"He?" The old man smiled heartily, "I have followed him a long time ago!"
As he said that, he stood up with a cane and walked forward slowly, but suddenly stopped and turned around and said, "Old Pu, what do you think future generations will say about us after we die?"
Pu Bucheng bowed and said, "Your Majesty is the founder of the country. He personally conquered the ten states of Jingxiang and Yanyun in the north. This made our Ming Dynasty free from troubles in the north and borderless troubles in the south. Naturally, he is a hero of his generation, and his achievements are better than those of Emperor Qin and Han Dynasty!"
"Oh no!" the old man scolded, "You have such a good tongue without eggs!" He said with a self-deprecating smile, "Qin Emperor and Han Wu, we didn't want to compete with them at all. We are from a low background and can't compare with them.
!”
As he said that, the old man sighed slightly and continued, "Do you know why we ask you this? Just what Xi Laodao said just now, today I know why people like Li Shanchang, Liu Bowen and others are willing to follow me wholeheartedly, haha!"
"They say we win the hearts of the people!"
"Ha, he is a Taoist. He is quite capable of gods and ghosts, but these things are still superficial! Why do they follow us? It is because we can give them glory and wealth, and our knives can make them become masters. They
You follow us because you can see a future in us, not because we win the hearts of the people or any other nonsense!"
"What is the people's heart? When the Yuan Dynasty's army went south, the people of the Southern Song Dynasty were vying to build a shrine for Prime Minister Boyan. Is that the people's heart? It was because Boyan abolished the tax law of the Zhao family in the Southern Song Dynasty, which was like scrapping land, so that the people could take a breather!"
"But later in the Yuan Dynasty, everyone was hated by everyone! To win the hearts of the people is to let the people live a good life. Instead of saying every day, oh, Zhu Zhongduo was so good in the Ming Dynasty! Bah, what the hell is that?
Put gold on your face!"
"In this life, if we don't do these scenes and don't deal with those false feelings, we can be considered sincere!" At this point, the old man sighed quietly, "When future generations think of us, I think we should give a thumbs up, right?"
"First of all, we don't levy excessive taxes. Secondly, we don't be arrogant and extravagant. We don't waste money and people so that we can enjoy great achievements!" The old man sighed again, "Damn it, we kill too many people!"
Pu Bucheng didn't know why the old man suddenly sighed, so he listened silently.
"Why do you kill so many people? Just kill people! We are of low origin, unlike Qin Shihuang and Han Wu Emperor, who are patient and have solutions when encountering trouble. Besides, we are the emperor who climbed out of the dead. As long as we smell something,
If something goes wrong, kill someone with a knife."
"You've killed a hundred people, so you're not afraid of me if you kill others! We also know that there are always those who died unjustly under the handle of our knife! But, even if we had to do it all over again, I'm afraid we would still kill them."
"I guess, in the future, I'm afraid we will be known as a tyrant!" As he said, the old man suddenly grinned, "I'm not afraid, I am a confirmed tyrant!"
"Your Majesty, you can't stop others from talking!" Pu Bucheng said with a smile, "Don't you often say something yourself? As long as you have a clear conscience!"
"Well, that's it!" The old man tapped his cane on the ground, "Let's go to the fields with us and have a look!"
"Your Majesty, I have something to tell you!" Pu Bucheng whispered, "The Emperor has sent a secretary to record the planting and maturation of sweet potatoes. He has been waiting outside for a few hours and saw that you have just rested.
, I didn’t repay you!”
"What's it called?" the old man asked as he walked.
"Yang Rong!"
"Send him a message! Don't be like the previous ones, who don't know how to do anything and just become a kowtowing bug!"
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Yang Rong's hands, forehead, and vest were filled with sweat.
He was brought to this Zhuangzi by his bodyguard Deng Ping early in the morning. Without saying anything else on the way, he said that he would stay with the Supreme Emperor from now on.
That is the Supreme Emperor!
Yang Rong was trembling with excitement. Although there were rumors among his colleagues that the Supreme Emperor had a bad temper and was prone to killing people, Yang Rong knew that the Supreme Emperor had always promoted young officials in an eclectic way.
Think about the senior officials in the current dynasty, which one was not promoted by the Supreme Emperor in the past?
When he thought of this, his mouth went dry and his heart pounded.
In front of him, there is a road leading to the sky. It depends on whether Yang Rong can grasp it.
"Jinshi Yang Rong?" Pu Bucheng's figure appeared in front of Yang Rong.
"The official is here!"
"Let's go with the Za family!" Pu Bucheng smiled and looked at the other party several times, "A disciple of ours?"
"It doesn't count!" Yang Rong said, "It's just a scholarly family!"
"The scholarly family is already great!" Pu Bucheng looked at him again and whispered, "The emperor has asked the Zajia family to tell you a few words!" He said seriously, "Beside the Supreme Emperor, the scholar behaves like a scholar.
intolerable!"
Yang Rongxin was stunned. Just as he was thinking about the meaning of these words, the two of them had already walked to the slope of the field. The old man was walking among the fields with a bamboo hat.
"Weak minister Yang Rong, please pay homage to the Supreme Emperor!" Yang Rong lifted up his official uniform and knelt down at the edge of the field.
The old man noticed that the young student in front of him followed Pu Bucheng's footsteps and did not step into the field next to him at all.
"Are you Yang Rong?" The old man looked at him and stretched out his hand.
Yang Rong was puzzled but did not dare to disobey, and stretched out his hands respectfully.
"Tsk, this fair and tender one! She's even more girly than a girl!" the old man said with disgust, "Have you never done farm work?"
Suddenly, Yang Rong seemed to understand something and said loudly, "Although Weichen has been focusing on studying these years and not asking about farming. But Weichen was raised under the knees of his grandfather since he was a child. When he was a child, he followed his grandfather in the fields all day long. Weichen is not a helpless person.
We are not indistinguishable from rice to wheat!"
The old man suddenly became interested and looked at him, "You were raised by your grandfather too? He is also a scholar?"
"Wei Chen's grandfather's name is Daqing!" Yang Rong said, "In the last years of the previous dynasty, he refused to be an official and stayed at home to farm and study."
"Oh, him!" The old man smiled, "We know this man. I heard that he has done a lot of good things in the local area. He is a good man who is charitable and has a conscience!"
It's rare for an old man to have a conscience. There are very few so-called celebrities in the world who can be admired by him. If he is an ordinary scholar, he will be a scholar who suffers from the plague.
"You are also a queen from a famous family!" The old man joked again with a smile, "A child from a famous family knows how to be an official since birth!"
Probably because the old man also raised his grandson, he looked particularly pleasing to Yang Rong and spoke casually.
"I don't dare!" Yang Rong kowtowed. "When my grandfather was still alive, he said that now that the world is peaceful and the state-owned sage is on the throne, we scholars should serve as officials. However, my grandfather Zeng Dundun warned the ministers that they should follow Fan Zhenggong as an example.
, as a good official for the people, you must not become an official!"
These words made the old man Long Yan even more happy. The so-called official bugs are official bugs who can't do anything, but they are official officials who can endure qualifications and make superficial efforts.
"Fan is a good official, he should worry about the world first!" The old man smiled and pointed to the ground, "Go, that ridge has not been fertilized yet, let's see if you can handle these crops!"
"I'm sorry!" Yang Rong kowtowed and stood up, quickly taking off his official hat. Wearing only a close-fitting white coat, he rolled up his sleeves and walked straight into the fields.
"Yeah! You're not a show-off!" The old man smiled at Pu Bucheng, "Since it was sent by Da Sun, let's keep it!"
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A subsequent plot has been modified. It has been relatively weak in the past two days and deceived everyone's emotions.
I'm a scumbag.
This chapter has been completed!