Chapter 100 How to suppress the Jiangnan gentry?

"How are the sprouts doing?"

In the palace, Queen Xu was annoyed by Zhu Di's same questions.

"Your Majesty, why have you been paying attention to those sprouts these past two days?"

Zhu Di refused the service of the palace maid and wore Yanju's regular clothes. While putting it on, he said to Empress Xu on the couch behind him.

"Secret, I'll tell you after I succeed."

Not long after, the maid who was sent to watch the sprouts grow came back.

"Your Majesty, the two sides are almost the same. There are no changes visible to the naked eye."

Zhu Di sighed lightly when he heard this, but didn't say anything.

"Your Majesty, are you going to the cabinet?" Queen Xu asked as she stood up with disheveled hair.

"I'm not going to the cabinet." Zhu Di put on the rhinoceros belt and said, "I'm going to the Datianjie Temple. I heard that the old monk's madness has stabilized recently."

Empress Xu muttered: "For such a large group of people, almost seventy years old, who are still pondering new knowledge every day, anyone else would be crazy."

"Hmph, we have been through thick and thin for more than twenty years, and the old monk has been unkind to me. How can I still be unjust to him?" As usual, Zhu Di inserted a meat-cutting dagger that had been used for many years into the blade of his cowhide boots.

"I will treat him as a lunatic and bring some fruits and vegetables to express my condolences. If I don't go and see him today, I will have to wait until I return to Nanjing."

Empress Xu was silent for a moment, but she didn't say anything. She just arranged her husband's clothes, just like she did before every expedition.

But in the end I couldn't help but ask.

"If you want to share the labor with us, do you have to lead the troops yourself?"

Zhu Di lowered his head and said seriously: "You know my habits."

“Either don’t do it or never do it.”

Datianjie Temple.

The smell of autumn has spread in this peaceful temple.

The young novice monks are sweeping the autumn leaves that have begun to fall with big brooms, the old monks are wrapping themselves in clothes that are tighter than in previous years, and the pious expressions of the nearby farmers who come to pray for the autumn harvest all show that autumn is really coming.

Already.

"Tuk~"

Zhu Di, who was wearing a black robe, walked slowly to the door and knocked on the door. He personally carried a basket of fresh fruits and vegetables in his other hand, which was also decorated with a bouquet of red and white wild chrysanthemums, which was obviously the handiwork of Empress Xu.

Several passing monks bowed respectfully to His Majesty the Emperor. In the past few months since Zhu Di ascended the throne, the situation of Buddhism and Taoism that had been suppressed during the Jianwen Dynasty had obviously improved.

The most intuitive thing is that the money for incense has gradually increased.

No one opened the door, so Zhu Di pushed the door open and walked in.

Saw the Buddha statue in the room.

With a gentle smile on his face, Zhu Di saluted the Tathagata Buddha and inserted the bright bouquet in his hand into the ashes of the incense burner in front of him with his strong knuckles.

"I'm just saying, if a grown man doesn't feel comfortable bringing this to a meeting, just give it to Buddha and his old man, and he will feel at ease immediately." Zhu Di thought to himself.

Looking at the clean and empty Zen room, Zhu Di raised his voice to the study room.

"Old monk, are you still alive?"

"Thanks to His Majesty's concern, he is still alive."

Zhu Di pulled the sliding screen on the inside and walked in.

The study room is filled with a mountain-like pile of various books, including Buddhist scriptures, Taoist canon, Confucius and Mencius. Everything is available.

But none of this seemed to be noticed by Dao Yan.

In Dao Yan's eyes, there was only a letter placed on the desk with sapphire paperweights pressing the two ends.

"Why don't you call me 'bloodsucker' today?"

Zhu Di put the basket of fruits and vegetables in his hand on the cabinet at the door of the study and walked towards Dao Yan's position.

"Your Majesty is the True Dragon Emperor, how can he be a blood-sucking insect? Who said that Your Majesty is a blood-sucking insect? I will go and argue with him right away."

Daoyan raised his head and smiled, looking much more normal.

Zhu Di sneered and said: "I was the emperor who was killed on the battlefield by myself with swords and spears. Even if it is a blood-sucking insect, it is just a joke. The old monk drank the blood of the enemy and was thirsty. What do you want to understand?"

Dao Yan did not answer Zhu Di's questions directly, but instead talked about a few small things.

"Your Majesty should still remember that two months ago, I returned to my hometown in Changzhou County (part of Suzhou Prefecture)."

Zhu Di nodded slightly, indicating that he remembered.

"well"

Dao Yan sighed and said, "That old sister is over seventy years old."

"Is your husband still alive? But you want a royal decree?" Zhu Di didn't care. "What kind of official position or royal decree do you want? Just write it yourself and give it to me."

"That's not what I meant."

Dao Yan shook his head and said: "On my way home, I heard children from Suzhou Prefecture singing nursery rhymes on the roadside - Yan Nanfei, the country is in chaos, the people are suffering, who is sad?"

Zhu Di sneered.

"My old sister didn't let me enter the house. She called me a rebellious minister and a traitor, so she scolded me back."

"I went to see my old friend Wang Bin, but he refused to see me. He only said that the monk was wrong. The monk was wrong."

The new rosary beads in Daoyan's hand kept spinning: "Your Majesty, do you know what I mean by this?"

"The Jiangnan gentry cannot compete with me if they are tough, so they are starting to play soft."

Zhu Di's eyes became extremely gloomy and cold, as if ice flowers were about to condense.

The gentry class in Jiangnan controlled the right to speak in most cities and vast villages. On the surface, they obeyed Zhu Di, but behind the scenes, they used nursery rhymes, scripts and other literary and obscure ways to slander and insult Zhu Di, thereby devaluing the legitimacy of Zhu Di's rule.

sex.

This is Zhu Di's most helpless situation.

Because his always invincible blade cannot solve it.

This is a battle without smoke outside the battlefield.

This is,

——The battle after the war!

The civil servants promoted by the Jiangnan gentry who Zhu Di could kill were full of heads. He could kill Fang Xiaoru and the ten tribes who had lost the seeds of learning. Zhu Di could kill whoever he wanted.

But, can Zhu Di kill all the Jiangnan scholars?

As long as the Jiangnan scholars who have cultivated and studied for generations cannot be killed cleanly, Zhu Di will always face this problem.

Literary men don't use swords to kill people, but they can slander your reputation and your military exploits behind your back to nothing.

What will be written in the history books of future generations?

In the battle of Jingnan, it was not you, Zhu Di, who was the most powerful.

It's because after becoming a famous general, Li Jinglong is a useless person on paper.

It's because every time you fight, there is a strong wind to help you.

It's because Hong Wu and his ministers have colluded with each other a long time ago.

In short, it's not you who is great.

Zhu Di looked up at his prime minister in black.

"Old monk, what do you think we should do?"

Dao Yan did not answer directly, but asked: "Your Majesty plans to personally lead a large number of troops this time to go to Susong, Jiahu and other prefectures to promote commune service. Do you intend to use force to suppress the opposition of the Jiangnan gentry?"

Zhu Di has no need to hide anything. As the emperor, he is the only person in this world who can be called a "friend".

Zhu Di responded affirmatively.

"Yes, whether it is cutting down the vassal vassal or adding slaves to the country, my ultimate goal is to eliminate the internal opposition forces, first secure the throne, and then move the capital and conquer Mobei."

"My knife, to kill the personal head in Su Songjia Lake, and the blood flows into a river!"

Dao Yan suddenly asked: "If Su Songjia Lake is very cooperative this time?"

"That's not more." Zhu Xi suddenly realized.

"You mean, Jiangnan gentlemen will cooperate on the surface to avoid your edge. After the soldiers' soldiers are gone, what should I do, and I will continue to slander with a soft knife?"

Dao Yan nodded and said, "Yes, what about this situation, what should I do?"

"This question is what I just asked you." Zhu Xi said without any concealment of his emotions, and said displeasedly.

Dao Yan was not annoyed. He smiled and knocked down his finger to the other end of the book case. There was a scarf on it. There were a lot of neat manuscripts piled up in the scarf.

Zhu Xi picked up the manuscript from the scarf and read the previous page.

"When Yu Yan was a monk, the soldiers were chaotic. The year was nearly thirty.

Mr. Zhu Xi) Mr. Zhu Xi. "

"Mr. Three Born Zhao Song, and the saints who have passed on the saints are unreasonable. They can be described as the heroes of the world. They are the true Confucianism of the world.

As a conspiracy, the ancient and modern times, the strangeness! "

"Mr. San is both the Lord of Swen and the teacher of the later school.

The selfishness of the evil words is too much, and the people of the world are also uneasy.

This is a manuscript called "Dao Yu Lu". Dao Yan believes that the second Song of the Northern Song Dynasty (Cheng Yan, Cheng Yi), and the science system built by Zhu Xi, the Southern Song Dynasty, used one more selfishly to reprimand the Buddha.

The 28 articles in Cheng Shishu and 21 in Zhu Xi's quotations are refuted one by one.

Zhu Xi is thinking: "So do you plan to use this way to fight science from ideology?"
To be continued...