The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 306 Brother, do you think I look a bit like Hongwu Taizu?
Chen Taili took a look at the slightly shabby palace in front of him.

Compared with the royal city in Hue, the Hoi An Palace was much smaller, but he knew that from now on, this shabby palace would become the center of the rise of the Tang Dynasty.

Mo Zibu raised his head and looked towards the entrance of the hall. Although Chen Taili was very old, he was still in good spirits.

Tao Weide on the left still maintains the appearance of a simple old farmer.

Another representative of a high-ranking Hue family, Associate Grand Secretary Nguyen Jiuce, was not so nervous.

As a prime minister, one should harmonize yin and yang, communicate between the upper and lower levels, and achieve harmony and reconciliation. This is exactly what Chen Taili has to do now.

"Brother, no need to be so polite, please take a seat." Mo Zibu still had that standard, warm and courteous demeanor.

After arranging for Chen Taili to sit down, Mo Zibu had two brocade stools brought in. "I've long heard of Mr. Tao's virtuous name. Your ancestor, Mr. Tao Zhongliang, was a figure comparable to Zhuge Liang. I long for Mr. Zhongliang's deeds in the past, and I only regret that I was born a hundred years too late and couldn't see him in person. What a pity, what a pity!"

Chen Taili was no longer surprised by this kind of operation, but Tao Weide was stunned for a long time.

Tao Weide had never experienced this style of wise rulers in any other monarch, not even when he went to Tokyo to meet the King of the Le Dynasty.

For a moment, Tao Weide, who claimed to be a country sage, was a little at a loss.

After arranging the three to sit down, Mo Zibu rolled his eyes and told them Zheng Jinshui's proposal. Finally, he asked:
"Brother, you know Mo's character. You are more aware of the shortcomings of aristocratic families than I am. We have now found out that the Xiangyun Ruan family has occupied tens of thousands of acres of fertile land. The eldest branch of the family is living in luxury, while the side branches and branches are starving.

How could such a cultured family not even care for their blood relatives? If his ancestor Ruan Youjin knew about this, he would probably get up in anger and slap him twice."

Tao Weide and Ruan Jiuce had never seen how powerful King Mo was, and they were still thinking about something. Tao Weide even nodded slowly in agreement.

But Chen Taili's cheeks felt numb, this was actually a naked threat.

If you don't cooperate with King Mo, he will start from this point, ruin your reputation, and bring out the children of your concubines and branches to cause trouble.

After thinking for a while, Chen Taili said slowly: "In the past, Emperor Li Taizu rose from Lanshan. In a few years, he drove away the heavenly soldiers of the northern kingdom, established the etiquette and morality of the southern kingdom, and was supported by all the people.

Mo Dengyong forced the Lord to death, offended Cao Cao, and sold out his country for personal gain. I, an old minister, really cannot think of how to defend myself against this.”

Mo Zibu narrowed his eyes. Chen Taili, the old fox, chose to make a fuss about the cultural reversal that Mo Zibu wanted most, implying that Mo Zibu had to back down a little, otherwise it would be difficult for them, the high-ranking families in Hue, to deal with it.

Mo Zibu thought about it for a moment and understood where Chen Taili's difficulties lay.

There is no other reason. The noble families in Hue are all united. Mo Zibu demolished the thirteen families that were causing trouble today. It seems to be justified, but it will undoubtedly arouse the envy of the children of the lower classes of other noble families.

Once the children of other high-ranking and low-ranking families see that the side branches of the Thirteen Families who caused the trouble are not only not implicated but also get great benefits, they will be envious to death.

I'm afraid that if this happens, they would hope that something bad would happen to their eldest son and the legitimate heir. Then, would Chen Taili and the others still be able to sit in peace?

In addition, this time Mo Zibu will certainly not open the provincial examination only to the children of the thirteen troublemakers. When the children of other low-income families take the exam, where will they be divided?

There are only so many properties among the thirteen families. What if there is not enough to divide? Where will the land come from?
However, Mo Zibu had already prepared a plan for this. He stood up and slowly said, "During the chaos at the end of the Tang Dynasty, the Jinghai Army established itself, and it has been eight hundred years since then.

During the eight hundred years, Liu Bei of Southern Han controlled only a few states in Lingnan and was a separatist regime.

By the time of the Song Dynasty, there was no Hexi, Longyou, and Anxi in the west, no You, Bing, and Lulong in the east, and later there was no Lingwu or Shuofang. After Zhao Gou fled south, only half of the country was left, and he was no more than uncle and nephew to the Jurchens, and it could not be considered a unified country.

When the Mongols rose to power in the grasslands, they suddenly gained control of the world and destroyed the Southern Song Dynasty. This was one of the reasons why China sank into the sea.

At that time, countless talented and learned people in the south of the Yangtze River refused to submit to the Mongolian army and people, and gathered in Jiaozhi, making the Chen Dynasty rich and strong, and flourishing culture and education.

Kublai Khan's greed was insatiable, so King Xingdao emerged and defeated the Mongols and Yuan Dynasty twice, thus preserving the vitality of the orthodox religion and making it a country of etiquette. Only then can we call ourselves a southern country.

However, the Hu people did not have the fortune to last for a hundred years. In just a few decades, our Taizu Gaohuangdi rose from humble beginnings and led millions of warriors to drive out the Tartars and restore China.

He recovered Hexi and Longyou, which had not been returned for four hundred years, and annexed You and Lulong, thus restoring the Golden Bowl that had collapsed at the end of the Tang Dynasty and rebuilding the Yanhan Dynasty. He is truly an emperor who will be remembered for all eternity!

Mo Zibu read it with great emotion, tears seemed to well up in the corners of his eyes. He sighed deeply and looked at Tao Weide gently and majestically.

"Mr. Tao, if you were born in that time, what would you do in Annan?"

Tao Weide was moved by Mo Zibu's words. Hongwu Taizu could truly be said to have saved China. Without him, the Han people in the north and south, who had been divided for four hundred years, would probably have become two ethnic groups.

Therefore, although he did not want to admit it, Tao Weide still said with emotion: "If I were born in that era, I would go north from Annan and follow the Taizu Emperor.

Even if I could only lead the horse and stirrups, shouting and killing the captives in front of the two armies, my life would not be in vain."

"Well said!" Mo Zibu clapped his hands and laughed. He had studied Tao Weide a long time ago. The Security Department had all his information and knew that he would fall for this kind of tricks. King Mo had tailored this for him.

"Our Southern Kingdom left the Central Plains because after the Tang Dynasty collapsed, there was no longer an orthodox dynasty in the Central Plains. It's like a family without elders. While parents are still alive, we don't divide the family, but when they are gone, we naturally have to leave.

But once the clan rose to prominence and all branches gathered together, rewriting their family tree in the ancestral hall became inevitable. So according to the ethics of heaven, when the Ming Dynasty rose to rule the world and rebuilt China, Annan should have returned.

However, Le Loi was born into a barbarian family in the Nine True Lands. He had never read poetry or books, did not know etiquette, and had no concern for his country or the world.

Not only did he drive away the Ming Dynasty, but he also regarded himself as a barbarian. Since the rebellion, he has been cruel and murderous, and has not practiced benevolent governance. He has oppressed the people. More than a million people have died because of him.

He has the support of the people? Which people?

Are they the souls of those unjustly killed people in the underworld?
Humph! This is a demonic obstacle that defies heaven. It just happened to happen to meet a calculating and short-sighted emperor. It just happened to succeed. How can it be called a heroic act that cannot be refuted?

If he cannot be refuted, why would people like you and me read the books of sages and educate Champa and Khmer? We are barbarians ourselves. Wouldn't it be a huge joke to educate barbarians by ourselves?

So, my great-uncle established the Mo Dynasty in order to keep the Golden Bowl intact and patch up the last leak in China's sky. How can this be Cao Cao, and how can this be considered treason? "

After saying this, Mo Zibu didn't give them time to think. He glared at Chen Taili and asked angrily, "Brother, are you a barbarian?"

"Me." Chen Taili was also dumbfounded. He had read books of sages all his life and always called himself a Han Chinese. He was also convinced that the Xiangyun Chen family must have come south from the mainland and settled in Annan. They were indeed not barbarians.

So, even though he knew that answering no would mean he would fall into Mo Zibu's trap, Chen Taili had to shake his head and said, "My ancestors are from Zhangzhou, Fujian Province, not barbarians."

But after the old man finished speaking, without waiting for Mo Zibu to speak, he immediately started to make amends, "Even so, the Southern Kingdom has been established for hundreds of years, and no one from top to bottom is willing to return.

Just like brothers who have separated from their parents, unless their parents are resurrected, they will not reunite with their overbearing brother. Human hearts are like this, what can be done? "

This is the last trick Chen Taili can come up with, and it is also the current reality. No matter how much you talk, it will be useless if no one is willing to come back with you.

"What you said makes sense, brother." Since Mo Zibu dared to come up with this theory, he must have his own solution.

He first agreed with Chen Taili's opinion, and then asked, "But what do you think of the world now?"

This question made Chen Taili a little confused. He felt that he could not keep up with Mo Zibu's train of thought, and for a moment he didn't know what this meant.

Tao Weide on his left, however, had a look of shock in his eyes. He trembled a little and looked directly into Mo Zibu's eyes for the first time. This guy had already thought of something.

"The world is now experiencing its second downfall. The Eastern Barbarians have occupied the Central Plains for a hundred and fifty years. They shave their heads and change their clothes, inquiring into literary inquisitions. The aristocratic families and Confucian scholars of the north are all terrified by the butcher's knife and dare not speak, becoming nothing more than cynics.

At the same time, since the end of the Ming Dynasty, the barbarians from the West have gradually moved eastward and have occupied India, Ceylon, the island sultanates and Luzon. Their wolfish ambitions are obvious.

They have strong ships and powerful guns, which are extraordinary and can be defeated. They are bandits and bullies who are more powerful than the Eastern Tartars.

Moreover, although the Eastern Tartars shaved their heads and changed their clothes, they still had Chinese faces. The Western Barbarians had blond hair and blue eyes, and were covered with long hair, looking like Rakshasas. They believed in the Great Qin Religion and did not worship their ancestors. They were a different species.

They are eyeing our southern country covetously. If one day they come in large numbers, who can resist them and who can rescue them?
"As a member of the Chinese race, do I have to ask the Eastern Tartars for help? Even if I ask, and the Eastern Tartars can save me, what should I do if they ask me to shave my head and change my clothes?"

"So..." Chen Taili's expression was very complicated. He didn't know whether it was because of shock or the impact was too strong, but the boss who was almost seventy years old had crashed.

"So, brother, look at me. I look a bit like the Hongwu Emperor!"

Mo Zibu smiled faintly, looked at Chen Taili, then looked at Tao Weide and Ruan Jiuce, and said slowly.

“The so-called reluctance of the high-ranking families of the Southern Kingdom of Jinghan to return is nothing more than a matter of interests.

Because if you return, you will not be able to compete with the imperial examination families in your homeland to the north. You will not gain any political benefits, nor will you have the blessing of sharing the same fate with the country. Instead, you will be "bled".

But if the next Hongwu Taizu did not originate from Huaixi, but from Nanyang, wouldn’t that solve everything?”

"How confident are you, Your Majesty?" Chen Taili seemed to have lost his mind, sitting there motionless. On the contrary, Tao Weide was bold enough to ask Mo Zibu if he was confident.

"Well," Mo Zibu glanced at Tao Weide with a half-smile, "that's up to Mr. Tao to decide for himself.

I just want to tell you three that this is the only chance for you to finally shed your barbarian identity and truly become a Han Chinese.

Moreover, I will not give you too many places, because some people who are not clear-headed are not worthy of being saved.

You can’t be a Han Chinese just because you want to.”

After finishing the long speech, Mo Zibu felt a little dry-mouthed. In fact, he could continue to analyze the pros and cons for these guys, but they were not worth Mo Zibu's energy.

"I might as well say one more thing, brother, time is running out. I'll give you three days to think about it.

Now that the war in West Borneo is over, the army is on its way back, and 30,000 elite Siamese soldiers are also heading north.

This is a glorious moment for the Han people. If you, the high-ranking members of the Jinghan clan, do not participate, then don't blame the times for leaving you behind."

(End of this chapter)