Chapter 5: Fifty big boards each
Zhu Yuanzhang did not look at Yang Zhen at all, but just motioned to the eunuchs to carry Yang Zhen out and said: "Song Qing, you are an old minister. I have always been very satisfied with you, but He Xi is right, a teacher cannot rely solely on severity. You also need to have a benevolent heart as a parent. Otherwise, how can you educate your children?"
"Yang Zhen is frivolous and deserves to be punished. How can he kill someone for a trivial matter?"
Song Ne felt ten thousand dissatisfied in his heart.
In modern terms, Song Ne is a fanatic believer in Confucianism. There is no room for anyone to say that Confucianism is bad. Not to mention slandering Confucius and Mencius. Of course he couldn't tolerate it. This is also related to the current era. Confucianism suffered a major blow in the Yuan Dynasty. In fact, it took several decades at the end of the Yuan Dynasty to regain some of its vitality.
In Song Ne's view, today is a critical period for the survival of sacred learning, especially the emperor's vague attitude. He was even more anxious. The more anxious you are, the less you allow anyone to disobey.
It's just that he is unconvinced in his heart, and he doesn't dare to talk nonsense in front of Zhu Yuanzhang at this moment. He could only say: "I know I was wrong."
"And you." Zhu Yuanzhang reprimanded: "I asked you to go there to gain experience. Your butt is not yet warm. You interfered with the affairs of the Imperial College without permission. You disrespect your superior, so why don't you apologize to Song Qing quickly?"
He Xi already knew what Zhu Yuanzhang meant when he punished Yang Zhen.
It's nothing more than playing fifty cards each and fooling around.
He Xi was quite satisfied with this result. At least Yang Zhen's life was saved.
He Xi immediately said: "I know I was wrong." He Xi then turned around, saluted Song Ne and said: "This official is young and energetic, and he is motivated. I offend you, please forgive me."
In Song Ne's heart. It's like eating a fly. But the dignity that should be there is still there. His face was cold and he said: "It doesn't matter." Then he saluted Zhu Yuanzhang and said: "Your Majesty, He Xi is a young and talented man working in the Ministry of Works. I also know it. It's just that he is not suitable for the Imperial College. The Imperial College is all well-educated people. Which one is not a man of learning and wealth? Although He Xi's poem "Linjiang Immortal" is good, it is a small way. Talents of Qiji cannot be used in the sea. I think it is better to let Mr. He have another appointment. This is good for Mr. He and the Imperial College. "
"Your Majesty, please give me a clear warning."
Zhu Yuanzhang said: "That's right. Master Song is a well-known teacher in the world. I also made it clear that I must cultivate this child He Xi well. Please give Master Song a few words."
Song Ne said: "But-----"
Song Ne would never tolerate He Xi.
He Xi was arrogant and domineering, but he didn't care. Anyway, he taught the noble disciples a lesson and broke several rulers. There are many nobles and nobles, no matter how they hang out outside, but in front of Song Ne, they are like a mouse meeting a cat, and they dare not act presumptuously.
These noble children are arrogant and domineering, and they are the real young and frivolous people. If you teach him a lesson, he can recover.
But who is He Xi?
Is there many chickens in the neighbor's house? How could a beggar ever have two wives? There was still Emperor Zhou at that time, so why were they talking about Wei Qi? Anyone who can write such limericks has a bad heart. There is no cure, so Shaozhengmao must be punished.
It's just because of his status that he can't be killed.
He must also be taken to the Imperial College. He cannot be allowed to live in an endless stream of poison in the Imperial College.
But Zhu Yuanzhang didn't allow Song Ne to speak at all. He raised his hand and said: "Okay. That's it." Although he didn't say it clearly, his body language already showed: You kneel down.
Song Ne naturally understood that he seemed to be frozen for a while. It took a while before he said, "I'm resigning."
When He Xi saw Song Ne like this, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, a bit mockingly.
Seeing this, Zhu Yuanzhang waited for Song Ne to exit and said, "There is still you, so why bother? Is this how you do things?"
He Xi was not very used to the word "wanzhi". It took Wei Wei a moment to react. He immediately said: "I know my mistake."
Zhu Yuanzhang said with a cold face: "What's wrong? Where is the mistake?"
He Xi said: "When I arrived at the Imperial College, I should have kept a low profile and should not have been so public."
Zhu Yuanzhang said: "You know it too. Then why do you do this?"
He Xi said: "Yang Zhen also has a life."
He Xi's answer stunned Zhu Yuanzhang. To be honest, the number of lives that Zhu Yuanzhang had sketched out was not 100,000 but 80,000. A human life is not in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart. Just playing 50 big boards each was not because Zhu Yuanzhang had any sympathy for Yang Zhen. It was purely a quarrel between Song Ne and He Xi.
If it is beneficial to him, Zhu Yuanzhang will not hesitate to add countless lives.
It seemed that after years of fighting, Zhu Yuanzhang had already hardened his heart. He loves the people of Ming Dynasty, but he has no feelings for any specific person.
When He Xi saw that Zhu Yuanzhang was silent, he said: "Father, after six hundred years, our sons and ministers are just ordinary people, and their parents have never held official positions. I have actually seen many things. I ask for help every day, but I ask for help from the earth." When the earth is not working properly. Although I am not myself, I feel the same way."
"Some people in later generations have said that when you are in a high position, you should treat others as human beings. When you are in a low position, you should treat yourself as a human being."
"Yang Zhen has a life after all."
"There are so many such things. There are no ghosts who died unjustly in that temple. Put the overall situation first when doing things, and small impatience will mess up the big plans." Zhu Yuanzhang said.
He Xi said: "Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty, a hero of his generation, left his legacy to his descendants, which is nothing more than: Don't fail to do small good deeds, and don't do small evil deeds."
"You said I was wrong." Zhu Yuanzhang said coldly.
He Xi said: "I don't dare. It's just that in troubled times, there are rules in troubled times, and in governing the world, there are rules and regulations for governing the world. If you make a mistake in the former, you will lose everything. Naturally, you have to be cautious, but in the latter, you have more choices."
Zhu Yuanzhang thought secretly in his heart: "Maybe I am really wrong."
I don’t know, what. During this period of time, Zhu Yuanzhang always thought of the past.
Thinking back to the days when he did not join the rebel army before he was twenty-four years old, thinking back to the days when his parents died and the family could not even find a cemetery, and thinking back to the days when he was homeless and annoying. He is now in his fifties, and the days before the age of twenty-four accounted for a small half of his life.
He knows the bitterness at the bottom.
Especially the helpless feeling of being stepped on in a mud puddle. He knows it too.
Of course he knew that everything had to be solved by oneself, and it was useless to expect help from others, whether it was the so-called nobles or the gods and Buddhas. But sometimes he couldn't help but think about what it would have been like if someone had helped him.
"Hey." Zhu Yuanzhang thought to himself: "The older you get, the softer your heart becomes. You shouldn't."
Zhu Yuanzhang's thoughts only moved in his heart, and he said lightly: "What you said is like a Confucian scholar."
He Xi said: "Your Majesty, in fact, Confucianism has long penetrated into the blood of the people of the world. Now in order to develop productivity, it is certainly necessary to adjust Confucianism. But it is impossible to destroy Confucianism. I don't dare to think about it. Your Majesty also You can think of me as an outlier in the Confucian sect. I am still within the walls of the Confucian sect."
This is the conclusion He Xi came to during this period of time.
Yes, the Yuan Dynasty destroyed Confucianism, and the inheritance of Confucianism was greatly affected. Many schools of thought are no longer passed on by anyone, and can only be seen in the pile of old papers. However, from the Han Dynasty’s exclusive emphasis on Confucianism to the present day, Confucianism is almost equal to academics. The two are almost inseparable.
Unless He Xi can persuade Zhu Yuanzhang to learn from Qin Shihuang and burn books to entrap Confucianism, it will be difficult to shake the political status of Confucianism.
Zhu Yuanzhang said: "You finally understand the meaning of why I asked you to go to the Imperial College."
He Xi said, "My son is stupid, so I'd better ask my father for advice."
Zhu Yuanzhang said: "The general trend of the world is vast. If you follow it, you will prosper, and if you go against it, you will perish. These words are so right. I think I was just an ordinary beggar at the beginning, but in more than twenty years I have conquered the world. Isn't that just conforming to it? The general trend of the world. What is the general trend of the world? It is not the desire of the people to survive. The desire of the scholar-bureaucrats to put things in order. Only then did we have what we have today."
"It's just that now, the situation is different. You know, what's the difference?"
He Xi said: "Fifteen years after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the world was initially settled. In your Majesty's view, everything was in ruins waiting to be revitalized. However, the scholar-bureaucrats seemed to be at ease, and the honorable ministers all had the desire to follow the rules. As for the people, no matter what they want, they are You can’t go above the court.”
