Ming dynasty grand dude

Zhan Ruoshui did not disappoint Mr. Zhang, he was indeed fighting for his reasons during that time.

There were a lot of rumors from the outside world, and even the Hongwen Annotation Academy planned to jointly sign a memorial to expel him.

Even if Zhan Ruoshui was under siege, he did not compromise.

I tried my best to get rid of the foolish theory in the commentary, but two fists were no match for four hands...

Even if he is rich in knowledge and five cars, he can't match the opponent's dozen mouths, and he can't stand the defeat and retreat.

One person has one argument, and he has to fight back against the criticisms of more than a dozen people at once.

Anyone who changes the battle will have to make mistakes, Mr. Zhang can understand.

"What do they want to do?! Back and forth, it's nothing more than those tricks."

Young Master Zhang smiled lightly, "You don't have to worry, the kid has his own countermeasures."

Zhan Ruoshui's face was solemn, and he fixedly looked at Young Master Zhang and bowed slightly.

"Mr. Chihu is determined not to be negligent! Behind these great Confucian scholars, there are nearly half of the famous people in Ming Dynasty..."

These are what Zhan Ruoshui is most worried about, they don't represent themselves.

Not only did they represent their own schools, but they offered to recommend them to join the Hongwen Annotation Academy...

There are very few celebrities in this world who can refuse this temptation!

You know, this is a classic commentary!

Hanging up the name can pass on the immortality of the future generations for thousands of years, who can withstand this temptation? !

And if you comment by yourself, there is also a "final right of interpretation" in it.

How do I punctuate a sentence, what does it mean.

Is there a better way to carry private goods than this? !

"Let them come..."

Grandpa Zhang smiled slightly and raised his hand.

Seeing that Miss Miao An took a volume of books and put them in the hands of Young Master Zhang.

"This is some of the kid's opinions, Mr. Ruoshui can take a look!"

While speaking, Zhang Xiaogong suddenly raised his head and looked up, "There is a guest, why don't you let me know?!"

Zhan Ruoshui got the scroll and was about to reply when he heard this.

Looking back, there is only a peach forest behind him, but there is no one there.

"Hahaha...you idiot! How did you develop your abilities?! This old man just arrived!"

Hearing a burst of laughter, Li Dongyang led Xie Qian out from behind the Taolin.

Zhan Ruoshui hurriedly got up and bowed, "Mr. Xiya, Mr. Muzhai..."

"Mr. Ruoshui, don't be too polite!"

After Li Dongyang and Xie Qian smiled back, they helped Zhan Ruoshui up.

He waved his hand to ask him to sit down together, and the sister Hattori who was beside him quickly brought a chair and placed it on it.

There were four people sitting around the tea table, and Grandpa Zhang was full of helplessness.

"You two are coming, why don't you say hello?!"

Li Dongyang twirled his beard with a smile, and said hilariously, "If I said hello, how could I see this volume?!"

With that said, Li Dongyang turned his head and smiled at Zhan Ruoshui.

"Mr. Ruoshui, can I have a look at the old man?!"

This... Zhan Ruoshui looked stunned, and then looked at the little father-in-law with a wry smile.

He hasn't read this book yet, and it was given to him by Zhang Xiaogong.

So he had to hand it over, which made him very embarrassed.

"Look and see!"

Old guy, old fox!Zhang Xiaogong said bitterly in his heart.

Hey!If the old man is not like this, how can you show your real skills to the old man? !

Li Dongyang still had that smiling look, hitting back at the young man with his eyes.

Do you really think that this old man has been a fool for decades? !You kid keeps secrets, you think the old man doesn't know? !

On the contrary, Xie Qian didn't think so much, staring at the scroll with curiosity.

Seeing this, Li Dongyang took the scroll from Zhan Ruoshui's hand with a smile and handed it to Xie Qian.

Xie Qian wasn't polite, so he couldn't wait to open it to take a look.

After all, Emperor Hongzhi took out Lord Zhang's remonstrance book and divided it into volume [-] for them to read.

Today's Xie Qian is really full of curiosity about these whimsical ideas of Mr. Zhang.

"Mr. Ruoshui is sure about this Jingyan debate?!"

After thanking Mr. Zhang for pouring tea, Li Dongyang asked Zhan Ruoshui, "I heard that Hongwen Academy is not peaceful!"

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Chapter 734 The North Wind Severely Blows the South Waves

"They can be peaceful, not long after."

Zhang Xiaogong looked at Li Dongyang firmly, and said word by word, "Frankly, I have no patience."

Li Dongyang sighed, he knew why Young Master Zhang would say this.

To be honest, he had made enough compromises and given enough time.

Those Confucian scholars are not qualified to know, but Li Dongyang and Xie Qian do.

Don't look at the current National Defense Forces with Jinmen cannons and huge warships with [-] materials, but they had these decades ago.

The nightmare of genocide and overthrow is pressing in his heart, it's not bad that Young Master Zhang can bear it for so long.

At that time, Emperor Hongzhi was short of announcing on the spot that the entire Ming Dynasty would enter wartime.

Fortunately, Grandpa Zhang really stabilized everything, and the cast artillery proved his words.

Under the threat of genocide, the military department, the cabinet, and the ministries that were to be established later pinched their noses and recognized it.

Why did Emperor Hongzhi condone the bully's nonsense in building a new imperial city? !

Isn't it the pressure of Nima to exterminate the genocide, which is on his mind? !

There is nothing wrong with being stronger and more urban, even if people really call at that time, they can hold on for a while.

This matter is regarded as the top secret of the Ming Empire, and the Bureau of Investigation and the Intelligence Department have been closely watching it.

None of the cabinet ministries dared to divulge a word. If this thing was leaked, it would be a family robbery and a disaster for the nine clans!

"This Jingyan debate is the boy's last patience..."

Zhang Xiaogong's words made Xie Qian, who had been flipping through the scroll beside him, raise his head in astonishment.

Seeing the youngest Ge Lao slowly put down the scroll in his hand, he asked softly.

"Chihuer, you can no longer..."

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Mr. Zhang.

"Boys have given them enough time! Enough opportunities!"

Xie Qian couldn't help but hesitate, and stopped talking.

There is nothing wrong with what Zhang Xiaogong said.

After several reforms, dare to say that scholars in this world have not taken advantage of it and have more outlets? !

Originally once every three years, with the exception of Enke, now once a year is already a great kindness.

Not to mention that all the ministries have their own courses and admissions, and also record grinding, verification, reconnaissance...etc.

The Xiangxu Education Department also gave the low-level scholars a great way out.

Hanging up the chapter of the Xiangxu Ministry of Education, walking in the countryside, receiving a salary, and teaching social studies, who doesn't bow down and call "Sir"? !

It can be said that countless scholars in the world have benefited from him.

Didn't he think about the scholars? !Obviously not!

However, the ignorance of those rotten Confucians completely angered him.

This touched his bottom line, which he could not tolerate.

"This time the sutra feast debate, if they understand the debate..."

Seeing Young Master Zhang getting up slowly, he looked at Li Xiya and the others word by word.

That slightly immature voice is powerful!

"If not, then XX will ruin their reputation!"

Li Dongyang's eyes widened in disbelief, and he stared at Young Master Zhang in a daze.

After a while, he sighed and said, "Why is this so..."

The autumn wind is getting cooler and winter is coming.

Different from worrying about rations, cattle and sheep in winter in previous years, this year's Tatar ministries live with great peace of mind.

The rest of the Tatar tribes were wiped out by the great King Huosai Khan and those black-armored troops of Ming Dynasty.

The last fattening before autumn not only fed the cattle and sheep, but also harvested a lot of pasture with the protection of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.

The carriages bought from the Ordnance Construction Bureau were even more loaded than their previous carriages.

There are also horse-drawn lawnmowers for grass harvesting, which makes it easier for them to collect pasture.

Although the newly built city is not particularly large, it can at least keep out the wind and snow.

The cattle and sheep pens had already been repaired for them, and by returning to the urban area, they also sold some of the cattle and sheep to the old and weak.

The strong ones can survive this winter safely with pastures.

Daming’s Huoyihui bought their cattle and sheep, and sold them coal stoves, iron woks, and carts of cheap briquettes.

A few briquettes can burn overnight, which is a surprise to the Tatars.

At the same time, fine salt, spices, and thick felt were also sold to them.

And the cheap rice from Daming, although it is already one, two, three, one stone here.

But this is a good thing after all, food is life in winter.

Abar is very satisfied with their current life, and they no longer have to worry about attacks from other tribes.

Daming equipped them with long knives, leather armor and iron arrows, and Abar was proud to be a member of the "Tartar Bravery".

Because of his brave status, he can go to war and win glory and silver coins for his family.

It is very good to be able to receive three buckets of food from the city lord every month.

Abal felt that he was living the best time, without worrying about food, cattle and sheep.

On weekdays, ten households constitute one Jia, and the head of Jia leads them to graze together.

From time to time, Ming's black armored cavalry patrols would pass by them, and they would greet them whenever they saw them flying the Ming's flag.

Sometimes they stop to rest, and even give them some salt or something.

"Abal! Come out!!"

I just returned to the tent at home, looking at my daughter-in-law's flushed face, thinking about what to do.

Then came the terrible voice.

Abal smiled helplessly at his daughter-in-law, and watched her leave the tent with disappointed eyes.

"Meng Gen! Although you are the leader of the armor, you can't just call me when I come back?!"