These four words instantly fell into the ears of Lao Zhu and other emperors and princes, and all of them frowned.
Because, the so-called imperial power represents their group of emperors.
If a local clan acts as a local emperor, in the eyes of the people, it is tantamount to the emperor ravaging the common people.
Especially Lao Zhu.
The reason why he strictly stipulated that "county officials shall not go to the countryside" and designated this rule as an ancestral system was to protect the people from being exploited by officials. Unexpectedly, it has backfired now.
Not only did it not reduce the exploitation suffered by the people, but it also gave rise to the largest group of subordinate officials in history.
"Brother, now that we know that the core of the problem is the local clan, how can we rectify this local clan?"
As soon as Lao Zhu said these words.
The other emperors and princes, even Old Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi and others, all had troubled looks in their eyes.
There is no other reason.
It’s too difficult.
In fact, the policies implemented by various dynasties and generations to suppress the powerful are almost meant to suppress local clans, but the powerful here mostly target big tigers such as big city families.
Even if there is certain suppression on some rural clans, it only treats the symptoms rather than the root cause.
Such as Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and Wu Fu of the Tang Dynasty.
They have all taken iron-fisted measures against the powerful, but it was only temporary, and the spring breeze blew again.
From ancient times to the present, since matrilineal society.
This land is patriarchy, patriarchy, and clan system. These systems that maintain the functioning of society have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and are engraved in the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang.
If something happens to the families of ordinary people in the countryside, the first thing they think of is not the officials, but the clan.
After all, the reporter has to go to the city first, and in some places the rural people have never entered the city in their lives, and they probably don’t know how to get there.
Even in some places, clan rules can transcend national laws.
A very simple example.
According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, there were many people in the Ming Dynasty who were qualified to sentence criminals to death. Even a small county magistrate could sentence people to death, but the decision was a judgment. Only the Emperor of Ming Dynasty could say whether the death penalty would take effect in the end.
After all, without the emperor's approval, the death penalty would not have been executed.
In other words, the law stipulates that only one person, the emperor, has the power to determine the death penalty.
When encountering lazy emperors, such as Lao Wanli, some were sentenced to death and eventually died in prison.
Of course.
This kind of death penalty is on the surface.
The kind of people who are locked up in jail for a few months and then die inexplicably are not counted.
In fact, the number of people who die for no apparent reason in prisons every year is several or even more than ten times that of regular executions.
However, at least this kind of killing is done secretly, and one dare not bring it to light.
But in local villages, clan rules can get you killed if you violate them openly, and those who enforce the clan rules are exempt from punishment, and the government can only watch from the sidelines.
This is tantamount to power independent of imperial power.
For example, soak the pig cage.
The woman who cheated on Hongxing was caught and sent to the ancestral hall for trial, and was finally sentenced by the clan elders to being dipped in a pig cage.
The general process is as follows: Put the woman into a pig cage, tie a rope around the opening, hang her up, and submerge her in the river. For minor offenders, her head can be exposed to the water and immersed for a certain period of time; for serious offenders, her head can be submerged and submerged.
Dip until death.
Without being interrogated by the government or approved by the emperor, a life would be lost.
Although from a certain perspective, the large-scale implementation of rural clan autonomy can indeed greatly release the energy of managers and save the empire from a lot of trivial worries.
But too much autonomy means higher instability.
And from the legalist perspective of governing the country according to law, killing people by lynching is simply contempt for the law of the country.
"Immortal Master."
"Local clans, in their prosperity, can number in the thousands, and there are tens of thousands of such clans in the world. How should they be disintegrated?"
"What if a large-scale civil uprising occurs?"
Old Zhu Di also said in a solemn voice, frowning.
The word civil upheaval struck my ears.
The expressions of these emperors and princes have become a little ugly. Now that I think about it carefully, I can’t help but be afraid.
Indeed.
These local clans in the countryside can reduce the burden on the court when the country is prosperous and powerful, especially at the beginning of the founding of the country. They can quickly calm down the chaos and allow the empire to quickly enter stable operation.
But if the country is in recession, especially when the empire is on the verge of collapse, this may very well be the last goose feather that overwhelms the empire.
Civil uprisings and group rebellions often first occur within clans with the same surname in the same place, and emotions are extremely easy to incite.
Just imagine, on your left is your third uncle, on your right is your second uncle, in the front is your eldest uncle, followed by a group of nephews carrying kitchen knives.
We are all relatives in the same village. It would be such a passionate pleasure to think about carrying hoes together to kill the dog official.
Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu and Lao Zhu Di, and then glanced at these emperors and princes.
Regarding Lao Zhu and Lao Zhu Di's question, he did not immediately give an answer. Instead, he picked up the pen on the pen holder and wrote another question on the rice paper.
"How to properly deal with local clans"
"A quarter-hour break."
"After the break, each group will answer this question."
Say it.
Ji Boying turned around and walked off the podium, followed the mahogany stairs to the private room on the top of the pavilion.
Actively mobilizing students' subjective initiative in class and exercising their independent thinking ability is one of the core purposes of class.
It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish.
As Ji Boying went upstairs and left, the entire main hall suddenly entered into a heated discussion.
Half of them are discussing the topic seriously, and the other half are doing their own things. For example, at this moment, the Jiajing Immortal is sitting cross-legged on this chair, looking like he is in meditation.
Sitting next to and behind the Jiajing Immortal, young Zhu Houcong looked at him with envy.
"As an adult, I have actually reached the state of tranquility in the busy city. It is really admirable!"
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As usual.
After Ji Boying went upstairs.
Old Zhu, A Biao, and the three Zhu Di all followed him upstairs. Originally, Xiao Zhu Si didn't want to go upstairs, but A Biao patted him on the shoulder and told him not to worry.
When the five people followed them upstairs, Hongzhi's group was sitting on the seat.
Emperor Hongzhi Zhu Youtang and young boy Zhu Houzhao, father and son, looked at each other, then both stood up and quickly went upstairs.
At this time.
Pavilion top elegant room.
Seats still follow the old rules.
Ji Boying sat at the table by the window, Lao Zhu sat opposite him, A Biao and the three Zhu Di moved chairs and sat on the side. Although it was a bit crowded, I got used to the squeeze.
Ji Boying and Lao Zhu each had a burning cigarette in their hands.
Little Zhu Si was fashionably holding his half-stained cigar, which was already slightly moldy. Naturally, Zhu Laosi was not willing to be outdone, and also placed his cigar on the table.
Only Lao Zhu Di and A Biao had nothing in their hands.
Ji Boying refused to give it to Lao Zhu Di because he was too old, but A Biao needed to maintain his health.
In order not to embarrass the two of them, there was a pile of pistachios in front of them.
"Brother, how is the current war situation in Taichang and Liaodong?"
Lao Zhu asked with a smile.
He knew that Ji Boying could accelerate time and space.
The words fell.
A Biao and the three Zhu Di quickly looked at Ji Boying. They stopped smoking cigars and nibbling pistachios. Fighting was more interesting.
"We just have a quarter of an hour between classes, so let's go to Taichang together."
Ji Boying dusted off the cigarette ashes in his hands.
Swish.
In an instant, there was no one in this elegant room.
At the same time, there was a knock on the door outside the private room.
At the door of the elegant room, Emperor Hongzhi Zhu Youtang and young boy Zhu Houzhao saw that no one paid attention to them no matter how hard they knocked, and their expressions suddenly dropped to the bottom of their hearts content.
"It must be that Zuo, our dynasty, is so bad that the Immortal Master gave up on us."
Zhu Youtang let out a long sigh, with hopelessness in his eyes.
Unlike Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen and Wuzong Zhu Houzhao, the one year of Hongzhi Time and Space can only be described with the word 'torture'.
"Don't give up, the immortal master will definitely have a good plan to save me Hongzhi!"
Young Zhu Houzhao took a deep breath.
Plop.
Kneel directly at the door of this private room.
Then, he started to recite, and what he recited was "Zhuan Xi Lu".
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Taichang time and space, Liaoyang, Liaodong.
The shouts of killing and the sound of artillery fire resounded throughout the battlefield.
Nurhachi's Eight Banners of the Jin Army are launching a fierce attack on the east gate of Liaoyang, round after round, without stopping.
However.
No matter how the Jin army attacks, the city defense of Liaoyang City is as strong as solid iron. The tactics of defending the city are one after another, which makes the attacking Jin army confused.
After a quick operation, the Jin army not only made no progress in attacking the city, but also lost thousands of troops in this short period of time.
The land of the Eight Banners Central Army.
Nurhaci scanned the battlefield with a look of anger in his eyes.
In this battle, he led the Eight Banners troops out of Sarhu and was invincible. His final strategic goal was to capture Liaoyang and completely expand his absolute advantage in Liaodong.
As long as he takes Liaoyang, he will no longer be afraid of the Ming army attacking.
"Father, this is not like Yuan Yingtai's style of play."
Beside Nurhachi, the great Beile Daishan spoke in a solemn voice.
"Hmm."
The old slave nodded.
He is familiar with all the people in charge of the Ming Dynasty's Ministry of War, all the generals above the rank of general in the Ming Army, and their military strategies.
"Four Belles."
The old slave shouted out.
and got no response.
"Four Baylor?"
The old slave frowned and shouted again, but still received no response.
Subconsciously, Nurhachi turned his head and looked.
On top of a white horse, Sibeile Huang Taiji was holding his head tightly, with a dazed look on his face, and he has not yet come to his senses.
He was thinking about a question, where are the braids?!
This scene is somewhat scary.
And at the same time.
On top of the war tower at the east gate of Liaoyang City.
Zhu Wenzheng stood here, calmly looking at the entire battlefield, the proud look on his face seemed to say a word, everything was under control.
As for Geng Bingwen, Yongle Fatty and Jianwen Fatty, they are distributed in the other three gates.
This Liaoyang City is a square city, with one on each side and one person guarding one gate.
Swish.
A thunder broke out, accompanied by strong winds howling on the battlefield. However, the appearance of thunder and strong winds did not attract much attention. After all, the attackers were killing the city, and the defenders' blood was also boiling.
Zhu Wenzheng, who was scanning the battlefield and preparing to change his rules, was suddenly startled and quickly turned around. When he saw the six Lao Zhu, he quickly bowed and saluted.
"Uncle, I have ten thousand hearts in my heart."
"With my nephew here, they won't be able to enter the city next year!"
Zhu Wenzheng grinned and continued.
"Moreover, this group of slaves are not good at attacking cities, and their siege equipment is insufficient. They are far inferior to Chen Youliang's 600,000-strong army. Our army only needs to close the city gates tightly and use the food in the city to defend the city.
One year, no problem."
After saying that, Zhu Wenzheng quickly stepped aside and gave up the main seat to Lao Zhu.
Lao Zhu turned sideways and gave up his position to Ji Boying.
Zhu Wenzheng, who retreated to one side, looked at the immortal master curiously.
From the mouths of the two fat men, he roughly understood what was going on and why he was able to come back from the dead.
‘What are the immortal master and uncle biting in their mouths?’
‘Why is this thing still smoking?’
Ji Boying looked forward and glanced at the Eight Banners soldiers who were attacking the city. Under Zhu Wenzheng's defense, these Eight Banners soldiers could not even set up a ladder.
Moreover, Zhu Wenzheng’s judgment on the Eight Banners soldiers was not wrong.
Nurhachi's Eight Banners soldiers were good at field battles. They have counted many battles in which the Jin army defeated the Ming army, and all of them were field battles.
In fact, looking back at the original Battle of Liaoyang in history.
The reason why Liaoyang City was breached so quickly was all because of Yuan Yingtai's initiative.
After Yuan Yingtai lost two battles in succession, when the Jin army approached Liaoyang City, they still put all their troops outside the city and formed a field battle.
Of course.
In terms of courage, Yuan Yingtai, as a generation of civil servants, is indeed very courageous.
But from a strategic perspective, O points.
It was precisely because of Yuan Yingtai's strategic mistakes that Liaoyang, the strongest city in Liaodong, was captured by Nurhaci in three days in its original history.
In fact, even if the old slave has produced several magical costumes now, the group of Eight Banners soldiers under his command still do not have strong siege capabilities.
Moreover, the number of Eight Banners soldiers was not large. There were less than 100,000 soldiers outside the city. Most of the firearms used to attack the city were collected from Shenyang City.
Lao Nu's current level of development is actually a bit worse than that of Chen Youliang, who already had all the six-god outfits.
"Brother, this gang of Jiannu absolutely cannot attack Liaoyang. As far as we are concerned, now we only need to wait until Guangning's troops gather before we can launch a counterattack."
Lao Zhu said calmly.
The situation in the Liaodong war seems to be very decadent.
But in Lao Zhu's eyes, this situation is just drizzle. Back then, I could conquer the world with just one bowl, and was not afraid of being attacked upstream and downstream by a million-strong army. What the hell is this?
"Well, that's what Father said."
"The only thing our army has to do now is to drag the Jiannu troops in Liaoyang and never allow them to return to the army."
Old Zhu Di also said.
Zhu Laosi touched his chin, pondered for a moment and then spoke.
"This group of slaves has always cherished their troops. If they cannot attack Liaoyang for a long time, they may have two choices."
The words just fell.
Xiao Zhusi answered immediately.
Although he does not have as much practical experience as Zhu Laosi and Lao Zhu Di, he seems to be born with it in terms of strategy.
"The first choice for establishing a slave is to withdraw the troops."
"The second option is to bypass Liaoyang and go straight to Shanhaiguan, leading the Liaoyang city defenders to take the initiative to intercept."
This is also easy to understand.
Shanhaiguan is the gateway to the capital. After passing Shanhaiguan, there is no danger to defend Shuntian.
If the Jin army is allowed to attack Shanhaiguan and Liaoyang sits back and does not send troops to intercept, the saliva of the central government officials will drown the Liaodong war command.
In the original history, Yuan Yingtai was deceived by Nurhaci's plan and captured tens of thousands of troops.
"Wen Zheng."
Lao Zhu frowned slightly.
"Just remember, when you are defending the city, you have to make some concessions to the slaves, and don't defend it too hard, which will destroy the slaves' confidence in continuing to attack the city."
"We must give these slaves some sweetness and give them some hope."
Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu.
Oh, this is just drawing cakes from a distance.
Lao Zhu is still very good at painting cakes, not only for his own employees, but also for competitors.
He could already imagine that in the near future, a round five-flavored pancake would appear in the sky above Liaoyang City. The tempting aroma inspired the old slave to work hard, and every time he felt that he was about to bite it.
Take one sip and it's all air.
"Uncle, don't worry, I understand."
Zhu Wenzheng grinned.
"Hmm."
Lao Zhu nodded, and then looked at Ji Boying.
"Brother, we will wait for the troops to gather in Guangning."
At this moment, the elites in the Taichang space and time are quickly gathering in Guangning under an imperial edict from Emperor Taichang.
Different from the previous Wanli time and space, this time the troops gathered in Taichang time and space did not require many troops, only more than 30,000 people.
Ten thousand of them are the elite of the Beijing camp. The Beijing camp these days is basically a waste. There are hundreds of thousands of people on the payroll, and there are more than 100,000 military attachés alone. The rest are either vacant or empty.
Those who are paid, in fact, those who can actually fight are only 10,000 or 20,000 people.
Especially in the last years of Chongzhen, Jingying was not even considered waste.
Among the more than 30,000 people, excluding the more than 10,000 who were withdrawn from the Beijing camp, the remaining 20,000 were urgently transferred from Jizhou Town, Xuanfu Town, and Datong Town, the three towns closest to Liaodong Town.
The elites are all light cavalry and carry three days of dry food with them.
After all, this battle requires speed. It is impossible to have a few months to raise and mobilize troops, and it is impossible to have that much time to transport food and grass. These troops and horses can be in place in ten and a half days at most.
"Hmm."
Ji Boying nodded slightly.
Then, I seemed to think of something.
"Have you received all the heads that were delivered?"
Ji Boying looked at Zhu Wenzheng, who paused and nodded quickly. These heads were the heads of the slave-building nobles of Wanli time and space.
"Well, give one to Nurhachi every other hour."
Fighting is about a mentality.
After saying this, Ji Boying raised his hand and conjured a cigarette, and stuffed it into the corner of Zhu Wenzheng's mouth with his own hands.
Just when Zhu Wenzheng was stunned.
Draw a match and light a cigarette.
I gave Zhu Da’s nephew a set of the highest etiquette in the world.
Ji Boying had already seen Zhu Wenzheng staring at his cigarette, so he simply fulfilled one of his dreams and lit a cigarette to encourage him.
"Do a good job."
Patted Zhu Wenzheng on the shoulder.
Next.
Ji Boying took Lao Zhu and others and disappeared on top of the Liaoyang City Tower.
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Hongwu time and space, Zuixian Tower.
When Ji Boying took Lao Zhu and others back to the elegant room on the top of the pavilion.
The quarter-hour break between classes has almost passed, and it’s time to continue class.
As for the selection of generals in Guangning City in Taichang time and space, wait until more than 30,000 soldiers and horses gather in Guangning before making a choice.
Of course, Chang Yuchun, Wang Yangming, and Li Rusong, these old friends are naturally indispensable.
"Let's go down to class."
Ji Boying crushed the cigarette in his hand and stood up.
As soon as I opened the door of the private room, I saw Hongzhi and his son kneeling neatly on the ground, still mumbling about carrying something.
"What are you two doing?"
Lao Zhu frowned and scolded sternly.
Instantly.
Zhu Youtang and young man Zhu Houzhao both reacted and quickly raised their heads. When they saw the immortal master, their eyes were overjoyed and their eyes were red. They were about to open their mouths to speak.
"Needless to say, I know everything."
Ji Boying interrupted young Zhu Houzhao's words.
Guo Zuo, who ruled the time and space of Hongzhi, was at the bottom in the mid-Ming Dynasty. Ji Boying already knew this.
As for the specific problems of Hongzhi time and space in this primary year, we will analyze it again after the mid-Ming Dynasty Guo Zuo is announced in class.
Things have to be done one by one. If they are too mixed, it will be easy to get confused.
"Class first."
After patting young Zhu Houzhao on the shoulder, Ji Boying turned and went downstairs. Old Zhu and others followed behind him. Emperor Hongzhi and young Zhu Houzhao were stunned for a moment, then quickly got up and followed.
At this moment, the main classroom during the break is still having heated discussions.
For example, in one of the places, the Jiajing Immortal who had finished his meditation and Zhu Houcong, a young man from the Zhengde time and space, were having a heated discussion, and it was rare that they did not discuss cultivation, but actually discussed class topics.
"Senior Jindan, what is your answer?"
Because Jiajing Immortal has reached the golden elixir stage, young Zhu Houcong called Jiajing Immortal "Jindan Senior."
The young Zhu Houcong laughed, and the Jiajing Immortal raised his head proudly, pushed the draft in his hand in front of the young Zhu Houcong, and showed the answer to the young Zhu Houcong openly.
After all, it’s all about yourself, how can you still defend yourself?
There must be a minimum of trust between yourself and yourself!
I saw a sentence written on the rice paper written by the Jiajing Immortal: To destroy local clans, the court must first assume its responsibility to the people.
"That makes sense!"
The young man Zhu Houcong's eyes lit up and he praised him loudly.
Immortal Jiajing smiled and stroked his beard. He was extremely satisfied with his answer.
"The immortal master is here, the immortal master is here."
At this moment, a voice sounded.
The Jiajing Immortal and the young Zhu Houcong subconsciously looked up. When they saw the Immortal Master and the ancestors walking down the mahogany stairs, the young Zhu Houcong quickly returned to his seat.
The noisy main hall gradually calmed down as the immortal master came downstairs.
Everyone's eyes fell on Ji Boying's body. They all sat up straight, with confidence in their answers in their eyes.
A Biao and the three Zhu Di all returned to their positions quickly.
Ji Boying and Lao Zhu walked onto the podium together. Lao Zhu sat on the Taishi chair on the side of the podium. Ji Boying did not sit down. Instead, he stood in the center of the podium and glanced at the emperor and prince present.
"How prepared are you with your answers?"
One word.
Wu Zong Zhu Houzhao stood up first in his seat, his face filled with confidence.
"Master Immortal, can I give you some advice and answer it first?"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. They didn't expect this kid to answer questions so actively today.
Immortal Jiajing smiled, looked down at the answers he had written on the rice paper in advance, then looked up at Zhu Houzhao, with a trace of disdain and contempt in his eyes.
This answer was what he got when he entered samadhi just now, his spirit reached the sky and he asked heaven.
Among this group of serving emperors of the Ming Dynasty, only Wuzong Zhu Houzhao and Jiajing Shenxian were of the same generation.
Since they are equals, no matter what is mentioned, they will subconsciously compare the two of them, and naturally there will be competition between the two of them. After all, whoever is recognized by the ancestors will mean that who is more authentic.
"Hmm."
Ji Boying nodded, indicating that Wu Zong could answer.
He was also a little surprised. Although Wu Zong Zhu Houzhao had always been active, he was only active outside the classroom. When answering questions in class, he was not very active.
Instantly.
Lao Zhu, A Biao, the three Zhu Di, Emperor Hongxi, Emperor Xuande, Emperor Jingtai, Emperor Tianshun, including Jiajing Immortal and Wuzong's common grandfather Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen.
Everyone's eyes fell on Wuzong Zhu Houzhao at this moment.
Wu Zong took a deep breath and spoke loudly.
"To destroy local clans, the court must first assume its responsibility to the people."
The words fell.
Ji Boying's eyes lit up.
Good guy, he really didn’t expect that this kid would have such awareness. It seems that these lessons were not in vain!
"Excellent answer!"
A compliment.
Especially the word 'very', emphasis on it.
Lao Zhu Abiao and other ancestors all smiled and cast admiring glances at Wuzong Zhu Houzhao. This was recognition from their ancestors.
Immortal Jiajing was stunned. The moment Wu Zong finished speaking, the smile on his face froze.
He turned to look at Zhu Houzhao, and then at the line of words on his draft.
Damn, it’s word for word!
In an instant, anger arose in his heart, and the Jiajing Immortal suddenly stood up and glared at the young man Zhu Houcong who was sitting next to him.
He is so shrewd that he naturally guessed how his answer was leaked.
He never thought that he was his own mole!
Under the glare of the Jiajing Immortal, young Zhu Houcong tilted his head in embarrassment: I'm sorry, I had no choice before, but now I just want to be a virtuous and good person.
"Oh?"
The eyes of Ji Boying, Lao Zhu and others instantly fell on Immortal Jiajing.
This is all quite surprising. Are all the seniors so positive today?
"Jiajing, do you want to answer when you stand up?"
"In that case, tell me your answer."
"Be brave."
The Immortal Master's words are like five thunders striking the top.
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PS: Lack of sleep, insufficient blood supply to the cervical vertebrae, and dizziness all day long, how can I solve this problem?!