The Jesuits have been able to rise in China because they have been adhering to the path of rising to the top.
For example, he helped the Ming Dynasty contact artillery fields, repair cannons, and even translate books on geometry and other knowledge.
In order to facilitate communication, he not only gave himself a Chinese name, but also borrowed God’s name from Jehovah.
God Haotian is so angry.
Of course, this is tradition. When Buddhism was first introduced to China, it also borrowed the story of Laozi’s transformation into a Buddha, and even hosted temples, Dharma gatherings, etc., all imitating Taoism.
Modify the doctrine, such as following Matteo Ricci's rules and allowing people to worship their ancestors and kneel down to worship Confucius.
Facts have proved that this choice is wise.
Because the population of the Ming Dynasty was so large that even the rich people added up to a large number.
What's more, if the leader takes the lead, ordinary people will naturally follow.
Their ultimate goal was to convert the emperor, so that the Ming Dynasty would not have to worry about becoming a diocese.
Of course, those in power are selfish and cannot allow the Pope to sit on their head. Such expectations are just a reflection of the moon in the mirror.
On the contrary, it is the Dutch missionaries in Japan. Even if the Protestant rules are simple, the rules are still not suitable for the Japanese rulers.
What's more, Buddhism, which is quiet and inactive, has become a weak figure in Japan, and Christianity, which is more aggressive, is naturally not recognized.
Of course, this is also the reason why the Jesuits who preached in the Ming Dynasty mostly followed Matteo Ricci's rules, while those who preached in Japan were mostly missionaries who came directly from Manila and Malacca.
Later, during the Yongzheng period, missionaries were completely excluded and expelled.
When Nan Huairen was training there in India, he took a Chinese name. This is a Jesuit tradition.
The two of them looked at each other without saying anything and then dispersed.
After studying etiquette in Taiwan for a few days, Nan Huairen could only take the mission and sail all the way to Tianjin on a sea ship.
The bustling streets, row upon row of shops, and endless crowds of people make it several times more prosperous than Taiwan.
Different from Taiwan's combination of Chinese and Western, Tianjin is pure Mingfeng, so rich that it makes people breathless.
"This is?"
Looking at the two tracks, the strange long carriage on them, and the six galloping horses, he was a little stunned for a moment.
"Iron horse." The man accompanying him said softly:
"Rail carriages, now people like to call them iron horses, which is easy to pronounce and convenient."
"This is the most popular mode of transportation in the past few years. It can run at twice the speed of an ordinary horse-drawn carriage. It is convenient and fast, and most importantly, it is very safe."
“Walking on two railway tracks is very safe.”
The man is wearing a t-shirt, neatly dressed and elegant, and his delicate skin tells the story of his rich life.
Behind him were two servants, very impressive.
Obviously, in order to welcome Nan Huairen, the Beijing Diocese sent a big shot.
"What if someone passes by?"
"That's damn fate." The man chuckled: "In the beginning, someone was unlucky every month, but later they all became smarter."
"Of course, there are always money-grubbing people who want to steal railway tracks, but once caught, the whole family will be exiled to the Northeast. This is more terrifying than the death penalty."
"With this iron horse, the original three-day journey from Tianjin to Beijing has been shortened to half a day."
"Then it's very expensive!" Nan Huairen sighed as he saw all the men and women in colorful clothes coming in and out.
"Three silver coins."
Nan Huairen learned the value of silver dollars in Taiwan, which is half a year's salary for ordinary people.
Really expensive.
"Don't think it's expensive, but there are so many people in Ming Dynasty, and there are also many rich people."
The man said casually: "In Tianjin, there are tens of thousands of people coming and going every day. If everyone rides an iron horse, it will be impossible to pretend."
"This is screening people."
After saying that, the two of them came to the station and bought their tickets.
"Sir, your guide?"
Condescendingly, the conductor asked unceremoniously.
"Now -" the man handed over two road signs from his arms without hesitation: "Two sleeper berths and two sitting berths."
The price of a sleeper berth is three times that of a seat.
After the road guide is stamped, they can use it as a ticket to take the bus.
"It's a coincidence that you're here. The seal was stamped on your hand before. It was too unpolished and annoying. How can those ladies like this be able to endure it?"
The man turned his head and explained: "Now that it is built on the road guide, it will be much more convenient."
After saying that, the two of them came to the entrance.
At this time, the ticket inspector checked the road guide, and then said: "Your box must be weighed."
"Anything weighing more than ten kilograms will have to be paid for transportation."
Needless to say, Nan Huairen's wooden box was definitely overweight, so he paid a dollar for the shipping fee and that was all.
"This iron horse is bullying us." The man sighed: "If you are willing to ride on the iron horse, you will naturally not be reluctant to pay for the gift. You have made too much."
Nan Huairen could only sigh: "You Ming people are still too rich."
Passengers coming and going are all neatly dressed and have rosy faces, and they look like they are often enjoying themselves.
And there were actually as many as twenty such people in the long carriage.
He observed that the entire carriage belonged to two parts, the front and the rear.
There are four beds placed horizontally at the front of the car, which are in a semi-sealed state. The beds are covered with cotton quilts, which look very soft.
The back half of the carriage is filled with seats. Although they are covered with a layer of blankets, they are still hard and very crowded to sit on.
"Although this sleeper berth is twice the price, it's worth the money and you can't live without it."
Liu Jing swept the berth, then shook his head in disgust, took out the box from under the bed, took out clean sheets and spread it over again, then reluctantly lay down.
"You should take a rest. We probably won't be able to get here until night."
"It's a pity that Mr. Liu doesn't have enough identity. Otherwise, he could just book a carriage without anyone bothering him. It's also very convenient."
Nan Huairen lay down and felt the softness all over his body. At this time, he couldn't sleep.
This Ming Dynasty is indeed flowing with gold.
Such a comfortable place can only be enjoyed by nobles with velvet floors!
In the confused lake, Nan Huairen felt shaking, and then saw Liu Jing's face.
"Beijing city has arrived——"
A shout seemed to blast open the Nantian Gate, and chaotic noises poured into the ears, making people's hearts beat faster and making it difficult to calm down.
Nan Huairen opened his eyes, then couldn't wait to get up, picked up the bag and saluted him and got off the car.
There was nothing else, because the coachman's eyes as big as copper bells were staring at him without blinking, which made people panic.
There was nothing he could do, the carriage was full of distinguished guests, and he couldn't even afford to sit on the iron horse that cost three yuan a trip.
"This is the station outside Chongwenmen."
Liu Jing said softly: "The canal ends here, and so does the iron horse, so there are people there day and night, and it's very lively."
At this time, two servants came over quietly, carrying it and bowing behind them.
The group of people could not enter the city because it was already dark and the city gate was closed.
Today’s Beijing city is still not a city that never sleeps.
There is no other way. For the capital, politics is paramount and stability is the only thing, so a curfew is naturally indispensable.
Fortunately, Chongwenmen Pier has always been prosperous. There are not many other things but inns. There are hundreds of inns, large and small, hanging lanterns, making the entire pier shine like daylight.
Restaurants and bars are open all night and will not miss any opportunity to make money.
Doing business under lanterns, the streets and alleys are filled with all kinds of strange shouts.
At this time, the bustling night market shocked the missionary.
Nan Huairen could no longer express his emotions.
He sighed a lot along the way.
After being caught until dawn, a few people entered the city.
At this time, Nan Huairen saw the Notre Dame Cathedral in Beijing. It was magnificent and even more magnificent than in Taiwan, but Liu Jing called it the North Church of Heaven.
Asked why, Liu Jing laughed and said: "There is also a Nantang in Beijing!"
Nan Huairen was speechless, and then met the Archbishop of the Daming Catholic Diocese, Wei Kuangguo.
I saw him wearing a long robe, a square scarf on his head, and holding a paper fan in his hand. If he didn't have a Western face, he might look more Han Chinese than Liu Jing next to him.
"Thank God, you are finally here."
Wei Kuangguo spoke pure Beijing dialect, his face full of surprise: "What answer did the Holy See give us?"
"God bless, hope this is good news."
Nan Huairen smiled bitterly: "Sorry——"
Having said that, he called out the edict issued by the Pope.
As soon as these words came out, Wei Kuangguo's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
"Didn't the Jesuits persuade everyone?"
"I tried to persuade you, but the cardinals and archbishops didn't agree."
"Doesn't the Holy See know the hard work we have put into missionary work in the East? So far, Bishop Tang Ruowang has not been seen. Is it so rare that he wants to completely destroy it?"
Wei Kuangguo frowned, unable to stop his anger.
"Both the Dominicans and the Franciscans disagree. They think we are compromising and abandoning the correct way of the Lord."
"Nonsense, this is an essential process for missionary work." Wei Kuangguo said angrily: "As long as we work hard, as long as the Ming Emperor converts, hundreds of millions of people in the entire East will become believers in the Lord."
"What a big mistake this is!"
At this time, Wei Kuangguo did not understand that the missionary career in the East would be stalled or even destroyed because of this decree.
But there is nothing to do, this is the decision of the whole of Rome.
Although the Jesuits are very powerful, they cannot overturn the Pope's decision unless there is a Pope among them.
But this is fraught with difficulties.
The next day, the frustrated Wei Kuangguo took Nan Huairen and asked to see His Majesty the Emperor.
Zhu Yixi was not idle at this time, so she stopped and said, "Let them wait first."
At this time, His Majesty the Emperor was meeting with the doctor from the Imperial Hospital.
As early as ten years ago, the emperor ordered people to compile a "Shaowu Medical Book", which was like the barefoot doctor's manual of later generations. It described a large number of common diseases and their solutions.
It can be said that 90% of common diseases can be solved through this book, which is of great benefit to the people.
Unlike the Compendium of Materia Medica, which is extremely cumbersome and has no popularization effect at all, it can only be treasured.
Subsequently, the emperor also ordered that all counties and cities should set up medical clinics, which were responsible for free diagnosis and treatment of the people, but they were not responsible for dispensing medicine.
Maintaining a doctor is not a big burden for ordinary county governments, but for ordinary people, it is a great good governance.
"Your Majesty, so far, 800,000 copies of Shaowu's medical books have been published. They are available in every county and every major bookstore -"
Yi Zheng sighed with emotion: "Because of this, there are countless more doctors in the world."
"This is good governance. The people are so grateful that they can't wait to come to the capital in person to thank the emperor for his kindness."
"Okay, stop bragging."
Zhu Yixi shook her head and said casually: "I just want you to tell me how many medical clinics there are in the entire Shuntian Mansion."
"this……"
"How many are there in the entire capital city?"
"I am ashamed of myself——"
"Folk doctors are rare, so what's the use of printing books, and what's the use of relying on official medical clinics?"
The emperor was quite annoyed, but he waved his hand and said: "Go down."
"yes."
Of course he knew that he always implicated people for no reason.
As an imperial physician, he had no control over the local doctors and how could he know about this matter.
To be honest, it is too difficult to train Chinese medicine practitioners.
Over the years, although imperial doctors have been encouraged to take on apprentices, the success rate is really not high, with only a few dozen apprentices per year. For a huge population, it is of no use at all.
"No, if we continue, Shaowu's medical books will only appear in the books of later generations. It will have little effect at all, and it will not have much impact on my martial arts."
As for the compilation of history, that is a routine operation and cannot be placed on the emperor's head at all.
The history of the Yuan Dynasty, which is like rubbish, has been re-edited, but it only has about 500,000 words, weighs less than 100 kilograms, and contains about 20 volumes.
The total cost was almost 300,000 silver coins.
As for "History of the Pre-Ming Dynasty", it has been revised for more than ten years and is still being edited.
Even if the number of people doubled to a hundred, the three-hundred-year-old dynasty has left a vast amount of historical information. If it really wants to be compiled into a good history, it will really take twenty or thirty years.
Similarly, the "History of the Pre-Ming Dynasty" is not his fault, it is the credit of the civil servants.
In order for the emperor to manage his civil affairs and martial arts, he had to compile a book, a collection of categories similar to the Yongle Dadian and Sikuquanshu.
To be honest, Zhu Yixi disdains such books.
Apart from being able to demonstrate civility and consume money, it is of no use to ordinary people because they have no use at all.
For the imperial court, it was even a burden.
For example, in order to preserve the Yongle Ceremony, Zhu Yixi had to find people to copy more than ten copies in the past few years for fear of encountering a fire, employing thousands of people and spending hundreds of thousands of dollars. It can be said that it was a lot of hard work.
After all, if you don’t make a few backup copies, if there really is a fire, it will be the end of the world.
Therefore, cultural governance cannot deceive itself with flashy things, but must truly benefit the country and the people.
Zhu Yixi suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered something famous in history - the Kangxi Dictionary.
Nowadays, Kangxi will no longer appear, so such a dictionary is naturally a pity.
And if he creates a "Shaowu Dictionary", then it will be a matter of course?
Thinking of this, Emperor Zhu became more energetic.
If a dictionary could be created to accompany the enlightenment of young scholars, it would really be famous throughout the ages.
However, now that dictionaries are out, Pinyin should not be far away.
What a great thing it would be to increase literacy rates.
"Your Majesty, Father Wei would like to see you."
"It's just the right time, it's just the right time!"
Zhu Yixi was overjoyed. How could the Pinyin matter be without missionaries?