I'm really not the carpenter emperor

"If there are lies, if you dare to lie, you will not be able to become a regular person, and you will be decapitated!"

At the beginning of the second year of Apocalypse, Zhu Youxiao secretly set up the Jiaoshifu outside the factory guards, and the selection was extremely strict, divided into formal battles and school lieutenants.

Regardless of whether he is a relative or a school lieutenant, he must be a dead soldier who is loyal to the emperor, and he must have no worries, that is, he must be an orphan.

Once discovered, suicide is their best option.

So far, there are a total of [-] people in the Bureau of Complaints, eight of whom were transferred to the official establishment in the latest January because of their excellent intelligence investigations.

Every official staff member has to go through strict monitoring for at least one month to understand their every move before being called into the Jiaoshi Mansion to contribute to Emperor Tianqi.

Hearing this, the little school shuddered all over, and said: "Your life was saved by the emperor, how dare you lie."

"Okay, quickly report this matter to the capital, and report it to His Majesty." After talking about the matter, a smile appeared on his face, which had not seen any expression, and said:

"After this time, I will report and turn you into a formal case."

Hearing this, Xiaoxiao was very excited, and said again and again:

"Thank you, thank you!"

Seeing his appearance, Na Shi seemed very satisfied, and didn't continue talking, but there was a strange smile on his face that ordinary people couldn't detect.

Chapter 234 Building an Inner City Around the Confucian Mansion

In the capital, Emperor Tianqi put down the secret performance that had just been presented by the Ministry of Civil Affairs, stood up and kicked an official in front of him.

The official collapsed on the table of the Eight Immortals in a panic, and the tea and fruit that had not been removed from the table fell all over the floor.

Under the eyes of Wang Chaofu, the steward of the Qianqing Palace, the people of Xiaodu hurried forward and knelt down to clean up the mess.

In the blink of an eye, Gu Dazhang, who was transferred to be a member of the Ministry of Rites this year, is still standing proudly, with integrity, and is not afraid of Long Xing, the emperor in front of him.

Gu Dazhang, courtesy name Boqin, nicknamed Chenke, was born in Changshu County, Suzhou Prefecture, Nanzhili.

Jinshi in the 35th year of Wanli, and the first year of Tianqi, Ye Xianggao was appointed as the chief assistant, and Donglin party members enthusiastically spoke out to serve him.

Because of his "uprightness" in the local area, he openly reprimanded Dongchang Tiqi several times. Gu Dazhang was hated by the Wei party, but he became famous and became famous among Donglin scholars.

In the second year of Tianqi, he was recommended by the chief assistant Han Kuang and entered the Ministry of Rites.

"'Kong's collection of taxes is the common wish of all scholars in the world'? You have the courage to speak out such a rebellious act openly in my Xinuang Pavilion!"

Zhu Youxiao got off the imperial steps, walked straight to Gu Dazhang, and sneered again and again.

He really didn't expect that in this era, the Kong family's influence among scholars and scholar-bureaucrats would be so great!

Gu Dazhang and other high-ranking officials of the court actually went to the edict to say that the Confucian mansion occupies a vast area and the expenditure cannot be maintained. Because of its great contribution to the country, please hand over the taxation of a county in Qufu to the Confucian family for self-collection!

What do you mean?

This is robbing me of my own money in front of me, it's worth it!

I have never been the only one who robs other people's money, no one has ever dared to rob me, even if it is a mere county tax, that will not work!

What is Gu Dazhang's intention? He wants the members of the Kong clan to rob money openly at the feet of the Great Ming Emperor!

Will it be the same as the West in the future, and it will not be possible to become a country within a country? Why has there been no such thing in history?

It was me, the traveler, who flapped the butterfly wings wrongly, and such an annoying but ridiculous thing happened.

"Tell me, why are members of the Kong clan worthy of the tax of a county in Qufu?!"

Gu Dazhang frowned, looking at the Tianqi Emperor who was younger than his son, he could actually understand why he was angry.

After all, the emperor had never seriously studied Confucian culture when he spoke the day before yesterday, so it was extremely normal to have prejudice against the Kong clan.

"I just listen to His Majesty's question, and I know that His Majesty is still making mistakes, so there is no need to say more—" Gu Dazhang shook his head, as if he was very disappointed, he got up and bowed:

"The minister will leave..."

Emperor Tianqi watched Gu Dazhang leave quietly, heard what Wang Chaofu said, thought for a moment, smiled lightly, and said as he walked up the imperial steps:

"Gu Dazhang's coming here is definitely not only his own intention."

"They want the Confucian government to collect taxes from Qufu County, but I don't allow it. Not only that, but I also want to really disgust these Kong people."

"It was decreed that the people in the streets around the Confucian Mansion in Qufu gave money to build houses and move to live there. Dongchang built a road along the street and built a new branch office to surround the entire Confucian Mansion."

"Tell Wei Zhongxian to send the most capable people there!"

After hearing this, Wang Chaofu was in a daze for a moment, then he smiled and took the order to go, but Wei Zhongxian, who received the news, was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

The emperor wants to deal with Confucius?

That's a tough bone...

……

"See the factory owner—!"

Not long after, the eight Dongchang stall leaders in Beijing who received the flight order, as well as the big stall boss Fu Yingxing, all rushed to the depths of the dungeon under the East Factory General Administration in a hurry.

"The governor called you here because there is a great event."

Wei Zhongxian's face was terribly gloomy, he looked at the people below and discussed for a while, then he snorted coldly, sat on the old man's chair that had been prepared long ago, and said:

"Your Majesty wants us to build a branch office outside the Confucian Mansion in Qufu."

After hearing this, Fu Yingxing laughed and said:

"Uncle, what a big deal this is. My nephew will send someone to Qufu to occupy the shop opposite the Confucian Mansion as a branch office."

"The branch office this time is going to surround the entire Confucian mansion..."

Wei Zhongxian threw a heavy bomb lightly, and everyone didn't understand it at first, but after concentrating for a moment, they suddenly realized, and said in surprise:

"The factory owner means—"

"Want to surround the entire Confucian mansion and build a branch office?"

"Mr. Chang, the Confucian Mansion occupies a lot of land!" Having said that, the head of the first stage took a piece of information he had just found from the hand behind him, and read:

"Confucian Mansion in Qufu was built in the 16th year of Hongwu and rebuilt in the 240th year of Hongzhi. It covers an area of ​​more than 470 mu, with a total of more than [-] halls, halls, buildings and rooms."

"The Confucian mansion is a courtyard with nine entrances, with a three-way layout. The east road is Dongxue, where Yiguantang, Muentang, Confucian family temple and workshops are built, and the west road is Xixue. Waiting in the flower hall."

"It is said that the main part of the Confucian Mansion is on the middle road. The front is the government office, with three halls and six halls, and the back is the inner house. There are front upper rooms, front and rear halls, annex buildings, rear six rooms, etc., and finally there is a garden."

Having said that, the head of the stall hesitated for a moment, but continued:

"In the Confucian mansion, six halls are set up in imitation of the six departments of the imperial court. On both sides of the two gates, there are Guangou hall, Baihu hall, classics hall, Siyue hall, Zhiyin hall, Zhangshu hall, etc. Manage Confucian affairs."

"Setting up six halls in imitation of the six ministries of the imperial court? This is treason, and the entire Kong family should be killed to make a warning to others!" shouted a stall leader.

Wei Zhongxian shook his head lightly: "It's not yet the time, I will temporarily charge this matter as a crime and record it in the file for future reference."

"Such a large scale..." Fu Yingxing closed his open mouth, stepped forward and said:

"Uncle, why did the emperor suddenly think of dealing with the Confucian mansion? This is a hard bone. To build a branch office around more than 200 mu of land is better than building an inner city."

"Inner city..." Wei Zhongxian muttered a few times, then suddenly said:

"You're right. Let's build an inner city and enclose the Confucian mansion. The imperial court has the final say on the entry and exit of those scholars who come to pay their respects every year!"

"Why bother?"

Fu Yingxing used to be a rascal in the market, so he naturally didn't understand why the court spent so much effort to control a Confucian mansion.

Wei Zhongxian said:

"You don't have enough experience, and you don't understand the truth, which is normal."

"The Confucian Mansion is not like Ye Xianggao and Yang Lian. If the emperor is killed, he will be killed. At most, it will stir up a strong wind for a while, but it will not cause any big waves!"

"At present, the Southwest is not completely stable. There are famines in the Central Plains, and Shaanxi has just experienced a major earthquake. If the imperial court is at this juncture, it will easily move the knife against the Confucian government. Not to mention the Donglin party members, it is the Wei party under the governor's sect. How many can not say a few words?"

Fu Yingxing said: "We will kill anyone who dares to speak."

"Do you think that everything can be solved directly with a knife? If that's the case, why did Bendu have to fight Dong Lin for so many years!"

Wei Zhongxian chuckled, took a sip of tea, and said lightly:

"The Confucian Mansion will be cleaned up sooner or later. Now the emperor's intention is to trap them and disgust them. That's enough."

"The "Three Kingdoms" that the slaves often read, you can ask people to read and listen to it when you have time. Cao Cao's publication is now, it is to coerce Confucian government to order scholars!"

"As for why the Lord suddenly wants to get the Confucian Mansion, it has nothing to do with the Confucian Mansion. It is a man named Gu Dazhang who deliberately made a mystery. Please, Lord, hand over the taxes of the entire county of Qufu to the Confucian Mansion."

"There are still such talents?"

Fu Yingxing couldn't help laughing, and then he and a kind of friend both laughed loudly, saying:

"It has been several years since the imperial court paid taxes to the prince's county. Gu Dazhang asked the emperor to pay taxes to the whole county of Qufu, but said that it will last forever. It's a big joke in the world."

Unmoved, Wei Zhongxian glanced at him:

"That's the truth, but the scholars in the world don't think so. Now we are the only ones who can solve the problems for the emperor. I will supervise the repair of the three halls. This matter... you have to do it yourself."

"If you don't receive the order from Feixin, you will be nailed to the Confucian mansion by the governor!"

Fu Yingxing laughed, and said, "Very good, my nephew has long wanted to meet these saints!"

Chapter 235 Natural Disasters and Man-made Disasters

That day, Zhu Youxiao thought about it all night.

The Confucian mansion has continued to this day, and the emperors of all dynasties, regardless of what they think in their hearts, have always respected the Confucian saint on the surface, in order to win over the world's scholars and scholar-bureaucrats.

This time, the distaste for Confucianism is to tell them not to dance too much in a disguised form. If Confucianism can stop here, it will be easy to handle.

But what if the Confucian government insisted on mobilizing scholars and bureaucrats to oppose the imperial court?This power should not be underestimated, but it is not without solutions.

Although scholars have great influence, they can turn black and white and distort right and wrong with their leisurely words, but their weaknesses are also obvious, their strength is not enough!

Zhu Youxiao's attitude towards the Confucian government is very simple as the emperor.

Let them stay in Qufu well, as long as they don't cause trouble, the imperial court will still give Yan Shenggong face, but if they push their noses, this matter will not end so well.

Now there is a problem, that is, Gu Dazhang's request to hand over the tax of Qufu County to the Confucian government is whether it is the words of his family or the meaning of the civil officials.

Or, the Confucian Mansion is operating in secret...

At this time, Wei Zhongxian's role was highlighted. At least, his Dongchang's investigation ability is still excellent, and the intelligence network is all over the world, not to mention all kinds of dog legs.

To deal with the rogue family of the Confucian family who claim to be a saint, you can control evil!

Zhu Youxiao was relieved to leave this matter to Wei Zhongxian.

Observing words and demeanor is Wei Zhongxian's most basic ability. The words passed on and rumors in the palace should allow him to grasp the severity.

As for what to do in the end, Zhu Youxiao didn't have an idea yet. After all, the Confucian Mansion was not an ordinary local wealthy family, so if they said they would kill them, they would kill them.

After thousands of years, their influence in the hearts of scholars, scholar-bureaucrats, and even the common people has not been weaker than that of the ruling court.

In the next few days, Zhu Youxiao has been waiting for a piece of news, that is, the result of the final secret report to Gu Dazhang by the Jiaoshifu.

The result will determine whether the methods against the Confucian government are tough.

……

Three days later, at night, thunder and lightning flashed over the Forbidden City, and the rain broke through the sweltering heat that had lasted for several days. In the Xinuang Pavilion, Emperor Tianqi, who was reviewing the memorial, frowned slightly.

"Governor Cai Mingsheng of Yunnan invited the sage to hear:

At the beginning of December in the first year of Tianqi, there was a loud earthquake in Xiangyun, which crushed more than [-] houses, displaced people, and more than [-] local officials died in the epicenter.The local order has collapsed, please make a quick decision. "

Zhu Youxiao, who was holding the pen in his hand, gave a soft snort, and there was another earthquake. He stretched out his hand and dipped it in ink, as if he had already seen the strange thing.

"Distribute 100 million taels of internal funds for disaster relief, and the Jinyiwei Supervision Department will supervise the entire process. Those who dare to lend their hands for disaster relief money will have their homes ransacked and executed immediately! In addition, troops will be transferred from Lin Province to Xiangyun to stabilize order."

After finishing writing, Zhu Youxiao picked up another copy with a heavy heart.

Unsurprisingly, bad news.

"His Majesty the Superintendent, Tian Ergeng, knows:

At the end of September, the Yellow River burst in Suiyang, and the local government concealed it and did not report it, and did not deal with it. As a result, the area within 150 li of Xu and Pi is now flat. "

Seeing this, Zhu Youxiao felt a wave of excitement in his chest, pondered for a moment, and immediately criticized:

"Jian was exempted from all kinds of money, food and corvee in the second and third years of Tianqi in Suining County. He Maocai, the governor of Nanzhili, was dismissed from his post to investigate and deal with it. The Minister of Military Aircraft, Wang Zaijin, went to Suining to preside over the disaster relief."

For the next half an hour or so, Zhu Youxiao sat in the Xinuan Pavilion like this, accompanied by the lightning and thunder above his head, and the faint incense from the Xuande furnace in the pavilion, and finished approving the six batches just delivered. There are more than ten memorials.