling to share Shandong, and do not want to lose the benefits. This is also what Zhang Xiang taught me."

Zhang Ximeng laughed, "I said it, but I think this time, I'm afraid it's not so simple, or we made things complicated."

Liu Bowen frowned. Could it be that the North-South differences, academic disputes, distribution of interests...isn't fundamental enough? Zhang Xiang, what is more important in the world?

"Mr. Bowen, let me ask you, tell me, who does the current Ministry of Rites work for?"

Liu Bowen frowned, "The Ministry of Rites is to promote the education for the emperor, and it is for the scholars of the world!"

Zhang Ximeng laughed and said: "Originally, the Ministry of Rites was only in charge of court ceremonies and belonged to the noble yamen among the six ministries. But since taking on the mission of promoting learning, the authority over resources in the hands of the Ministry of Rites can be compared to the Ministry of Personnel... You said the Ministry of Rites. Who do you listen to? Naturally, it's those mountain chiefs, famous teachers, teachers from all over the country, teachings in the county, and the Ministry of Rites to do things for them, isn't it very clear?"

Liu Bowen was stunned for a long time, and his brain was a little useless.

The Ministry of Rites doesn't listen to the emperor, doesn't care about the students below, only cares about the head of the school, and the inspectors... This, how can this sound a bit confusing!

"Mr. Bowen, in the past few years you have been outside, you still haven't penetrated the secrets of officialdom. With your current situation, if you are in charge of the censor's desk and the imperial court is divided into constitutions, you can certainly punish the traitors and eliminate the evil, and do a good job, but it is hard to avoid It will harm itself."

"I don't care!" Liu Bowen blurted out.

Zhang Ximeng waved his hand, "Only by protecting yourself can you destroy the enemy. In my capacity, I can't help but be splashed with sewage. Mr. Bowen should not be impatient. Just watch, there will be results soon."

Listening to Zhang Ximeng's words, Liu Bowen was secretly shocked.

That is to say, some people drag Zhang Ximeng into the water, saying that he is partial to his old family, and it is also intentional?

If so, these people can't help but be too hateful.

Liu Bowen was skeptical and could only wait and see.

Sure enough, just when Zhu Yuanzhang's patience was about to run out, the Ministry of Rites finally came up with a plan.

In order to prepare for the establishment of Fudan School, twenty school inspectors and famous school teachers were selected from Yingtian and other places to go north together, and 100,000 yuan was allocated for the establishment of schools in Shandong.

Seeing this result~www.readwn.com~ Zhu Yuanzhang laughed angrily, this time he called Li Shanchang over.

"Mr. Li, let's give you a knife now, and you peeled his skin for us!"

Li Shanchang's face darkened as well, and the corners of his mouth twitched with anger, "Qian Yongren, what are you thinking about? To build the world's first-class school, you only need so many people and so little money, you, are you begging?"

This sentence just aroused Zhu Yuanzhang's anger, he grabbed something at will, and smashed it towards Qian Yongren.

"That's right, we're just begging for food, and your Ministry of Rites just mess with us like this!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's anger was uncontrollable. Qian Yongren only felt that his neck was cold and his head was so good that it would be broken in the next second.

"Your Majesty, Li Xiang, it's not that the Ministry of Rites disobeyed the emperor's order, it's really, Shandong is too hard, they don't want to go!"

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