"I have said that in my opinion, honest and corrupt officials in this world are rare, but even rare ones cannot be completely eliminated." Han Du comforted Zhu Biao, "It is impossible for Your Highness to completely eliminate corruption. Yes, but His Highness can win over most people who might otherwise not want to be greedy and give them a slightly more prosperous life."
Zhu Biao became happy after hearing this and asked, "You also think that my father's method of killing corrupt officials is wrong, don't you?"
Han Du's tone suddenly became astringent when he heard this, and he paused before saying: "Your Highness, Dayu used practical actions to tell us thousands of years ago that even in the face of savage floods, blocking blindly is not as effective as dredging. Your Majesty The thunderous method still has a huge deterrent effect in deterring corrupt officials. But everyone in the world walks on two legs, because in this way they can walk faster and more steadily. Therefore, I thought that in the matter of controlling corruption, You must have the Emperor's thunderous methods, but also His Highness's benevolent heart."
"Walking on two legs?" Zhu Biao pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head and nodded with a smile, and said, "I understand."
Just understand, Han Du nodded. Lao Zhu's blindly high-pressure posture is not advisable, but Zhu Biao's uncontrolled kindness is also wrong. Only by having thunderbolt means and a bodhisattva heart can we solve this matter in the most appropriate way.
Didn’t Taizu say, what is politics? Politics means having many friends and few enemies. As long as Zhu Biao pulls as many officials as possible into the non-corrupt ranks, corrupt officials will naturally have no way to hide.
"If His Highness can do it, he will definitely be a sage of the Ming Dynasty in the future." Han Du complimented Zhu Biao with a smile.
After hearing this, Zhu Biao didn't have any feelings for the Holy Lord. He just sighed and said: "As for the Holy Lord, you should do the things in front of you first."
Han Du smiled and followed Zhu Biao without saying anything more.
In accordance with Zhu Biao's order, the imperial edict was sent to all the government envoys in the world at a 800-mile speed. Guo Huan's case involves more than just a few government envoys. Twelve of the fourteen provinces in the next capital will be involved tomorrow. There are many officials, big and small, as well as their tribesmen from all over the country, and they want to bring them all together.
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Sending them all to Luzon is not a simple matter.
At this moment, perhaps the court has been operating most efficiently since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. All the ministries of the imperial court, the chief envoys, and the government and county offices were all fighting for the lives of these people.
One after another, the people involved in Guo Huan's case were gathered together and escorted to the capital.
There is no way to send hundreds of thousands of people to Luzon. Now only the Ming Dynasty Navy can do it, and the largest fleet of the Ming Dynasty Navy is guarding the Gyeonggi area.
On the huge lucky boat, children who had never seen a tall lucky boat ran excitedly on the deck. They had enough reasons to be excited. Although they were still ignorant and didn't know what life was and what death was, they could still feel the difference in their parents' faces. A few days ago, they could feel a sense of despair from their parents' faces, but now they can clearly feel a sense of hope.
Hope! Having hope is enough for them to be happy, enough for them to have fun on this big ship that they have never seen before.
Guo Huan's daughter-in-law, Mrs. Cheng, looked at the children running around, and a smile couldn't help but appear on her miserable face. What she experienced these days almost became a nightmare that she would never get out of. When the father-in-law Dong Chuang incident happened, the originally beautiful and prosperous home fell from the sky to eighteen levels of hell in an instant. The news of the annihilation of the nine tribes made her despair reach the extreme. She herself was not afraid of death, but she was unwilling to let her child go to hell with her when she was still so young.
Then the order from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince arrived, and the result of the family's exile in Luzon did not make her feel the slightest fear, but instead made her feel lucky. Her child was finally able to survive and live well in this world.
When her husband, Guo Huan's eldest son saw it, he walked up to her and gently put his arm around her shoulders and said, "I have inquired about it. Luzon is not a barbaric place. I heard that Marquis Shunshan is now in the country." Sit in Luzon. Even if we go, we won’t be bullied by others. It’s just a bit of a hardship for you to leave your hometown.”
"Master, don't say that. As long as you and your children are there, it's home." Mrs. Cheng in turn comforted her husband.
At this time, Mr. Cheng, also Cheng’s father, came over and said
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He said: "I'm lucky to be alive, so don't make a sad face."
"But father-in-law~" Mrs. Cheng wanted to speak.
After hearing this, Mr. Cheng shook his head and said: "No one can save him. If he can survive, then there will be no more kings in this world. If we can survive, we must all be grateful for the kindness of His Highness the Crown Prince."
"My daughter understands." Mrs. Cheng listened and nodded with tears in her eyes, "I dare not forget His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's kindness." After saying that, she looked up at the children who were having fun and said, "My daughter will teach them, and they will also I won’t forget.”
"Just understand," Mr. Cheng nodded happily and said, "Just be happy if you understand. Isn't it worth being happy that we escaped death?"
"Master Taishan, although we survived, being exiled to Luzon to farm is not a happy thing." Cheng's husband said with a wry smile.
"What's wrong with farming?" Mr. Cheng curled his lips, "Don't forget, I made a fortune by farming and became a wealthy businessman. Doesn't the emperor just want me to farm? Then I Just go and farm for the Ming Dynasty while you can still farm."
After hearing this, the couple could only sigh helplessly.
Perhaps, only people of Mr. Cheng's age know how to take things as they come. Which young person does not admire the colorful world? Who would be willing to go to the wild lands overseas? It's just that I have to go now in order to survive.
Lao Zhu's illness lasted for a long time, and it lasted for more than a month. It was not until the navy sent all the sinners away that he finally recovered.
However, Lao Zhu was living a good life during this period.
In order to thank Lao Zhu for letting those criminals go, Zhu Biao worked hard to deal with the government affairs. He also showed all the memorials he had handled to Lao Zhu for review, and humbly accepted Lao Zhu's advice.
Father is kind, son is filial, family happiness is nothing more than this.
Uncharacteristically, the officials also began to put forward various feasible suggestions in the memorials, instead of leaving them all to the emperor to deal with as before.
The government of the Ming Dynasty actually ran more efficiently and harmoniously than before under the helm of Zhu Biao, the supervising prince.
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