I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

"You should still remember this eldest grandson. He is very much like a big brother. He is a very good prince. As for me, I have already planned. I will work for another year next year to deal with the prairie barbarians in the north. I will come back the next year. Just give him his place."

"Actually, my son can still work for a few more years, but your eldest grandson is not in good health. My son is afraid that he will be like his elder brother and leave the position of crown prince. Then I will pass the position to my eldest grandson and follow the same old path as you. What happened to our family is happening all over again.”

"But don't worry, my grandson is better than your grandson."

"Oh, by the way, I also found your grandson, and now he is being offered food and drink by me, and his life is very chic."

Talking about what happened back then, the old man stopped talking unheard words.

He turned his head to look at the portrait of Lao Zhu, his eyes fixed on the portrait, Lao Zhu's shocking eyes.

Not afraid of jokes.

Ever since he came to Jinling and became the emperor, every time he came here, the old man dared not look at the eyes on Lao Zhu's portrait, for fear of seeing something different from them.

But now he is not afraid.

Under his leadership, Daming was so powerful that he won many territories that the Han dynasty never had in his entire life. The old man felt fearless in his heart.

He felt that he had the right to face his father's eyes, and he had the right to say something to the stubborn old man who ignored himself and passed on the throne to his grandson.

His achievements today and everything he has done have proved his excellence and Lao Zhu's mistakes in his choices.

"Emperor Taizu is above, minister Wu Hai, admonishing with death! The unfilial son Zhu Di, who does not listen to his ministers' words, misgovernments indiscriminately, the people of the court are panicked, the country is in turmoil, and the country will be in chaos. Please punish the unfilial son Your descendant Zhu Di, be the master and benevolent for the people of the dawn of the world!"

Just as the old man was telling his father about his great achievements, a person suddenly broke in from outside the hall.

Before everyone could react, this guy directly threw the memorial wrapped in white paper into the brazier, and then roared while slamming into the corners of the altar.

Hearing a bang, the official who broke in had his forehead cut open instantly, and blood flowed down.

This scene made the Taimiao very quiet, and the little guys who were reading the filial piety scriptures also had their eyes widened in fright, and stopped chanting in their mouths.

Zhu Zhangui, who was accompanying his father on the other side and offering offerings and offering incense to the ancestors, saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered in his heart.

"Civilian dead remonstrance, you are sure, this can scare the old man."

Chapter 294: All civil servants are imprisoned, and there are no more scholars in the world.

"Come on mother, it's over!"

The legs of the two well-dressed households guarding the gate went limp on the spot.

They only paid attention to the situation in the hall just now, but they didn't expect that at this time, someone would dare to force their way in, and such a thing would happen.

They don't know what will happen to others, they are finished anyway.

I thought the errand of guarding the door was a beautiful job. If I stood here for a day and was plated with gold, I would be promoted next year.

But now let alone a promotion, being able to use one's own life to replace the lives of the whole family is already a great kindness.

The main hall of the Taimiao was very quiet, everyone was staring at the memorials burning in the brazier, and the officials lying under the offerings, their foreheads were bleeding profusely, in a daze.

"Hehehehe..."

The expected anger and roar did not happen, the old man looked at the memorial that was about to be burned.And the official who was lying under the table, whose life and death were unknown, suddenly laughed.

He laughed softly at first, then pointed at the officials lying on the ground, as if he had discovered something funny, he put one hand on his hips, and patted the eucalyptus beside him with the other, laughing loudly.

"Emperor calm down!"

Zhu Pangpang quickly knelt down, and at the same time stretched out his hand to pull Zhu Zhangui, who was by his side, looking indifferently at the officials outside the door, and asked him to kneel down too.

Zhu Zhangui had no choice but to kneel beside his father, saying: the emperor appeases his anger, and the ancestors forgive their sins.

The others didn't dare to say a word, they all knelt down on the ground.

"Haha, ok, ok, death advice, right? Is there any left outside the door? If so, hurry up and come here before the fire is extinguished, or you will have to light it later."

The laughing old man walked to the door and enthusiastically went outside, waving to the officials who were already kneeling on the ground.

Officials who are familiar with the old man know that the old man is already extremely angry.

But things have come to this point, there is no turning back.At this time, they were going to retreat. All the previous preparations were in vain, and Old Wu died in vain.

"Your Majesty, I have a book to play!"

Another official who was ready stood up and raised the memorial to report loudly.

"You don't need to read it to me. Hurry up and burn it to my father while the fire is still alive. Aren't you looking for my father? Come, come, come, hurry!"

Before the official could hold up the memorial and say what was inside, the old man walked up to the brazier with a smile and took the other's hand.

The official pulled by the old man had cold sweat on his forehead, but he still gritted his teeth and followed the old man to the fire, and threw the memorial into it.

"Well, let's finish throwing it away, come on...continue!"

As the memorial was lit, the old man enthusiastically dragged the official to the corner of the altar, and warmly invited the official to proceed to the next step.

"emperor!"

Seeing this, Zhu Pangpang walked forward and tried to dissuade the old man, but was kicked aside by the old man, and then the old man pointed at Zhu Pangpang's nose and roared angrily.

"You are not the emperor yet, kneel down to me!"

Zhu Pangpang was really frightened now.

In the past, although the old man scolded him harshly, his eyes were very peaceful, without any sign of anger, he just scolded him for scolding him.

But the old man just now was like a wounded old lion, his eyes were full of murderous intent and anger, all intent on cannibalism.

"Emperor..."

Although there was a pounding in his heart, Zhu Pangpang felt that he had to stand up when the matter developed to this point, otherwise the Taimiao might be bleeding into rivers today.

But as soon as he uttered a word, Zhu Zhangui, who was kneeling beside him, covered his mouth.

"Father, think about our family. It's really not easy for you to get to this point. This is a duel between the monarchy and the courtiers. We can't give in half a step."

"Grandpa didn't choose to back down back then, but chose to go on a rampage. Now it's time for my grandfather to make a choice. In the future, you will also have to make a choice. This is something that a king must go through."

Zhu Zhangui's quick persuasion in his ear completely dispelled Zhu Pangpangzhun's desire to intercede for the civil servants.

The son is right, this is a duel between monarchy and courtiers.

He just saw that his father was going to kill someone just now, so he subconsciously used to intercede for these civil servants.

But now after his son persuaded him to calm down, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

I think he has been cautious for most of his life, and he almost made a big mistake just now.

Of course, if it was really my father who made a mistake, the officials died and remonstrated, for the sake of the common people, and for the emperor to know the mistake, and he would try his best to protect the dead officials.

This is his duty as a prince and what a son should do.

That's what his uncle did back then, and he wouldn't be any weaker than his uncle.

But today the situation is different.

Officials objected to the system of paying officials and gentry together and the system of forced military service.

Regarding these two systems, Zhu Zhangui has already analyzed them thoroughly and explained their benefits.

Although this harmed the interests of the civil servants, it also slowed down the time for the Ming Dynasty to be corrupted and prolonged the future life of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Zhangui also told him that the collected money would not be used by the court itself, but would be invested in railways and roads for the benefit of the people of Ming Dynasty.

This is a policy that benefits the country and the people, how could Zhu Pangpang not agree to it.

What's more, how fat those civil servants and gentry eat on weekdays, Zhu Pangpang knows very well that those famous scholars use their privileges to murder the country.

So he agrees with this policy very much in his heart, and also supports it secretly.

Otherwise, if he objected, he wouldn't have just gone to the Taimiao to hide after the Great Court Meeting that day.

As for the fact that literati also have to join the army, Zhu Pangpang also thinks it is a very good way.

Let the civil officials understand the difficulties of the generals, and let the generals understand the literati, so that the contradictions between the two parties will not be so prominent.

Zhu Pangpang didn't say a word, the coldness in the old man's eyes faded a lot.

If Zhu Pangpang didn't listen to his grandson's advice just now and continued to stop him, the old man would choose to skip his son and directly pass the throne to his grandson.

Between monarchy and courtiers, as an emperor, he must stick to his decision unconditionally, and cannot give up lightly just because of how capable and honest a courtier is.

There are many capable ministers in the world, but once the authority of the monarch is lost, it will take several generations to regain it, and even a single dynasty cannot regain it.

As a prince, if you can't even see this clearly, then the prince's training fee will be spent, and if you don't replace it in advance, it will be a disaster sooner or later in the future.

"What are you waiting for, let's get started!"

Seeing that no one stood up to object again, the old man turned his head indifferently, stared at the official with cold sweat on his forehead, and stretched out his hand to signal him to start the next step.

When people are in the blood, they will not be afraid of anything.

But once there is time to calm down, after the enthusiasm subsides, people's hearts will be filled with fear.

Looking at the pioneer who didn't know whether he was dead or alive on the ground, and then at the blood that was flowing all over the ground, the official who stood up swallowed, closed his eyes several times, and made up his mind to hit him directly, but his leg was He didn't listen to his orders, and stood there trembling non-stop.

He was afraid.

The blood and perseverance in the morning, I don't know where it was thrown at this moment. If it weren't for the fact that there were a lot of people watching behind him, the last wave of reason in his heart reminded him not to compromise, otherwise he would have knelt on the ground and begged the old man to forgive him One life.

"What's wrong? I can't make up my mind. It's okay. I'll ask someone to help you."

Seeing that the official hesitated, with cold sweat streaming down his face, he just didn't act.

The old man sneered, turned around and knelt on the ground facing the door, and roared angrily at the two Jinyiwei Baihu who did not dare to move.

"You two get over here and send this lover on the road. If he is satisfied, I will ignore your crimes. If not, you two will go with them."

Good guy, how can this satisfy the officials.

The meaning of the old man's words is to tell the two of them.

As long as the old man is satisfied with his work, the crime of dereliction of duty just now can be written off. If he is not satisfied, the procedure of going home to explain his will can be saved, and he can be honored to settle himself directly in the Taimiao.

When the two Jinyiwei Baihu heard this, a gleam of ecstasy flashed in their eyes, they kowtowed their heads on the ground to thank them, then got up and rushed towards the official.

"What are you doing, let me go, let me go..."

Two hundred households were strong enough, and rushed forward in a few steps. Before the official could react, they hugged their legs and hugged their body. While the official was struggling and screaming, they shouted one, two, three, and the two rushed forward in a few steps. Together, they slammed the official's head on the confession in front of Zhu Yuanzhang's portrait.

The two men attacked extremely hard, and the official's head was deformed with just one blow, and his body convulsed and fell to the ground. After struggling a few times, his body became limp and lifeless.

"And that one, see if he's dead, if you don't help him again!"

The old man pointed at Wu Hai who was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The emperor had spoken, and the two hundred households naturally dared not refuse to do so. Besides, these people were not dead, how could the two of them survive.

The two of them didn't care whether Wu Hai was dead or not, they stood up in the same posture, pointed at the corner of the table stained with blood and white flowers, and slammed into it fiercely.

Everyone only heard a "bang", and Wu Hai, who was erected by two hundred households, stiffened suddenly and then softened.

Throwing away the corpse in their hands, the two hundred households followed the old man out the door with their heads down.

Zhu Zhangui waved to Zhu Zhanyong and asked him to take it first, and the frightened little ones went back first.

This scene was too bloody, not to mention children, several adults who had never been on a battlefield, their bodies trembled when they saw it.

That is to say, the old man was angry just now, and he was afraid that the old man would be unhappy if the children left, otherwise Zhu Zhangui would have let the little ones leave first.

Although this kind of scene must be experienced by the royal family, it is a bit too fast to engage in such cruelty from the very beginning. The children probably won't be able to accept it for a while, and I'm afraid they will have nightmares for a few days.

After the children left through the back door, Zhu Zhangui helped his father Zhu Pangpang get up, and walked behind the old man standing at the door, who was looking coldly at the civil and military officials.

Looking up at the kneeling officials, the old man sneered and asked:

"Who should be the next one? This is an opportunity to make a name for the ages. In the future, your descendants' disciples will count on this bragging. Hurry up, you won't be able to catch up if it's too late."

The officials were silent, and the dozen or so officials who were ready to sacrifice their lives for justice seemed to have forgotten their mission at this moment. They lowered their heads and kept silent, and even lowered their heads subconsciously, for fear of being seen by the old man. Come, roll call and stand up.

"Hehe, why are you all dumb? What about your blood and courage?"

"Didn't you usually yell that you are willing to sacrifice your life to die for the righteousness of the world? Now that the opportunity has come, why are you afraid again? This is not in line with your teachings of Confucius!"

Seeing that no one stood up, the old man sneered, and crazily output all kinds of ugly and disgusting words to the officials.

Who may be an official is not thick-skinned.

As long as they are not willing to die for justice, even if the emperor personally calls their names, they still have various excuses to evade.

After all, they have traditions. For example, the water in the later generations is too cold, and the scalp itches, isn't it the disciples of the younger generations of them.

"Aren't you doing this because you want me to abolish the government and gentry payment of food and literati's military service?"