Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

"Have you ever thought that the ideas we discussed for a long time and were particularly proud of might not turn out well in the end, or even be bad policies?"

Zhang Xin's thoughts turned to how to take over the Tibetan area, but Zhu Gaochi was still worried about the outcome and couldn't help but ask.

He really wanted to know how someone like Zhang Xin, who acted as soon as she thought about it, balanced the struggles she faced before making a decision.

In other words, there won’t even be any entanglement.

"My mother did talk about this with Zhanji last time during class."

Zhang Xin listened to a lot of Xu's teachings to Zhu Zhanji.

"Then tell me."

Zhu Gaochi pretended to listen.

"Once, Zhanji talked to his mother about Shang Yang, saying that Shang Yang's reforms were actually very good, but the Qin Dynasty still perished in the second generation, and Shang Yang was scolded for a thousand years. Zhanji asked, why do people scold Shang Yang?"

Zhang Xin started the conversation first.

After thinking for a while, he sorted out what Xu had said at that time and continued to talk to Zhu Gaochi.

If the Qin State is compared to a car, Shang Yang's approach is to suddenly replace the ox driving the vehicle with a horse without reinforcing the body of the vehicle.

For a moment, the horse-drawn carriage was moving faster than the ox-drawn cart, and the First Emperor was the one driving the carriage.

The driver was of course very happy when the car was speeding up. Because it was driving at high speed, the feeling of speeding against the wind could definitely make people extremely excited and shout with excitement.

But the car itself and the people in it are not okay.

The wheels, body and carport soon fell apart.

People sitting in the car will not feel comfortable, but will want to jump out of the car at any time.

As the carriage began to have problems, it became difficult for the driver to regain the feeling he had at the beginning.

A shallow mud pit or a small stone can severely damage a galloping carriage.

The carriage was severely damaged, and the driver was uncomfortable, and the passengers were even more uncomfortable. In order to get the carriage back on the road.

Then we have to stop and sort out the repairs.

After patching up, I hit the road again. When I encountered rocks and mud pits again, I patched them up again.

This carriage will only get worse and worse and more and more difficult to control.

In the hands of the wise and capable Emperor Qin Shi Huang, it could still be opened.

As soon as the First Emperor died.

The Qin II who took over was not very skilled in driving a chariot.

Another car we took over was one that had been patched up and was extremely flimsy. It kept breaking down while driving. Every time one part was repaired, three more parts would break, and then three more patches would be needed, resulting in nine more parts breaking.

In the end, the car was destroyed and people died.

"Uh, Zhang Dahua, why do I feel that the example you gave is irrelevant. It makes me feel even more guilty?"

Zhu Gaochi listened to Zhang Xin's vivid description and almost felt that he was about to be torn into pieces by five horses.

Not answered at all.

"Mother said that when Qin Shi Huang was in power, the number of memorials and petitions he had to deal with in a day was probably about the same as when my grandfather founded the dynasty. He was also a very diligent emperor. Shang Yang was not a bad person, but he was limited by the times."

When Xu taught Zhu Zhanji, he always used the simplest examples to explain things in a simple and easy-to-understand way, and he didn't give direct answers. Zhang Xin just followed suit.

"Limitations of the times? That's an interesting statement."

Zhu Gaochi vaguely understood what was going on and just gestured for Zhang Xin to continue.

"After the fall of Qin, the elders of Guanzhong actually welcomed Pei Gong. The six destroyed states all had a group of survivors, but there were almost no people working for the Qin people. The Qin State had a history of several hundred years, and there were more than a dozen generations of kings, but there was no Qin people who missed the Qin State."

Zhang Xin felt a little worried when she talked about this.

She quite likes Qin Shi Huang.

The more books I read, the more I understand how difficult it was for the First Emperor.

But after such an emperor passed away, there was not even a team to restore him. If he had a chance to come back, or if he hadn't died so early, maybe he could have continued to turn the tide.

"Dahua, I think you've strayed off topic."

Zhu Gaochi could hear Zhang Xin's admiration and his face turned black.

"No, let's get back to the point. What our predecessors have done has produced results, which are experiences worth learning. Even if they fail, we still gain experience by groping forward. Whether it is feasible or not, it is very important. One day, what we come up with, whether it succeeds or fails, will become the experience of our predecessors to bless future generations. Pioneers are all worthy of respect."

Zhang Xin gave a brief summary at the end.

At that time, Xu also told her who was listening that there is no right or wrong in history.

Literati of all generations always stand in the position of later generations, and comment on the merits and demerits only after the results are obtained. This is actually hooliganism.

When Zhang Xin was in power, the palace was restructured, royal shops were opened outside, and sea trade caravans were operated. All kinds of rumors were spread about her.

By giving lessons to Zhanji, Xu was also encouraging Zhang Xin, telling Zhang Xin not to care what others said and to boldly do whatever he had in mind.

Xu also quoted a sentence from Laozi's Tao Te Ching:

Great love will lead to great expense, and hoarding will lead to great loss. Knowing contentment will prevent humiliation, and knowing when to stop will prevent laziness, and you can live long.

——Excessive love for reputation is bound to bring great damage, and excessive accumulation of wealth is bound to bring misfortune to oneself. People who are content will not suffer shame, and those who know when to stop will not bring danger to themselves. Only in this way can they have long-term peace.

It allows Zhang Xin to do it bravely, but also allows Zhang Xin to stop at the right time.

No one could say for sure whether the Ming Dynasty at that time relied on horse-drawn carriages or ox-drawn carriages, and whether it could withstand drastic reforms.

After Xu's advice, Zhang Xin invisibly slowed down a little and calmed himself down. After the sixth year of Yongle, he was basically waiting for the previous arrangements to bear fruit.

Then everything fell into place.

So Zhang Xin was deeply impressed by this lesson.

It is very appropriate to use it to answer Zhu Gaochi's question.

"My dad is so lucky. My mother, who is so beautiful and intelligent, just died on his head!!!"

Zhu Gaochi understood and sighed.