"Shang Jun Shu: Gengfa": Now I want to change the law to govern, and to teach the people more etiquette, for fear that the world will criticize me.
When the reform was difficult, Qin's Wei Marting was in power for ten years, and the people of Qin said that if the Tao does not scavenge, there will be no thieves in the mountains, and the family will have enough people. The people are brave in public battles and timid in private fights, and the countryside is well governed.
However, if there are many noble relatives in the clan who are resentful, they will receive a bad reputation in the Qin Dynasty. After Duke Xiao died and Duke Hui ascended the throne, Prince Qian and others reported that Shang Yang "wanted to rebel" and were killed by Qin soldiers in Tong.
With the ability of Lord Shang and the trust of Duke Xiao, the powerful Qin Dynasty still died at the time of great rule.
The territory of Daxia is ten times that of Qin, and the clan, nobles, scholars, and gentry are even a hundred times larger. Who can be the merchant king of Daxia? Who dares to be the Shangjun of Daxia?
"The most clear principles in the world are inevitable, such as the immutable laws of China today."
Jia Cong hesitated, or he was timid and unwilling!
Daxia is now at a time when its prosperity has turned into decline. Perhaps it will be revived under the guidance of the current emperor, but if it does not change its laws to survive, Daxia will still not be able to escape the fate of decline a hundred years later.
Land annexation is the biggest fetter. When there are so many people in the Central Plains that they can no longer survive by digging on the land, it is the time when dynasties rise and fall.
Thousands of innocent people will die in the fire. Become the nutrients of this land and nourish new people again.
The cycle goes on and on, until someone dares to stand up and truly make the world work for everyone!
"Brother Cong, there is still time!"
Xu Jin took the wine pot off the stove and began to pour himself a drink.
He was not as impatient as Jia Cong, and said slowly: "This time, it would be a good idea to borrow the hands of a saint and cut off a finger, see their reaction, and then make plans. At least, the saint can suppress it!"
Jia Cong nodded and replied: "That's right, the saint can hold it down, so we might as well take this opportunity to see how many people can't help but take action and how powerful they can be."
Just as he was talking, there was a sound outside the prison.
A moment later, Cao Jiugong was seen walking over carrying a food box. After seeing the food and wine on the table, he burst into laughter and said, "It's true that someone came late, so you little fat guy got the first step!"
Jia Cong stood up and clasped his fists: "Cao Dudu is here to visit the teacher too?"
Cao Jiugong picked up the food box in his hand and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is worried that Mr. Qingteng doesn't have enough wine, so he asked me to bring wine and food. It's best to get some poems back!"
"The relationship is so good, my little disciple brought me a small pot, which is not enough to soothe my throat. If you are a glutton for wine, if you don't write a few crooked poems, wouldn't you be regretting your majesty's favor?"
Xu Jin raised his hand and invited Cao Jiugong to sit down. The food and wine in the food box were intoxicating. With the warmth of the stove, the three of them finally lay drunk in the imperial prison.
After receiving the secret report from Long Jinwei, Liu Heng shook his head and ordered him to send Jia Cong and Cao Jiugong to their respective homes. Then he drove to the imperial prison, pushed left and right, and sat opposite Xu Jin, who seemed drunk but not drunk.
The smell of wine was still lingering in the prison. Xu Jin's face was slightly flushed and he said with a smile, "I am not Kong Ming, so I can't be a good match for Longzhong."
Liu Heng shook his head and said: "I am not Liu Xuande, nor is Daxia the Later Han Dynasty."
Xu Jin made tea again, handed a new cup of tea to the emperor and said, "Can you please tell me about Daxia's problem?"
Liu Heng took the tea cup, tasted the fragrance of the tea, and replied leisurely: "I am all ears!"
Xu Jin classified the tea cups and wine glasses on the table into three piles. ….
"I have three things to say. The first is that foreign troubles will never end in the past dynasties. If there are no internal worries about military attacks, and there are no natural or man-made disasters coming at the same time, the military power of Zhaowu can suppress foreign troubles for ten years. Secondly, if there are internal worries, when the soldiers come, they will block the water and cover up the soil. To provide disaster relief, destroy the invaders whenever they happen. There are precedents in all dynasties. Dealing with it carefully can ensure the stability of the country for a hundred years. Third..."
When Xu Jin said this, his expression was no longer relaxed than before, but instead extremely serious.
"Third, I have read all the history books. After three hundred years of dynasty, war is bound to come, and our dynasty is also inevitable. Your Majesty, there has never been such a foundation for eternity, so why?"
Liu Heng subconsciously replied: "At the end of the dynasty, when a foolish king is in power and female gangsters are rampant, how can it not be destroyed?"
"Yes or no!"
Xu Jin shook his head and replied: "In the dynasty, the population has been depleted after wars, and the imperial court divided the land into fiefs.
If the land is cultivated, the whole family can live. After two generations, unless a faint king is in power, he will usher in a prosperous age. In the prosperous times, families with noble clans, hundreds of officials, and wealthy gentry will surely look for opportunities to annex land. At that time, the poor got poorer and the rich got richer. After three generations, to the extreme, 30% of the land can support 80% of the people? "
Liu Heng's back has begun to feel cold. Today, Jia Cong, the great emperor, just said in the Fengtian Palace that nearly 70% of the fields in Wanping County have been annexed by wealthy families in the capital.
Can the remaining 30% feed the tens of thousands of people in Wanping County?
"Will relatives, nobles, and wealthy gentry's families pay taxes to the court? If taxes are lost, how can we get food and money for disaster relief?"
"In the future, there will be natural and man-made disasters, such as drought, floods, and heavy snowfall. What will the people who cannot survive do?"
Rise up!
Maybe in a few decades, Daxia will be full of wars, and the people who can't survive will rush into the Forbidden City with swords and hang the emperor of Daxia on the crooked neck tree!
"Your Majesty, the Great Xia Dynasty is at its peak at this time. What will happen after the Zhaoyuan Dynasty depends on your Majesty's thoughts!"
After Xu Jin finished saying this, he continued his great work of making tea, leaving the emperor to stare blankly at the jumping flames.
Crack, crackle...
As the charcoal burned, there were occasional crackling sounds, which were particularly clear in the silent cell.
After a long time, Liu Heng finally turned around and asked, "What should I do?"
Xu Jin shook his head and replied: "Your Majesty should not ask the minister, and I only know what I should do. No one knows what your Majesty wants to do except yourself."
Liu Heng asked again: "What does Mr. Qingteng plan to do?"
Xu Jin raised the tea cup in his hand, raised it towards the emperor, and said respectfully: "I intend to try it first to see if the Lord Shang of Daxia will also be torn apart by a chariot..."
Liu Heng was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and raised the tea cup in front of him, and replied: "Then let's see if I will be the Duke of Filial Piety or the Duke of Hui."
"Your Majesty, you'd better be a filial piety, I'm afraid of pain!"
Ha ha ha ha……
The monarch and his ministers looked at each other and laughed.
…
The matter of returning the money owed to the Ministry of Household Affairs made the Ningrong Jia family almost become a holiday rat in the eyes of the noble family in the capital. However, in the eyes of the people, the Jia family's reputation seemed to have suddenly improved a lot.
If the Ministry of Revenue has no money, what can it do to provide disaster relief? How can the disaster-stricken people survive without food?
Look at Mr. Jia, the man with the cat tattooed on his chest. He not only fought for us people against the nobles of the Manchu Dynasty, but also took the initiative to return the money he owed me, and even got beaten for it. What a good man! ….
Jia Cong was indeed beaten, but the reason for the beating was not because of paying back the money. The main reason is that he drank in the imperial prison yesterday, climbed up on the roof after returning home, and clamored for horses to ride in the desert and enter the sea to catch dragons, which caused no peace in the whole house.
I want you to drink like crazy! I want you to go to the house and uncover the tiles!
So Mr. Jia was slapped ten times by Mr. Pardon who gave him a headache!
"Brother Cong, you are now the Great Master Qingtian in the eyes of the people in the capital!"
Jia Cong was lying on the bed after being beaten. Daiyu was sorting out the manuscripts on the table and jokingly said: "Master Yumao, someone has sent the petition to Rongguo Mansion. Should you accept it or not?"
Jia Cong sighed: "If you don't answer the question, ask someone to put a piece of paper on the door. It says on it, "Cong is not the official who investigates the case. If you have any grievances, report them to the county or state government first. If the state government doesn't know, you can contact the state government." The Ministry of Punishment, the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and the Dali Temple ask for help. If you still don’t know anything, you can beat the drum!"
"What Brother Cong said is that if you are not in your position, you will not seek to govern. The rope on your royal cat is still in His Majesty's hand. How can the little cat catch the rat? It's not that you are a great cat, but behind the scenes. The rope holder will be your backer. If you want to really become the Royal Cat Qingtian, you must first study for the imperial examination."
Daiyu took down a book from the bookshelf and spread it out in front of Jia Cong. In Jia Cong's frightened eyes, he smiled and said: "Come, Sanlang, read with your sister. It is said that to govern a country, one must bring order to his family. His family cannot teach, but there is no one who can teach others. Therefore, a gentleman does not become a monk, but Establish a religion in the country."
Sister Lin, are you a devil teacher? my ass
It hurts, but you won’t let me go!
Crunch!
The door was pushed open, and Yingchun walked in holding Xiao Xichun.
"The people from the household department are here. They are counting the coins in the front hall right now...Brother Cong, you are stealing the fourth sister's snacks again!"
Xichun was lying on the bedside, grabbing a piece of snack to eat at Jia Cong. Unexpectedly, she was too slow to hide, and Jia Cong swallowed most of it in one go. At this moment, Xichun's little mouth dropped, and his bright eyes immediately became misty.
Jia Cong took out a small box of plum snowflake candies from the bedside, took out one and stuffed it into Xichun's mouth.
"sweet!"
The little girl, whose eyes were misty at first, immediately beamed with joy and giggled: "Candy, sweet!"
Jia Cong handed the entire box to Xichun, patted her bun and said, "Hide it well and don't let Brother Bao see it. Be careful not to be deceived by him!"
"Speaking ill of Baoyu again..."
Daiyu lightly slapped the back of Jia Cong's hand, then brought Xichun forward. While playing with her little sister, she asked about the situation in the front hall of Yingchun.
"Second sister, did the household department mention how to repay the remaining money?"
Yingchun was about to answer when she heard Wang Xifeng's voice coming from outside.
"The Minister of Finance has already negotiated with the father-in-law. Apart from the one hundred thousand taels this time, the Ning and Rong mansions will pay back the money in five years depending on the harvest of the year."
Wang Xifeng brought Ping'er in with dissatisfaction on her face and complained: "On the contrary, several wives and wives came to the old lady and said something strange and weird, which made me so angry that I almost couldn't hold back the curse. Come!"
Yingchun asked worriedly: "My ancestors won't be angry with Daddy and Brother Cong, right?"
Daiyu smiled bitterly and said, "Grandma can't care about this. Grandma is worried enough about the Shi family!"
"Yes, I don't know what the two princes of the Shi family are thinking. Sister Yun is a noble daughter of a noble family, but she is forced to do needlework in exchange for money. Can sister Yun's needlework be touched by a foreign man? Hou Men Where is the decency!"
Wang Xifeng spat lightly and said disdainfully: "Sister Yun's parents left her a very large dowry. Just open a box and it will be enough to support Sister Yun when she grows up. Why do you need to sell needlework to make money?"
Jia Cong, who was drunk yesterday, probably understood that it was the Xiangyun incident that gave the old lady a headache. Sure enough, the Shi family made trouble again. This time they asked Xiangyun to make needlework and exchange it for money?
A noble lady from a noble family has to sell needlework in exchange for money? Is Xiangyun’s reputation gone? Don’t you want the dignity of a noble family?
Jia Cong, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked: "Is it just Sister Yun who is like this, or is it the same for Xianglan and Xiangxue?"
Wang Xifeng sneered and said, "Brother Cong is smarter. That's what I asked at the beginning. How could Mrs. Shi Hou be accused of treating her niece harshly? People say that Xianglan and Xiangxue should have been with the eldest sister, but Xianglan , Xiangxue's needlework is not good, so she can only plant flowers at home, and use them to exchange for money when they grow. After all, the Shi family has to do its best to repay the money owed to the Ministry of Revenue, so they can only cut back on income and expenditure! "
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