Ming Dynasty Zhu Di: Dad, why are you not dead?! Chapter 151 Invite the immortal master to come to the altar to show off his saints! Discuss natural disasters! (Please subscribe!)
Chapter 151 Invite the immortal master to come to the altar to show off his saints! Discuss natural disasters! (Please subscribe!)
Facing the problem of asking the principal to eat steamed buns.
Although I feel uneasy.
But for Fatty Hong Xi, who is in urgent need of energy replenishment, he still has to eat what he should eat. After all, these are immortal buns, and eating them will definitely be good for your health.
After the three of them sat down, before Ji Boying could ask him to eat, Fatty Hong Xi had already begun to feast.
Ji Boying didn't stop him.
White porridge, steamed dumplings, and a plate of pickles are all healthy and light meals. For people like Hong Xi, who have just recovered from a serious illness, they will not be too heavy.
Hong Xi, Xiao Zhu and Emperor Xuande, as well as Zhu Zhanji, sat quietly on one side without any intention of moving their chopsticks, waiting for the immortal master to speak.
In the opinion of the two Zhu Zhanji, since the immortal master specially called them upstairs, something must be wrong.
"The last time Guo Zuo announced, how many years are you two in time and space?"
Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Zhanji with a beard and Zhu Zhanji without a beard, then put a pickle in his mouth.
Emperor Xuande was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head slightly, looking ashamed.
"Return to the Immortal Master, three hundred and seventeen years."
During the break of the previous class, Emperor Xuande already knew that the Yongle time and space had reached an astonishing three hundred and ninety-nine years after correcting the problem.
This means that among the first batch of students, the Xuande time and space of Emperor Xuande is the last one in Guozuo.
Although among the first batch of Tianzi students, my Xuande seniority is the lowest.
But even among the people, there is a saying that a person is better than a person who is good at it, but he is still backing down, and his face is somewhat embarrassing.
"What about you?"
Ji Boying looked at Hong Xi Xiaozhu.
At this moment, fat Hong Xi was chewing half a bun in his mouth, and it was difficult to speak.
"Returning to the Immortal Master, the time and space of Hongxi is three hundred and twenty-seven years."
Judging from the length of Guozuo, the Hongxi time and space are ten years longer than the Xuande time and space.
There is basically no difference in the policies and strategies formulated by the two time and space, and the actual situation of the two time and space, whether it is the internal and external structure of the country or the composition of the official system, are the closest, and even the main courtiers are the same group. p>
However, this one is close.
There is still a ten-year time gap.
In these ten years, many things can be changed subtly.
For example, in the Xuande time and space, Emperor Xuande's ability to suppress and control these veterans who had been in high positions in the temple since the Yongle Dynasty was obviously not as good as that of the Hongxi time and space.
The reason is very simple. The initial timeline of Hongxi time and space was only ten months long, which was the year when Emperor Yongle had just passed away. Emperor Yongle's remaining power was particularly strong, plus a new emperor Zhu Gaochi who had overseen the country for twenty years and a man who was murderous all day long.
The new crown prince, Zhu Zhanji, has to hold back his anger even if he is angry.
In Xuande time and space, there was only one Emperor Xuande, and ten years had passed since the first year of Hongxi. Because of Sanyang's management in the past ten years, the status of civil servants had been greatly improved in the Xuande Dynasty.
Suddenly.
Ji Boying frowned.
He seemed to have found the key point of the problem.
It all lies in three words: execution.
If the same policy is implemented in the hands of different groups, or even the same group at different times, the effects will inevitably be different.
It's like the product manager has made an extremely perfect plan and handed it over to the same group of programmers. The intentions of these programmers at different times will directly affect the final outcome of the product. "After you two started the reform in time and space, how many memorials did you usually oppose to the reform?"
Ji Boying said it all.
This sentence seemed to hit a sore spot among the three of them.
Even Fatty Hong Xi, who was eating steamed buns, suddenly felt that the buns in his hands were no longer fragrant.
"Alas..."
Fatty Hong Xi put down the buns in his hands and sighed.
"The immortal master doesn't know something."
"Since the restructuring began, the number of memorials submitted every day is half a month in the past, and the number is still increasing. Most of them are against the restructuring."
Emperor Xuande nodded silently.
It seems that the same was true in his Xuande Dynasty, even more serious than that of Hong Xi.
And they can't be like Jiajing, who grabbed the big rat Yan Song and wiped out the entire rat nest in one fell swoop. After all, the civil servants headed by San Yang didn't do anything too outrageous.
This is a subversive reform. Except for the salary increase for all officials, which can be completely implemented without resistance, other reforms will inevitably cause discomfort to the entire bureaucracy. These were originally expected. p>
For example, the Hongwu and Yongle dynasties actually had the same phenomenon during the execution process.
However, due to the powerful imperial power of Lao Zhu and Lao Zhu Di, these bureaucrats did not dare to say anything even if they had complaints in their hearts, let alone compromise in execution.
After all, whether the head can continue to grow on the neck is much more important than opposing restructuring.
Lao Zhu's knife means that it can be cut without any ambiguity at all.
Although Lao Zhu Di is slightly less ruthless than Lao Zhu, anyone who dares to make a stumbling block on reform and anger Lao Zhu Di will have their home confiscated and exiled, or their heads will fall to the ground.
And this is also why the number of Guozuo in Jianwen Time and Space did not increase as expected.
The main core is also the group of scholar-bureaucrats in the Jianwen Dynasty. Most of them still favor Jianwen, and they will naturally resist a series of new policies promulgated by Zhu Laosi.
Of course, Ji Boying had already reminded Zhu Laosi yesterday that to deal with this group of unruly Jiangnan gentry, use a knife to cut them. After cutting them, Guo Zuo of Jianwen Time and Space should be able to reach a higher level.<
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As for Hong Xi and Xuande.
Naturally, the two of them cannot be as good as Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di. This is not only due to their personalities, but also due to the situation in the court. Civil servants have begun to have the capital to confront the imperial power.
There is probably only one way to make all officials completely convinced of the New Deal and implement it thoroughly.
At this time.
Emperor Xuande frowned, as if he had made up his mind after some hesitation, and stood up resolutely, bowing in salute.
"Zhu Zhanji boldly invited the immortal master to come to our court and appear on the altar as a saint."
The words just fell out.
Big Fatty Hong Xi and Little Zhu Hong Xi were not to be outdone and quickly stood up.
Because his belly was too big and he was getting up too hard, Hong Xi got up so fat that his belly almost flipped the table over. Ji Boying was so shocked that he subconsciously stepped back and stood up, and the white porridge on the table was spread all over the edge of the table.
"This, this, this..."
Fatty Hong Xi rubbed his hands, feeling very embarrassed.
"No problem."
Ji Boying patted a bit of white porridge on his sleeves and glanced at Hong Xi, Fatty and Little Zhu.
"You two don't need to say anything, I know what you are going to say."
The ideas of Emperor Xuande and Emperor Hongxi actually coincided with what Ji Boying had just thought of.
‘Since imperial power cannot suppress it, use divine power.’
Ji Boying has never thought about one thing all this time, which is to materialize the divine power in his hands.
But when I thought about it today, I suddenly felt enlightened.
Divine power is a thing that ninety-nine percent of feudal dynasties are superstitious about. It is a shortcut to help the emperors of various time and space implement their policies.
Ready-made plug-ins.
This reminded Ji Boying of medieval Europe, where the substantive divine authority in the form of the pope was completely superior to the royal authority.
Of course, in medieval Europe, theocracy was purely a tool used to enslave the people, to imprison the people's thinking, and to artificially obtain higher domination.
The purpose of Ji Boying's embodiment of divine power was neither to enslave the people nor to imprison the people, nor to rule the world with divine power.
His divine power is to unify the heart of Ming Dynasty.
After all, this is Ming Dynasty.
As long as the Zhu family's imperial power exists, there will be a privileged class, and there will be no such thing as democracy and equality.
"I understand, you all should go back and prepare."
Ji Boying spoke calmly.
Instantly, both Emperor Xuande and Hong Xi, Fatty Zhu, looked happy.
In their view, as long as the immortal master agrees to manifest his sage, all the problems they face will be solved.
What they have to do is to build momentum in advance and fully expand the movement of manifestation.
"Yes!"
The three of them saluted in unison, turned and walked towards the door and downstairs with smiles on their faces.
They all made a decision in their hearts. After returning this time, they immediately summoned hundreds of officials and people to build the Temple of Fengtian to welcome the arrival of the Immortal Master.
In the name of Xuanqing's Enlightenment Heavenly Lord, he can educate hundreds of officials and people, so that the new policies formulated can be implemented.
Ji Boying held up his forehead, looking a little helpless.
‘You have to show your holiness in front of others.’
‘I, Ji Boying, am the most unfamiliar with filling cups.’
However, Ji Boying does not intend to pretend to be a wave in both time and space, as that would be too aesthetically exhausting.
In Hongxi time and space, Lao Zhu Di can come as an agent of theocratic power to save people.
The officials in Hongxi time and space have not forgotten what old Zhu Di looked like, so facial recognition works.
As for myself, I went to Xuande Dynasty.
After all, it had been ten years since the Xuande dynasty and the Hongxi period, and many new generation officials in the temple had long forgotten the remaining power of Emperor Yongle.
After thinking about it.
Ji Boying glanced at the table, picked up the last xiaolongbao from his breakfast, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Saving food starts with you and me.
Then, I stepped out of the elegant room on the top of the pavilion.
The main hall is so lively at the moment.
After these two classes, the students of the second period of the Emperor and the Prince have become familiar with each other, and they gather together in twos and threes to discuss, either talking about their respective time and space, or discussing the knowledge in the classroom.
After all, for people who are behind in time and space, those who are in front of time and space are full-fledged living prophets. There is no need to ask more.
The reason why Zhang Cong used rockets for Hu Zongxian after returning home was because when he was chatting with Zhang Juzheng from Longqing Time and Space, he mentioned that Hu Zongxian was quite capable.
Only Longqing Zhu Zaijing, this old man had a bleeding white cloth wrapped around his head, and his left hand and right leg were fixed with fragrant wooden boards. They were probably fractured. He was burying his head in his seat with an aggrieved look on his face.
Above, it looks very pitiful.
He had vented his anger so many times, but this was the first time he was beaten out.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
The orthodox Pig Head Fort happily came to Longqing Zhu Zaijing's side, as if he had seen himself three months ago, and felt quite friendly, not caring at all about Zhu Zaijing's previous disregard for his ancestor.
Longqing Emperor Zhu Zaijing glared at Pig Head Fort, wondering why this unlucky ancestor was so annoying.
I wanted to just write this off, but suddenly I thought, I can’t bear this kind of sin on my own.
"Fourth generation ancestor, this is for you."
"This is a new medicine recently refined by our Chaotai Hospital. It can not only strengthen the body, but also treat bone healing. It is most suitable for people who have just recovered from fractures."
With difficulty, Long Qing took out a pill the size of a candied date from his arms with his right hand, which was the Yin Yang Dabu Pill.
"Oh? There is such a good thing?"
Zhutoubao took the candied date pills and smelled them, and the fragrance hit his nostrils.
"Yes, the fourth generation ancestor, the ingredients of this medicine are very precious, including East China Sea coral, thousand-year-old deer antlers, snow lingzhi..."
"After the pill is made, it must be taken within half an hour. It will be three quarters of an hour later. You must take it immediately to prevent the effect of the medicine from wearing off."
"Last time I was slighted to the fourth generation ancestor, and I felt extremely guilty when I returned home. Therefore, I specially brought this medicine with me to offer it to the fourth generation ancestor as an apology and to express my sincerity."
Longqing Zhu Zaijing said repeatedly, with sincerity written on his face.
"Is that so?"
Pig Head Castle looked at this precious pill and thought that this was a good thing given to him by his fourth generation grandson, how could it be fake?
How can an ancestor doubt the filial piety of his descendants? That is blasphemy against oneself.
Without thinking, I stuffed it into my mouth and smacked it twice, with a proud look on my face.
“It tastes really good.”
"As expected of my great-great-grandson, I know that my great-great-grandfather has just recovered from his bone injury."
Pighead felt very happy, smiled and patted the shoulder of this fourth generation grandson who was more than ten years older than him.
Finally, someone in this class is willing to talk to me, and I am not alone.
After a few more pleasantries, Pig Head Castle returned to his seat with satisfaction.
At this time, Ji Boying had already walked down the mahogany stairs and glanced at the group of emperors and princes who were talking happily.
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In this class, Ji Boying only called the emperor and the prince, but did not call the important ministers and assistants from all time and space. After all, the empire had to run, and these workers at the highest level of the empire had to work.
‘What are these two guys doing?’
Ji Boying's eyes were attracted to the "Ziyi" seat. Jiajing Immortal and young Zhu Houcong were gathered together with excited faces, wondering what they were thinking about.
Until Ji Boying saw the iron box in their hands, and suddenly discovered that this young man Zhu Houcong had a vague idea of opening the iron box.
Ji Boying's expression suddenly changed.
If this thing were opened, there would be no need for this lesson.
He quickly coughed hard.
In an instant, young Zhu Houcong withdrew his hand that was reaching into the abyss of sin.
Both of them immediately looked at Ji Boying, and Immortal Jiajing put away the iron box at the speed of light.
When the others heard the sound, they quickly stopped talking, returned to their seats, straightened their bodies, and waited for the immortal master to lecture.
Ji Boying walked down the stairs and stepped onto the podium.
"Brother."
Lao Zhu sat on the side chair and greeted Ji Boying with a smile.
"Where's Abiao?"
Ji Boying sat down on the Taishi chair in the center of the podium, glanced at everyone, and found that Zhu Biao had not arrived.
The words just fell.
The door of the main hall was pushed open, and Zhu Biao hurriedly walked in. When he came to his seat, he took a few deep breaths and then saluted Ji Boying.
"Master Immortal, Zhu Biao wasted some time in teaching my young brother. Please forgive me, Master Immortal."
(Zhu Tan, Zhu Gui: Do you call beating us with a wicker a lesson? It is against the law to punish children corporally!)
Xiao Zhusi smiled.
"Brother, I will do this kind of teaching from now on. I like it best."
A Biao rolled his eyes at Xiao Zhu Si and sat down in his seat.
Obviously, A Biao still remembers the fate of his sons and is suffocating in his heart.
"Okay, now that everyone is here."
"Then let's start class."
Ji Boying glanced at the emperors and princes present, and everyone straightened their backs.
"On natural disasters."
These three words fell into the ears of the emperors and princes.
"Now, who can tell me, what do you think is the connection between natural disasters and national subjugation?"
His gaze swept across all the emperors and princes.
Hmm?
Just when everyone else's eyes were subconsciously falling on Xuebabiao.
Ji Boying suddenly found that the orthodox Zhu Qizhen, who was sitting in the "Jisan" position, had a red face and was arching his body, and even the desk was moved.