The Gongsheng students who were sweating and writing policy papers outside Fengtian Hall did not know that their seniors were also "taking the exam" like them.
The emperor's sudden attack was a test for all the officials in the court.
Although everyone knew that this was asking for advice, could it be that the emperor understood the talents of the officials through his specific questions?
From here on, the signal that the emperor intended to reform and strengthen was completely conveyed.
In the examination room, Zhang Cong's pen moves quickly and smoothly without stopping at all.
He is forty-seven years old.
Why are you so close to Huang Zuo? It’s just sympathy and sympathy for each other.
Twenty years after Zhang Cong passed the examination, he failed in seven examinations.
But this time he not only won, but also encountered a problem that was most suitable for a middle-aged man with rich experience like him.
How to make a country rich? Given the vastness and richness of the Ming Dynasty, why was it not rich?
Before officially putting pen to paper, he closed his eyes and meditated for a long time in the sun.
Generally speaking, policy issues are the state affairs that the emperor is most concerned about at the moment.
Aren't the disputes over the succession of the emperor, the many new policies in the enthronement edict, the abolition and re-establishment of the three major camps, and the posthumous posthumous title of Yu Qian that have been hotly discussed in the capital, not considered your Majesty's greatest concern?
Not necessarily, all the bustle in the world is for benefit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for benefit.
After more than a hundred years of Ming Dynasty, how many shortcomings have been accumulated?
The young emperor who succeeded him as a vassal faced a situation that he had never thought about before, could not think about, or dared not think about. How did you feel sitting on the throne and proposing such a policy question?
It's such a mess, I don't know where to start.
Carrying heavy responsibilities, I only wish to live up to my destiny.
When Zhang Cong opened his eyes and picked up his pen, he decided how he should write this policy paper this time.
Money is the emperor's clue to solving the current situation and reviving the Ming Dynasty.
Your Majesty wants to see the truth!
Zhang Cong decided to take a gamble.
Not far away from him, Huang Zuo had finished writing, but he looked at his strategy with blank eyes.
Your fate is bad, just accept it.
His talent and learning are not in this area.
It may be true that destiny and career are in conflict.
Although Liang Chu once mentioned him, His Majesty's plan was actually so practical, and it was a financial plan that Huang Zuo had not paid much attention to in the past. What could be done?
He knew that he had just written a mediocre article.
No matter what the topic is, it is right to focus on people.
Things happen because of people, things happen because of people. The plan to make a country rich is not something that can be accomplished in a day. The lessons of the previous dynasties are still vivid in our minds. No matter what strategy we have, we need government officials to ensure its implementation.
But is there any merit in such an argument?
The top three will be the top three. Huang Zuo is mentally prepared to be a small official in a local area to benefit a good party.
In the same examination room, Fei Maozhong, who had been in the Fei family of Qianshan since he was a child, could see more clearly.
The strategy of enriching the country involves too many things.
The output of the military settlements is rotten, local fields are increasingly concentrated, commercial taxes and tariffs are difficult to implement, the power of minting is in chaos, internal and external treasury disputes, natural disasters are unpredictable...
Many problems cannot be touched. From the perspective of a nobleman, there are some issues that he is unwilling to touch.
After much deliberation, he chose the entry point of controlling disasters and famines.
If the people were less displaced due to natural disasters and wars, the output of land tax would at least be more and more stable.
At this time when his uncle was about to return to court, Fei Maozhong did not want to stand out too much.
For him, it is enough to have a Jinshi background, and there is no need for a higher ranking.
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The imperial edict was issued to all the officials in Beijing, but in fact there were also several new letters sent out from various post roads.
Their targets are some important figures who are on their way back to the imperial court.
Fei Hong, Yang Yiqing, Wang Shouren, Sun Jiao... what kind of answers would these people give to the questions asked by the emperor?
At night, after all the efforts had been made, the Gongsheng students learned the news after leaving the Forbidden City.
"You can take the exam together if you are in Beijing, you can take the exam together if you are in Beijing!" Zhang Cong pulled Huang Zuo to drink with some excitement.
The results will not be released for another two days, but they have already lifted a burden and are just waiting for the results.
Huang Zuo was a little unmotivated: "I understand what you mean. Your Majesty attaches great importance to financial planning and even intends to implement new laws. Otherwise, why would you need advice from the ministers?"
"...Your article is excellent, are you still not satisfied?"
"What's so good about it? You're so far off topic and extremely mediocre!" Huang Zuo exchanged glasses with him with some enthusiasm, "Brother Zhang, this subject is really destiny! You failed in seven attempts, so God wants to keep you. Assist the new king. Where is my younger brother? It’s God’s repeated warnings, but I don’t realize it. For me, it’s better to be a teacher and educate people.”
"Why be frustrated?" Zhang Cong took the wine cup from his hand and placed it heavily on the table. "Brother, I think your strategy has its own special focus and refinement. After thinking about it carefully, your Majesty is actually doing something right now." The new law means that the administration of officials is not fundamental. I regretted losing my husband last year, Caibo, but this time you have a lot of hope?"
"... You are just comforting me." Huang Zuo already had a phobia of suffering. "When Your Majesty asked how to make the country rich, I talked about government administration and digressed thousands of miles away. I wrote carefully and carefully, and I will try my best to lead the way if I make mistakes. Little brother. The butt of the joke goes straight to Heaven, how can Your Majesty appoint me to the First Class?"
In Yang Tinghe's mansion, Yang Shen dried the ink on the paper and rushed to Yang Tinghe's study excitedly.
He was confident that if he were among the Gongsheng students in Jinke, the top prize would still be his.
After arriving at Yang Tinghe's study, he knocked on the door and went in. He still behaved modestly and cautiously: "Father, my son has already prepared this plan. I don't know if there is anything wrong. Please correct me."
He looked at it and saw that the paper on his father's desk had been laid out, but the ink in the inkstone was dry, and not a single word was written on the paper.
Glancing at his son, Yang Tinghe frowned and said softly: "Just finish it before the end of the month. Why are you in a hurry?"
"...Father, don't you take a look first?"
"Don't read it." Yang Tinghe narrowed his eyes, "You are no longer a Gongsheng student. You have to write this essay three times, and then we will read it together as a father. If one article is not better than the other, all three articles will have no merit. In the future, You might as well stay in the Hanlin Academy and study history."
Yang Shen suddenly felt aggrieved and his face turned red: "Father, is my son so ignorant of practical matters?"
Yang Tinghe suddenly opened his eyes and looked very sharp: "With an annual income of eight million taels, we cannot impose excessive taxes, we cannot destabilize the country, and it cannot be just a temporary achievement! Can your Taoism have such an effect? Can you convince yourself? Gongsheng can talk freely. You can't! You think that my father has been in high and low positions for many years and has been thinking hard for a long time, but now he still dares not to write a word! Why, you are already more talented and more practical than your father? "
Yang Shen rarely saw his father scolding him so sharply and so unceremoniously.
"... His Majesty is just asking for advice. How can he really act according to who's memorial?"
"Just? Just?" Yang Tinghe stared at him with sharp eyes for a long time, and then showed his loneliness, "I should have let you go somewhere to experience something earlier. But now it is too late... You are my son, Yang Tinghe! If you are really talented Extraordinary, how could he waste ten years in the Hanlin Academy?"
Yang Shen opened his mouth, unable to refute for a moment.
After careful calculation, it seems that I have really stayed in the Hanlin Academy for ten years.
How many decades can life last?
But how can he, who is so arrogant and arrogant, bear to be always considered to be someone's son?
"A talented man and a capable minister are two different things!" Yang Tinghe said sternly, "You are already thirty and three years old, so haven't you enjoyed enough of your fame as a talented man? As a father, one day he will become an official, and he will leave with a cup of tea. . Above the court, there are constant huge waves and undercurrents. Can you stand firm? Go back to your room and think carefully!"
Yang Shen opened his mouth but did not refute after all.
Why is father so angry today?
