Chapter 907: Mr. Ding, you just turned lonely
"Your Majesty, there is a memorial."
Dozens of memorials were delivered to the desk, but Emperor Jiajing did not even read them. He asked, "What did they say?"
The eunuch who delivered the memorial said, "I overheard in the imperial palace that the memorial said that the gentry in various places had too many fields and too many people to count, and we should investigate."
"Dog bites dog!" Emperor Jiajing suddenly smiled, "Qingzhi did a great job this time. Eh!"
The Taoist was suddenly startled, remembering that he had once said that Jiang Qingzhi was too soft-hearted.
Jiang Qingzhi used this result to tell him: There are countless ways to achieve your goals, so why do you have to distort your own nature to act?
Let’s just do it according to our own will and be happy in the process. Isn’t it great?
The Taoist priest was speechless, then he looked through several memorials, most of which had the same contents.
In their memorials, the dignitaries praised the decision of Emperor Jiajing to investigate the land, saying that it was a good thing that would benefit the country and the people. Then they turned the topic to the civil officials and gentry.
——These people have countless fields in their hands, we must investigate!
Between the lines, one can see a kind of schadenfreude, or the pleasure of watching a ship capsize from the Yellow Crane Tower.
"People are not worried about the lack of wealth, but about the inequality of wealth." The Taoist smiled. "When the powerful and wealthy are in trouble, they will naturally be furious when they see the officials and gentry who are still unscathed. This is divide and rule... human heart, human nature."
The Taoist pondered for a long time and sighed: "Greed, anger, and ignorance are poisons, but those people can't see through them. But... it's not a bad thing."
He is lacking support, especially public opinion.
"Let Lu Bing come."
Upon hearing the news, Lu Bing hurried into the palace.
When they were almost at Yongshou Palace, the eunuch leading the way stopped. "It's Princess Changle."
Lu Bing stopped and looked up.
Changle brought two palace servants and carried a food box herself, looking a bit tired. She looked at the palaces on both sides from time to time, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her happy look made Lu Bing's eyes change from indifference to gentleness.
"It's Lu Bing!" the palace maid whispered. Changle stopped and looked at Lu Bing timidly.
"Your Highness, I greet the princess." Lu Bing bowed, walked over, and took the food box without saying anything. Then he took a few steps and looked back at Changle.
Changle: "..."
"Princess, please." Lu Bing turned sideways, very respectful.
The eunuchs and palace servants on the roadside all lowered their heads, but were trying their best to raise their eyes upwards.
The reputation of a fierce person can scare all officials, and the prince has to give face when he sees him. Your Majesty's brother, Jinyiwei Commander Lu Bing, actually bowed to the princess.
What the people in the palace have the most is the ability to read people's expressions. Those who don't have this ability are either marginalized or assigned to do the hardest work.
Anyone who can appear here is not an easy person to deal with.
At this moment, they all raised their heads in a state of disbelief and glanced quickly at Lu Bing and Changle.
Lu Bing is respectful.
Changle was obviously in shock...
Everyone immediately bowed their heads.
Changle was stunned and followed closely.
Lu Bing frowned and slowed down his pace. After Changle came up, he followed behind on the right side.
The two of them walked silently to the Taoist's "duty room". Lu Bing handed the food box to Changle and asked the palace servants accompanying Changle in a low voice, "Has anyone bullied the princess recently?"
The two palaces were a little frightened, and one of them said in a trembling voice, "No."
"Hmm!" Lu Bing looked at the other person. The palace servant lowered his head. "Chang Wei Bo often asks about the princess' affairs. No one dares..."
Last time, Jiang Qingzhi made an exception and beat up the female official next to Changle, which shocked the harem. To this day, the impact of that incident still lingers, and Changle's life has become much better because of it. In addition, the Taoist priest has become more affectionate to this daughter, and many people in the palace have come to flatter him.
Changle didn't like too much hustle and bustle, and always felt uneasy. After a few visits, she would make excuses that she wanted to study or do needlework, and disappear from everyone's sight.
Lu Bing said in a deep voice: "Serve the princess wholeheartedly!"
"Yes."
The two palace officials were confused, and after Lu Bing passed by, they looked at each other.
"Why?"
"I don't know, but it's not a bad thing."
"Ok!"
Lu Bing walked outside the palace and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I, Lu Bing, request to see you."
"Come in." It was impossible to tell whether the Taoist priest was happy or not in his voice.
"Dad!" The little girl happily went in carrying the lunch box.
"Changle?"
Lu Bing had followed the Taoist priest since he was a child, and knew his uncle's temperament very well. He could tell something was wrong in his voice.
First there was joy, then there was astonishment.
That's right, it was shock.
"Dad, I made you some stir-fried radish today. My uncle said that eating radish in winter and ginger in summer will keep you from needing a doctor's prescription. Dad, you should eat more."
"This stir-fried radish...what is used to season it?" the Taoist asked with hope in mind.
As the little cotton-padded jacket opened the lunch box, she said, "I just put in my cousin's sauce and my father's favorite sauce..."
Girl, the two sauces can’t be mixed! Daoye’s face twisted instantly.
The radish looks yellow and black, with chopped green onions on top.
"Dad, let's eat first1" Changle said, but when he thought of Lu Bing, he lowered his head, "Dad, you go ahead and do your work."
"Not busy." The Taoist said with a smile, and then ate a piece of radish.
Changle stared at his expression with anticipation.
"Hmm...it tastes good!" Taoist relaxed his brows. This was true. The mixture of the two sauces was unexpectedly delicious.
Taoist was deeply moved and thought, could it be that it was his mother’s spirit in heaven that helped Changle’s cooking skills improve?
"Dad, there's also this tripe. My uncle said that like cures like. Dad hasn't been enjoying his meals lately, so let's try it."
Daoye took a bite, his smile froze for a moment, then quickly dispersed, "Not bad."
The tripe tasted like cowhide and was hard to chew. "Dad, you are busy." Changle happily said goodbye.
After she left, the Taoist swallowed the tripe shreds whole and glanced at Huang Jin. Huang Jin came over with a bitter face, picked up the tripe shreds, and was about to get the stir-fried radish.
"Leave the carrot behind!"
"Yes." Huang Jin was secretly delighted. After tasting the toughness of the tripe, his not very strong old teeth suddenly began to shake.
The Taoist priest looked at Lu Bing and said, "The dignitaries in the capital have suggested that the land and population of officials and gentry be investigated. This matter..."
This is for Lu Bing to guess.
Lu Bing said without hesitation: "This matter is very pleasing to the people, and it should be made public."
Taoist nodded with satisfaction, "Go quickly!"
The radish tastes a bit like pickled radish, but also like braised radish, with a slightly strong taste. However, because the radish is fried relatively raw, the taste is neutralized.
Not bad!
The Taoist narrowed his eyes, "Why were Yang Tinghe and others able to suppress me back then? It was nothing more than controlling public opinion. The Confucianists in the world are one, and Yang Tinghe is the leader. He made a call from a high place, and the whole world followed..."
Huang Jin couldn't chew the belly, so he just swallowed it whole. He thought about what happened back then.
At that time, Dao Ye was alone and helpless, but Yang Tinghe had the power of the entire Confucian school behind him, plus the help of Empress Dowager Zhang in the palace, so he could almost be said to be the second emperor.
Looking at the history of the Ming Dynasty, only Zhang Juzheng during the reign of Emperor Wanli could have such power.
Faced with the double attack from the Empress Dowager and powerful ministers in the harem, as well as pressure from Feng Bao, Emperor Wanli finally chose to bow his head.
If you don't bow your head, you will have things that you can't bear to say. Just like what Daoye experienced after ascending the throne, he was almost burned to death or strangled to death.
Emperor Wanli learned from his grandfather's experience, so he was timid.
But his grandfather Daoye was different. He only had one word: do it!
Either you kill me, or I kill you!
Public opinion played a huge role at that time. At the beginning, public opinion was one-sided and Daoye was defeated. Later, Daoye used Zhang Cong and others to launch a counterattack and gradually reversed the decline.
From then on, Daoye knew that public opinion was his weak spot. He also wanted to win over public opinion, but public opinion was in the hands of Confucianism. No matter how hard he tried, he was ultimately defeated and could only retreat to the West Garden.
"How come that idiot is so sensitive to public opinion?" Daoye thought about Jiang Qingzhi's plan this time and found that Jiang Qingzhi had been taking advantage of the powerful from the very beginning.
The purpose is to win public opinion.
"The rich and powerful are nothing but dead bones in a grave." The Taoist ate a piece of carrot and squinted his eyes. "The rich and powerful strike back, and public opinion is on me!"
Lu Bing returned to Jinyiwei and ordered people to pass the message everywhere.
"Why isn't Jiang Qingzhi here for this matter?" Shen Lian was a little confused.
Someone said: "Jiang Qingzhi hurried back to Xin'an Lane earlier, and he looked quite anxious."
"Did something happen in his family?" Zhu Hao said gloatingly.
"Child!" someone said.
These days, if a child is less than one year old, it's almost as if his name is hanging in the eyes of the King of Hell.
……
Jiang Qingzhi returned home and hurried to the forbidden area, but turned around and rushed into the bedroom...
Since the kang was installed, Li Tian has been happy to stay in the bedroom. Sitting on the kang is as warm as spring, and a cotton-padded jacket can keep you warm through the winter. The children also like it and are very happy to sit on the kang.
Jiang Qingzhi rushed in, picked up the child, kissed him, and rushed out like a whirlwind.
Li Tian was stunned. "Where are you going in such a hurry?"
Huang Yaner smiled and said, "Since that day, Master has become more casual in his actions."
The nurse smiled and said, "I heard what Mr. Xia said... something about famous scholars being romantic and free and unrestrained."
"A famous scholar from the Wei and Jin Dynasties?"
"Yes, that's it."
The words and deeds of the famous scholars of the Wei and Jin Dynasties were bizarre. According to Jiang Qingzhi, many of them were pretending to be crazy.
He has the same character as Zhu Shitai.
Jiang Qingzhi entered the forbidden area and ordered, "Shitou, guard the gate."
"There are quite a few."
Sun Chonglou stood in front of the door, took out the dried meat, and looked up at the sky. "It's a little cloudy!"
There are several rooms in the forbidden area, which Jiang Qingzhi uses to store things that are not allowed to be shown to others. There is also a small studio.
He entered the studio, sat down, closed his eyes, and rubbed his hands...
"Hello, Uncle Ding!"
In the space in my mind, the cauldron began to speed up...
Could it be the country's destiny?
Jiang Qingzhi thought that the initial victory in clearing the land should be rewarded. But for the entire new policy, this is only a small victory. Mr. Ding should not give sweet rewards so easily, right?
Deep in the copper green, mottled light is dissipating.
That touch of purple is so pure that it is dazzling.
The big tripod kept accelerating, getting faster and faster.
What the hell...
Do you want supersonic speed?
Jiang Qingzhi felt that this speed would allow him to take off on the spot.
Just as he was daydreaming, the cauldron began to slow down.
The digital dial didn’t move!
What the hell!
Jiang Qingzhi was dumbfounded, "Uncle Ding, are you just turning around for no reason?"
puff!
A large box fell down.
(End of this chapter)
