Domineering Daming

But one of the women, the sister Jing they called, kept raising her head, staring straight at the queue, and was shouting to make the dishes that were originally only one vegetarian and two meat dishes evenly turned into two meat and two vegetarian dishes, as if A stingy woman in the market, bargaining with the aunt who serves the rice, is not ashamed at all.

It has been almost two years since Shang Jing came to Daming, and she has not seen Zhu Xu a few times in total, but she is still deeply impressed by the Lord of China.

She used to think that this emperor was too cowardly, without assertiveness, not the kind of indomitable man she had imagined, but after staying in the capital for nearly two years, she deeply felt that Daming was moving forward vigorously like a giant ship. Scroll, she also listened to those gossips.

The person she thought of before was not the same as what she thought, very different, and she was quite contradictory, weird, and a little curious.

——This person is also completely different from those people she has seen!

Shang Jing was accustomed to wearing a veil, her eyes flickered, she glanced at Zhang Yun who was beside Zhu Xu, and lowered her head slightly.

Zhu Xu sat on a big table, looked at the two meat and two vegetables on the plate, and felt very satisfied, as if he had taken advantage of it, he waved his chopsticks and greeted: "Don't be restrained, you can eat whatever you want, Cao Huachun , you guys go eat too, come on, Song Aiqing, move your chopsticks..."

Song Yingxing looked at Zhu Xu who had already buried his head in his mouth, but still felt a little uncomfortable. This kind of scene was a bit paradoxical.

Zhang Yun watched Zhu Xu eat, and she also moved her chopsticks. Although it was a simple meal, there was nothing she couldn't adapt to.

Zhang Rongju suddenly smiled, and said to the bewildered crowd: "The palace has always been frugal, you may have never been there, the palace is not full of rich clothes and fine food, my Ming Dynasty is so difficult now, how can the emperor still eat delicacies from mountains and seas, come on, move your chopsticks ..."

Relying on being Zhu Xu, Zhang Yun's elder, he said a few words to smooth things over.

When the people at the table heard this, they immediately wanted to flatter them.

Zhu Xu buried his head and waved his chopsticks, saying: "Eating is not a word. Hurry up and eat. In the afternoon, I will go to the library with the queen. I didn't have time last time, so I will go read a book this time."

When everyone heard this, they responded, and hurriedly buried their heads in eating, and they couldn't let Zhu Xu wait for them to finish eating.

Zhu Xu thought the food in this cafeteria was not bad, fresh and refreshing, and very appetizing. If he hadn't taken care of it, he really wanted to go and get another one.

After eating for a while, Zhu Xu wiped his mouth, looked at Zhang Yun and said, "Are you full? If you're not full, take another."

Zhang Yun has always had a small appetite. Although she is pregnant, she doesn't eat much. She shook her head slightly and said, "The concubine is full."

Zhu Xu felt a little regretful. He sat and waited for a while, looked at Song Yingxing and the others, and said, "Let's take a break, Song Aiqing, please make a list of the relevant plans of the Political Council and the development plan, simple and detailed, and I will take them back. have a look."

Song Yingxing was overjoyed when he heard it, and said, "Yes."

Chapter 1135 Li Dingguo

After dinner, Zhu Xu took Zhang Yun and others to wander around the scientific research building. After half an hour, he went downstairs, walked on the path, and talked about the affairs of the Political Yuan.

Accompanied by Song Yingxing and Zhang Rongxuan, they talked about some big and small matters of the Political Yuan, expressing difficulties explicitly or secretly.

Relying on his status, Zhang Rongxuan followed Zhu Xu, paused for a moment, and said: "Your Majesty, the cabinet and the Ministry of Households are stuck with the budget of the Government Council, and it is too late. Last year, the cabinet secretly deducted 20 taels. If we continue to deduct this year , the Political Council may be unsustainable..."

Zhu Xu actually knew about this, not only the government council, but also the projects of the Ministry of Industry, the money and food of the immigration department, and the money and food for disaster relief.

This is also helpless, the treasury is dwindling day by day, but the places used for it are constantly increasing.

The palms and backs of the hands were full of flesh, Zhu Xu walked slowly, when suddenly he glanced at Zhang Yun from the corner of his eye.

Zhang Yun blinked, and immediately understood, said: "Your Majesty, there are still some expenses in the palace. The concubine will go back and have a look, maybe he can squeeze out some more, why don't you give it to your lords..."

Song Yingxing looked at Zhang Yun with an excited expression, the Political Yuan was too short of money.

Zhang Rongju is just appreciative and gratified, this is the demeanor that the lord of the middle palace should have!If the queen of their Zhang family has always been like this, why worry about losing her position!

Zhu Xu smiled, and then said calmly: "I still have some internal money, and I will collect it from other places, and I will give you 50 yuan. Only a few of us know about it. Don't spread it. If the cabinet finds out Come on, trouble me, don't blame me for going back again..."

Song Yingxing was overjoyed and was about to salute immediately. Zhu Xu helped him and said, "Forget it, I know, your money is treated as two-petaled flowers, and the cabinet is also the same. Please be considerate and stop complaining. Do more things, the elders in the cabinet are all virtuous ministers, no one is corrupt, self-serving, and there will inevitably be differences in state affairs. The key is to manage and control it well, not to expand, let alone fight in groups, and then create a political council to send out... ..."

Although what Zhu Xu said was mild and mild, but Song Yingxing, Zhang Rongyu and other senior officials of the Political Council were nothing short of shocking.

The "Zhengyuan faction" has long been a storm in the city among the people or in the ruling and opposition parties. Many people know it well, but they don't point it out. They think that this "Zhengyuan faction" was deliberately cultivated by the emperor in front of him.

Song Yingxing and the others were nervous and looked at each other. Song Yingxing said very carefully, "I would like to report to the emperor, the Political Yuan has never had the intention of forming a party. All members of the Political Yuan, whether it is officials or students, are strictly prohibited from colluding. Forming cliques, forming cliques for personal gain..."

Zhu Xu glanced at them, seeing that they were all silent, and said with a smile, "I'll just say it casually, there's no need to be so nervous."

Song Yingxing and the others still didn't dare to be careless, and many people had cold sweat on their faces.

I don’t know how far back the party struggle in Ming Dynasty was, but after Jiajing, it became more and more fierce, and reached its peak in the Tianqi Dynasty, but now, how can anyone in the ruling and opposition parties dare to form a party?

Where is the Donglin Party that flourished for a while?Where is the eunuch?

Who would dare touch these two words lightly!

Zhu Xu stopped when he clicked, and walked towards the library in a leisurely manner.

The Royal Political Council, this place has gradually attracted attention, and it is destined to become a place that cannot be ignored in the future. If this place forms a clique, the consequences will be more dire than Donglin!

Song Yingxing is responsible for the specific affairs of the Political Yuan. He has vaguely discovered that the students of the Political Yuan, even professors and doctors, have many different ideas and views on government affairs. If this continues to develop and there are three or five "cliques" in the Political Council, the consequences will be terrible!

They didn't care about it before, but now that Zhu Xu made such a call, Song Yingxing, Zhang Rongyu and others looked at each other with solemn faces.

If cronies really appeared in the Political Yuan, they would be the first to bear the brunt!

Several people looked at each other, with different thoughts, followed Zhu Xu to the library.

After a while, everyone crossed the Lixing Lake and some small gardens, and came to a huge four-story building on the west side of the Political Yuan.

Song Yingxing had calmed down, looked at the hall, and said: "Your Majesty, this library currently has more than 80 volumes of books, and the number is increasing every day. The ministers are trying their best to collect all kinds of ancient books, orphans, and fragments for restoration. , preservation, etc., were published at the same time, and distributed to libraries in various places. Thousands of readers from all over the world came to this library every day, and many of them never came out once they entered. Doubled..."

Zhu Xu looked at the building with his hands behind his back, his eyes flickering hotly.

There is no shortage of scholars in Ming Dynasty, but there is a lack of books and places where you can borrow books and read them. Generally, if a small rich family wants to cultivate a scholar, they have to work hard for a generation or even several generations. However, most of them may not be able to "go to high school once, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven".

This library has a huge expectation of Zhu Xu. Now, it has already taken steps to build a prototype. What he has to do is to continue to support it and wait for it to blossom and bear fruit.

Thinking about it, Zhu Xu lifted his foot up.

Song Yingxing followed behind and said: "Your Majesty, there are four floors in total. Each floor has three large reading halls, which can accommodate 500 people at the same time. Each floor is divided according to the subset of classics and history. There are also some books about agriculture, industry, commerce, and various schools of thought. It is collected by ministers and others through various channels, sorted out, for everyone to read and transcribe, there is no limit..."

As Zhu Xu was listening, a few students happened to come downstairs. When they saw Song Yingxing and the others, they quickly raised their hands and said in a low voice, "The students have seen Mr. Song."

Song Yingxing nodded and waved his hand to let them go first.

These students had good eyesight, glanced at Zhu Xu and the others, and left quickly.

Song Yingxing said in a low voice: "The ministers here strictly stipulate that no loud noises are allowed. If you want to communicate, you can go to the Zhixing Pavilion on the edge of each floor."

Zhu Xu said "hmm", went up to the first floor, walked quietly in the corridor, and observed the inside of the door.

They are all huge rooms, with bookcases spanning half the hall, filled with books, long tables and benches filled with people, there are hundreds of people who are looking down, transcribing, and reciting silently.

Some of these people raised their heads, but they only glanced at Zhu Xu and the others, and continued to look down at the book, extremely serious, obviously commonplace, and didn't care much about who came.

Zhu Xu walked slowly, and through the glass window, he could still see some people from the Political Yuan patrolling, saying something in a low voice from time to time, and those who read the book nodded repeatedly.