Fusu's remarks were like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, causing silence in Tingwei's mansion.
Hu Mujing's original intention was to let Fusu participate in political discussions, but he didn't expect it to end up like this, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Fortunately, Yao Jia stood up in time and reminded Fusu: "What the eldest son said is wrong. People say that Confucianism is pedantic, but I don't think so."
"Confucians are pedantic because they respect etiquette in everything, such as eating, sleeping, entertaining guests, making friends and other small things. But when it comes to politics, Confucians are never pedantic, and we cannot treat them as literati!"
"Think about Confucius killing Shaozhengmao and Mencius scolding Mozi. Are you pedantic? Don't be pedantic! Even the vassal system advocated by Confucianism also wants to treat the remnants of the Six Kingdoms as eagles and dogs. To say that it is pedantic, I am afraid that we are the only ones waiting for the tiger and wolf Qin. !」
"When Ting Wei said this, he was belittling himself!"
Fusu naturally heard what Yao Jia meant when he said he was pedantic, and couldn't help but said coldly: "Confucianism has developed over hundreds of years. Even though it has been passed down for nine generations, each generation has become weaker and weaker. To this day, not even a single great Confucian can stand alone." If you don't have any, how can you influence the state affairs? When Zuo Tingwei said this, could it be that he was "deposing hundreds of schools of thought, only respecting Confucianism, and there are still complaints, and he wants to get rid of Confucianism and then hurry up?"
"What the eldest son said makes no sense!"
Feng Jie couldn't help it anymore: "Gongzi Hao proposed to 'depose all schools of thought and respect Confucianism alone' because he wanted to give Confucianism a chance to play its role in governing the people. After all, there are indeed problems with legalism in governing the people, but that is not to say , we deliberately target Confucianism, if Confucianism does not make mistakes, we will not enforce the law impartially!"
"That's nonsense!"
Feng Quji said angrily: "As ministers who govern the country, how can we govern the country with personal grudges!"
"Okay, okay, stop talking. The eldest son must be tired. Let's take a rest!"
Seeing that the Feng family and his son were getting more and more excited as they talked, Li Si quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.
Fusu didn't appreciate it, and still said tit for tat: "After all the ministers have said, they all seem to think that Confucian people deserve to die. Is it because they are afraid of the majesty of my father and dare not speak out honestly?"
"My eldest son, what you said is wrong!"
Li Si suddenly stopped smiling, cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty is wise and decisive, and has insight into everything. He has been in power for more than thirty years and has never killed anyone by mistake. Only in this way can we unify the six countries and establish unparalleled achievements. If we are afraid of the emperor, Even if we are majestic people, the emperor will not reuse us. The eldest son wants us to persuade the emperor to violate the law, so forgive me for not being able to obey!"
Hearing this, Fusu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Li Tingwei means that the murder of Confucian scholars cannot be changed?"
"That's the way it is!"
"Okay, then Fusu bids farewell!"
"Elder Master, please wait!"
Li Si saw that Fu Su was leaving as soon as he said so, and quickly stepped forward to comfort him: "Although your Majesty has not explicitly established a prince, the eldest son has the real status of being a heir, and is the pillar of the country. I hope the eldest son will listen to the old minister's advice, study the ways of Korean merchants more carefully, and stay away from the country." Confucians who mess with the law must not act on their own whim..."
"knew."
Fusu said coldly and left Tingwei's mansion.
Li Si and others looked at his leaving figure and couldn't help but look at each other.
A feeling of worry about the future of the empire suddenly enveloped their hearts.
As Li Si said, Fusu is the de facto crown prince, and now he has differences with the ministers of state affairs, which has far-reaching consequences. ….
After a moment of silence, Li Si sighed, looked around at the ministers and said, "I think this matter is not trivial and should be reported to Your Majesty in time. What do you think?"
"this...."
The ministers looked at each other and finally nodded in unison.
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the other side.
The First Emperor was taking Meng Yi to relax in Shanglin Garden.
Due to the sudden collapse of the Xin Palace, the construction of the Afang Palace originally planned was also forced to stop.
Now the palace is quiet, there is no sound of knocking, only the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
"Is Your Majesty still angry about the eldest son?"
Meng Yi walked with Ying Zheng and remained silent until Ying Zheng stopped.
He asked Ying Zheng cautiously.
Ying Zheng turned to look at him and said with a smile, "Did that kid tell you something?"
"Back to Your Majesty, Young Master Hao has a very close relationship with the eldest son, otherwise he would not worry about the eldest son's safety despite his busy schedule."
"Ah!"
Ying Zheng chuckled and said with a smile: "What a deep feeling, he is just afraid that he will lose a backer who can just wait until death!"
"this...."
Meng Yi was speechless and didn't know how to answer the question.
Ying Zheng glanced at him, then clasped his hands behind his back and said, "Do you think Fusu can take on such a big responsibility?"
"The eldest son is getting involved in political affairs for the first time. Although there are shortcomings, it is a good thing that he can have his own opinions!"
"What a fart!"
Ying Zheng snorted coldly and said with some dissatisfaction: "They say that our country, Great Qin, is a country of tigers and wolves, a country of barbarians. Why is there a son of a bitch in this den of tigers and wolves of barbarians? Do you think Qin Zheng is good at playing single strings?"
"hehe."
Meng Yi smiled secretly.
Because only close officials of the First Emperor like him and Zhao Gao knew that if the First Emperor could scold someone, it meant that the First Emperor would not care about the person being scolded.
Regarding Fusu, the First Emperor only had the anger to hate that iron could not become steel, and it would be fine if he cursed him.
After the First Emperor finished cursing and his anger had subsided, Meng Yi stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, when I went to see Young Master Hao before, I heard that Young Master Hao was making paper. Do you want to go and take a look?"
"Well....."
Ying Zheng thought for a while, waved his hand and said: "Although that boy is naughty, he knows a lot. I just happened to have something to ask him. It's better to choose a different day than to hit it. Let's go now!"
"promise."
Meng Yi agreed and immediately ordered people to prepare the carriage.
He knew that if he wanted to completely soothe the First Emperor's mood, he would have to rely on Zhao Hao.
After all, everyone in the palace knows that the Thirteenth Prince is the source of His Majesty's happiness.
Although His Majesty did not expressly favor the Thirteenth Prince, as long as one is not blind, one can notice the difference in His Majesty's treatment of the Thirteenth Prince.
Soon, the two got on the carriage and rushed towards the workshop in the west of the city.
The carriage drove slowly, and not long after, it arrived outside the workshop door.
As soon as he stepped off the carriage, Ying Zheng saw the thick water vapor filling the air and couldn't help but frown slightly.
He knew that papermaking was going on in this workshop.
Regarding paper, he heard Zhao Hao describe it. It was that kind of magical thing that was white, soft, and could be written on.
However, he did not expect that the white and soft thing would come from such a smoky place.
If Zhao Hao could succeed in making paper, he would feel like he could emerge from the mud without getting stained.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Ying Zheng's lips. ….
Meng Yi secretly thought that indeed, only Young Master Hao could soothe His Majesty's mood.
At this time, Zhang Cang hurriedly came over and saluted Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, Zhang Cang, pays homage to you!"
"Young Master Zhang, no need to be polite, just take me in and have a look!" Ying Zheng smiled and waved his hand.
"promise."
Zhang Cang bowed to accept the order, and at the same time he was wondering, how could His Majesty come to such a place?
But soon, the answer was revealed.
I saw Zhao Hao running up to Ying Zheng and saying with a face full of self-blame: "I didn't know that my father was coming, and I missed you from a distance. Please forgive me!"
This brat is obviously lazy and doesn't want to run an extra distance, so he's still pretending!
Ying Zheng felt a little funny in his heart, but he said generously: "My son is working hard on making paper, so there is no need to stick to trivial matters!"
"Thank you for your understanding, Father!"
Zhao Hao saluted respectfully and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Ying Zheng glanced at him and said, "Father, I have no other reason to come this time. I just want to see what papermaking is like!"
"This is not difficult, let me introduce it to my father personally!"
Zhao Hao nodded towards Zhang Cang and Meng Yi, and the two retreated knowingly.
Wait for the two of them to leave
After driving, Ying Zhengcai smiled and teased Zhao Hao: "Look at the people around you, and then look at you. You are dressed so cleanly. Are there any people doing things like you?"
"Father, I don't understand. If you take the lead, it's because the soldiers are incompetent. There are so many capable people under my subordinates. Naturally, I don't need to worry about them. I can just talk!" Zhao Hao said with a playful smile.
"If you don't talk, my father hasn't noticed it yet. Look at the minced meat in the corner of your mouth!"
Ying Zheng raised his finger and pointed at Zhao Hao, and said somewhat dumbfounded: "Are you going to eat and drink here again and leave everything to others?"
"Oh, didn't my father say that no matter how small it is, even if I'm the boss, this piece of paper will be made for you!"
"Just tell me, you are impatient now, your skin is itchy again, isn't it?"
"No way!"
Zhao Hao smiled.
Ying Zheng glanced at him, not bothering to think about it, and asked: "What step are you at now?"
"The second process has been prepared."
Zhao Hao pointed to the pool not far away and said: "The pulping will begin soon. When the pulping is completed, there will be two major processes. I guess there will be no problem."
"Will it succeed?"
"I can't say for sure."
Zhao Hao shrugged and said, "I am confident myself, but failure is okay. After all, the general direction is right. After failure, you can succeed by finding out the reasons."
"That makes sense."
Ying Zheng nodded thoughtfully: "If this paper is as you said, cheaper and easier to write on than bamboo slips, it will be worth the extra time. After all, it will benefit the country and the people!"
"Father, don't think like that!"
"Um?"
"What I mean is that even if this paper is made, it is still a profitable business and cannot be provided to the world for free! To benefit the country and the people, it must be profitable!" Zhao Hao said.
"profitable?"
Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Zhao Hao with amusement: "Didn't my son say that using paper would make the world more affordable to read, and make my father a saint? Now that rare things can live in it, doesn't that violate the original intention?"
"how can that be possible!"
Zhao Hao winked and said: "Father, think about it, paper is a consumable product. As long as we keep producing, people will keep buying it. How can I kill the goose and get the eggs? People can't afford paper. After all, My son is also a visionary."
"What do you mean, do you want to do business in the palace?"
"May I?"
"What do you think?" Ying Zheng asked with a half-smile.
Zhao Hao twitched the corner of his mouth and said helplessly: "My son is still young, everything is decided by my father!"
"You're a smart kid!"
Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand and said, "Tell me what you think, and I'll think about it again!"
"Um....."
Zhao Hao pondered for a moment and said: "Actually, before making paper, I was thinking that the industry of our young master is too monotonous. We don't have much money to collect mountain and river land taxes, so we might as well get some pillar industries!"
"What pillar industry?"
Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Hao doubtfully.
He knew that his son might have some wild ideas again.
But Zhao Hao explained with a smile: "Father, think about it, what is the Young Mansion? Isn't the Young Mansion just the money bag of our royal family! What is the name of the business we do? State-owned management!"
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