Emperor Ming Dynasty

The fact that the Jesuits can rise up in China is because they have been adhering to the upper-level line.

For example, helping the Ming Dynasty contact artillery fields, repair artillery, and even translate knowledge books such as geometry.

Even for the convenience of communication, he not only gave himself a Chinese name, but also borrowed God’s name from Jehovah.

God Haotian was furious.

Of course, this is a tradition. When Buddhism was first introduced to China, it also borrowed the story of Lao Tzu's transformation into a Buddha. Even the presiding, temples, and pujas were all imitated from Taoism.

Modify the teachings, such as following the rules of Matteo Ricci, allowing the people to worship their ancestors and bow down to Confucius.

Facts have proved that such a choice is wise.

Because the population of Daming is too large, even if they are rich, the sum of them is not a small number.

What's more, if the ruler takes the lead, ordinary people will naturally follow.

Their ultimate goal is to convert the emperor, so why not make Daming a parish.

Of course, those in power are all selfish, so naturally they cannot allow the Pope to sit on their head. Such expectations are just a mirror image.

On the contrary, it is the Dutch missionaries in Japan. No matter how simple the Protestant rules are, the rules still make the Japanese rulers uncomfortable.

What's more, Buddhism, which is quiet and inactive, has become a sitting tiger in Japan, and Christianity, which is more aggressive, is naturally not recognized.

Of course, this is also the reason why the Jesuits who preached in the Ming Dynasty followed the rules of Matteo Ricci, while those who preached in Japan were mostly missionaries who came directly from Manila and Malacca.

Later, during the Yongzheng period, the expulsion of missionaries was completely rejected.

When Nan Huairen was training in India, he took a Chinese name, which is a Jesuit tradition.

The two looked at each other without saying a word, and just dispersed like this.

After studying etiquette in Taiwan for a few days, Nan Huairen could only take a mission and travel thousands of miles to Tianjin on a sea boat.

The bustling streets, numerous shops, and endless crowds make it several times more prosperous than Taiwan.

Different from the combination of Chinese and Western in Taiwan, Tianjin is a pure bright breeze, rich and breathless.

"This is?"

Looking at the two tracks, the weird long carriage on them, and the six galloping horses, he was a little stunned for a moment.

"Iron horse." The man accompanying him said softly:
"Railway carriages, now folks like to call them iron horses, and it's easy to say."

"This is the most popular mode of transportation in the past few years. It can run twice as fast as an ordinary horse-drawn carriage. It is convenient and fast, and the key is also very safe."

"It's very safe to walk on two rails."

The man is wearing a shirt, neatly dressed, personable, and his delicate skin tells the story of his fine clothes and fine food.

Behind him followed two servants, very dignified.

Obviously, in order to welcome Nan Huairen, the Beijing Diocese sent a big man.

"What if someone passes by?"

"That's a damned fate." The man chuckled, "In the beginning, there were people who were unlucky every month, but then they all got smarter."

"Of course, there are always people who are greedy for money and want to steal the rails, but once caught, the whole family will be exiled to the Northeast. This is more terrifying than the death penalty."

"With this iron horse, the original three-day journey from Tianjin to Beijing has been shortened to half a day."

"Then it's very expensive!" Nan Huairen said with emotion as he saw that the people in and out were all men and women in Chinese clothes.

"Three silver dollars."

Nan Huairen understood the value of silver dollars in Taiwan, which is half a year's salary for ordinary people.

It is indeed expensive.

"Don't think it's expensive, but Daming has a lot of people, and there are a lot of rich people."

The man said casually: "In Tianjin, there are tens of thousands of people coming and going every day. If everyone rides on an iron horse, it will be impossible to pretend."

"This is screening people."

After saying that, the two came to the station and bought tickets.

"Sir, your guide?"

Condescending, the conductor asked unceremoniously.

"Hey—" the man handed over two road guides from his arms without hesitation: "Two sleeping berths and two sitting berths."

Sleepers cost three times as much as seats.

After the road guide is stamped, they can use it as a ticket and go to take the bus.

"It's a coincidence that you came here. The previous seal was on your hand. It's so polite and annoying. How can those ladies be able to bear it?"

The man turned his head and explained: "It's much more convenient to put it on the road guide now."

After saying that, the two came to the entrance.

At this time, the ticket inspector checked the guide and said, "Your box has to be weighed."

"Anything larger than ten catties will have to be escorted."

Needless to say, Nan Huairen's wooden box must be overweight, so he paid a one dollar escort fee, and that's all.

"This iron horse bullies us." The man sighed: "Whoever is willing to ride on an iron horse will naturally not be reluctant to give up the gift money, it is too much."

Nan Huairen could only sigh with emotion: "You Ming people are still too rich."

Passengers passing by are neatly dressed and have rosy faces, and they look like people who often enjoy happiness.

And there are as many as 20 such people in the long carriage.

In his observation, the whole carriage belongs to two parts, the front and the rear.

The front part of the car is placed horizontally and there are four beds in a semi-sealed state. The beds are covered with cotton quilts, which look very soft.

The rear half of the compartment is the seat. Although it is covered with a layer of blankets, it is still hard, and it is very crowded to sit on.

"Although this sleeping berth is double the price, it is worth the money and cannot be left without."

Liu Jing swept the berth, then shook his head in disgust, took out the box from under the bed, took out clean sheets and re-laid it, and then reluctantly lay down.

"You should take a rest too, it is estimated that you will arrive at night."

"It's a pity that Liu's identity is not enough, otherwise, he can just book the next car, and it's very convenient if no one disturbs him."

Nan Huairen lay down and felt the softness all over his body, but at this moment he couldn't fall asleep.

This Ming Dynasty is indeed filled with gold.

Such a comfortable place, I am afraid that only nobles covered with velvet can enjoy it!
In a daze, Nan Huairen felt the shaking, and then saw Liu Jing's face.

"The city of Beijing has arrived—"

With a shout, it seemed as if the Nantian Gate had been blasted open, and the chaotic noise flooded into the ears, making the heart beat faster and making it difficult to calm down.

Nan Huairen opened his eyes, then got up impatiently, picked up his hands and saluted and got off the car.

Without it, because the groom's copper bell-sized eyes stared at him without blinking, which made people panic.

There was no way, the carriage was full of distinguished guests, and he couldn't afford to sit on an iron horse that cost three yuan a trip.

"This is the station outside Chongwenmen."

Liu Jing said softly: "The canal ends here, and so does the iron horse, so there are people day and night, and it is very lively."

At this time, two servants came over quietly, carrying salutes behind them.

A group of people could not enter the city, because it was already dark and the city gates were closed.

Today's Beijing city is still not a city that never sleeps.

There is no way, for the capital city, politics overrides everything, stability is the only thing, and curfew is naturally indispensable.

Fortunately, Chongwenmen Wharf has always been prosperous, and there are not many other things but a lot of inns. Hundreds of inns, large and small, are hung with lanterns, reflecting the entire wharf like daylight.

Restaurants and restaurants are open all night, and they will not miss any opportunity to make money.

Doing business with lanterns, the streets and alleys are full, and there are all kinds of strange shouts.

At this time, the prosperity of the night market shocked the missionary.

Nan Huairen could no longer express emotion.

Along the way, he sighed too much.

At dawn, several people entered the city.

At this time, Nan Huairen saw the Notre Dame Cathedral in Beijing, which is more magnificent than Taiwan, but Liu Jing called it the North Church of God.

Asked why, Liu Jing said with a smile: "There is another Nantang in Beijing!"

Nan Huairen was dumbfounded, and then met the Archbishop of the Catholic Daming Diocese, Wei Kuanguo.

I saw him wearing a long robe, a square scarf on his head, and a paper fan in his hand. If he didn't have a Western face, he might be more Han Chinese than Liu Jing beside him.

"Thank goodness you're here at last."

Wei Kuanguo spoke pure Beijing dialect, his face was full of surprises: "What answer did the Holy See give us?"

"God bless, hope this is good news."

Nan Huairen smiled wryly: "I'm sorry—"

After all, he called out the decree issued by the Pope.

As soon as this remark came out, Wei Kuanguo's face immediately turned into a pig's liver color.

"Hasn't Jesus been persuading from top to bottom?"

"Persuaded, but the cardinals and archbishops do not agree."

"Doesn't the Holy See know the hard work we have put in to preach in the East? Up to now, Bishop Tang Ruowang has not been seen. Is it rare to destroy it?"

Wei Kuanguo frowned, his anger couldn't be stopped no matter what.

"The Dominicans and the Franciscans disagree. They think we are compromising and abandoning the right way of the Lord."

"Nonsense, this is an indispensable process for missionary work." Wei Kuanguo said angrily, "As long as you work hard, as long as the Emperor Ming converts, hundreds of millions of people in the entire East will become believers of the Lord."

"What a mistake!"

At this time, Wei Kuanguo did not understand that the missionary career in the East would be stagnated or even destroyed because of this decree.

But no way, this is the decision of the whole of Rome.

Although the Jesuits are very powerful, they cannot overturn the Pope's decision unless there is a Pope among themselves.

But this is difficult.

The next day, the disheartened Wei Kuanguo brought Nan Huairen to see His Majesty the Emperor.

Zhu Yixi was not idle at this time, so he stopped and said, "Let them wait first."

At this time, His Majesty the Emperor was receiving the doctor from the Imperial Hospital.

As early as ten years ago, the emperor ordered someone to compile a "Book of Shaowu Medicine", just like the barefoot doctor's manual of later generations, which described a large number of conventional diseases and solutions.

It can be said that 90% of common diseases can be solved through this book, which is really of great benefit to the common people.

Unlike the Compendium of Materia Medica, it is extremely bulky, and it will not achieve the effect of popularization at all, it can only be treasured.

Later, the emperor also ordered all counties to set up medical clinics, which were responsible for free diagnosis and treatment of the common people, but they were not responsible for dispensing medicine.

Keeping a doctor is not a big burden for ordinary county governments, but for ordinary people, it is a great good governance.

"Your Majesty, 80 copies of Shaowu Medical Books have been published so far, every county has them, and every big book store will have them—"

The doctor said with emotion: "There are so many doctors in the world because of this."

"This is good governance. The people are so grateful that they can't wait to come to the capital to thank the emperor in person."

"Okay, stop bragging."

Zhu Yixi shook his head, and said casually, "I just want you to tell me how many medical clinics there are in Shuntian Prefecture."

"This……"

"Then how many are there in the entire capital?"

"My humble minister is ashamed—"

"Folk doctors are rare. What's the use of printing books alone, and what's the use of relying on official medical centers?"

The emperor was quite annoyed, but he waved his hands and said, "Go down."

"Yes."

Of course he knew that he implicated people for no reason.

As an imperial physician, how can he manage the local doctors, how can he know about this matter.

It is really difficult to train Chinese medicine practitioners.

Over the years, although imperial physicians have been encouraged to take on apprentices, the success rate is really not high, and there are only a few dozen students a year, which is of no help to the huge population.

"No, if it continues, Shaowu's medical books will only appear in the books of later generations. It will not have much effect at all, and it will not have much impact on my martial arts."

As for compiling history, that is a routine operation, and it cannot be hung on the emperor's head at all.

The garbage-like history of the Yuan Dynasty was recompiled, but it was only about [-] words, weighing less than a hundred catties, and about [-] volumes.

The total cost was almost 30 silver dollars.

As for "History of the Former Ming Dynasty", it has been edited for more than ten years and is still going on.

Even if the number of personnel has doubled to a hundred, but the 300-year dynasty has left behind a vast amount of historical materials, it will take two or thirty years to compile a good history.

Similarly, "History of the Former Ming Dynasty" can't be counted on his head, which is the credit of the civil servants.

The emperor's Wenzhiwugong had to compile a book, a collection of categories similar to Yongle Dadian and Siku Quanshu.

To be honest, Zhu Yixi disdained such a book.

In addition to being able to demonstrate the rule of law and consume money, it is of no use to ordinary people because they have no use for it.

For the imperial court, it is even a burden.

For example, in order to preserve the Yongle Grand Ceremony, for fear of fire, Zhu Yixi asked someone to transcribe a dozen more copies in the past few years, mobilizing thousands of people and costing several 10 yuan.

After all, there are not many backups. If it is really a fire, it will be over.

Therefore, Wenzhi should not deceive itself with flashy things, but should truly benefit the country and the people.

Zhu Yixi suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered the most famous thing in history—the Kangxi Dictionary.

Now that Kangxi will no longer appear, such a dictionary is naturally a pity.

And if he creates a "Shaowu Dictionary", wouldn't that be a matter of course?
Thinking of this, Emperor Zhu became more energetic.

If the dictionary accompanying Confucian children's enlightenment is created, it will really be famous through the ages.

However, dictionaries are out, and Pinyin should not be far away.

Universal literacy rate, what a wonderful thing.

"Your Majesty, Father Wei asks to see you."

"It's just in time, it's just in time!"

Zhu Yixi was overjoyed, how could there be no missionaries in the matter of pinyin?