Zhu Yunwen completed the move of the capital, accepted the worship of civil and military officials, and offered sacrifices at the Temple of Heaven and Earth in Beijing the next day. After the sacrifice, elderly people over seventy years old in Beijing entered the palace one after another and accepted the emperor's banquet in Fengtian Hall.
Facing a group of senior citizens, Zhu Yunwen raised glasses frequently, firstly to celebrate the successful completion of the capital move, and secondly to celebrate the birthdays of the senior citizens of the Ming Dynasty.
The number and age of the elderly are an important criterion for measuring the quality of the world. It is not as simple as simply winning over the elderly, stabilizing the place, respecting the elderly, and demonstrating filial piety.
"The emperor won't leave once he comes, right?"
An elderly man asked after drinking too much.
Zhu Yunwen smiled and said: "This is the capital of the Ming Dynasty. Where can I go? In the future, future generations will issue edicts to all directions here. You are all knowledgeable, but you must remember that no matter how much property you leave to your descendants, It is better to leave knowledge and skills to your descendants. The Ming Dynasty in the future will be a Ming Dynasty in which the capable will be promoted and the mediocre will be demoted. If you have a large family property, you can only be a rich man. If you want to work for the court, you still have to be knowledgeable."
"I have heard that over the years, there has been a trend of comparison and extravagance among the people. Some people compete for their financial resources. They entertain guests with tables flowing like water, and are accompanied by singers, who play the piano and the piano, and enjoy endlessly. This is not necessary. The principle of not exposing wealth is common in every small household. You know, everyone is so rich, but the imperial court is very poor. Every year after the spring, the financial budget and the door of the household department are kicked in..."
When the elders heard about it, most of them just took it as a joke.
But Chang Wuxun, who was seventy-two years old, was shocked and looked at Zhu Yunwen with some fear. The old man Lu Wen opposite Chang Wuxun couldn't help but frown. The wine and food that followed were no longer tasty, and he had no intention of watching the song and dance.
In the depths of the night, most of the elderly people were drunk, and there were already family members waiting outside the palace to take them back.
In a carriage, Shen Yiyuan was flipping through a book "Xijiang Journey to the West" and asked the old man Lu Wen: "Did the emperor really say that?"
Lu Wen nodded solemnly: "My boss, I'm afraid the emperor intends to break the trend of extravagance and waste."
Shen Yiyuan closed the book and stared at it: "I didn't say it in the court, nor did I leak the news to the Ministry of Household Affairs. Instead, I said it at the seniors' banquet. The emperor's move was obscure but terrifying."
Lu Wen was a little worried: "The emperor said that if he leaves more property to his descendants, is he a reminder that the inheritance tax is approaching?"
Shen Yiyuan waved his hand: "Inheritance tax will appear sooner or later, and we have no control over this matter. The trend of extravagance is a trouble. More than ten years ago, Huizhou merchants mostly lived frugally, and traveled far away with plain clothes and straw shoes. If you take more than two people with you, you will eat and sleep in the open on the way, choose the cheapest inn or find a woodshed to stay for one night, and then continue on your way before dawn."
"But now, many businessmen travel in great style. Not only do they wear silk clothes and take care of their assistants, but they also bring beautiful women with them, followed by their wives and concubines. They stay in first-class guest rooms and eat all delicacies from the mountains and seas. Extravagance is not only A bad court is also a bad Hui merchant. Starting tomorrow, it’s time to gather together the old Hui merchants and beat them. If this continues, the rope around the merchants’ necks will get tighter and tighter.”
Lu Wen lamented.
The current imperial court is really incomprehensible. On the one hand, it encourages the development of commerce, but on the other hand, it does not allow businessmen to act recklessly. On the one hand, it hopes to receive more tax revenue, but on the other hand, it does not allow extravagance and extravagance.
"Spend!"
Chang Baiye sat up, looked at the confused Hou Qianqian, and said seriously: "The emperor wants a degree, his real purpose is not to kill business."
Hou Qianqian raised her hand to straighten her messy hair, stood up and opened the curtain: "It's hard to control this speed."
Chang Baiye watched Hou Qianqian get out of bed, her graceful figure had not changed for many years: "In the final analysis, extravagance is okay, but it cannot be known by others, and it cannot be humane. Waste is okay, but it cannot be seen by the people and known by the world. . The emperor does not want to see such things as wine and meat being stinky in Zhumen, and bones freezing to death on the road."
Hou Qianqian turned around and smiled: "Who doesn't want to show off when they have money, to show off their wealth and increase their reputation? Let me tell you, if the emperor wants to suppress the extravagance, this hammer should not hit us first. It’s like a businessman. The wine and meat of a wealthy family are stinky. Whose family is a wealthy family? The princes and ministers are the wealthy family.”
Chang Baiye was stunned for a moment and suddenly took a picture
Hand: "Absolutely! The emperor wants to kill two birds with one stone. It won't be long before he suppresses the extravagance of the courtiers and at the same time intimidates the merchants."
Hou Qian smiled slightly and said: "Our emperor is amazing. Moving the capital did not delay his governance in the slightest. He still maintains a clear and wise mind."
Chang Baiye shook his head: "As far as I know, such a big thing as moving the capital is mainly the coordination between the East Palace, the cabinet, the six ministries, etc., and the emperor is not too involved."
Hou Qianqian blinked her watery eyes, with some confusion: "Donggong? How old is the prince this year? How can he be responsible for such a major national event at the age of fourteen or fifteen?"
Chang Baiye got out of bed and laughed loudly: "Don't underestimate the youth of fourteen or fifteen years old. When I was fifteen years old, I had already left Datong three times and gone deep into the grassland."
Hou Qianqian rolled her eyes at Chang Baiye, "It's because your father passed away early and you are the only male in the family. In this case, let alone fourteen or fifteen years old, even seven or eight years old can only gritted his teeth and stood tall." Take up the heavy responsibility.
But Zhu Wenkui's father is still alive and well, and he is wise and far-sighted. He has excellent martial arts and martial arts skills. He can completely protect him from wind and rain, and there is no need for the child to stand up and bear the burden so early.
Imperial College, Beijing.
Zhou Chang lay down tiredly, blew out the lights, looked through the bright glass window, and saw that the lights in the experimental building that were supposed to be extinguished turned on. He couldn't help but get up and walked out.
Walking on the flat concrete road and looking at the newly planted saplings on the roadside, Zhou Chang had a smile on his face.
It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people!
Knowledge will be passed down from generation to generation, like a tree that grows stronger every year.
After walking into the experimental building and standing outside the brightly lit classroom door, Zhou Chang listened to the noise. There was no sound inside, so he opened the door and walked in.
Guo Jiale and Song Duanduan turned their heads and looked over. When they saw it was Zhou Chang, they quickly stood up and saluted.
"It's so late, why don't you go and rest?"
Zhou Chang asked.
Song Duanduan shook his head and said softly: "Dean Zhou, the Imperial College in Beijing is like a brand new home for us. It's strange and exciting, but also exciting. I'm not sure if we can find more new materials here. It’s my secret, I’m afraid I’ll betray the trust of the old dean.”
Guo Jiale didn't say much, he just said: "Can't sleep."
Zhou Chang walked towards the two of them, pulled out a stool and sat down: "As you can see, the statue of old dean Gongshu is really lifelike. He must have come here and looked at us. We have a long way to go, but we have a long way to go. To strive for self-improvement and pursue a path up and down..."
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