Accompanied by a ghost-like whimpering sound of wind, there was loud thunder outside the window, and lightning was like a dragon, piercing the entire dark cloud-covered sky.
Accompanied by the deafening thunder, the electric dragon rolled madly and uncontrollably in the sky, seeming to fall to the ground at any time, crushing the boundless evil spirit into ashes.
Zhu Yunxi's body trembled slightly, and his shoulders were so stiff that they were about to cramp.
A trace of sweat seeped out from his forehead.
Under his clothes, his entire back was covered with cold sweat, almost oozing out of his clothes.
There was a clang.
The wind blew the window support to the ground, and the window hit the window frame heavily. A cloud of water vapor rolled up and hit the faces of the father and son behind the window sill, and the room was instantly darkened.
In this small study room that suddenly became dark.
Zhu Biao's voice was long and long, as if coming from the dark cloudy sky outside.
"You reprimanded the director of the Ministry of Industry and promoted the supervisor, Craftsman Zhang, to make a thousand spinning machines. This is a very good idea!"
"If Gu Gu is not wrong, the next step is to wait until Craftsman Zhang completes one thousand looms as promised, and then you will submit a memorial for him to ask for credit."
"I thought about it for a while... Maybe you will ask the head of the Ministry of Work? But you also know that the DPRK will never agree to this matter, so Craftsman Zhang will only become the Prime Minister of the Right School in the end."
"For a ninth-grade official, he does not attract attention, but it is enough to reward him for daring to make a thousand looms when silk comes out in Zhejiang Province this year."
"Gu, is that true or not?"
The yamen of Jiang Zuo Jian has existed since ancient times and has always been under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Industry.
It is a place where the most exquisite construction techniques and the most superb craftsmen have been mastered in all dynasties.
There will be one supervisor, a senior supervisor, starting from the third rank, and two junior supervisors, starting from the fourth rank.
He is in charge of civil engineering, and has jurisdiction over the left school office, right school office, middle school office, and Zhenguan office.
In the fourth department, there is one person who is under the eighth rank, and there are three people who are under the ninth rank.
The left school office is in charge of the craftsman's affairs. Le County, Guan Gong, weapons, and funeral rites are all provided.
The right school office is responsible for the building, plastering, and chalking of toilets.
The Lieutenant Colonel's Office is in charge of supplying the Zhou army, weapons, and miscellaneous equipment.
The Office of the Zhen Guan is responsible for carving stones and clay, providing stone chimes, human and animal stele, pillars, mills, pots, bottles, and foul vessels. For imperial burials, bright vessels are provided.
For example, the loom made by the craftsman is within the responsibility of the right school office.
Everything was as Zhu Biao said, which made Zhu Yunxi emit a powerless sense of frustration and inexplicable fear from the bottom of his heart and from his bone marrow.
Indeed, as my father said, he planned to transform that craftsman from a craftsman into a ninth-grade general and the director of the right school office.
And he will also raise his requirements, and then wait for the court and the old man to lower these requirements.
This feeling of being just glanced at, and even what he ate and what he pooped yesterday was clearly seen, gradually making Zhu Yunxi feel dizzy.
However, in the darkness, Zhu Biao let out a long and faint sigh.
"All officials in the dynasty must undergo the imperial examination."
"Do you want to use Craftsman Zhang's hand to break this situation?"
Zhu Yunxi knew that he had to speak, but his throat had become extremely dry without knowing when. He could only rely on the faint light to swallow a full cup of tea.
Then he said in a hoarse voice: "Confucianism will hinder the Ming Dynasty from moving forward."
Now that my father, who is the Prince of Ming Dynasty, has guessed my thoughts and thoughts.
Zhu Yunxi knew very well that he no longer had any reasons or explanations to cover up.
Only honest explanation.
Perhaps, the next step is to obey the punishment.
"Actually, we have also seen that Confucianism has this shortcoming."
However, Zhu Biao's undisguised voice of worry came from the darkness again.
This touched Zhu Yunxi's heart. He raised his head and looked at his father, who was vaguely sitting in a wheelchair in the darkness in front of him.
"Father, son..."
Zhu Biao shook his head: "What is this world? How should we govern the country? Countless attempts have been made in the past dynasties. What is the final conclusion?"
Before Zhu Yunxi could answer, Zhu Biao had already spoken directly: "Etiquette! Only the Confucian etiquette and law can achieve peace in this life. Only the etiquette and law can bind all the people in the world and understand the idea of loyalty to the emperor. Only the etiquette and law can bring peace to the world.
Under the constraints, only the scholars in the world can pass the imperial examination and be used by the court. With these scholars, the court is the court, and my family can truly govern the world."
This is the true art of the emperor.
This is to use a scraper to tear open the superficial layer of flesh and blood from the foundation of a dynasty's rule, exposing the flesh, blood and bones underneath to Zhu Yunxi.
Zhu Biao almost said in a tone of gritted teeth: "Confucianism? Once it is a family, how can it be a country? In the former Song Dynasty, the world was shared by scholar-bureaucrats. Where is the country now? A Shushan Academy is half a court, and a senior official in the ministry is
He is a relative of the Manchu Dynasty, and a feudal official has implicated thousands of gentry and powerful men! Whose family in this world belongs to him?"
At the end of the sentence, Zhu Yunxi could see that his father was trying his best to suppress his anger.
After a suppressed roar, Zhu Biao leaned heavily on the wheelchair and let out a long breath.
In the dark environment, the most glorious crown prince of the Ming Dynasty finally plucked out his deepest understanding of the world, this country, and this court from his bones.
He came out and placed it bloody in front of his son.
Zhu Yunxi's whole body began to tremble slightly, which was always out of his control. His throat became increasingly dry, and he asked in a low voice like a bellows: "Then father...grandpa..."
"Hmph!" Zhu Biao snorted coldly: "But if there were no Confucianism, who would pastor and protect the people, organize the government, and maintain the tens of thousands of local gentry and powerful people?"
This is the common understanding that any wise monarch has.
Clear, but full of huge helplessness.
"The world has never been the world of one person, but the world of tens of millions of people. But with so many people, there always needs someone to manage them and unify the strategies for moving forward."
"In the pre-Qin period, hundreds of schools of thought contended. Why did it come to the hands of the Han Dynasty that only Confucianism was left?"
"It's all because Confucians understand the rules and know how to use their etiquette to maintain the order of the world for the king."
After silently narrating the consensus of the kings of the past dynasties, Zhu Biao's figure gradually moved forward and appeared in front of Zhu Yunxi.
"If you want to take the imperial examination, you are going to be an enemy of all the scholars in this world!"
"The Ming Dynasty will also fall into endless battles. The government will be unstable, the morale of the military will be turbulent, and the defense line in the north will be relaxed."
"When the time comes, when the Northland falls, your second uncle, third uncle, and fourth uncle will all die for the country!"
"And those scholars will regain fairness and justice, and choose a king or family they think is qualified to become the new master of this world!"
Zhu Biao's eyes kept flickering. When he learned that Zhu Yunxi had scolded the director of the Ministry of Works, Mr. Zhang, who was going to be the supervisor, and combined it with the post army's method of transferring officials, he began to suspect, and it gradually became clear. p>
Zhu Yunxi dodged his eyes with some fear, and whispered: "Father, can't my family change the current situation? They are all disciples of the same family who entered the court and became officials. They have a common belief, but the world has evolved from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.
Ruying hair and drinking blood, to today's rituals, music, singing and dancing, nothing in the world remains unchanged!"
"They are like this one year, ten years, and hundreds of years. Just like the long thousand-step corridor in front of the Meridian Gate, it will always look the same. How can the world still prosper, and how can the Ming Dynasty survive forever?"
"Is it going to be like the previous dynasty, which lasted only two or three hundred years, but was destroyed by party strife, vassal towns, eunuchs, or even at the hands of foreign enemies?"
"My son believes that only by constantly introducing new things from the old, constantly bringing forth countless new things in the world, constantly increasing the yield of the fields, making the people richer, so that the food in the granaries will never be exhausted, so that Ming Dynasty will always be this
The most powerful country in the world, only our Ming Dynasty can survive forever!"
Today's father-son game was a frank game where the flesh was cut open and the heart and lungs were taken out.
As a father, Zhu Biao did not hold back at all and clearly revealed the relationship between the king and Confucianism.
Zhu Yunxi did not hide anything and spoke out his truest thoughts and goals.
Zhu Biao let out another long sigh, his eyes became a little ambiguous, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"After saying so much, you are still stuck in it and have never seen it clearly."
Zhu Yunxi looked blank: "What does this mean, father?"
Zhu Biao shook his head and said: "What was Confucianism like before Han Wu, and what was it like after Han Wu? What was it like when the imperial examination was promoted in the Sui and Tang Dynasties? What was it like when the Song Dynasty unified the world?"
Zhu Yunxi suddenly reacted and said in surprise: "What father said is to break out from within Confucianism?"
Confucian reformists!
At this moment, Zhu Yunxuan understood Zhu Biao's political philosophy.
Suddenly he felt that his thoughts were somewhat consistent.
Zhu Biao seemed to be able to see through his son's heart today, and chuckled: "If we guessed correctly, you probably think so too. If you don't have the ability to uproot and create a new person, you can only follow our instructions."
The idea is to let it move forward in the direction set by us just like Dayu when he was controlling the floods."
Zhu Yunxi was completely convinced. He stood up and bowed down: "Please father, please acquit his son."
Zhu Biao waved his hand and shook his sleeves: "This year, Enke, your grandfather intends to fill the vacancies of the imperial court and local officials. Since we are going to let them compete now, our family will not use all those who compete for victory."
"Use those students who failed the exam? Divide them and make them antagonize!" Zhu Yunxi thought about it thoroughly and said with joy on his face: "Only in this way, those who failed the exam this year will become the enemies of scholars all over the world, but
There is nothing they can do. And these people chosen by my family can only rely on my family to survive in the court!"
Zhu Biao turned the wheelchair under him and slid towards the outside of the dim study room.
And his voice came over lightly.
"It's dark in the room, and you can always only say things that can't be said to outsiders."
"The porch outside is bright and bright, and it feels even cooler after the rain."
"As a father, let me tell you about family matters."
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