After Zhu Xu left the Governor's Office, Zou Weilian issued a ban to the Governor's Office, not allowing Zhu Xu's words in the Governor's Office to be leaked. .

But the entire Fujian was demoted to three levels in a row, and the noise was so great, how could it be hidden?

"The tyrant king! Since ancient times, it is difficult to have a good ending if it is a powerful military force!"

"Little did you know that when Qin II died, Emperor Wu of Han issued a series of edicts to commit crimes, and almost destroyed the country!"

"For some overseas pariahs, they went abroad to expeditions, and they were stunned!"

"What are the ministers in the Governor's Office doing? Let the foolish monarch do it!"

"My Ming Dynasty is over. When this foolish monarch is underground, how can I meet my ancestors and ancestors of the Ming Dynasty?"

In the deep mansions, countless people were cursing at Zhu Xu, hating him extremely, and even crying bitterly, crying to see the unworthy descendant of Zhu Xu.

Fujian Academy.

This is the largest public academy in Fujian, which is directly under the Royal Court. It has 400 students. Although it was established a little late, it is relatively large to accept students.

Tibetan, a young man in his twenties was reading a book called "Miscellaneous Notes of the Western Barbarians". He was very interesting and had no clothes to wear.

This was translated by Xu Guangqi and the missionaries at the time, recording the customs and customs of European countries. Many things are very different from those of the Ming Dynasty. They look quite fresh, eye-opening and fascinating.

Next to him was a little boy of six or seven years old, with a fair face and a book in his hand, a straight body and a focused expression, not worse than his brother at all.

I don’t know when it started, but the silent whispers rang out.

Both brothers frowned and looked at each other. The young man stood up and wanted to dissuade him, but not long after he came back, sat there, frowned without saying a word, with a solemn expression.

The little boy didn't move, just staring at his brother's side face quietly.

After a while, the young man whispered in the little boy's ear for a while, then continued to think and stared blankly.

The little boy also frowned, his little face fell into thought.

After a while, he said, "Brother, do you think my Ming Dynasty is like a 'pig pen'?"

Of course, what has caused the debate now is Zhu Xu's severe reprimand in the governor's office, and the special one is the "pig pen theory".

The young man was still thinking hard and did not respond. It was obvious that Zhu Xu's words had a great impact and he could not escape now.

The little boy blinked and said for a while, "I think the emperor is right. People are not pigs. You can't be trapped. You can eat and wait for death. You have no ambition and aspiration to be promising."

The military and national affairs involved in this are complex and difficult to understand. Even young people cannot figure out how to solve their problems for their younger brother.

"Husband, you read the book first. These are not what you want to think now." The young man suppressed his annoyance and said to the little boy.

Wang Fuzhi nodded slightly, turned around, and picked up the book again, without any doubt on his face, puzzled.

Wang Jiezhi nodded silently, his younger brother was even more intelligent and intelligent.

For example, there are many other brothers of Wang Fu. Many things are changing dramatically in the Ming Dynasty, and various thoughts are also surging. The most influential one is naturally the word "utilitarian" brought by the huge administrative force. This is practiced by Zhu Xu and pursued by the imperial court.

However, it also formed an opposition with a large number of people, and it was quite sharp. It can be said that this was one of the root causes of the confrontation between the Ming Dynasty court represented by Zhu Xu and the officials and gentry class.

Zou Weilian is writing a memorial book, which is what Zhu Xu talked about.

Zou Weilian was also from the imperial examination, and his knowledge was not bad. If you say that he would give him a random topic, the articles he wrote were definitely not worse than those of the adults in the court. However, Zhu Xu gave them very differently.

He instinctively wanted to write according to his habits, but the emperor's words were obviously to break through his current consistent ideas. This was really a difficult and painful thing for him. It was not that he could not write, but that he did not agree with it.

After writing some, he stopped writing, frowned and couldn't continue.

That theory of "pigpen" is too hurtful. It is a kind of criticism, a kind of denial, which denies the past, the present, the people he regards as role models, and the present.

It is undoubtedly the most painful thing to be denied by someone.

Zou Weilian frowned, his face full of haggardness, and he couldn't write the pen under his hand.

An old servant walked in, looked at his appearance and said, "Master, if you can't continue writing, please find someone to write."

Zou Weilian put down his pen and shook his head. He couldn't do such a thing as writing.

The old servant looked at Zou Weilian and said, "Master, the emperor has clearly had a strong intention to go south this time. Shan, Dong, Nanzhili, now it is Fujian. If you don't write, you will definitely change to someone else to write, and the noise will only be greater."

Zou Weilian nodded silently, he had already seen it.

This time the emperor came to Fujian and would never leave after saying a few words. However, this emperor was quite stubborn, had a strong personality, no one could dissuade him, and he was in power, acted without any scruples, and he did everything based entirely on his own preferences.

Zou Weilian pondered for a while, but felt heavy in his heart. He was so stressed that he couldn't breathe. After a while, he sighed softly and said, "I'll handle it." As he said that, he picked up the pen again, and still felt that the pen was as heavy as a mountain and could not put it down.

Zhu Xu was not very aware that the influence of his actions had penetrated to this point, which brought a huge impact to the scholars and officialdom.

Now he has washed and gone to bed, but he hasn't had a good sleep these two days.

He fell asleep, and the Navy opened his eyes wide open, and was busy.

Zhu Youjian was leading a group of people in the combat room, paddling around the map, seriously discussing tactics and tactics.

Some of these people were selected from each army and had strict training in the Royal Military Academy, while others graduated from the Military Academy and were assigned here, all of which were similar to the role of "staff officer".

"Prince, the battlefield is nothing more than two places. It is better to fight an annihilation battle, lead the enemy to a certain place, and use our cannons to annihilate it!"

"It's not appropriate. The enemy has more fleets than us and cannot surround them. They are not stupid. They should still snipe in segments, constantly consume the enemy's sharpness, and then fight to the decisive battle. Our cannon range has an advantage..."

"No! Our fleet is already small, and if we divide the troops, it will weaken on its own. The officials believe that island sniping should be carried out to force the enemy to attack the island, consume the enemy, and consume their warships..."

"This is not feasible, we cannot fight head-on. We must exchange the greatest victory at the lowest price. The official suggested that the method of eating elephants by ants is gradually eroding..."

A group of people were arguing with each other, and Zhu Youjian listened silently, and after a while, he said, "Five people in groups, choose the most appropriate tactics and discuss them!"

"Yes!" The group of people responded, all the old methods, and they discussed separately.

Zhu Youjian himself was also thinking that naval battles were the first time for the Ming Dynasty. This was completely different from land battles. Tactics and tactics needed to be carefully considered and considered again and again.

At the same time, in the waters east of Taiwan, warships were brightly lit, shaking in the dark, quietly waiting for prey, ready to catch them at any time.

The traffic is very underdeveloped now, especially on the sea, with huge seas and slow ship speeds. The Ming Dynasty arranged pockets on the sea. Even if it was a large-scale fishing in the Ming Dynasty a few hours ago, the Spanish, Dutch and the Chinese still had no idea. Merchant ships traveling from south to north still kept passing by without any defense according to the plan.

These fleets of the Ming Dynasty were lurking giants, swallowing these merchant ships one by one.

He Demiao is now in the north, responsible for observing merchant ships coming from Ryukyu and Japan.

Ryukyu is now a transit station for the Ming Dynasty and Japan to trade with the Red-haired people. Although Japan is closed to the country, it still has reservations, and some vassal states have been secretly trading.

The ships were rising and falling on the sea, and the telescope was pitch black.

"Oh, I suffered a loss. I would have been guarding the south if I had known it. Now I can't even drink soup..." He Demiao put down his telescope and said unwillingly.

The same was true for the several lieutenants around him. Others were escorting the merchant ships one after another and rushing to seek credit. They were so good that they were wandering around the sea except for the first time.

Several people were staring there, and He Demiao sat on the deck and smashed his mouth, which was not a bad feeling.

A captain also put down his telescope and came over and said, "Sir, why don't we drink some?"

"Fart!" He Demiao looked around and said angrily: "Be honest with me. Whoever dares to violate military orders is the first thing I can do to get serious!"

‘"Yes!" The people around him responded quickly, but they complained in their hearts that you would violate the ban at the base.
Chapter completed!