Zhu Biao's mind was still shaking. He also wanted to think carefully about Han Du's words just now, so he didn't force it.
Han Du came out of the East Palace, and this trip was barely enough to finalize the road construction matter.
Time is money, and he should start building it as soon as possible, but no matter how anxious Han Du is, he is still going to go to the Baoqian Lift Office first.
Han Du came to the Baochao Examination Department.
When the clerk on duty saw Han Du, it was as if he saw a rare visitor coming to his door.
Could it be that he is not a rare guest?
Since Han Du took office, he often went to the banknote bureau, and sometimes he didn't even come to the banknote raising office for several days in a row. Doing Mao has become a perfunctory matter. Today I’m just going to outline what I did a few days ago. These are things that Han Du often does, so don’t be alarmed. Anyway, he is the biggest in the promotion of treasure money. He is the only one who points to others, and no one else points to him.
Han Du nodded slightly towards the clerk, and after greeting each other, he went straight to his office alone.
He asked the scribe to polish his ink, and Han Du spread out the memorial. Han Du rarely wrote memorials to the emperor. Unlike other officials, he would write a memorial to Lao Zhu almost every day, as if not writing would make the emperor think he was lazy.
Han Du, however, disliked the trouble of writing a memorial. He didn't bother to write a memorial to Lao Zhu unless there was something important.
Sometimes Han Du maliciously speculates, 'Is it because these civil servants are so active in petitioning because Lao Zhu abolished Zhongshu Province, which caused them to be dissatisfied and want to tire Lao Zhu to death by writing memorials? '
However, after today's experience in the East Palace, Han Du felt that it was necessary to write a memorial to popularize the basic knowledge to Lao Zhu. Otherwise, it would be bad if one day what he did caused Lao Zhu's incomprehension and misunderstanding.
Other misunderstandings hurt feelings at most, but the misunderstanding with Lao Zhu hurt lives.
Han Du didn't want to gamble at all.
After pondering for a moment, Han Du started writing, and the beautiful Nianhua small regular script appeared on the memorial in rows like laser printing.
"On the reasons for the increase of labor productivity and on the order in which the products of labor are naturally distributed to the various classes of scholars, farmers, industry and merchants", starting from the origin of division of labor, what are commodities, what are the natural prices and market prices of commodities, etc.
From noon to sunset, I wrote thousands of eloquent words, which made Han Du feel sore in his back and waist. Of course, Han Du did not copy the work of later generations, but went through his artistic processing and replacement of various examples to ensure that no one can see anything wrong.
Blow dry the ink, close the memorial, and hand it to the scribe beside you.
"Send it to the Secretary of General Affairs and submit it."
The scribe took the memorial and left.
Han Du raised his hands above his head and stretched his back, which had been frozen for a long time. It wasn't until a crackling sound of joints was heard that he let out a long breath, left the Baochao Lifting Office, and prepared to go home. .
Fengtian Palace, the most diligent emperor since ancient times, is still writing hard.
The old eunuch was still personally doing the work of helping the emperor organize the memorials. Suddenly he opened a memorial. The note saying "nonsense" on it was a bit dazzling. When he opened it, it turned out to be Han Du's memorial.
After hesitating for a moment, the old eunuch still presented the memorial to Zhu Yuanzhang intact.
"Your Majesty, here is a memorial from Han Du."
"Han Du?" Lao Zhu glanced sideways.
Without waiting for the old eunuch's answer, he continued to ask: "Where did he go after he left my place today?"
"Back to the emperor, we also went to the East Palace."
"Haha, you got a bad start from me, and you still know how to go to the prince's place. It seems that he is also very thoughtful. This is not like his old-fashioned father." Lao Zhu chuckled lightly.
"Hey, how did that old-fashioned Han De give birth to such a son?" Lao Zhu asked the old eunuch, and began to maliciously speculate that Han Du was not Han De's biological child.
The old eunuch said nothing. He had no interest in discussing with the emperor how someone else gave birth to a son. He couldn't give birth anyway, but Lao Zhu still wanted to discuss it with him. What was this?
If it weren't for the emperor in front of him, the old eunuch would have gone crazy a long time ago. Unfortunately, now he can only be careful, let alone angry.
Lao Zhu didn't expect the old eunuch to really discuss it with him. He just made a joke about Han Du.
"Bring it here."
The old eunuch quickly handed over the memorial with both hands.
Lao Zhu looked at the "nonsense" approval note affixed to the memorial and frowned. Do you think Han Du got into trouble with him today and wrote a nonsense memorial to comfort himself?
Dare you disgust me?
Lao Zhu grinned, but his exposed teeth reflected the cold light.
"If the whole article is full of nonsense, let's see how I deal with you." Thinking about it, Lao Zhu opened the memorial.
The old eunuch stood aside and suddenly felt as if he was being blown by a gust of cold wind. His back felt a little chilly, and he couldn't help but quietly step back and stand still.
Lao Zhu frowned even more when he saw the very awkward first sentence at the beginning. However, although he was a little dissatisfied with Han Du, in the spirit of a diligent old scalper, Lao Zhu still read it word for word.
If someone could see Lao Zhu's face, they would be able to find that Lao Zhu first sneered and then became solemn. Later, I started to think deeply, and even the speed of reading the memorial began to slow down unconsciously, as if I was afraid of missing a word, or misunderstanding the meaning of a word.
Later, the more Lao Zhu read, the more surprised he became. When he finished reading it all, Lao Zhu just looked up to the sky and sighed, unable to recover for a long time.
The old eunuch saw the changes in the emperor. He didn't understand why the emperor could handle the memorials of other ministers so smoothly and easily, but he always behaved differently every time he encountered Han Du's memorials?
"Go and summon the prince." What did Han Du talk to the prince today? How could he get such a memorial?
"According to the order."
After Lao Zhu made the decree, while sitting on the dragon throne, he gradually felt an irritability rising in his heart, which made him upset. Instead of continuing to review the memorial, he stood up from the dragon chair, holding Han Du's memorial in his hand, and walked back and forth with his hands behind his back.
"Isn't the prince here yet? Go ahead and urge him."
"Yes, old slave, go right away." Although the old eunuch agreed, the more he walked toward the outside of the palace, the more surprised he became.
The emperor knew how far the East Palace was from Fengtian Hall. Even if he wanted to summon the prince before, he had never seen the emperor urging him so much.
What on earth did Han Du, this piece of shit, write to the emperor? The emperor is so impatient that he is not willing to wait even a moment longer?
As someone who serves Zhu Yuanzhang, what the old eunuch hopes most is that everything will be safe and sound, so that he will be the safest. A memorial like this from Han Du could stir up the emperor's emotions, which was what he hated the most. Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, because if one person is not good enough, he may be killed.
The prince was tall and fat, and he finally arrived out of breath. He picked up the tea cup and took a big sip.
"Dad, why is it so urgent? Is Meng Yuan a traitor?"
"Let me ask you, why did Han Du come to see you today?" Lao Zhu asked directly without saying anything.
Not Meng Yuan Kou Bian? It's Han Du, what happened to him?
"Han Du went to the East Palace to see his son today because of the construction of the road." Although he didn't understand why his father asked this, Zhu Biao still answered truthfully.
"That's not it. We know about him building roads. We are asking about other things. Apart from this, did you talk about other things?"
other things? Of course this is true. Zhu Biao still doesn't quite understand what Han Du said.
"some."
Really? Lao Zhu's eyes lit up, he dismissed everyone with a gesture, and asked eagerly, "What did you say? Tell us quickly."
What Han Du said was so confusing that it would be a good idea to tell his father about it, maybe it would help him understand it.
Therefore, Zhu Biao explained Han Du's differences between individuals and countries about money.
Strangely enough, with Zhu Biao's eloquent talk, the originally anxious Lao Zhu slowly began to calm down and sat back on the dragon chair.
"That's basically it. Why does dad ask this?" Zhu Biao was a little curious.
"What are you doing?" Lao Zhu sighed and threw the memorial in his hand on the imperial desk. "You can see for yourself."
Zhu Biao stood up, picked up the memorial with both hands, and stood beside Lao Zhu and started reading.
When he saw the "nonsense" approval note, Zhu Biao also frowned. Based on his father's reaction just now, he had already guessed that this memorial was probably written by Han Du.
As he read word by word, it took Zhu Biao a long time to finish reading the memorial. Suddenly he felt his mouth was dry, so he picked up the teacup again and drank it all.
"Have you finished reading? What do you think?" Lao Zhu asked in a relaxed tone.
When Zhu Biao heard this, he smiled bitterly, licked his lips a few times, and finally answered, "My son is so bold, how can I say that he is just talking in a small way?"
"Small words of great significance?" Lao Zhu was a little curious and asked uncertainly, "Do you think Han Du's memorial can be compared with the words of the saint?"
Zhu Biao felt a bit bitter in his mouth and sighed, "Other than that, I really can't think of any words to describe it. It's not even worthy of carrying its shoes, no matter how beautiful the flowers are." The memorial in Yang's hand.
Lao Zhu nodded to express his understanding, "But isn't this a little too much? He is only eighteen years old. What's more, even if it is a saint's humble words and great righteousness, it is also the summary of a saint's life. Is there anyone who can be 18 years old and say nothing but great righteousness?"
Zhu Biao sighed, not knowing what to say. It is said that Han Du is a genius. The contents of this memorial and its high intentions cannot be explained by a genius.
Say Han Du is a monster? Oh, no, monsters now use curse words, not like this.
