After Zhu Di gave the order, he immediately returned to the book and began to study Zhang Ximeng's manuscript again... Zhu Di was so hungry that he forgot to eat and sleep. The things in this book are really well written.
No wonder Mr. Zhang didn’t dare to teach others and could only entrust it to himself. Only I, Zhu Di, can exert the power of this sacred book!
Gradually, Zhu Di understood what the four-stage strategy is, what transfer costs and contradictions are, and how to control the relationship between supply and demand... For example, Huayun went to Ryukyu, causing prices to skyrocket and food shortages... What to do? Open a position
Releasing grain? What are you thinking! Anyway, it’s not within the Ming Dynasty. If you raise the price, many people can’t afford it, and the demand will be reduced. This will rebalance the balance.
As for people who are hungry, I'm sorry, we don't care about that. If you want to buy food from us, no problem!
Just need to pay more!
Otherwise, we must pay attention to understanding in everything!
After Zhu Di saw it, he felt as if he had found a treasure. He felt that his realm was advancing rapidly and he was making progress every day. Looking back at the world, the world was completely different.
People like Zhu Biao, Lan Yu, Zhu Ying, and even Zheng Yuchun all learned some little skills of Zhang Xiang, but they just couldn't get started. They could only use them when they encountered very dangerous situations.
After using it, I felt hesitant and blamed myself for a while, unable to carry it forward at all.
But Zhu Di is different. Now he not only has learned from the inside out, but also has to innovate and make the old better than the old!
The more Zhu Di thought about it, the happier he became. Then he called Huang Zicheng, and Fang Xiaoru also came by the way.
The two people came to see Zhu Di with different moods. Huang Zicheng was like a pot of charcoal and wanted to run the school well.
But Fang Xiaoru was different. He had just impeached Zhu Di and heard that Prime Minister Zhang had sent him away. I heard that the King of Yan had a bad heart and would probably take revenge on him.
But a real man does things with courage and courage. Even if Zhu Di wants to kill him, I will face it calmly.
But Fang Xiaoru never expected that after Zhu Di called the two people over, he would lose his temper directly at Huang Zicheng.
"Mr. Huang, I asked you to open the gates of the mountain widely and recruit people from the Mongolian and Jurchen tribes in order to promote enlightenment. Cultivate talents for them, and also facilitate the spread of Chinese civilization. But you are not good at distinguishing good from bad.
Yes! And there are those who can only count fifty words! What do you think of Peking University College? Is it a joke? If you do it like this, how can you compete with Jimin Academy? You are going to piss me off!"
Good guy, Zhu Di directly scolded Huang Zicheng, but Huang Zicheng was stunned. He had told Zhu Di that people could not be trained into talents, but could be trained as playboys, so they would not threaten the Ming Dynasty.
But it was you, Zhu Di, who collected money to recruit people. The money went into your pocket. How dare you blame me?
Huang Zicheng wanted to argue, but after all, the other party was the King of Yan and the backer of his own school. No matter what, he could not offend Zhu Di!
Huang Zicheng was so startled that Fang Xiaoru hesitated. Could it be that he had misunderstood? It was not Zhu Di who did it, but Huang Zicheng instigated it?
If that's the case, Huang, I've misjudged you!
Fang Xiaoru thought about it over and over in her mind and was doubtful.
Zhu Di snorted coldly: "Huang Zicheng, don't say any more. If it weren't for the fact that talented people are rare and Peking is a civilized desert, I will definitely punish you severely! Don't say anything now... Let Fang Xiaoru be in charge of recruiting students from outside.
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Zhu Di then turned to Fang Xiaoru, with a sincere face, "Mr. Fang, we only want the best students in our school. Although it is difficult to have well-educated people among these tribes...but we must also choose smart and intelligent ones, not just descendants of the leader.
We must also give opportunities to ordinary people, as long as they are smart and eager to learn... I will pay for the tuition fees from Prince Yan's Mansion!"
Zhu Di added: "Mr. Fang, you can tell them that all the tribal children who come to Peking University will definitely receive the best education. All classes are taught by famous teachers, including martial arts, and General Lan Yulan is invited to give lectures. This guarantees that
Let them learn the best knowledge of military leadership."
These words simply made Fang Xiaoru stupid.
"King Yan, it doesn't seem like this is necessary, right?"
Zhu Di spoke earnestly, "Mr. Fang, I know you may still have the Huayi debate in your heart and are unwilling to spend money on them... But I believe that we must treat others with sincerity in everything, and only by showing our sincerity can we win over them.
Your loyalty. Compare your heart to your heart!"
Now it's Fang Xiaoru's turn to be stupid... Isn't this King Yan very good? Why is it different from the rumors?
It seems that one cannot always trust what one says.
Are there fewer times when black and white are reversed and right and wrong are confused?
He even complained to Prime Minister Zhang and wronged a good man.
Now it seems that I feel sorry for King Yan.
"Your Majesty's words are very reasonable. Fang Xiaoru will do his best. Please rest assured, Prince Yan!"
Zhu Di was very moved and said: "In that case, please work hard and give lectures to them while Prime Minister Zhang is in Peiping. It is their blessing to hear Prime Minister Zhang lecture."
Fang Xiaoru nodded repeatedly, said goodbye to Zhu Di quickly, and couldn't wait to make preparations.
Before leaving, Fang Xiaoru gave Huang Zicheng a fierce look, "It's you who ruined the good King Yan."
Huang Zicheng is full of grievances...Am I wronged?
There were only two people left. He suddenly looked at Zhu Di and said in surprise: "His Royal Highness, King Yan, why did you change your mind? Didn't we agree that we would teach him to be a dandy?"
Zhu Di glared at him, "Idiot, it's not like I only have one son. If you teach him to teach him nothing, they can just replace him with another one. Moreover, they will have a grudge and feel that we in Peiping intend to harm them, so they will be separated from us from now on."
Come on... tell me, didn’t you come up with a bad idea?”
Huang Zicheng was dumbfounded and couldn't help but extend his thumb, "Your Highness, congratulations! Then, what are you going to do?"
Zhu Di chuckled, "Of course I trained them to look like talents."
"Looks like a talent?"
"Yes! It's the kind you're familiar with. He writes a thousand words but has no ideas. He only talks big words but doesn't know how to do shit. He doesn't live in the world and doesn't understand the suffering of the people... By the way, he's the kind of scholar-bureaucrat.
Just like you did before!"
Huang Zicheng cried, your description is really rude!
"Your Highness, I probably understand, but how can such a person win the favor of various tribes?"
Zhu Di did not answer, but asked instead: "Mr. Huang, how can a scholar gain the trust of the emperor, prosper in the officialdom, and get to the high position of prime minister?"
Huang Zicheng couldn't help but think about it... This scholar was obviously not the kind of Zhang Ximeng or Li Shanchang, but a civil servant who had climbed up through formal channels in the middle of the dynasty.
First of all, this group of people must have good test scores, especially in the imperial examination. They must get to the top of the exam, be known by the government and the public, and obtain academic qualifications.
Correspondingly, the children of these gang leaders are allowed to enter Peking University, receive guidance from famous teachers, and graduate successfully.
Secondly, what do literati want?
Literati need to stick together and support each other to form a force.
As long as everyone works together, they won't be tricked.
When it comes to Peking Academy, it allows people from different tribes to get acquainted with each other and form a friendship with each other, and even allows top students from the Ming Dynasty to become friends with them, broaden their network of contacts, and lay a foundation.
In this way, the leaders' children who successfully graduated from Peking University will become bright and beautiful.
They have top-notch diplomas, received the best education, and speak the same way. They know people from other tribes and have friends in the Ming Dynasty.
In a word, he is a loudspeaker. He is definitely a character.
For such a talent, it would be a disgrace for them to be a leader. If they had reached the Ming Dynasty, they would have been able to become generals and prime ministers.
As for their level?
Maybe just look at the scholar-bureaucrats in the Song Dynasty and you will know that there may be a few geniuses, but overall they have crotch problems and there is no cure.
Huang Zicheng figured out the key and actually broke into a cold sweat.
"Your Highness, who came up with this idea for Your Highness? This idea is too great!"
Zhu Di blinked, who?
Mr. Zhang!
But it's a pity that Zhu Di didn't have the courage to reveal it, so he could only say with a dark face: "The idea you gave me that day was so bad! I came up with it myself when I went back. For the sake of letting you take the blame today, I will
I don’t blame you anymore. Just go back and write down a strategy for running the school and send it to Yingtian so that my father can take a look."
Huang Zicheng had nothing to say, so he could only go down quickly. He couldn't write about the messy calculations here. He just said that he would recruit the children of tribal leaders, expand their education, give them the best teachers, arrange the best education, and let them learn their skills.
, be loyal to the Ming Dynasty and be a loyal minister and good general of the Ming Dynasty.
This strategy was reviewed by Zhu Di and sent to Lao Zhu.
When he saw this result, Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and looked to the side, "Zhu Biao, take a look too!"
Zhu Biao took it, glanced at it a few times, and then frowned.
"Father, is the fourth brother just wishful thinking? I, I think he has been fooled by rotten scholars! How can he be so naive? He should issue an order quickly to stop him from doing such nonsense!"
Zhu Yuanzhang raised his head. After a long time, he suddenly put his hands on his hands and laughed, "Corrupt Confucian? We don't think so! This man can be called a genius of the world! We were almost deceived by him."
Zhu Biao was puzzled, "Father, why do you say that?"
Lao Zhu chuckled, "Zhu Biao, you said that by choosing the best teacher, you can teach good students? Then why did Mr. Zhang send his son to Jimin School? Why were your second and third brothers taught by several Hanlin scholars?
The brothers turned against each other? According to what they did, we don’t think they could teach many real talents, but instead they would teach a bunch of scholar-bureaucrats!”
Zhu Biao was shocked. Looking at this strategy again, combined with what his father said, he gradually realized something, "Father, who designed this for the fourth brother? He, he absolutely can't figure it out!"
Zhu Yuanzhang was slightly startled and said meaningfully: "This idea does not seem to be the work of Mr. Zhang. There are capable people around Lao Si."
Zhu Biao frowned and said, "Father, why wasn't it sir's work?"
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said, "If it is really my husband who takes action, he will probably advocate dividing the grassland equally and start from ordinary tribesmen. That is the royal way! Not this kind, where the action is full of ghosts and endless calculations."
After Lao Zhu finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Biao seriously and said, "Your fourth brother is a little different."
Zhu Biao was startled and said with a smile: "No matter what, he is my fourth brother. Brotherly love is as strong as gold. We will not let our father down!"
Lao Zhu took a deep breath and finally nodded, "Okay, call your brothers and sisters later, and let's have a meal together."
