After hearing Zhu Han's advice, Liu Shenhong seemed to understand something?
But for a while, it seemed like I couldn't catch it.
It was as if there was a layer of window paper between him and this thought. He could clearly feel it but still couldn't see it.
Zhu Han gave Liu Shenhong a big roll of his eyes: "You can't help but praise me. For such a simple question, do you need me to break it up, crush it into pieces, and explain it to you bit by bit?"
Liu Shenhong subconsciously wanted to shake his head and say no, but he was afraid that it would delay his business.
After hesitating for a moment, he still blushed and asked sheepishly: "Please let me know for sure, Your Majesty."
"Okay!" Zhu Han let out a long sigh. These students of his are actually quite capable.
If he hadn't mastered knowledge that was hundreds of years ahead of him, he would have been unable to teach some students now.
Talent is such a cruel thing sometimes.
These students in Huangzhuang don't need to compare with others. The gap between them is huge in many places.
Just like Shen Longliang and He Fengyu.
The former's talent in arithmetic and architecture shocked Zhu Han.
The other party can understand the meaning of many things just by reading them once, and can even easily draw inferences.
But the latter was so stupid when he was learning arithmetic class.
But if it were a mountain and river geography class, the latter would become the genius with a photographic memory.
As for the former, even if they rack their brains to study every day, their results are still unsatisfactory.
The gap between the two sides can be said to be as big as a chasm.
Zhu Han felt that maybe because of his relationship, there were really no talents suitable for politics among his students.
That is Liu Shenhong, because he once helped him manage the students of Huangzhuang, so he has relatively rich management experience.
But since I have little experience, my performance can only be said to be okay.
"Come closer." Zhu Han waved angrily.
Liu Shenhong understood what his prince meant and quickly closed his ears to listen carefully.
Zhu Han lowered his voice in Liu Shenhong's ear and kept giving instructions.
Liu Shenhong's eyes became brighter and brighter. After listening to all Zhu Han's instructions, Liu Shenhong couldn't help but praise: "Your Highness, you are so tall!"
However, he didn't expect that he was kicked out by Zhu Han as soon as he finished speaking: "You little bastard, how dare you dare to yin and yang me?"
Liu Shenhong was really confused. As God can testify, he really thought that his prince's method was brilliant. Why was he suddenly beaten for no apparent reason?
Just as he was about to explain, Zhu Han's voice came over. You have nothing to do here, so hurry up and deal with the White Lotus Sect.
I carefully looked up and found that my prince's face was really not very good-looking. He didn't dare to say anything else and quickly told me to leave.
Refugee camp outside Datong Prefecture.
In an ordinary-looking wooden house, there are at least more than 4,000 such refugee camps in the directory, so it is very inconspicuous.
And the current refugees have only just recovered somewhat from the disaster.
Everyone is busy with their own affairs, trying to save a little more money to prepare for returning home.
The so-called fallen leaves return to their roots, although many of them feel that life in the refugee camp is better than in their hometown.
And many of them still hope to return to their hometown.
Therefore, it is natural to take care of something.
When I participated in the work-for-relief program in the refugee camp, the wages were actually not particularly high.
However, since Datong Mansion does not care about food, clothing, housing, etc., it actually makes more money than before.
This also gives all refugees hope.
Because here in Datong Prefecture, there are almost no officials who will delay or even deduct people's wages.
When this kind of income can be calculated stably, future life becomes predictable.
After all, as long as you work hard and there are no other special expenses.
As long as you calculate the money you have accumulated, you can know how much money you need.
Everyone is busy with their own things, so naturally there is no time to care about an ordinary house.
And the inside of this seemingly ordinary house is indeed completely unique.
The walls around the room are covered with patched quilts.
Even the gaps in the windows were stuffed with thatch.
A man dressed in rags, who looked like an ordinary refugee, returned to the middle of the house after checking carefully.
He lowered his voice and said: "Okay, now as long as we don't speak loudly, the people next to us will definitely not be able to hear what we say."
Because the windows were also blocked by quilts, the room was quite dark even though it was broad daylight.
Not to mention that I couldn't see my fingers, I could hardly see anything.
After this person's words left the account, several voices sounded around him one after another.
"Damn, the dog court is really too strict now. We should be more and more careful when we go out in the future."
"The Dog Court has always been like this, and it's not like this just now. I think you are just looking for a reason."
The voice of the person who had complained before suddenly told Sansan: "What do you mean? When did I find a reason? The Dog Court is now investigating more and more strictly. This is a fact."
"When we were in other places, where were those officials like now?"
"We get together so frequently now, what if the dog court finds out the clues?"
The people who mocked Zhou Tong before laughed twice: "Come on Zhou Tong, who doesn't know what kind of virtue the dog court is? They are just doing superficial things. If they are really strict, they can find out.
We have died hundreds of times without knowing our whereabouts."
"I think you have a different heart for the King of Han."
Zhou Tong gritted his teeth and said, "Zhao Mingde, don't fucking spit on others!"
"Don't think that now that I, Zhou Tong, have a good temper, anyone can stand on my head and shit and pee."
The smell of gunpowder between the two people in glasses became stronger and stronger, and a somewhat majestic voice rang out: "Okay, both of you, please give me a few words."
"This drought in Datong is the best opportunity for our White Lotus Sect."
"As long as we can seize this opportunity and occupy Datong in one fell swoop, it would be best if we could kill that hateful Zhu Han."
"Raise the flag of righteousness, and all the White Lotus sect members in the world will definitely respond."
"When the time comes, Zhu Yuanzhang, the beggar, will definitely care about one thing and not the other."
Another old businessman also nodded: "The Altar Master is right. The Dog Court seems to be prosperous now, but in fact, due to its rapid development, there are many internal problems that have not been resolved."
"It's just that because of the prestige of Zhu Yuanzhang and that bitch Zhu Han, he didn't have any problems."
"As long as one of them dies, even if the Dog Court will not fall apart, there will definitely be huge turmoil."
"Our Ming Dynasty mainland alone is enough to make them miserable, let alone those poor places overseas."
"Zhu Yuanzhang is a beggar after all. If we don't care about running the Central Plains, he will go to those red-haired ghosts to cause trouble."
"I haven't read books and don't know the etiquette of the world. Now I can even appreciate those barren places."
"And that Zhu Han, even Saint Kong..." The old voice began to tremble when he talked about it.
Moreover, my intermittent breathing was obviously not smooth.
Then his figure suddenly fell down.
Several of your people were shocked and rushed over to help the old man who was speaking.
"Mr. Kong, are you okay?"
"Mr. Kong, you must pay attention to your body. Don't make mistakes like Dean Zhu."
"If something happens to you, what will the rest of us do?"
Everyone patted their chests and backs, fanned them and gave them water.
After working hard for a while, the hard-working old man finally recovered.
He waved his hands gently and said, "Thank you everyone, I'm fine now."
"Everyone can rest assured that I will never die before Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Han, these two treacherous traitors, die."
Just by hearing this surname, you know that this person should be a descendant of the Kong family.
Although Zhu Han completely cut off Confucianism at the beginning, it was only for the future of this land.
When Confucianism first emerged thousands of years ago, it indeed had a huge impact on this land.
But as time went by, it was transformed by a dynasty and an emperor.
Confucianism has completely become a tool for rulers to oppress ordinary people.
Now, when technology is developing rapidly, Confucianism has gradually begun to fail to keep up with the times.
It has become an obstacle to China's development.
Therefore, no matter what direction he considered, it was impossible for Zhu Han to continue to allow Confucianism to continue to exist.
As for the descendants of Kong Sheng, remember the things he did in his name.
In fact, Zhu Han didn't care much. After all, the things they did were done by all the ruling classes in this era.
Zhu Han had never taken the Kong family seriously.
Therefore, the Kong family was not completely exterminated.
But if you look at it from the perspective of the Kong family, that is definitely not the case.
Zhu Han, this abominable guy, not only placed Saint Kong as a shameful assistant in history.
It also made everyone in the Kong family become street rats that everyone yelled at.
The revenge of killing one's father and killing one's mother is nothing more than this.
Some Kong family members were indeed frightened to death by Zhu Han, but there were also many who wanted to cut Zhu Han into pieces with a thousand knives.
After all, it was Zhu Han who turned them from the superior descendants of Confucius into the same people as the mud-legged people they looked down on before.
In the past, they could sit at home leisurely and force ordinary people to work for them in the name of studying.
But now, they can only rely on their own hands to support themselves like ordinary people.
Because of this, many unwilling Kong family members began to help those evil forces who opposed the imperial court.
If this were replaced by the previous feudal court, they would never dare to do this.
The bones of the Kong family are as soft as straw. They will fall wherever the wind blows.
After all, no matter who they are, as long as they want to rule the land of China, they must protect the Kong family from the top.
What's more, even if there is no such treatment, they will never dare to resist.
Because once they resist, what awaits them is the serious crime of killing the nine tribes.
But the Ming Dynasty is different now. With Zhu Han's insistence, Zhu Yuanzhang is no longer as frequently involved as he was in the original history.
No matter how serious the crime is, it will only be tried in accordance with the "Da Ming Law".
Only the evil leaders and relevant participants will be punished, but their families will not be implicated.
This kind of lenient punishment method gave many Kong family members undesirable thoughts.
For example, the person in front of me secretly joined my religion and became their military advisor.
This time, the Lianjiao people entered Datong Mansion in large numbers, which was also facilitated by Mr. Kong.
Although this old guy's voice is intermittent, it is quite adequate in the mid-term.
Everyone in the White Lotus Sect was relieved.
The altar owner breathed a long sigh of relief: "Mr. Kong, you're fine. If you have any problems, we don't know what to do next?"
Old Man Kong indeed waved his hands in vain: "The Duke of Qi must not be like this, prepare in an orderly manner, and must not disrupt the general order."
In the darkness, I could barely see some of the appearance of the altar owner.
This man was tall, with a full beard, and looked like the most typical image of a bandit.
Such a person would be quite noticeable on a normal day.
But now after the drought in Datong Prefecture, well, there are too many people coming.
When there are more people, naturally there are all kinds of people, all the way to the top, and of course there is no time to take care of oneself.
Therefore, among refugees, there are actually people with beards everywhere.
He looks less conspicuous like this.
"Mr. Kong, you must not be like this. You are a descendant of Saint Kong. I have always admired you very much."
No matter what he thinks in his heart, the altar owner has always been very respectful to Old Man Kong on the surface, which is in sharp contrast to his rough appearance.
"By the way, Mr. Kong. What should we do next?"
When mentioning this kind of thing, Old Man Kong suddenly became energetic, stroking his beard proudly and sneered: "Now that the people in Datong Prefecture are in dire straits, this is of course an opportunity for our Holy Religion to develop followers."
Zhou Tong frowned and said worriedly: "Mr. Kong, what you said does make sense, but this time our speed of attracting people is much slower than before."
"In the past, once a natural disaster like this happened, many people would join our White Lotus Sect."
"But this time, there are far fewer people joining the White Lotus Sect than before. If this continues, I'm afraid..."
As soon as his words fell, he immediately aroused Mingming De's sarcasm: "I'm talking about Zhou Tong, are you afraid?"
Zhou Tong immediately retorted: "Zhao Mingde, when I joined the Holy Cult, you didn't know where to play in the mud. How dare you doubt my loyalty to the Holy Cult?"
