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Chapter five hundred and eighty second Prince's highlight moment

Zhang Ximeng and Zhu Biao chatted for a while and had dinner together. It was almost midnight before he returned to his residence. Jiang Nan didn't sleep either, waiting for him to come back.

"Sir, Your Majesty, send the prince over. This matter is related to the country. How to teach him is not a small matter. You must be careful to avoid causing trouble and being blamed."

Zhang Ximeng laughed, but said nonchalantly: "I'm going to talk to you about this. I have an idea that must be changed."

"What do you think?" Jiang Nan was puzzled.

"You said that a soldier can be trained, a bookkeeper can be trained, and a carpenter and a bricklayer can be trained. But the question is, can an emperor be trained? Who can tell me what courses the emperor needs? Which course?

The textbook says that if you learn what I do, you will be a good emperor?"

Jiang Nan frowned slightly, "You, what are you talking about? Where in the world is there such a book that you can become an emperor after learning it? If this is really the case, wouldn't everyone in the world be able to become an emperor."

"Yes! Just because there is no such book, I can't teach the prince! Don't you know that I have been avoiding this matter all these years?"

Jiang Nan was greatly surprised and was stunned for a long time before murmuring: "I, I always thought you were afraid of getting involved in the Crown Prince's affairs and annoying His Majesty!"

Zhang Ximeng said with a smile: "Then you haven't thought about the most direct reason, that is, I don't know how to do it! I can't do it!"

"Then why are you still answering?" Jiang Nan said angrily.

"I can't refuse this job! Because I know that other people won't either. If they take the job away by bragging, after waiting for several years, His Highness the Prince will become crooked and there is nothing he can do to save it.

, so I can only reluctantly become a nominal teacher."

Jiang Nan frowned even more. She thought for a long time before she figured out Zhang Ximeng's operation, "You, aren't you just occupying the latrine and not taking a shit?"

After saying that, she also laughed. It was obviously a major matter to teach the prince and it was related to the country. Why did she say it in such a vulgar way?

After a while, she asked curiously: "Then what are you going to do? You can't just do nothing, right?"

Zhang Ximeng smiled and said, "Actually, I would say that the king of a country is supreme and the one who needs to make the final decision. What is really taboo is to teach him how to do it since he was a child! Even if the teaching is correct, it won't work! Because these teachings

Things will become rules and regulations, constraining hands and feet, and restricting actions."

"You know Song Renzong, right? You can't do anything, you can only be the emperor... In fact, any emperor, including the emperor of Zhao and Song Dynasties, has indisputable power. The Nine-Five Supreme Lord, who talks about the Tianxian, really can't do anything.

? Whoever goes against the emperor is called treason and wants to kill the nine tribes. Then why do you think there are too many emperors, unable to do anything, and tied up?"

Jiang Nan is a strange woman after all. Although she is pregnant, her IQ is still online.

"I understand. What you mean is that if you want to control an emperor and restrain his behavior, you must educate him from an early age and repeatedly exhort him to accept this set of things. Even if he sits on the dragon throne, he will not dare to use it.

Just like Song Renzong and Song Shenzong, if they really want to kill those old officials who obstructed the reform, they can do it easily. But it is a pity that they have been tamed and do not dare to do anything?"

Zhang Ximeng said with a smile: "Madam is indeed wise, and Li'er is just like that. But it is also good to tame the emperor in advance, that is, he will not mess around. But I always feel that when we can make a big difference, we should put in a lot of rules and regulations.

It is not appropriate to use various so-called doctrines to instill into the prince's head and regulate his behavior in advance."

"Then according to the master, it would be best to teach nothing at all! But, there are obviously so many people teaching the prince!"

Zhang Ximeng said with a helpless smile: "I can't say nothing and don't learn anything. I have no choice but to learn everything! Anyway, I won't get involved and let them teach. Those few people can't say that what they teach is right.

"

Jiang Nan chewed for a long time before she understood her husband's thoughts.

The prince's education definitely involves all aspects.

Because it is this period of time that can influence the future emperor.

If a gangster who has nothing to do with any of the parties is parachuted into the throne, even if it is just one person, he can kill hundreds of officials and make them fall to their feet, just because he is the emperor.

For details, please refer to Zhu Houcong.

It’s not that other emperors couldn’t do it, but they were restrained by people from very early on. From the way they think about problems, to the ways they get information, to the people they trust around them, layer by layer.

Layers, one after another... In this case, even if you hold the Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Knife, it can only be used to peel apples, and there is no use for it at all.

So in Zhang Ximeng's view, the prince's problem is not how to teach, but how not to teach... But he can't tell others. Even if Zhu Yuanzhang and Queen Ma hear this, they will fall out.

I have no choice but to settle for the next best thing. Anyway, you can instill whatever you are willing to instill. As long as I, the real teacher, don't say anything and don't let the prince form a stereotype, there is still room for redemption.

"Well, how are you going to teach? Do you want to do something else? You can't just do nothing, right?" Jiang Nan hesitated.

Zhang Ximeng thought about it seriously, "Just be like his father! Keep instilling! The cramming education method! God bless you!"

Jiang Nan was dumbfounded, what is this?

Please God bless me. You don’t know how it will work if you dare to love me?

As Zhang Ximeng said, no one knows how to teach a qualified emperor. After all, the industry of emperor is not produced in batches, and there are no universal teaching materials. What else can be done?

Even if Zhang Ximeng's idea is not reliable, he can only make mistakes.

Sure enough, on the second day after Zhu Biao arrived in Peiping, he got a pile of wooden boxes.

These boxes are not for Zhu Yuanzhang, and Zhu Biao does not need to give instructions. He only needs to read them.

"Sir, my mother told me that she wants me to write to her every ten days and a half to tell her what I have learned." Zhu Biao said in a low voice, if he just read these things, how could he tell her

Explain?

There is always a standard to what extent you have learned about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, a collection of classics and history, and the Four Books and Five Classics. But when you get to Zhang Ximeng, you are completely blind.

"Okay! You can summarize what you read and send it to Yingtian, and I will arrange the rest."

After receiving the teacher's assurance, Zhu Biao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the teacher Zhang Ximeng is not that reliable, he has a very good habit of not making things difficult for his students. Zhu Biao can read these official documents to understand the progress of various things, and he can also go to various places to have a look at the public sentiment.

He can do whatever he wants, even if he is in a daze for a day, Zhang Ximeng will not make it difficult for him.

So little Zhu Biao, start your wild growth!

Facts have proved that Zhu Biao is still very docile after being ordered to do so for several years. If it were Zhu Laosi, he would probably ride on the pony and let go.

Zhu Biao, on the other hand, was honest and read various official documents. Among them, he was most concerned about the construction of the beacon tower... The gentleman had to build it despite the snow and cold weather.

They also had to send people from the Gongde camp, as well as the kind-hearted old woman who had lost a relative. Zhu Biao was eager to know what happened.

After he opened the official document, he immediately saw a huge project... Starting from Shanhaiguan and heading west along the Yanshan Mountains, a beacon tower will be built every three to five miles. In some densely populated places, it will even take one.

Inside one.

In flat places, beacon towers can be built with bricks and stones to make them stronger.

The accommodation conditions are also very good. You can build a courtyard with tall walls, store food, weapons, firewood, and a pier. It can accommodate up to thirty or fifty people. Basically, it is the responsibility of a hundred households or a general banner.

In areas with rugged terrain, especially those on piers deep into the mountains, the situation is much worse.

Since the bricks and stones could not be transported, we had to use local materials and build an observation tower more than three feet high with pine wood. A stove and a large pot were placed on it.

When encountering an enemy attack, throw dried wolf dung in and light it to alert other beacon towers.

In addition to wolf dung, there are also some firecrackers and sky lanterns... Anyway, they are all things that can convey messages.

The accommodation conditions on this kind of pier are very, very poor. There is only a wooden house underneath to protect against jackals, tigers and leopards.

Then there is only one small flag, commanding five or seven people to be stationed.

Each beacon tower stores one or two thousand kilograms of grain as daily food.

In normal times, soldiers can still hunt to replenish their meat supply. But once the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, the knee-deep snow is enough to make it difficult to walk... Cold, hunger, lack of supplies, and tigers, wolves, brown bears, all threaten the lives of soldiers at all times.

Even in summer, there are no good days.

The densely packed mosquitoes are so large that when encountered in the wild, they can suck the blood of a cow and kill it overnight.

It’s easy to imagine if you don’t have any preparations.

In a beacon tower, five or seven people were sucked dry by mosquitoes and died miserably... Zhu Biao read the content. Gradually, he felt his heart tightening and his breathing rapid.

It’s so dangerous and so difficult, why do we still do it?

Aren't the lives of soldiers worth anything?

Why can't they be allowed to return to the military camp and live a comfortable life?

Zhu Biao couldn't help it. He mounted his horse and took several people to check the situation. He wanted to see with his own eyes what was going on. This time he did not see Zhang Ximeng, but instead saw Hu Dahai, the Duke of Yue.

This Ming Dynasty's top three famous generals were arranging tasks, requiring soldiers to carry dry food, proactively explore the situation, and prepare for enemy raids.

As long as there is enemy situation, he will attack decisively!

"The Duke of Yue, the hardships of guarding the border have ended up like this!"

Hu Dahai smiled, "Suffering is certainly true, but Your Highness also needs to know that there is Yanshan Mountain at your feet!"

Zhu Biao's heart moved and he whispered: "Is it the land of Yanyun?"

"Yes! Without this line of defense, the humiliation of Jingkang will no longer be a bitter thing." Hu Dahai said meaningfully.

Zhu Biao was excited again. He read a lot and asked a lot of questions that day... After returning to his residence, he found those official documents again and read them carefully.

A few days later, an article introducing the situation of border defense was sent to Yingtian. A few days later, all the major newspapers in Yingtian published the article "The Gancheng of the Country, the Ming Dynasty" was published in the banner headlines.

Your Highness, the Crown Prince, speaks for the lieutenant generals...

Lewen


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