But several Hanlin officials from the old Zhang family still looked at a loss.
Zhang Juzheng couldn't help but feel angry, so he scolded several rotten Hanlin sons.
He looked at the confusion on the faces of his sons.
Zhang Juzheng began to regret in his heart.
These sons of his...
It's just an elm head.
"Rotten wood cannot be carved!"
Zhang Juzheng was about to explode.
But when his life was about to come to an end, this generation began to reflect on whether there was something wrong with his education method.
As the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty, how could he have the energy to tutor his sons?
In order for his sons to gain fame and enter the Hanlin Academy, Zhang Juzheng had his sons attend family studies since they were young, and their lessons would be taught by the great Confucians in his hometown.
Naturally, those great scholars worked very hard and had very strict requirements on the homework of the young masters of the Zhang family. They were not allowed to be exposed to the dangers of the world and did not know the sufferings of the people.
Instead, he stayed at home and only read the books of sages.
The last ten years have been cold.
The number one scholar and the third flower were admitted.
But.
People are useless!
The boss and the third boss, two talented people from the Hanlin Academy, have really developed in the direction of corrupt Confucianism and have never looked back.
On the contrary, the fourth child, who has not read so many books by sages and has taken up a military position, and a son-in-law who is a cook, now hold up the sky of the Zhang family.
"Is it possible..."
Was I wrong?
The strong smell of musk made Zhang Juzheng clearer. Leaning on the quilt, he began to reflect and regret his way of education.
Earlier years.
The few great Confucian scholars and famous imperial examination teachers he recruited from the Jiangling Zhang Family School only trained a few sour scholars for his old Zhang family.
It seems that it is of little use to the current situation of the DPRK and the New Deal.
The really reliable ones are the fourth child and son-in-law.
And at this time.
This generation of famous ministers pondered and pondered, and gradually seemed to gain insight into the secrets of heaven and realize some great truth from the actions of the fourth child and his son-in-law.
Those dull eyes lit up.
Zhang Juzheng unconsciously muttered to himself: "Bottom up?"
It was as if a light shone in Shen Ke.
In Zhang Juzheng's memory, he pondered what his son-in-law had done. This secretive son-in-law opened a cheap shop and created a new accounting method.
Later, he planted potatoes and sweet potatoes in his Shenjiazhuang, established a cooperative, engaged in warehousing and logistics, and reorganized the factory. Now he is sharpening his knives for this young man in Beijing.
Such actions.
It reminded Zhang Juzheng of his own New Deal.
Shen Lie's actions seemed to be a bottom-up improvement, but he was a top-down reform.
The paths chosen by the two are completely different.
"Um……"
Zhang Juzheng was thoughtful.
Since ancient times.
Reforms carried out from the top down are rarely successful, but his son-in-law's various actions brought a new atmosphere to the Ming Dynasty and the capital.
Which of the two methods is better or worse?
Zhang Juzheng was actually confused.
In the past ten years, he had tried his best, but was struggling. In fact, before he collapsed completely with this sick body...
His New Deal can no longer be implemented. The crux of it is very simple and clear. The reform has turned the powerful against themselves.
Is this possible?
"Shen Lie, Shen Lie."
At this moment, Zhang Juzheng was muttering to himself, but Shen Lie's method actually did a lot of practical things, and was less full of empty talk.
This made Zhang Juzheng's heart seem to burst with sparks.
"Wonderful, wonderful."
Zhang Juzheng nodded and pondered, as if he saw the heroic young man prescribing a good medicine for the Ming Dynasty, which had been suffering for a long time.
"If Shen Lie had been born ten years earlier."
Zhang Juzheng sighed quietly.
It will surely go down in history.
But now.
Think about this.
Zhang Juzheng opened his eyes again, looked at these incompetent sons, and frowned: "Is there anyone in your family who has joined the Qinglian Sect?"
Several Hanlin officials looked at each other.
A little panicked.
Apparently his old father was right.
Several people still wanted to defend themselves, hesitating and saying: "We have a few concubines at home, and we often go to those Taoist men with their maids to ask for their signatures..."
Hear this.
Zhang Juzheng was angry and anxious, so he glared hard and scolded: "Tell them to tell them off quickly, it's too late... Don't blame me for being cruel and evil!"
Asking for a signature?
You have such a big heart!
Did he go there to ask for a signature? I’m afraid he went to ask for a child!
Think about this.
Zhang Juzheng's face darkened, he actually wanted to catch those demons and magicians and cut them into pieces with a thousand knives, and his sons, who were rich in knowledge and knowledge, wanted to kill them.
It is really!
"Why."
With a sigh, fatigue came over me.
Zhang Juzheng, who was terminally ill, fell into a deep sleep again with endless regret.
same time.
Beijing at night.
On the street.
Shen Lie didn't understand that much, so he led the factory guards and the three major battalions with tens of thousands of troops, holding impermanent thin glasses, from the mansions and Taoist temples.
The top leaders of the Yan Gang, the Cao Gang, the Maitreya Sect, the White Lotus Sect, and the Green Lotus Sect were wiped out, and a string of scoundrels, demons, and magicians were snatched out of their homes by the soldiers.
Put in prison.
Naturally, the property of these people was confiscated, and the mansions were sealed with factory guard seals, and the original prison was quickly filled with people.
So much so.
The emperor decreed that a deserted palace in Xiyuan be opened and used as a temporary prison to imprison these heinous criminals.
After a period of chaos and chaos.
Amidst the bursts of muskets that sounded from time to time, the long night was finally coming to an end, and a faint light lit up in the sky.
When the sky is about to break.
Shen Lie, Zhang Jianxiu, and Feng Bao appeared in front of the Shanxi Guild Hall on horseback and reined in the tall horse without haste.
look up.
Then I saw dozens of sturdy guards guarding the Shanxi guild hall under the tall lintel, and the lights inside the guild hall were brightly lit.
In that magnificent hall.
Some businessmen, scholars, and officials who were blocked inside were craning their necks to look outside, still confused as to what was going on.
With the arrival of a large number of factory guard cavalry.
The atmosphere became tense.
Looking at the dozens of guards from the Shanxi Guild Hall, Shen Lie's face darkened and he waved his hand: "Go in and search, if you encounter any obstruction... shoot to death!"
"Search carefully!"
Check to see if there are any contraband, letters to and from Tatars and Jurchens, account books, etc. These are all evidence of incrimination.
As soon as these murderous words were spoken.
Behind him.
Tiqi and Fanzi swarmed out again, aiming their bows, crossbows and muskets at the gate of the Shanxi Guild Hall, as well as the dozens of tough guards.
The guard refused.
Dozens of tough men, even under the threat of dense muskets and crossbows, refused to give way. At first glance, they looked like family-born soldiers who were not afraid of death.
"Why?"
Shen Lie was slightly stunned.
Not ostentatious either.
He unpretentiously pulled out the short flint-haired gun from his waist, moved the faucet away, and pointed it at a tall and fierce man.
Take a look.
The fierce guard's face was ashen.
Seeing Shen Lie's finger on the trigger...
"stop!"
As a low shout sounded in the hall.
A majestic old man with a slim figure, dressed in luxurious brocade, walked quickly out of the lobby surrounded by a group of scholars and officials.
The old man waved his hand and dismissed the guard, then walked proudly in front of Shen Lie's horse and looked at Shen Lie intently with his shining eyes.
There is also the musket in Shen Lie's hand.
It's Zhang Siwei.
After leaving the field, he resigned from office.
Elder Zhang Ge looked much worse, but he was still full of energy.
