The Ming Dynasty respected the old and loved the young.
Therefore, as the grandson of the emperor, Zhu Yunxi, accompanied by a nearly 100-year-old birthday star of the imperial dynasty, naturally went to the door in person with sufficient etiquette to answer the question.
The old man who didn't get a seat or a cup of tea obviously didn't understand that this was the respect and love shown to him by the emperor's grandson.
Even if the elderly have to move their legs and feet more, they cannot drink too much tea.
There was a hint of anger in my heart that I didn't understand.
This old man, whose family owns 8,000 acres of fertile land in Hangzhou Prefecture, and whose poems and books are passed down to the family. There are also several descendants of the imperial examination who have entered official positions, and the highest official rank has reached the head of the Ministry of Rites. He hummed twice.
"A gentleman does not discuss matters under the door wall."
Zhu Yunxi smiled, but then his face darkened again, and he looked at Xia Yuanji aside: "How do you do things? Seniors are here, why don't you welcome them into the elegant house early! You really don't understand any rules. The imperial court treats you so favorably. You guys are so ignorant of your duty when you give me honor!"
I have become the mulberry trees everywhere in Zhejiang Province!
Xia Yuanji silently cursed, but his face showed fear: "I am guilty."
With that said, at Zhu Yunxi's signal, he finally invited the old man into the elegant room next to the lobby.
Zhu Yunxi also followed behind.
When we arrived at the elegant house, a servant brought tea.
Zhu Yunxi held the tea, motionless as a mountain, raised the cup and sipped lightly, staring at the old man who had come from afar to continue to find trouble.
The old man waited and waited, but did not wait for his grandson to speak.
Finally he put down the finished teacup in his hand.
He sighed and said: "Great grandson, the old Qian family has been established in Zhejiang for hundreds of years. After the Song Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty, there have been many natural and man-made disasters, and peaceful days are not easy. Now the imperial court is providing relief to Zhejiang Road to alleviate the disaster, and the old man, his family and fellow villagers , I am deeply grateful.”
Zhu Yunxi smiled and finally put down the tea cup in his hand: "It is the duty of the imperial court to provide relief to local disasters. The imperial court not only wants to provide relief, but also to allow the local people to truly live a good life. Only in this way can It’s not in vain for people to follow my family.”
Old Man Qian's brows twitched slightly, his words were a bit of a stick, and he didn't give himself a chance to relax.
"My grandson is young, but he has unparalleled majesty. He removed a huge piece of rotten flesh for Zhejiang, and the people of Zhejiang are very grateful. But after quelling the turmoil, I wonder how my grandson will stabilize the people of Zhejiang and restore the past order?"
This was a test. After the test, the old man Qian continued to speak: "The most important thing now is to restore people's livelihood. If the grandson is interested, Qian can make friends with the neighbors. Each family can always contribute some money and food to the Zhejiang government. Used for post-disaster reconstruction.”
This is already an act of begging for mercy.
Xia Yuanji had been sitting quietly holding his tea cup, quietly observing the conversation in front of him.
After two rounds of conversations, Taisun had already exchanged words with the ancestor of the Qian family several times.
First, he used himself to criticize Sang and Huai, saying that the Qian family and the gentry did not understand the rules.
Later, the ancestor of the Qian family secretly stated that what the court wanted to do this time in Zhejiang was to provide disaster relief.
Taisun said that the court not only wanted to provide disaster relief, but also implemented reforms so that the people could live a better life.
At this time, Mr. Qian could only give the bottom line.
They can provide money and food to the government and the court.
The rest of the meaning is, of course, that they have no intention of going against the imperial court, but they are opposed to the reform, and they are willing to use money and food in exchange for not implementing the reform.
Obviously, it is impossible for Taisun to agree to such conditions.
Just like Xia Yuanji thought.
Zhu Yunxi suddenly chuckled at this time, and said under the puzzled gaze of the old man of the Qian family: "Speaking of which, I often hear people say that the common people are not satisfied. The Qian family and their old friends donated money and food to Zhejiang Road. People. If they can get it this year, can they still get it next year? If the people take this amount this year, they will probably get more next year. I wonder if the Qian family is willing to provide this money and food every year? "
The topic circled back to the relationship between officials and gentry.
Zhu Yunxi stared dimly at the centenarian in front of him.
When he said that the people were not satisfied, he was actually saying that the officials and gentry represented by the old man were not satisfied.
The officials and gentry wanted to buy it out all at once, but Zhu Yunxi wanted to do it every year.
The contradiction is irreconcilable.
Ming Dynasty has never had any precedent of compromising with others.
Zhu Yunxi thinks this habit is very good and has no intention of setting a precedent and compromising with others.
The face of the old man from the Qian family was a little sad, and there was still a trace of sullenness hidden under the weather-beaten wrinkles.
"My Healing Game"
"Anyone who has written poems for ten years can enter the imperial examination, and after dozens of years, a good person will be born. It is an ordinary thing for the people to be dissatisfied. We should use the power of education, such as diverting water to discharge floods, to teach the people how to be content. "
"Those who educate should be led by the disciples of the sages and sages of the world, and they should establish the country and the country for the imperial court."
"The children of saints and sages study hard while living in poverty. Every time they come from a poor family and are supported by the government, talented people will emerge in large numbers at every age, and the government will continue to recruit officials. If the scholars do not have enough food to eat and no clothing to cover their bodies, how can they read the books of the sages and how can they do anything? Traveled thousands of miles to Beijing to take the exam."
The old and trembling voice was filled with sighs and sighs, and gradually died down.
Under the words, Zhu Yunxi's face quietly turned cold.
He's threatening!
Under the threat that there will be no more scholars in the world tomorrow, I will stop myself from implementing the new tax policy.
"Han Xiaolian, Jin Jiupin, Tang clan officials, and Song Dynasty imperial examinations. The Ming Dynasty inherited the previous dynasty and restored the system of the Tang and Song Dynasties. But it is not the previous dynasty, and it is enough to open new exams."
After finishing speaking, Zhu Yunxi gently pinched the tea lid at hand with his fingers, and with a soft sound, the tea lid hit the mouth of the tea cup.
His words had been clear.
The world is not just for scholars.
Although the Ming Dynasty was orthodox in the Central Plains and inherited the system of the previous dynasty, it could also institute a new system.
The filial piety and incorruptibility of the Han Dynasty, the nobles of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the imperial examinations of the former Song Dynasty.
No one group has monopolized the court for thousands of years.
There were no scholars in the Ming Dynasty, but there were many others.
The old man of the Qian family's hands had begun to tremble. He had never heard anyone say such arrogant words.
Then, after a long time.
The old man of the Qian family let out a long sigh and said with emotion: "When my grandson laughs, it's probably because he is really old."
Zhu Yunxi stood up: "You walk slowly and let the young people see you off."
Xia Yuanji felt that he was just like a rolling pin today, rolling wherever his grandson needed him.
When he arrived outside the Yamen, he watched the old man of the Qian family get on the carriage, and then turned back to the Yamen.
On the carriage, the old man of the Qian family was already full of anger.
There were several other old men in the car.
Several people looked at the old man of the Qian family and sighed: "My grandson never agreed to our terms?"
"He wants me and others to provide money and food every year. How is this different from the officials and gentry who share the same family?" The old man of the Qian family vented his anger in a low voice.
Several people immediately lost their minds: "What should we do? This road is dead?"
The old man of the Qian family shook his head: "There is no way to go, it is a dead end. At present, the only option is Yingtian, the only option is to end this matter in the court!"
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"I want to go back to Beijing!"
In the yamen, Zhu Yunxi looked at Xia Yuanji who was rushing back and suddenly said something.
Xia Yuanji was immediately puzzled: "Your Highness is going back to Beijing?"
Zhu Yunxi nodded: "There is a second uncle in Zhejiang Road, and no one dares to talk to him. Tang Li leads the troops in Zhejiang, promotes land clearing, registers the total number of acres of land in Zhejiang Road, and counts the business, so you can proceed safely. "
"But the court..." Zhu Yunxi finally showed a trace of worry in his eyes, which Xia Yuanji had never seen before: "As for this matter, only if there is no chaos in the court, the world will not be in chaos!"
Xia Yuanji nodded and asked in a low voice: "When will His Highness return to Beijing?"
"Go back to Beijing immediately!"
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