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Chapter 393 Talking about North and South with Lao Zhu

The warrior standing in the Hall of Martial Arts, armed with a sword, stood still at the entrance of the hall. Seeing Zhu Biao approaching, he immediately stepped forward to salute Zhu Biao: "His Royal Highness."

Zhu Biao vaguely heard the immature voice of a child coming from the hall, like his own little boy, asking the warrior with his eyes.

"His Majesty, it is His Majesty and the little emperor's grandson who are Xiao Le inside."

"This kid is delaying things."

Zhu Yuanzhang vaguely heard voices at the door, left the imperial case, bent over and walked out of the hall with a short leg, and slowly led him to the door.

Hearing Zhu Biao's words that the child was delaying things, Emperor Zhu raised his eyebrows like a sword, but he still patiently brought out his short legs slowly.

Followed by the Minister of the Ministry of officials.

Just as Zhu Biao finished talking with the warriors in front of the hall, he suddenly caught a glimpse of old Zhu squatting quietly at the entrance of the hall, holding Zhu Yunchi's waist with one hand and grabbing his arm with the other.

He couldn't help being startled, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Father..."

Zhu Yunchi looked at Zhu Yuanzhang, and shouted to Zhu Biao in a childlike voice: "Father."

Said that our grandson is in the way, and we see your kid in the way, Lao Zhu glanced at him coldly: "Come in with us."

The Minister of the Ministry of Officials greeted him, and then left the Wuying Hall.

Zhu Biao followed behind anxiously, he may have said something wrong, Lao Zhu looked like he had picked his peaches.

Back in the hall, Lao Zhu sat on his chair, put Zhu Yunchi in front of the imperial case, spoke softly, and glanced at Zhu Biao: "Who did you say was delaying things? What do you mean, tell us. "

Of course it was the child in your arms who delayed things, Zhu Biaoxin said.But he still told a white lie: "Oh, I mean, this kid Xia Yuanji is delaying things."

You think we will believe it, Lao Zhu expressed that he heard it, but he didn't want to pursue it because of this, and said lightly: "What's the matter, let's read Hu Weiyong's memorabilia."

"What does dad mean?"

"Whatever you do, do whatever you want. There are also silver coins in the national treasury. Last year, there were more than 1000 million banknotes alone, and the Weaving Bureau and the Ming Commercial Bureau contributed most of them."

It's better to be a dear father.

"What did the Minister of the Ministry of Officials come to do just now?"

"Let's talk to him about the matter. Look at the 31 counties of the six prefectures in Shaanxi last time. You arrested a lot of offenders. There are still vacancies. The courts in the central and southern courts are out of balance."

Zhu Biao naturally knew that in the recent years of imperial examinations, no examiners had cheated for personal gain, and there was a reason why candidates from the north were not as good as those from the south.

The north was ruled by Jin people and Yuan people successively for nearly a hundred years, and they were not familiar with education. At that time, the war was biased towards the north. The wars continued for years, and they were very unfamiliar with scientific research.

Lao Zhu didn't want to lose the hearts of the people in the north, nor did he want to create a situation where the Zhejiang Party and the Huaixi Party dominated the court.

"The Ming Dynasty has been in existence for several years, but the scholars in the north are always on the sidelines. What has been defeated is not only the articles and poems, but also the people's hearts for the court. It is too difficult to recover."

After a long time, our Daming was controlled by the two parties and became the southern Daming, which is equivalent to cutting off half of the Daming and throwing it north of the Yangtze River.

If things go on like this, disappointment turns to disappointment. This time the people in the north were bewitched by the believers because of a big reason, and there is a stone man with one eye, stirring up rebellion in the Yellow River. What's the point?

"Our father and son have to think about how to make the economy of the north equal to that of the south of the south. Only when the north and the south are complete can the Ming Dynasty be unified. If the gap is getting bigger and bigger, there will be no peace."

"Many of the recruits admitted by the National Academy of Scholars this year are craftsmen from the north. They were influenced by craftsmen from the Yuan Dynasty, which is good. But a glass of water can't save the fire.

I heard that there are sweet potatoes overseas, and the growth of potatoes and sweet potatoes in the north will also increase. In addition, I have already made the National Academy of Sciences and the Imperial Academy to favor the north.

Jiangnan's economy and culture are developed, so there are more students trained, and every time an exam is taken, the test questions are given by Jiangnan talents.But these are unintentional moves. "

Imperial examination, what is the purpose of technology.

It is to win over and select talented people from all over the world to serve the court. If it is because of this, it will cause inequality between the north and the south.

There is no distinction between north and south in the Ming Dynasty, and the Han people in the world are one family.Only by working together can the territory of Ming Dynasty be expanded thousands of miles.

It is wise and correct for Lao Zhu to have this kind of consideration and foretell in advance.

"What do you think?"

"Those who don't plan for the overall situation are not enough to plan for a region. Those who don't plan for eternity are not enough to plan for a moment." Zhu Biao finished speaking and glanced at Lao Zhu.

"My son hopes to build more weaving branches in the north. The wool and cotton in the north. Cattle, sheep and horses are all available. According to local conditions, select suitable crops in the north."

"We can look for mineral deposits, open more smelters, and pay more attention to and support the primary schools, middle schools, and government schools in the north."

Lao Zhu smiled: "If you dare to persuade us to divide the north and the south based on the science and technology of the imperial examination, we will think that you can only be a qualified Confucian scholar, not an emperor."

"However, after listening to your words, we are very satisfied that you can tell the strengths of the north and the south. In the whole world, could it be the land of the king. Could it be the land of the king, the subjects of the king."

Zhu Biao nodded: "Yes, you can't give up just because the other party is weak, and you should spend more time to support the weak ones."

"We are different from hundreds of officials. They are in charge of one side. We are in charge of the entire territory of the Ming Dynasty, with tens of millions of people."

Zhu Biao paused, and proposed to teach the north a new type of loom, as well as the iron and steel smelting researched by the National Academy of Scholars.

"My son thinks that doctors should bring the latest medical skills to the northern provinces and teach them to those who have the heart and virtue of medicine."

The two were fascinated by the discussion, but they didn't realize that the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder rang out.

"Biao'er, it's going to rain, take Chi'er back first." Old Zhu looked outside and urged Zhu Biao to go back.

Zhu Biao took Zhu Yunchi with him, followed by several servants, and headed towards the East Palace.

Not long after returning to Changle Hall, the raindrops fell, and the rain poured down like cats and dogs.

The nurse took the child away, and Zhu Biao simply said a few words, meaning that the child should not be disturbed when he was busy.

Mrs. Chang came over to help Zhu Biao take off his robe and said, "Yu Yi came here to take it away, and this concubine will pay attention next time."

The maid delivered the food, and Zhu Biao took a bite and said, "The food in Donggong Restaurant is really..."

"Isn't it delicious?"

"Fortunately, some people can't even eat these meals." Zhu Biao sighed, picked up the bowl and started to eat.

The heavy rain was drifting, and it was getting dark quickly.

Some people laugh, some people mourn.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
In the Ministry of Punishment, the Dengwen drum sounded rapidly.

The sound of the drums and the heavy rain were mixed together and spread far away.

The door of the criminal department creaked open, and the head was exposed inside. Looking at the middle-aged man and the young man, he asked, "Hey, what are you knocking on, and I don't even look at the time."

"My lord, we are here to sue the imperial court. My eldest son has been missing for several months."

"Where are you from?"

"The villain is a surname from Kunshan County, Suzhou Prefecture."

The yamen servant on duty waved his hand and said, "You're blind, it's raining so hard, and besides, you have to rest for two days and come back in a few days."

"Hey, sir, please accommodate me." The middle-aged man handed a bag of broken silver to the yamen servant on duty.

The yamen servant weighed it in his hand, stuffed it into his bosom and said, "Uncle, everyone has gone back now except for the night watchman. Come back tomorrow."

The gate of the Criminal Department closed, leaving the middle-aged man and the young man walking into the rain.

"Father, I'm hungry, but we have no money."

"It's okay, dad will take you to find a ruined temple, and go to the Yamen tomorrow, I don't believe your brother disappeared without any reason."

The two sold all their property.From Kunshan County, Suzhou Prefecture to the capital.

In the middle of the night, the middle-aged man found that his youngest son had a fever. He caught some rainwater in a broken pot, lit it with dry rotten wood, and boiled hot water.

He took out the dry biscuits left in his arms and dipped them in hot water for the young man to eat.

The middle-aged man patted his son's head, knelt outside the ruined temple and cried loudly: "You are not giving us poor people a way to survive."

The thunder rumbled, and the heavy rain continued to fall.The next morning, the rain stopped and the sky cleared.The capital city was full of people coming and going, and it was bustling and bustling again.

　Ask for a ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)