The eldest son inheritance system is the foundation that runs through the Ming Dynasty.
Whether it is private property inheritance or imperial throne inheritance, it is the inheritance of the eldest son.
Zhu Yixi would never waver in the inheritance law unless necessary. The fight for the crown prince during the Wanli period was too bad.
As for selecting talents, that is subjective and idealistic.
Because there is no standard for virtue.
One can be virtuous by fighting, being virtuous by studying well, being virtuous by being modest and progressive, but inconsistent standards make virtuous a falsehood.
For example, Sima Yan never believed that his son Sima Zhong was a fool. After repeated assessments, he was fooled by ministers who had prepared in advance.
Moreover, even if someone was virtuous before ascending the throne, he may not be virtuous after ascending the throne, such as Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty.
As for the secret establishment of a crown prince in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, it was more of a decoration. Let me emphasize that the Manchu Qing Dynasty has always had a prince, and the establishment of a crown prince is the establishment of a prince, even if the prince cannot be a prince for a few days.
Qianlong's ascension to the throne was barely considered; Jiaqing was established before Qianlong's lifetime, and he served as a puppet emperor for three years; Daoguang simply failed to find the imperial edict, and the Queen Mother issued an edict;
The following Tongzhi was an only son, Guangxu was appointed by Cixi, and so was Puyi.
The secret reserve is just a joke.
"Send word to establish the Dongnuang Pavilion School. When all princes reach the age of five, they will enroll in the school."
Zhu Yixi knew not to let people think too much, as it would easily cause unnecessary associations, so he immediately nipped them in the bud.
As an emperor, there is no need to explain. Once explained, it becomes unclear.
Dongnuan Pavilion is a side hall of the Yangxin Palace. It is very close to the Qianqing Palace. It can be said that it is just a stone's throw away, so you can come and check it out at any time.
Learning from each other's strengths and compensating for weaknesses is the uniqueness of the time traveler.
The system of studying in the Manchu Qing Dynasty was really good. Although it was difficult to produce a wise king, it was extremely difficult to produce a faint king.
Ability can be cultivated, and reading more can make people's talents rise to the level of average.
Sure enough, as soon as this edict was issued, the cabinet drafted it very quickly, and the six departments hurriedly checked it, and it was published everywhere in less than two hours.
The restless hearts of the officials have also calmed down, and the harem is even calmer, with no ripples at all.
It was as if everything had never happened.
As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, the weather in the north is like a woman's temper. It changes at a moment's notice and turns yellow in the blink of an eye.
After the capital was moved to Beijing, Beizhili was in a busy scene. A large number of people came down from the Taihang Mountains to reclaim wasteland.
Those people who fled clung to the land deeds and asked the Yamen for the land.
Generally, if the land is already occupied, wasteland will be allocated again and a few acres will be added appropriately.
There is a shortage of people, money, cattle, iron, agriculture is not prosperous, there is a shortage of department stores, and the people are in a state of decline.
This was not the case for Shuntian Prefecture. It was the capital of the imperial court and had plenty of money, food and materials. Especially after the trade with the Chahar tribe, Shuntian Prefecture benefited the most.
In order to ensure Beijing's food supply, in addition to sea transportation and canals, local food is also extremely important.
Therefore, the Ministry of Revenue was also the first to carry out land inspections in Shuntian Prefecture, making it clear whether wasteland, mature land, owners or unowners were clear.
Jia Yan has the best experience in this regard.
As a baron, he was rewarded with a thousand acres of land by the emperor. In addition, the land exchanged for rewards over the years has accumulated to 3,000 acres.
He walked on the ridge of the field, looked at the newly sown winter wheat, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said happily:
"These three thousand acres are just for leisure. I will use all my family's money to buy all the nearby land. Then we will build a big manor and we will have no worries about food and drink!"
The baroness on the side nodded in agreement, her eyes narrowed into slits: "These days, things are finally getting better. If the head of the household falls in Beijing, he won't have to move again, right?"
"What are you talking about?" Jia Yan blurted out: "We have already arrived in Beijing, where else can we go."
"Aren't I scared?" My mother-in-law muttered, her momentum was weakening after all.
Jia Daihua, who was on the side, held his sister's hand and looked at the fields as far as the eye could see, with dozens of scattered figures immersed in work.
Behind them, there were several maids and servants. Although their clothes were a little shabby, they also had glorious expressions.
The Jia family became rich.
"Son, this title can only be passed down to one generation, so you have to work hard!"
At this time, Jia Yan turned his head, looked at Jia Daihua who looked like a little adult, and said with sincerity.
"Dad, I know."
Jia Daihua nodded solemnly, then pointed to the land and said: "We have so much land, but no one is farming it!"
"no way."
Jia Yan looked sad at this time and sighed: "In the past, Shuntian Mansion was mostly a place where slaves were built and the Eight Banners were established, and countless people were driven away."
"Many people were even slaves. Now that they have regained their land, they naturally refuse to be tenants. I hired these people at a high price, otherwise they will delay next year's harvest."
"The land must be planted, even if there is no harvest, it must be planted, otherwise it will be abandoned and it will become overgrown with weeds in a few days..."
"Jia guerrilla, Jia guerrilla..." While imparting experience, Jia Yan suddenly heard calls one after another.
"Hey, Zhao Youyi, your home is here too?"
Zhao Shuang, a tall man, led a mule and patrolled the land calmly. When he saw Jia Yan's family, he hurriedly said hello.
"Yes!" Zhao Shuang laughed and said, "This land is pretty good. It's right next to the Haihe River, so it's hard to get."
"No matter how good the land is, it's hard to find people."
Jia Yan glanced at the big men on the ground and couldn't help but drool with envy.
"Hey, you boy."
Hearing this, Zhao Shuang tilted his head and whispered: "You can go to those who don't have much land and ask them to help you manage the land. They don't have enough food left at home."
"That's what I do."
Jia Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He spread his hands and said, "Nowadays, there are too many fields but too little land. This is not enough!"
After hearing this, Zhao Shuang hesitated for a moment and then said:
"I'm just telling you this. The grassland has been uneasy recently. Many Tatars have come to Xuanfu, and there are also fake Tatars. If you bring enough food, you can buy some back..."
"Tatars?" Jia Yan was surprised: "Where did the Tatars come from? Tatars know how to farm?"
"Keep your voice down."
Zhao Shun hurriedly held him down, fearing that others would hear him: "Then the Chahar tribe surrendered to us, didn't they? They were beaten badly by the Jiannu slaves last year, and now they are spreading prestige in Monan."
"The captives' bones were hard and they couldn't feed themselves, so they were sold to the Xuan Mansion to make some money and food..."
"As for the Tatars, they don't know how to whip them. Don't you know how to whip them with a whip? If you whip them too much, you'll be fine."
"I went to the Governor's Mansion to inquire about it. It was sold just a month ago. If you want it, go there quickly, otherwise it will be gone."
Hearing this, Jia Yan became anxious. The Tatars would no longer use it. After all, they were still human beings. It was better to have something than nothing.
"Good brother, when you return to Beijing, I'll treat you to a drink."