Whoever stands at the highest point of ideological and political affairs is the person with the most "right to speak" under the imperial power.
And teaching materials are undoubtedly the most important symbol that reflects this height.
Just like Confucianism, with the help of teaching materials such as the Four Books and the Five Classics, it controls the thoughts and souls of countless scholars.
The Four Books and Five Classics are textbooks compiled by our ancestors. They have not been changed much for thousands of years. Until the Song Dynasty, a guy named Zhu Xi reviewed and revised several textbooks with annotations. As a result, "Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism" arose. "The trend began to affect the Ming Dynasty again.
I originally thought that there was no hope of "publishing a book" in this life, but now a great opportunity is in front of me. How can Xie Jin let go of this opportunity? You must know that once you have the right to compile ideological and political textbooks, it is equivalent to having the right to compile ideological and political textbooks. His name Xie Jin is written on it, which will leave his name for eternity and influence the world forever.
The Ministry of Etiquette and the Ministry of Etiquette must not be allowed to succeed.
Xie Jin launched a counterattack, pointing out that the Ministry of Rites "failed to innovate education and failed to promote miscellaneous studies in government schools, state schools, and county schools." This showed that the Ministry of Rites was incapable and failed to implement the emperor's educational ideas. Accordingly, it showed that "incompetent people Who knows the foundation of ideological and political affairs? If it is awarded to the Ministry of Rites, wouldn't it be a disaster for thousands of years?"
The Ministry of Rites still clings to the issue of the Ideological and Political School's "exceeding the authority" and "trying to win people's hearts", and began to allude to the cabinet's Xie Jin. It even mentioned that there are people within the Ideological and Political School who "formed a faction and formed their own power." Jie Jin was directly named.
The officials thought that the party formation should be strictly investigated, and the Ministry of Punishment quickly expressed its support.
Xia Yuanji, the Minister of Household Affairs, looked at the chaos in the court and decided to refuse to participate in the struggle on the grounds that he was busy with official duties. Zheng Ci, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, doesn't want to participate either. He is busy discussing the opening of the river and has no time to watch your fight.
Tie Xuan, Minister of the Ministry of War, also thought it would be better not to go through the water. In order to avoid trouble, he directly requested an order to leave the capital and led people to inspect the guards around the capital.
There are also divisions within the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Some people support the Ideological and Political Institute and Xie Jin, while some people side with the Ministry of Rites.
As impeachment and criticism continue to intensify, it is no longer a dispute over textbooks, but has become a political struggle.
Zhu Yunwen occasionally went to court to watch officials scold each other, and after going to court, he continued to return to Wuying Hall to correct memorials. As for the issue of struggle, let them do it.
The chaotic situation at least illustrates one problem: the ideological consciousness of officials is not high enough, and ideological and political education must be strengthened.
The capital has its liveliness, and every place has its liveliness.
Song Zhengchen, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, stopped and looked at the wall of Qingzhou City not far away. He couldn't help but relax. He and his entourage Ding Wu went to the street tea shed and ordered two bowls of tea.
Song Zhengchen was a Jinshi this year in the second year of Jianwen, but he was only ranked among the top three. He could not get into the Hanlin Academy. He was originally assigned to be a pedestrian in the Department of Pedestrians, but he was directly appointed as a pedestrian because of the "enrollment expansion" of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Supervise the censor and send him to Qingzhou.
Qingzhou, a place that later evolved into a county-level city (administered by Weifang), was famous in ancient times.
"Shang Shu Yu Gong" records: Haidai is only Qingzhou.
That is, the area from the south of the Bohai Sea to the north of Mount Tai, involving Hebei and Shandong Peninsula, is Qingzhou.
One of the Kyushu lands that people often talk about is Qingzhou.
Song Zhengchen was holding the tea bowl and looking towards the city gate with some uneasiness in his eyes.
In fact, the imperial court had a supervisory censor in Qingzhou Prefecture, but that person died under unknown circumstances three months ago. The report from Qingzhou was "sudden illness, sudden death", but Song Zhengchen was not like that. think.
Anyone who can be a local supervisory censor must at least be in good health. Even if he is seriously ill, he will not be unable to explain a suicide note or a sentence. Besides, even if he died suddenly, there should be a body. Bar?
What does it mean to say "the body is missing"? Can the corpse stand up and run away on its own?
The Metropolitan Procuratorate took "very seriously" the Qingzhou Prefecture's memorial, which was full of errors and omissions, so Song Zhengchen came, alone, well, to be precise, alone and with an entourage.
"Sir, this is a hot day, why are there so few people passing by?"
Song Zhengchen asked respectfully when he saw that the person who was replenishing the tea was a white-haired man.
The old man's face changed slightly, his hand shook, and the tea accidentally fell on the table. He couldn't help but apologize quickly, and took off the rag from his shoulder to wipe it.
Song Zhengchen frowned slightly, wondering what the old man was panicking about.
The old man whispered: "My guest is having tea, don't ask any more questions."
Seeing the old man leaving, Song Zhengchen became even more confused. He took out two copper coins from his arms, placed them on the table, and said to Ding Wu: "Let's go, let's enter the city."
Ding Wu finished packing and just stood up when he heard the sound of horse hooves and shouts. His expression changed and he quickly grabbed Song Zhengchen.
Song Zhengchen took a step back and looked at the city wall in the distance. He saw groups of sergeants climbing up the city wall, with a forest of spears and a mountain of knives behind them. At the city gate, more than 200 cavalrymen shot out and started running around the moat. , the city gate also began to close under the promotion of the sergeant.
"This is?"
Song Zhengchen looked confused and looked up at the sun in the south. It was noon. It was still early for the sun to set and to go into seclusion. What was going on in Qingzhou Mansion?
"Sir, come here quickly."
The old man shouted anxiously.
Song Zhengchen was puzzled and walked over. The old man quickly hid Song Zhengchen and Ding Wu behind the tea shed and warned: "Don't come out."
Without explaining, the old man turned to the tea shed and put away the bowls and copper coins on the table. As soon as he had put them away, a dozen cavalrymen came from a distance. The leader reined in his horse and stopped, sitting upright on his horse. , shouted to the old man: "Hu Mutou, are you ready for your filial piety this month?"
The old man known as Hu Mutou had a sad look on his face. He looked at the leading officer, tremblingly took out a dozen copper coins, and replied: "Sir, there are really few pedestrians, and there is no business at all."
"Thirteen Wen? Do you think I'm a beggar? Bang!"
The officer swung his horsewhip and hit the old man on the shoulder. He knocked the old man to the ground and said, "If you don't come up with five taels of silver at the end of the month, your son won't be able to come back. Let's go!"
The cavalry galloped and dust flew everywhere.
"What a sin!"
The old man endured the pain, and his tears fell into the wrinkles as cracked as dry fields, unable to penetrate.
Song Zhengchen walked out, watched the old man wipe away his tears, and couldn't help but ask: "What is going on in Qingzhou Mansion? Why did those officers come to you to ask for money?"
The old man waved his hand and said to Song Zhengchen: "That's tax money. You'd better not enter Qingzhou City. Go back to where you came from."
Song Zhengchen immediately became angry.
Tax money?
When can officers collect taxes?
According to the official system of the Ming Dynasty, the Ministry of Household Affairs was responsible for the court's taxation, and the local government established the Thirteen Cleaning Officials Division. The Qing Officials Division was divided into four departments: Mining, Duzhi, Jin, and Cang. The Jin Branch was in charge of the national fishery, salt, tax, and other industrial and commercial taxes. The Cang Branch was responsible for Responsible for the shipping and warehousing of the two taxes.
These are the people who can collect taxes, not including military officers!
"Where is your son?"
Song Zhengchen asked.
The old man stopped and finally shook his head without speaking.
Song Zhengchen finally felt a strong pressure. I am afraid that there is a huge problem in Qingzhou City in front of him, and this problem is definitely not caused by the local officials of Qingzhou Prefecture. They do not have the right or the courage.
If he is not a local official, then there is only one person left, and this person is definitely not something that his little seventh-grade supervisory censor can compete with.
He is King Zhu Su of Qi!
Zhu Shu was the seventh son of Ming Taizu. In the third year of Hongwu, he was granted the title of King of Qi. In the fifteenth year of Hongwu, he was granted the title of vassal of Qingzhou.
In the 23rd year of Hongwu's reign, Zhu Shu led his bodyguards and the armies of Xuzhou and Pizhou in Shandong to follow Zhu Di, King of Yan, to the north to conquer the Yuan and Meng tribes.
In the twenty-fourth year of Hongwu's reign, Zhu Shu led his escort knights out of Kaiping.
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Zhu Shu, who was on Shuli Fortress, became increasingly arrogant and believed that he had military skills. However, he had a violent temper and killed many people in Qingzhou. Later, he was blamed by Taizu, and he restrained himself.
Song Zhengchen did not expect that only two years after Taizu's death, Zhu Su would already become lawless.
Needless to say, the dead censor must be related to Zhu Shu!
The Metropolitan Procuratorate must know the inside story, but they didn’t say anything!
"Sir, let's go back..."
Ding Wu was a little timid.
Song Zhengchen shook his head firmly, ignored the old man's shouts and obstruction, walked out of the tea shed, walked step by step towards the Qingzhou City Gate, looked at the sergeants lined up on the city wall, and shouted loudly: "I am Song Zhengchen, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. , to monitor Qingzhou according to the emperor’s order. Open the city gate and let me enter the city!"
On the city wall, Commander Chai Zhi held his sword horizontally and shouted back: "Supervising the censor, how dare you, a seventh-grade official, order me to open the door? Do you know that we were practicing martial arts, which delayed a big event, and all ten of your heads were lost?" not enough!"
Song Zhengchen was not afraid and said loudly: "Performing martial arts? Is it possible that the palace guards took control of the city gates without the permission of the court and intended to rebel?"
"you!"
Chai Zhi didn't expect the people in the city to be so desperate. Can he just say this about treason? It seems like another thorn in the side, and it’s really difficult to deal with it in front of so many people, so let’s change the place and the time.
"This is a martial arts exercise between King Qi and the Qingzhou Prefecture to prevent Japanese pirates from invading. After an hour, the city gate will open! If you continue to talk nonsense, I can order you to be killed!"
Chai Zhi threatened.
Beware of Japanese pirates?
Song Zhengchen took a deep breath. Although this excuse was disgraceful, it was indeed justified.
There are also Japanese pirates in Shandong, but most of them are concentrated in coastal areas such as Dengzhou and Weihai.
But now, being on guard against Japanese pirates is a bit too much. Everyone in the imperial court and even the people along the coast know that Japanese pirates no longer have the courage to invade the Ming Dynasty. They will even run away desperately when they see the flag on the Ming Dynasty fleet.
You, a Qingzhou Prefecture in the mainland, used this excuse to mobilize the army privately and control the city gates. This is simply not looking down upon the imperial court.
But Song Zhengchen didn't bother anymore and just waited quietly.
An hour later, the city gate slowly opened.
Song Zhengchen turned sideways, took off the luggage from Ding Wu's shoulders, and warned, "You can go back."
Ding Wu quickly shouted: "Sir, I am willing..."
Song Zhengchen waved his hand, took out some money from his bag, gave it to Ding Wu, then packed it up and walked towards the city gate without looking back.
The shadow in the sun slowly approached the city gate, until he took one step out, the cold breath blew Song Zhengchen's clothes, and then the shadow disappeared...
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