Chapter 192 Will You Become Good Officials?
Li Wenzhong returned to Beijing without an imperial edict, so of course he was not scolded by Zhu Yuanzhang.
With Biao'er's order, Zhu Yuanzhang would agree even if Zhu Wenzhen came back.
Zhu Yuanzhang was puzzled: "Why didn't Wen Zheng come back? He didn't want to come back to watch the fun? It's not like his character."
Li Wenzhong was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Your Majesty, the princes are not allowed to leave their fiefdoms without imperial decree."
Zhu Yuanzhang said, "You call me uncle in private, not the emperor. The princes are not allowed to leave their fiefdoms without imperial decree, but that brat Zhu Wenzheng will obey? That's not right. Is he doing something bad?"
In Zhu Yuanzhang's mind, his nephew Zhu Wenzhen was quiet and must be up to something.
Li Wenzhong had no choice but to answer honestly: "He really wanted to come back, but Biaoer wouldn't let him."
"Oh, Biaoer has him under control." Zhu Yuanzhang said happily, "Fortunately, Biaoer had to keep the fact that he was the crown prince a secret, otherwise Zhu Wenzheng would definitely pester Biaoer and ask Biaoer to order him back to the capital in the name of the crown prince."
Li Wenzhong thought to himself that Zhu Wenzhen really did that, but Biaoer told him to shut up, so he shut up.
In the eyes of Prince Yan, the prince's words are much more effective than those of the emperor.
Zhu Yuanzhang said: "By the way, remember to go to Wang's house and comfort Wang Guangyang."
Li Wenzhong asked, "What happened to Mr. Wang?"
Zhu Yuanzhang said, "He volunteered to be the first to speak out, but he regretted it after leaving the court. When he returned home, he figured out that old man Liu Ji was up to no good, and he became so angry that he fell ill."
Li Wenzhong: “…”
He really didn't know how to comfort her about this matter.
Li Wenzhong put his stubborn Wang Guangyang out of his mind and said, "Uncle, do you want to go back to Beijing?"
Zhu Yuanzhang laughed and said, "Are you worried that I might get stuck in a rut?"
Li Wenzhong quickly said, "Of course my uncle won't. But Biao'er might really want my uncle to tell him what's going on in the court in person."
Zhu Yuanzhang shook his sleeves and said, "I'm covered in blood now, so I'd better not scare Biao'er. After the dust settles, I'll take a good bath, change clothes, and then take Xiuying to see Biao'er."
Li Wenzhong smiled bitterly: "Uncle, you didn't hold the knife yourself, so how could there be any bloody smell?"
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled but said nothing.
Li Wenzhong had no choice but to stop persuading him.
He knew that even though Biao'er was already seventeen years old, in his uncle's heart, Biao'er was still a little child who could sleep on his belly and needed careful care.
But on the other hand, the uncle trusts Biaoer very much and allows Biaoer to do some dangerous things.
Trust and doting. This kind of affection made the uncle's behavior towards Biao'er very divided. But Li Wenzhong thought that if he had children, perhaps they would also become divided in the future.
Of course, Li Wenzhong was overthinking it. After he had a child, all he wanted to do was chase the child and beat him up every other day. It wasn't at all the distressed and happy life he imagined now.
Anyone who has been with Zhu Biao for a long time will be deceived by the matter of "children".
"Go do what you should do, don't worry about your uncle." Zhu Yuanzhang smiled, "I will definitely take Xiuying and Biaoer to celebrate New Year's Eve this year."
Li Wenzhong nodded and took his leave.
After Li Wenzhong left, Zhu Yuanzhang picked up the newspaper again and looked carefully at the article published in the newspaper in which he declared handsomely that "I am a tyrant."
Ah, I am so handsome!
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"The emperor is so handsome!" In the official school in Nanjing City, students gathered together, holding newspapers and whispering to each other, making a lot of noise.
"I don't know if my father stepped out at that time. If he didn't, I would look down on him." Another student made such outrageous remarks.
"Liu Jing, your father is so awesome!" the students praised.
Liu Jing smiled shyly and changed the subject: "The teacher just said that the extracurricular activity during this period is to go to Nanjing City and help the people read newspapers."
The students were very excited: "Really? Hahaha, it must be the principal's order!"
"That's right, the current dean doesn't have that kind of courage."
"Alas, when can we listen to the principal's lectures in person again?"
"I heard that the government schools are going to be reformed now. Senior students will all go to Beijing, and the principal will preside over their internships and graduation. I can go soon!"
"Liu Jing, your brother is an official next to the principal, that's great."
The classmates were all envious.
Liu Jing's shy smile was a little distorted: "Yeah."
He was so angry that he almost bit his tongue.
Damn it! He had a chance at first, but that bastard brother actually found an excuse to send him back to his hometown to deliver a letter. When he came back, his chance was gone!
What brother is this? Is he an enemy?
You forced me to make you fight with me!
Liu Jing now spends twice as much time practicing martial arts, waiting to go to Beijing to study and kill his brother.
His biological father was very supportive.
Soon after Liu Jing announced the news, the teacher of the official school came to inform the students to prepare to go out and read the newspaper.
The students of the official schools put on narrow-sleeved long boots, wore swords at their waists, dressed in a neither civil nor military manner, and went out in carriages to read newspapers.
The teachers and students of the Imperial College next door looked at them with contempt, saying that they were disrespectful.
But behind the contemptuous gazes of the Imperial College students, there was also a hint of envy, but they didn't dare to show it because their teachers didn't like it.
Originally, Zhu Yuanzhang decided to turn Yingtian Primary School into the Imperial College of the Ming Dynasty. According to Zhu Biao's opinion, it was divided into primary school, middle school and university.
However, due to fierce opposition from civil officials, Yingtian Primary School was transformed into Nanjing Official School. The Imperial College remained the traditional Imperial College, teaching only the Four Books and Five Classics. The best candidates among the successful candidates could enter the Imperial College, and the children of officials could also enter the Imperial College through patronage, rather than choosing Nanjing Official School.
After the founding of the Ming Dynasty, most of the children of officials who entered the court chose to enroll in the Imperial Academy.
Even before these people entered the court, the embryonic form of party struggles between the "clear stream" and the "turbid stream" had already emerged.
The Imperial College, which only read books written by sages, was clearly a pure institution. This was a fact universally acknowledged by scholars throughout the world.
But in the hearts of the people of Nanjing, they were indifferent to the upright scholars in the Imperial College, just as those upright scholars were indifferent to the people in front of them, and only cared about a broader "people of the Ming Dynasty."
They care about and love the students of Yingtian Primary School very much.
"Oh, I've been waiting for you to come and read the newspaper!"
The people took the initiative to sweep the ground clean, washed it with water, and helped the students build a platform and a sunshade shed.
"Although some people read it in teahouses and taverns, you read it better."
The common people laughed and moved their small stools to sit in front of the group of students to chat about family matters.
It has been ten years since they first spoke with the students of Yingtian Primary School.
The people watched these children grow up, looked forward to their growth, and hoped that these children would smoothly enter the officialdom and become high-ranking officials.
Some of these students were still wobbly when they walked during their first extracurricular internship, but now they have grown into fine young men.
The students read the newspaper aloud, and the people listened attentively.
When the situation became intense, some people cursed loudly, some wiped their tears, and some sighed.
"Marshal Zhu has become the emperor, why is it still so difficult?"
The people asked in confusion.
"That's the Duke of E, Marshal Chang! Why would Duke of E, Marshal Chang, want to debate with a commoner? That doesn't make sense! Then can I also debate with that commoner?"
The people were very dissatisfied.
"The crime written in the Ming Dynasty Code can't be used, so the only thing we can do is treason? How ridiculous?!"
The people couldn't believe it.
The students followed their teachers' instructions and broke down these things and told the people.
The principal said that the people are not stupid, they just don’t have the opportunity to think.
"Most of our parents were illiterate people, but now they understand the truth. They are our elders and fellow villagers, and we should treat them with the same patience as we treated our illiterate parents."
They followed the principal's instructions and told the people of Nanjing what they had learned from their teachers.
As a result, the unspoken rules of officialdom flowed from the court into the people.
The people finally realized that even the emperor had things he couldn't do.
"Even if we kill all those corrupt officials, I'm afraid it won't be of much use, right?"
"But our Marshal Zhu has decided to chop them down anyway! Let's chop them down first!"
“If they’re all cut down, who can do anything?”
The people discussed this matter, and then said earnestly to the students who were studying for them, "You've all grown up now, you should be able to become officials! You can definitely become good officials, right?"
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"Brother, I've been doing internships lately, and people keep pulling me aside, asking me when I can become an official and whether I can be a good official." Zhu Chong leaned over the table and said weakly, "I suddenly feel so stressed."
Zhu Biao gently patted his brother's head: "Being trusted and expected by others, although it is very stressful, are you also very happy in your heart?"
Zhu Chong rubbed his head on the table and whispered, "Hmm."
Zhu Biao said, "Remember your current mood. When you encounter temptation in the future, think about your current mood and the trust and expectations of the people in you. Well, it's quite difficult for you to encounter temptation."
Zhu Chong wondered: "Why?" Although he thought he would not be tempted, he was still very curious.
Zhu Biao laughed and said, "Because the temptations they offer you are definitely not as good as what your brother offers you."
Zhu Chong was stunned, then jumped up and gave his eldest brother a bear hug: "Yes!"
"Alright, alright, let go," Zhu Biao scolded with a smile, "You're so strong, do you think you can break my waist? The people say you've grown up and can become an official. Now I'll let you go and do it!"
Zhu Chong said happily, "Okay! What do you want me to do, big brother?"
Zhu Biao said: "Of course, I'm going to help Uncle Liao."
Is there a better place for brothers than on the ocean ?
