In Ma Xianglin's view, His Majesty already knows the actual situation and is determined to change it.
There is no need to waste time with Chen Qiyu.
He, who comes from a wealthy family, doesn't understand the sufferings of the people?
I just read a few words in a book.
After hearing his explanation, Zhu Youxiao smiled and shook his head and said:
"I still have something to say. After I return to Beijing, I will inevitably have a verbal dispute with those court officials."
"This is related to the implementation of the New Deal and whether our reforms can be successful."
"After all, you are a military commander.
Politics is not what you are good at, just do your job well."
"I know you look down on those blood-sucking moths, but why don't I do the same?"
"It's just that someone has to do it. Chen Qiyu has a saying that is right. The gentry is indeed the foundation of the country."
"I can't change it, so I can only use strong methods and attitudes to suppress it."
Although Ma Xianglin has no political acumen,
But these words of the emperor,
He can still understand it.
Since ancient times, no matter which emperor he is, he has to rely on scholars and gentry to govern the world.
The First Emperor hated the Confucian scholar who deceived him so much that he treated him like a monkey, but even so, he only killed the most important people.
"The matter of Datong has been settled, and I don't need to sit here anymore. You go and prepare, and we will set off back to the capital tomorrow."
Although I have only been away from Beijing for more than two months, I have experienced a lot during this time.
First, Yang Hong colluded with the rebellious Tartars to rob and kill him, and then organized a large-scale cavalry regiment and took the initiative to go out to the north of the Great Wall to conquer the grasslands.
Of course, in the eyes of the courtiers, neither of these two things was very important.
Because Zhu Youxiao directly threw Wang Fang out, and the new policy was to divide the land into acres and acres, and the officials and gentry worked as errands and paid for the food.
It has already caused an uproar in the capital.
I don't know what the chaos will look like now.
Scholar-officials naturally attach great importance to matters related to their own interests.
Comparing the two phases,
The safety of his emperor seemed not so important.
Anyway, the rebellion has been put down and people are safe.
As for the nobles and civil servants who had been imprisoned long ago, the court officials had no intention of caring about their life or death.
As time went by, some people who were still talking tough and trying to delay time for others to come and get it, finally couldn't stand the dual physical and mental torture.
Not only did they collude with Yang Hong and the Mongolian rebels to rob and kill the emperor, but all their corruption, bribery, and cover-up for committing crimes were all done cleanly.
In the past, those high-ranking nobles who relied on their ancestors to dominate and prosper are now like livestock raised in common people's homes, imprisoned in Datong Prison.
Their accommodation and food are based on pig standards, and sometimes they are even worse than pigs.
There is a huge gap in life. Only two months have passed. Those nobles who have enjoyed wealth and wealth for half a lifetime and have been fat and fat are now probably more than three times thinner.
Two months ago, these had a transcendent status,
The emperor needs to please the nobles and nobles he relies on. How could he have imagined that one day he would live like a pig or a dog?
As one of the five great princes, Zhu Chunchen, the Duke of Cheng, whose ancestor had outstanding military exploits and was posthumously named the county king, was kneeling in front of Xiaoqi, a member of the Imperial Guard.
He licked the ground with his tongue and licked the thin food cooked with unknown ingredients. With his fat body, and then stripped off his clothes, it was no different from eating like a pig.
"Eat well and be full. In a few hours, you won't have anything to eat."
Hearing what Xiao Qi said, Zhu Chunchen was filled with panic. He ignored the iron chain around his neck and said in a panic:
"You can't kill me. My ancestors were the founding heroes of the country, and my family is a hereditary prince personally appointed by Emperor Chengzu. You can't kill me."
Xiaoqi immediately kicked him in the face, and then said disdainfully:
"I also know that your ancestor was the founding hero of the country. It's just that you don't want to repay your kindness. You also colluded with the rebels to rob the emperor. For a pig like you, the elders of your Imperial Guard will kill you if they want."
"Now confess to me honestly. Those nobles in the capital, who were not involved, and who were not aware of it, can save the lives of others."
Although Sun Yunhe found out the whole story, it was only about the people who left Beijing this time and Yang Hong.
These nobles are not all idiots, or maybe they still have a glimmer of hope, expecting that the nobles from the capital and Nanjing will come to save them.
Even under severe torture and all kinds of mental torture, he still had reservations, and other nobles did not mention it.
When Zhu Youxiao learned that they had only told some of their own affairs, he couldn't help but feel doubtful and unconfident.
Could it be that his Jin Yiwei's methods are not as good as those of Liu Zongmin and Gao Yigong?
Now he had no patience, so he decided to operate on the fat pig Zhu Chunchen first, so that the uncles would know that he was not lifting it up high and putting it down gently.
The day before Zhu Youxiao was about to return to Beijing, the tortured Zhu Chunchen was finally carried to the execution ground by two Tiqi.
There was an oil pan and a bonfire on the execution ground, which were specially prepared for Zhu Chunchen.
At this time, Zhu Chunchen, although his hands and feet were tightly tied and his mouth was stuffed with mud, he still resisted with all his strength.
But this kind of wailing and desire for survival before death is destined to be in vain, when he takes his place.
Li Zhongzheng, the prefect of Datong, walked to the execution ground holding the imperial edict and said loudly:
"Zhu Chunchen, the hero of Jingnan, is a hereditary noble. He received the country's favor in his life and died with the country. However, this man did not want to repay his kindness and colluded with the Tartars and the rebellious Yang Hong."
"Reselling grain, ordnance, and firearms to foreign enemies in the pass, willing to act as rebels and internal agents of the Tartars, and carry out robberies and rebellions."
"He is so heartbroken that I cannot forgive him. I hereby order him to be deprived of his title, deposed as a commoner, and sentenced to death as punishment."
Zhu Youxiao's decision was to cut him in half, then use his lower body to cook soup and his upper body to make barbecue.
The reason why this torture was used was not only for historical reasons, but also because Zhu Youxiao was also sending a signal to the nobles.
Even the Duke died so tragically, if you uncles continue to hold on, you will end up even worse than him.
Although this had a great impact on Zhu Youxiao's reputation, he never cared.
There are only a few nobles from the Hongwu and Yongle dynasties who can still be loyal to the emperor.
Zhang Weixian had already reconciled with them, and with the army in hand and the power in hand, Zhu Youxiao could completely let go.
Since these people are going to oppose him and even kill themselves, there is no need to keep them around.
Sure enough, the effect was very good. When Zhu Chunchen was cut into two pieces by the guillotine, the soldiers and the people were applauding.
Only those nobles who had been specially invited to watch the execution were stunned in place, feeling the despair they had never experienced before.