Going to Daming from Myanmar is like coming from the countryside to the city, which is really eye-opening.
As far as fun is concerned, in Myanmar you can mostly be beauties, catch fish, hunt, etc., but when you get to Beijing, things are completely different.
Not to mention all kinds of delicacies from the north and the south, cricket fighting, horse racing, bird playing, and opera singing are all available, and they are all different.
With silks and satins, adequate food and clothing, any little nobleman could live more comfortably than his heir apparent.
Who can bear this?
"Of course it's different!" Sun Kewang murmured: "I remember when I was young, I went to Yan'an Mansion for the first time. I was still a soldier, just like a beggar on the street, everyone disliked me..."
"The women on the street are as white as the clouds in the sky. A piece of jewelry carried by a wealthy lady is worth what an ordinary family eats for a year -"
"The yellow sand spreads, everything becomes depressed, and a drought comes. People don't look like humans, and ghosts don't look like ghosts..."
After being depressed for a moment, Sun Kewang immediately raised his head, his eyes bursting with a captivating brilliance: "You have to remember that the wealth in Myanmar today was won by you with one knife and one shot."
"Although it's just a small, remote country, the Sun family has a long-lasting wealth and wealth. You have to protect it!"
After saying this, his momentum dropped again, as if all his energy had been consumed. With a look of exhaustion on his face, he waved his hand:
"By the way, you are now the son-in-law of Ming Dynasty. It is easier to communicate with them. Remember to build an ancestral grave for your hometown. We can also be regarded as honoring our ancestors..."
"Although the king is not as majestic as the emperor, alas, he is as powerful as his ancestors who were all members of the military for eight generations!"
"My son knows!" Sun Zhenghao was naturally satisfied with such a small request.
This little thing is nothing to Myanmar today.
In fact, as the consort, he could even contact Yunnan directly and request to take back the families of Burmese officials in Yunnan.
You must know that at that time, many people went to Myanmar from Yunnan as singles so as not to burden their families. Many of their wives, children, and children stayed here!
Having said this, Sun Kewang became more energetic: "Very good, as the heir apparent, you can think of your brothers, and your position will be more stable!"
The father and son talked about the recent situation and were speechless.
There is no long-lasting love between men, and the relationship is still maintained after just a few words.
After leaving the palace, Sun Zhenghao returned to his own East Palace.
As the Crown Prince of Myanmar, his status became as stable as Mount Tai after marrying the Princess of Ming Dynasty, and the ministers in the East Palace also took their respective positions.
It's just that this time is different from the past. In addition to the previous Dianchen and Burmese ministers, there is a new faction, the Mingchen faction.
The so-called Dian ministers naturally refer to Conglong Yuancong of Yunnan. Although there are inevitably many Shaanxi people, Yunnanese occupy a dominant position among the civil servants.
Needless to say, there is no need to mention the Burmese faction. They are representatives of the local area. They cannot gain status in the court today, so they naturally place their hopes on the prince.
There are several local concubines in the prince's harem.
The civil servants in the East Palace stood in scattered positions, but the circle could still be vaguely seen.
"The prince married the princess this time and brought a lot of dowry!"
Xu Mao, the minister of the East Palace, glanced at the four or five people who were alone and couldn't help but muttered.
"Yes, how do celebrities like them know the situation in Myanmar?"
"I'm with the Crown Princess!"
"Perhaps they are all people seeking fame and reputation..."
"Okay!" As the de facto head of civil servants in the East Palace, Sima Yu, the Attendant, stopped him and said:
"We all serve the Crown Prince, how can we fight!"
"yes!"
Everyone agreed reluctantly.
The prince's piece of cake has already been divided up, but who knew someone else would jump in line? Isn't this a fool's errand?
To know that they can join the East Palace, they have to pay a lot of connections and relationships, which can be said to be the hope of the family's future.
And these Ming people, who are not even Jinshi, entered the East Palace just after arriving in Myanmar, which is really speechless.
Several Burmese natives had slightly dark complexions. Although they tried to blend in with shy smiles, they were unable to blend in.
In Myanmar, a society where Han people are superior to others, even if they are one of the few great nobles in Myanmar and a lord with tens of thousands of people, they have to be carefully served.
The embarrassment is visible to the naked eye.
"Tsk, tsk!" Ming people were wearing official robes, feeling the sweltering heat, and couldn't stop fanning their hands.
"Look, they are afraid that we will steal their food! They have no sense of the overall situation."
"Alright!" Di Meng, who had a Chinese-character face, frowned: "We are new here, so don't get confused. A newcomer is a newcomer."
"Stay steady, even though the Crown Princess is here, it's not easy to stand firm!"
Now, everyone stopped talking and became silent.
These people were all Juren, or low-level officials recruited by Sun Zhenghao from Beijing.
The highest position is just that of the chief minister or the county magistrate.
With the heir apparent and the desire for the future, a group of people naturally came to Myanmar.
You must know that in the Ming Dynasty, there are too many talents, and they also pay attention to fame. No matter how talented you are, you can't get ahead without fame.
Instead of doing this, it is better to go out and have a try.
As for the feudal lord? Stop making trouble.
All the civil servants who responded were all Jinshi at the end, and only the prefects could touch them. They were not qualified at all.
So after coming to Myanmar, the warriors went to the army, and the ordinary civilians became officials.
The most valued one is naturally in the East Palace.
"The prince has arrived!" As the eunuch chanted, the prince Sun Zhenghao walked in slowly.
Seeing this young figure, everyone bent down and saluted.
"Your Majesty!"
"Get flat!"
Sun Zhenghao paid attention, looking at the group of twenty or thirty civil servants in front of him, and showed a smile of relief.
These people who join the East Palace either have outstanding backgrounds or have outstanding talents. It can be said that they are the essence of Myanmar as a whole.
There are only a handful of them that the younger generation can surpass.
When he thought of this, he felt a little emotional.
But then he calmed down again.
After staying in Beijing for several months, he certainly understood that although these talents were outstanding, they were still inferior to those of the Ming Dynasty.
There is no way. The population of Ming Dynasty is 200 million, which is dozens of times that of Myanmar, and the number of reading groups is hundreds or thousands of times. They are not of the same order of magnitude at all.
"Everyone, we are from all over the world. Some are from Yunnan, some are from Shaanxi, and some are from Hunan. But now they are all in Myanmar. If you enter the East Palace, you are naturally from Myanmar."
Sun Zhenghao came to the general: "It will still be up to you to govern the people in the future."
Although this is a bit presumptuous, for someone who came from the Western Army and the environment in Myanmar is relatively rough, there is really nothing taboo about it.
Everyone nodded.
"These people are from Ming Dynasty. They are talents that I personally recruited. You must unite as one and don't fight among yourself to avoid letting others take advantage."
After saying this, he waved people away, leaving only those few people from the Bright Land behind.
"Everyone who has been in Myanmar for a few days must have learned something, right?"
Sun Zhenghao said solemnly: "I hope you will give me some advice!"
Di Meng and others looked serious.
They understand that this is a big test, related to their future status in the East Palace.
In the East Palace, the top three are naturally the Third Queen and the Third Young Master, but they are all held by civil servants from the outer court. In fact, the highest-ranking ones are Shidu, Shitu, and Zhan Shifu.
Nowadays, the prince has great power and can arrange civil servants below the fourth rank at any time. If he is favored, he can even get a place in the outer court.
"Your Excellency!" Di Meng, as the leader of the group, was actually the first to speak.
As a county magistrate with a civil servant background, the reason why he was valued was naturally his upright temper and extremely intelligent mind.
The reason why he was discovered in the first place was because the prince was pleased with this powerful order from the distinguished nobles, so he personally invited it.
Just like Hai Rui, as a strong point, he is not mindless, but has a certain bottom line, and his ability is naturally relatively outstanding.
Facing the prince's gaze, Di Meng raised his head without fear:
"For several years since the founding of Myanmar, it was led by the Western Army and assisted by civil servants from Yunnan. Your Highness conquered the unruly ministers and established its vassal court!"
"It is also true that the Han people in Myanmar occupy high positions, and the natives are below them. Over the past few years, the situation in Myanmar has gradually stabilized, and many natives are convinced, but only a handful of them hold high positions in the DPRK!"
"How much can the natives know about the imperial examination, the eight-part essay and the four books and five classics in a few years? Almost all of them were obtained by the Han people."
“If things continue like this, Myanmar may be divided into two and the country will no longer be a country!”
"In the past, when the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty took over the Central Plains, the Mongols occupied high positions. They would rather use Semu people than Han people. They returned to the grassland in less than a hundred years!"
Di Meng spoke in a deep voice, and in his deep accent, this seemed not like history, but something that had just happened:
"Not long ago, the Manchus shaved their heads and changed clothes, and enclosed the land. The slaves were driven out of Liaodong in less than ten years. In the past two years, even the North Sea was gone. They could only be forced to move westward like the Huns.
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"Di Xia, how do you think Myanmar today compares to the Mongol and Yuan Dynasties and the Manchu and Qing Dynasties?"
Sun Zhenghao was stunned and shivered all over.
Immediately, he fell into silence.
In Myanmar, the estrangement between the Han and the Chinese is already extremely deep, and has even become apparent.
The inner city of Xinjing is mostly inhabited by Han people, and native people are rarely seen. The yamen often favor Han people in judging cases and sentence native people harshly.
That's all, even in terms of drinking water, the two are different.
For example, the natives of Xinjing drink from the Irrawaddy River, but the Han people are naturally different, drinking from the small-flow Sitang River.
In terms of belief, the natives believe in Hinayana Buddhism, while the Han people believe in Mahayana Buddhism. They even carry out large-scale construction and build more gorgeous temples, so as to outdo the natives.
They speak Chinese, write Chinese characters, wear robes, and read the Four Books and Five Classics. It can be said that they are completely different from the natives.
As time goes by, the gap between the two will become wider and wider.
In the past, he thought it was inappropriate, but he couldn't explain it and had no choice.
It’s impossible to make these Han people submit to the natives, right?
"Sir, can you teach me?" Sun Zhenghao recovered and immediately became polite.
"For the long-term peace and stability of Myanmar, and for the sake of peace of mind of the local people, His Highness should lead by example!"
"Difficult!" Sun Zhenghao shook his head and said, "My father has a bad temper and is arbitrary. Even if he is wrong, he will go to the end and will not give in."
"He looks down on the natives the most. Counting on them? There is no hope."
"Then it can only be done by going downstairs."
Di Meng said.
"But if you show your kindness to the natives, I'm afraid the Han people will stay away..."
Sun Zhenghao hesitated.
His basic base is Han Chinese, and Myanmar's basic base is also Han Chinese. Once he gets far away from the Han people, the crown prince's position will not be secure.
"Your Excellency!" Di Meng pressed forward step by step: "You already have enough with the Han people, but not enough with the natives!"
"There are two to three million people in Myanmar. Do the total Han people number 300,000?"
This is a great truth!
After much hesitation, Sun Zhenghao agreed.
However, as the heir apparent, his status in Confucian society is awkward. Even if Sun Kewang is now delegating power wantonly, he does not dare to mess around.
After the report, I thought it would be a difficult persuasion, but Sun Kewang agreed: "I don't have many years to live, and your kid is very young, so this kind of thing is the most suitable thing to do."
"Even if it's a mess, I can clean it up for you!"
"Han people? If they are dissatisfied, I can kill natives, but I am not afraid of killing Han people. For the sake of the eternal stability of the Sun family, what do they mean?"
When he said this, his ruthlessness showed.
Basically, he was a gangster, selfish and ruthless.
In this way, within a few days, there was movement in the East Palace.
First of all, the East Palace will draw water from the Irrawaddy River for drinking, and water from the Sitang River will no longer be the main source.
For a time, Xinjing was in turmoil.
The next day, the crown prince arrived at the Shwedagon Pagoda with his concubine and others, prayed, met with the monks, and gave him a large amount of sesame oil money.
Now, no one dares to turn a blind eye anymore.
You must know that the Shwedagon Pagoda was first built in 585 BC. According to legend, the Burmese businessmen Kogya Daputuo brothers went to India to do business. They happened to meet the Buddha Sakyamuni under a Bodhi tree. The Buddha gave them 8 hairs.
The brothers returned to Myanmar after going through hardships.
Then the Shwedagon Pagoda was built.
The Shwedagon Pagoda is shaped like an inverted giant bell and is made of bricks.
Nowadays, the tower is seven feet tall, with more than 1,000 pure gold foils on its body. The gold used alone amounts to tens of thousands of kilograms.
There are more than 50,000 gold and silver bells hanging around the tower. The wind blows the bells, which are crisp and sweet, and the sound spreads in all directions.
It is a famous pilgrimage place throughout Theravada Buddhism.
Now that the prince comes to pray in person, the symbolic meaning is extremely strong.
The Mahayana Buddhist temples did not respond. After so many years of baptism in the Ming Dynasty, they had been taught a lesson and knew what to do.
You can only compromise on politics.
But the Theravada Buddhist monks were greatly shocked.
This means that the Burmese royal family finally began to pay attention to them and even included them in the court.
We must know that for so many years, monks, as the disseminators and receivers of knowledge, are the most educated group in Myanmar and the mainstay of country governance.
Nowadays, the Han people control the court and exclude all monks from politics, which completely affects their political interests.
The prince's show of goodwill, doesn't this represent hope?