Why are Jinyiwei, Beizhen Fusi, Tiqi and Tishuai with the power of detective work embarrassed?
Because from the beginning of its establishment, this yamen was the only external judicial department of the Ming Dynasty, and the external judicial department dealt with foreign ministers. To deal with ministers, the emperor's trust was needed.
The main reason for the decline of Tiqi was that the governor of Dongchang, who was also responsible for detective affairs, was closer to the emperor and gained more trust from the emperor.
The Beizhen Fusi Yamen led by Lu Bing had great power because of the emperor's trust. After the emperor told him to practice martial arts, Lu Bing wanted to select a few sparring partners to practice martial arts with his majesty and accompany him. This is The first step is trust.
But the emperor didn't open his mouth, and Tishuai Zhu Xixiao couldn't open his mouth casually, otherwise the emperor's martial arts training might not last long.
As the governor of Dongchang, Feng Bao would naturally strongly oppose it. If he united with foreign ministers to impeach him, the Duke of Chengguo would be implicated. Wu Xun and Tiqi were already in decline, and Zhu Xixiao did not want to cause trouble for himself.
But now that the emperor opened his mouth, Zhu Xixiao sensed an opportunity.
"Then find ten sword-wielding soldiers and military guards to come into the palace to train with you." Zhu Yijun gave the order. As for Empress Dowager Li, he would naturally make arrangements for her.
Zhu Xixiao was silent for a moment. He wanted to consider whether this was the only opportunity in his life to offend Feng Bao and restore the glory of Fusi Yamen in Beizhen. He was silent for a moment, bowed his head and said, "I obey the order."
When the young emperor shouted that he wanted to learn martial arts, he had already been tied up on a pirate ship. When Zhang Hong, the eunuch of the Qianqing Palace, took Tiqi to the Qing Palace, the Fusi Yamen of Beizhen offended Feng Bao, the ancestor of the palace.
Zhu Yijun said with a smile: "It's not difficult to enter the palace, but these guards with swords and honors have always been lazy. Don't enter the palace. They can't even compare with the Xiaohuangmen. They can't endure hardship, let alone the punishment. The Xiaohuangmen Don’t they sneer, those with handles are worse than those without handles, and those with seeds are worse than those without seeds?”
After Zhu Xixiao heard this, he gritted his teeth. He was angry!
The anger in his heart was immediately aroused, and his fists became hard!
What words, what words is this! We must let the little emperor open his eyes. Not all Ming Dynasty martial artists are cowards!
"Mother." Zhu Yijun, who is good at making fire, walked towards the Queen Mother.
When Zhu Yijun was practicing martial arts, Queen Mother Li kept an eye on him all the time, for fear that the little emperor might bump into him. Feng Bao was by his side and explained very clearly what happened in the Wenhua Hall in the morning, especially how lawless the Jin Party was. , and even tried to completely control the Beijing camp by promoting generals.
Under Feng Bao's words, the Jin Party became an existence that deserved to be cut into pieces.
Tan Lun, who was originally the Shangshu of the Ministry of War of the Jin Party, in Feng Bao's words, changed from a bold minister to a loyal minister who knew when he was lost, reined in his horses from the brink, and was loyal to the country.
People all speak from their own standpoint.
The positions of Queen Mother Li and Zhu Yijun are highly consistent. Queen Mother Li hopes that Zhu Yijun will become a talented person and successfully take over the Ming Dynasty, while Zhu Yijun hopes that the Ming Dynasty will revive and make the Ming Dynasty great again.
Looking at the sunny and cheerful little emperor, Queen Mother Li smiled. She asked with a smile: "Are you tired? Zhang Hong boiled some pear water today and added some rock sugar. It's just right."
Zhu Yijun shook his head and said, "I'm not tired. Tishuai is timid and still doesn't want to practice hard."
"Tishuai is still somewhat submissive." After hearing this, Empress Dowager Li expressed her affirmation of Zhu Xixiao, saying that Tishuai had a submissive heart and just showed it. Is it possible that the emperor could still lead the Ming army to charge into battle? Can't?
"What did you learn today?" Queen Mother Li asked with interest.
Zhu Yijun told everything he had learned today, especially about Song Renzong's emphasis on grain over pearls and jade. He explained it carefully before he said: "The child wants to marry a farmer and mulberry. Mr. Yuan Fu has already Agreed, Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty did it, Emperor Taizu Gao also did it, and it was written into the ancestral precepts of the Emperor Ming Dynasty, so the child naturally did it too."
Zhu Yijun was married to Nongsang, and the political significance was greater than the practical significance. This was Empress Dowager Li's idea.
Can the little emperor still turn his face to the loess and back to the sky while farming, and do everything by himself? Just let the eunuchs in the palace do it.
Empress Dowager Li smiled and said: "Then let's plant it, and we can also use this matter to see which ministers in the court are not respectful."
This is the benefit of having a long history. You can always find precedents, and Song Renzong is highly regarded among scholar-bureaucrats. Only after denying Song Renzong can we deny the emperor's marriage to Nongsang.
If even the model of benevolence and forgiveness set up by the scholar-bureaucrats is to be denied, does that mean that this minister is denying for the sake of denying? Does it mean that this minister has no reverence and is just trying to keep the emperor in those etiquette and rules?
Make a nest with the little emperor marrying the farmers, and then see if you can catch a few rotten scholars who stick to the rules.
As for why Emperor Taizu Gao was not mentioned, in the minds of civil servants of the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Taizu Gao killed too much and farming was just a pretense.
For example, the Confucian Mansion in Yanzhou said that Fengyang Zhu was full of family spirit, and Yanshenggong was a descendant of Confucius. Duke Yansheng said so, and the people's evaluation of Taizu Emperor Gao and Emperor Chengzuwen was very low.
There is a specially insulting term that refers specifically to Emperor Taizu Gao, saying: Fengyang beggar.
Empress Dowager Li heard a folk flower drum song saying: She lives in Luzhou and Fengyang. Fengyang used to be a good place, but since Emperor Zhu was born, there have been nine years of drought in ten years.
Since ancient times, there have been few heroes who have not been slandered.
Feng Bao wanted to consolidate his status as a great minister, Zhang Juzheng wanted to teach the emperor to combine theory with practice, and Empress Dowager Li wanted to fish, finding those ministers who had no heart to be respectful and who were not even respectful of the etiquette and rules established by the scholars themselves.
"Then the child will go." Zhu Yijun was about to resign. Since he had agreed to marry Nong Sang, he naturally did not intend to pretend.
Queen Mother Li asked with confusion: "Where to go?"
"My wife is a farmer. Mr. Yuanfu said that the emperor has the highest wealth and wealth, and he lives in the ninth level. He has no reason to know the hardships of farming and the hardships of ordinary farmers. Only by working hard all the year round can he put an end to debauchery and loss of pleasure, and take pity on the people for relief. ." Zhu Yijun said matter-of-factly.
Since the Iron Triangle agreed to farm their own land for their own purposes, of course he had to farm the land himself.
Only then did Queen Mother Li realize that the little emperor really planned to work in the fields!
"No, the land has not been leveled yet. What are you going to do?" Empress Dowager Li looked at Zhu Yijun and couldn't say anything. Pretending is enough. There is no need to work hard. Ten thousand people support her and there is no shortage of food in the palace. .
But Empress Dowager Li couldn't say this, so she couldn't tell the young emperor that the words in the sages' books were all lies to deceive people.
Zhu Yijun asked with his big eyes flashing: "It's natural to flatten it. Isn't Mr. Yuanfu right? He has been active all year round. Or is it because the child is ignorant of arts and science and understands it wrong?"
"That's right." Empress Dowager Li looked at the little emperor's sunny smile and his innocent eyes, and finally waved her hand, signaling the child to go ahead.
As for the young emperor's proposal to select honor guards and sword-wielding men to be trained in the palace, Empress Dowager Li also agreed. It was not Tiqi's fault that outsiders were mixed into the palace, and Empress Dowager Li also knew what kind of mess the palace was.
The Tiqi have no authority and live under the Dongchang. How can they dare to interfere with the affairs of the eunuchs in the palace?
Dongchang and Tiqi guard the palace gate, and one side can only kneel in front of the other side to reply. This will cause the balance to be lost. If the balance is lost, something will happen. Let Xunwei and Dao Sheren enter the palace for training. This can be regarded as coming from The Queen Mother's support for the Tiqi was tilted in policy.
At least the Tiqiu should be able to straighten their backs and speak in front of the eunuchs. This would be considered a balance.
Balance exists among all things.
Feng Bao wanted to say something, but seeing the emperor heading straight for Long Live Mountain, Feng Bao hurriedly chased after him.
Tiqi selected ten sparring partners, and he, Feng Bao, also arranged ten Xiaohuangmen sparring partners. No one had too many, and no one had too few. When the time came, whoever couldn't hold on would lose face.
The little yellow door in the palace can definitely hold up, because if it can't hold on, you will have to stay at the corridor's house for the rest of your life. Staying at the corridor's house is worse than death.
Zhu Yijun went back to Qianqing Palace first, changed into linen clothes, and went straight to Xuanwu Gate.
When they arrived at the back mountain, many working Nei Cao Jingjun had already begun to hoe the earth, and Zhu Yijun quickly joined the ranks of hoeing the earth.
In December, the manure is piled up and then composted. In the twelfth month, the cow manure compost is exposed and air-dried. In the first month, the dry and hard cow manure compost is crushed, and when the soil is deeply plowed, the compost is sprinkled in the deepest part. , then dissolve part of the compost with water and soak it again.
Zhu Yijun not only hoeed the ground, plowed the soil with two ox carts, but also personally loaded compost into the columbine. Mainly because he was a bit short, he was only a little taller than the columbine. He followed a few old farmers and Xiao Huangmen. The melted compost was spread on the ground.
This deep plowing and turning of the soil requires not only spreading compost, but also weeding and removing grass roots and seeds to prevent weeds from growing again in the spring breeze.
The little yellow men wanted to dig deep into the ground and pick out every grass seed. They worked extremely meticulously. This was a good opportunity to please the emperor.
After Feng Bao had been doing farm work for an hour, he felt a little tired, but he didn't dare to rest. The emperor was busy hoeing the earth, and he, a eunuch, naturally couldn't slack off.
Finally, at dusk, Zhu Yijun returned with a full load. Zhang Hong pushed a cart of soil behind the emperor. This was the soil to be placed in the Qianqing Palace. They all returned to the Qianqing Palace. The emperor went to wash up. Zhang Hong took two The eunuch lifted up a few floor tiles in the southeast corner of Qianqing Palace to form a flower bed, which was also to be planted, but instead of planting flowers, the flower bed was planted with potatoes and sweet potatoes.
Empress Dowager Li looked at the flower bed that was incompatible with the solemnity and beauty of Qianqing Palace. She felt a little helpless, so she just waved her hand and left the emperor.
In contrast, the emperor did not raise crickets, let alone cultivate immortality, he just planted some flowers and plants.
Zhu Yijun finished his dinner, took out his pencil, spread out the paper, and began to write and draw. Today he gained a lot. These old farmers are all good at farming. They talked a lot. Zhu Yijun was afraid I forgot my own, so I wrote it down. A good memory is not as good as a bad writing.
"The Queen Mother has arrived." Zhang Jing shouted at the top of his lungs.
Zhu Yijun stood up to greet him. Empress Dowager Li and Empress Dowager Chen came together. They were a little curious about what the emperor, who had always been reticent, did today.
"I've met my mother, my mother." After seeing the gift, Zhu Yijun sat in front of the desk and continued to record what he saw and heard today.
Empress Dowager Chen stood behind Zhu Yijun and asked with a smile: "Today, the emperor is practicing martial arts and farming. It is so hard. What are you writing about?"
"Experiences of farming, please wait until the child finishes writing before replying." Zhu Yijun remained calm, looking at the white paper in front of him with very determined eyes, and wrote quickly.
He used vulgar characters, which are easier to write than regular characters. In the process, Zhu Yijun also added punctuation marks to prevent his words from being ambiguous.
Half an hour later, the entire large piece of paper was filled with extremely neat little characters, and then he took out his small notebook. This was his memorandum, and he recorded his inner doubts bit by bit.
Empress Dowager Li and Empress Dowager Chen didn't mean to disturb the little emperor. They just spoke quietly beside him. The hard work of the little emperor really made people feel more at ease.
The two empress dowagers were discussing whether the pencil in Zhu Yijun's hand was suspected of breach of etiquette.
Writing is a part of moral cultivation, and there are various requirements for sitting, lying, and brushstrokes.
Zhu Yijun finally finished writing the memo, then raised his head and said, "Mother, mother, is there something wrong?"
"I just want to see the emperor's hard work. Come and have a look." Empress Dowager Chen said with a smile: "Sister is worried that the emperor is tired. In the past, when she saw me, she was worried, and her words were full of sorrow. These days, she It’s all the other way around, I’m always worried that the emperor is working too hard, so I’m here to persuade him.”
"What did Huang Er write?"
Queen Mother Chen was still curious about what Zhu Yijun wrote so hard.
Zhu Yijun said with certainty: "Farming records are a science."
"For example, each family has its own unique secret method for saving seeds of sweet potatoes and potatoes, but it can all be summed up in three words: new, wet, and frozen. This kind of seeds must be kept new and old grain seeds, and the harvest will be very little. This hidden method There are two dilemmas in planting. One is afraid of moisture, and the other is afraid of freezing. If it is put into the soil, it will not freeze but it will be wet. If it is not put into the soil, it will not be wet but it will freeze."
"How to resolve the dilemma?"
"It is most appropriate to store it in a cellar, where it will neither freeze nor get wet."
"North of the Qinling Mountains and the Huaihe River, the climate is high and cold, so the seeds must be left before the frost, otherwise they will freeze to death before being put into the cellar,"
"Sowing should be done after the Qingming Festival, when there is more rain during the Qingming Festival, and about half of the planting should be done after the Grain Rain, because spring is often cold in the north, and there is still light frost before and after the Qingming Festival, which will freeze the seedlings to death."
"There is no need to replant the fertile fields at the foot of Long Live Mountain, because Xiaohuangmen will use thick grass thatch to cover it after planting to prevent freezing..."
The emperor's farming is different from that of the common people. There are five acres of land in total, and nearly a hundred people are waiting on it. The insect eggs in the soil want to be split in half.
However, in the military garrison of the Ming Dynasty, one hundred people cultivated 500 acres of land, and each person had to cultivate five acres of land.
The planting time in the capital was slightly later than that of later generations, because the Ming Dynasty was currently in the Little Ice Age.
Empress Dowager Li didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The little emperor not only practiced farming for real, but also conducted personal investigations and experiments, and also summed up experiences and lessons very carefully.
"My child has a doubt." Zhu Yijun looked solemn.
