[Qing] If you don't work hard, you will be forced to inherit the throne

The colored glaze produced by the glazed official kiln after scientific research and formula transformation is more pure and without any flaws. Comparing the previous years, you can clearly feel the gap in workmanship.

The purification technology is more exquisite, and the craftsmen's minds are more ingenious, and it is this kind of glazed technology that successfully bluffed the wealthy businessmen in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yu Chenglong asked Kangxi to allow him to open glazed official kilns in the south of the Yangtze River, and to send skilled craftsmen and stewards in the capital to assist him, and Kangxi agreed.

And Jiangnan Liuli will become another income of the imperial court, continuously paying taxes and dividends for the capital.

Excellent subordinates in the House of Internal Affairs who are favored by the emperor will be sent out by the emperor to do some business operations, just like Jiang Ning weaving Caoxi is to buy income for Kangxi and make money for the House of Internal Affairs to support the confidants of the Forbidden City.

Departments such as Liuli Guan Kiln, which belong to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, were supposed to be run by people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but the courtier Yu Chenglong got this fat job.

People only need to think about it a little bit, and they can think of the huge profits.

The bureaucrats in the south of the Yangtze River thought that Yu Chenglong was favored by the emperor and was responsible for making money for the emperor to buy official kilns in the south of the Yangtze River, and they were all jealous.

"Why, are you greedy for the profits of the newly built official kiln? That's because the emperor asked Yu Chenglong to earn money for him. If you want to make a fortune, you have to see if you have the life to enjoy it."

"You can't say that. I am the subordinate of Sir Yu. If Master Yu wants to do a good job, he still has to use us. There are many places where you can play tricks, and he can't find it."

"Even if we find out, we still have ways to evade it."

"As long as the money enters our purse, whether the official kiln will be a loss or a profit is not a matter of a memorial. The emperor will blame it at that time, and it will be blamed on the adults for not doing things well."

On the other side, Yu Chenglong, who had already arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, held Gao Shiqi in his hand and drew him a treasure map that could almost be faked. He took a deep breath: "Emissary Luan Yi can do it now."

Luan Yiwei, who came to the south of the Yangtze River with Yu Chenglong, nodded, put pig blood in a container, stuffed it into Jackie Chan's abdomen, wrapped it with clothes, then took out a dagger and stabbed it in.

Yu Chenglong screamed, hurriedly called the guards, and shouted "There are assassins!"

Then, the treasure map stained with pig's blood was taken away by envoy Luan Yi, who deliberately exposed his figure to attract the attention of the pursuers.

Walk the pursuers sent by the local yamen for a while like waiting to walk a dog, and then deliberately sell the loopholes, pretending to have lost the treasure map.

The county magistrate anxiously rushed forward and called Yu Jackie.

Yu Chenglong tremblingly said: "Hurry up, go and recover the treasure map! That's the treasure that the emperor asked me to find secretly."

"Treasure?!" The county magistrate's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes flickered: "I will arrest the thief for my lord."

Not long after, Yu Chenglong was attacked in the county government, and news of the loss of the treasure map spread throughout the south of the Yangtze River.

In order to cooperate with the acting, he had to pretend to be seriously injured on the sickbed, and could only handle government affairs secretly in the house for a month.

Ding Sikong, who was at home with free gifts, was very anxious when he heard about this. He personally rode in a carriage and traveled day and night from Changsha to Jiangnan to meet Jackie Chan.

Ding Sikong is good at governing the local area, and he had quite a lot of political achievements when he was the magistrate. He was supposed to be promoted on the recommendation of Yu Jackie Chan, and the emperor approved it, but he was suppressed by others and his position was not transferred. Then he was involved in corruption disputes. He escaped from the mud trough, but received an order to be demoted.

The new positions, from superiors to colleagues, are all greedy, and they are deeply involved in this kind of officialdom. If they can't get along with them, they can only die together.

Ding Sikong simply resigned from office and handed in the memorial. He didn't even become an official, and went back to his hometown to teach.

This time he was surprised to hear that Jackie Chan was stabbed and seriously injured, so Ding Sikong hurried over.

With the help of Ding Sikong, Yu Chenglong's arrangement went more smoothly. With him, he went to contact corrupt officials, pretended to sell well, flattered him, or handed over money to seek official career, or helped them transport their corrupt ink to the The treasury's tax silver, grain and cloth.

Wu Zhirong was an official to the Youqiandu of the Procuratorate, and an official to the fourth rank. As an imperial envoy to patrol the south of the Yangtze River, he was "respected" by many people.

Knowing that Ding Sikong has finally bowed his knees this time, Wu Zhirong smiled and said to his colleagues: "Look at this Ding Sikong, does he still dare to be proud in front of this old man? With this old man here, he doesn't want to be promoted. It was blocked, now you know how powerful this old man is?"

"Master Wu is in charge of Jiangnan inspection, and Ding Sikong's political achievements can be determined with just a few pens. Of course he is afraid of you. Before, he didn't know how powerful you are, and dared to quarrel with you. Now that he has lost his position, he finally knows what to do by yourself.”

"I offended the old man before, and it's too late to admit my mistake now. His previous position has already been assigned to someone else." Wu Zhirong has a pair of upside-down eyes and slightly deep bags under his eyes, which is often the result of staying up all night for pleasure.

He stroked his beard, and said slowly: "Then Yu Jackie was seriously injured and was about to die. No one can cover him anymore. He is going to the doctor for a sudden illness. I know that the most reliable person is the old man. It's a pity, why can't he go to the doctor sooner?" How about some enlightenment?"

"However, since Ding Sikong has turned to the old man for help, the old man really lacks a few dogs to help pick up some bones. Look, this is the treasure map snatched from Jackie Chan. It is said that the treasure is located at Among the selected sites for the glazed official kilns in the south of the Yangtze River, there are many dangers in the underground, and Ding Sikong is suitable to be the pioneer..."

The ups and downs in the south of the Yangtze River did not affect the dryness of the capital. The weather gradually turned cooler, and the palace was already stained with the taste of the new year in advance.

When the Luan Yi envoy who followed Jackie Chan passed the news to Yinfeng, he was just training with his head down because of the incident.

The emperor blamed Yinfeng: "You have only a few words, and the four grand masters are stuck in the files without stopping, but you are hiding in Yuqing Palace and being lazy. I thought you were reading files and studying, but you were hiding in Yuqing Palace. In the palace, I don’t know what I’m doing!”

Yinreng has been watching One Piece for the past two days, but now his mind is full of the colorful sea, and now he has been trained by Kangxi to clear his mind for a moment, and he feels a little annoyed.

He shouldn't have drawn blueprints just because he was looking at One Piece. Not only did he draw blueprints, but he also did a lot of ship designs, and he went to study ship power and physics, but he forgot to pretend.

As soon as Kangxi came to Yuqing Palace, he could see the ship charts piled up on the table at a glance, and immediately knew that he was "not doing business" again, and was doing something unrelated to the current errand.

"I have already told my lord all the good methods, and Khan Ama will not send me to the south of the Yangtze River in person. The matter of clearing up the officials can only be relied on by the lord, and there is only so much I can do to help."

"I asked you to investigate the case, what did you find?"

"My son found out the list of people who got promoted and made a fortune by reporting on other people's private possession, private compilation of banned books, and these lists have been handed over to the Taifus, who will further investigate more detailed matters."

Xinyu said: "Your Majesty, Your Highness, Yu Chenglong's secret letter has arrived."

Yinfeng repented humbly: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have left the Taifus in the file room. I should have accompanied them to check. Khan Ama, can I read the secret letter of your lord?"

What Kangxi also wants to know is the progress of Jiangnan. The secret letter Yu Chenglong gave Yinfeng is completely different from the secret letter he gave him.

In his letter to Kangxi, he mentioned what he was doing, what he planned to do next, the benefits of doing this, and the consequences, and begged the emperor for permission.

In his secret letter to Yinfeng, he wrote about what difficulties he encountered and what kind of help he needed, and he also mentioned that Ding Sikong is now sneaking into the enemy's interior and is bearing the burden of humiliation.Most of his words were solemn inquiries, and he asked Yinreng's respectful questions, as if he was asking a "military adviser".

Yinfeng said in a low voice: "Ama Khan, my son is going to write a reply to Mr. Yu."

Kangxi raised his brows, and instead of continuing to scold him, he turned sideways and waited for Yinfeng to go around the table to grind and pick up his pen.

Yinfeng said: "There are too many corrupt officials in the south of the Yangtze River. If you come up with a huge list and get involved from the south of the Yangtze River to the imperial court in the capital, how will Khan Ama deal with it?"

"I have been diligent in government so far, frugal and simple, and have never encouraged any extravagance. I don't believe that there will be so many corrupt officials that they will affect the government." Kangxi thought that this was done by a small number of bold people .

"Wait until the list comes out, and you will be severely punished!"

He didn't think that severely punishing corrupt officials would lead to major changes in the capital court.

Yinfeng thought about the money bag that was stolen from the House of Internal Affairs, and then thought about the crimes committed by the courtiers in the court.

"What exactly caused the emergence of corrupt officials?"

"What makes those scholars who have worked so hard to pass the imperial examinations end up as "corrupt officials"?"

"Is it their own desires, desires, or the environment that prompts them to change?"

"And what makes those people have the courage to step on other people's lives to get promoted and get rich by framing others."

"They have a good heart, so is it wrong to give them the opportunity to do this kind of thing and the environment that allows them to succeed?"

When Yinfeng was thinking, he murmured and went to see Kangxi from time to time. The emperor replied: "Power corrupts them. Not everyone is as selfless as a saint. To make money and live, some people do it for the sake of being loyal to the emperor and loving the country.”

Yinfeng shook his head: "Unsupervised power will allow them to live freely."

"The Qing Dynasty had the Inspectorate," Kangxi said indifferently, "The Inspectorate and the imperial envoys all have their jurisdiction."

"Then the envoy of the Procuratorate in the south of the Yangtze River must be dereliction of duty, or he has also become the protector of corrupt officials," Yinfeng said firmly, "otherwise, it is impossible for Mr. Yu to bypass him and come to you. If there is a problem with this imperial envoy, he will be forced to resign."

Kangxi said "hmm": "How long does Baocheng expect to be able to resolve this matter?"

Yinfeng thought for a moment: "Maybe next year?"

Fishing requires patience. Only by setting a long line can you catch more fish. Yinfeng and Yu Chenglong have a dark heart. They not only fish, they also set up a fishing net to catch the fish directly.

Kangxi walked to his desk and observed the ship map drawn by Yinfeng.

The strange-shaped ship is completely different from what people think, but the structure of the hull is somewhat similar to that of a warship.

There are several cannons and lifeboats marked on the ship.

"It seems that Baocheng has great confidence in Jackie Chan," Kangxi said, "If it wasn't so, why would he have the mood to study the boat?"

When mentioning the boat, Yinreng felt a little overwhelmed. If there was a chance, he really wanted to take a boat to see the world outside. Although he knew it was impossible, Khan Ama would not allow him to go.

"My son accompanied you on a tour to the east before, and saw the Qing Dynasty's ships with his own eyes, so I drew some drawings on a whim."

Yinfeng took it vaguely, Kangxi didn't say anything, but said: "I entrust you with the work, you should also take care of it, don't always pretend to be other things, you are that 'hands-off shopkeeper', have you ever thought about it?" What do they think? When you treat the grand tutors like this now, the grand tutors treat you as a child to help you more, and you will treat your subordinates like this in the future? So how do you recruit talents, how do you appoint virtuous talents for your use?"

"My son is trusting the masters."

"As for the treatment of subordinates, anyway, as far as my son observes Khan Ama's subordinates, I'm afraid they would like to do something to prove their ability. The more Khan Ama is willing to let them do it, the more grateful they will be." .”

"In this way, it will encourage the spirit of obedience and disobedience," Kangxi said earnestly: "Let them do it completely, which is equivalent to giving them the power in their hands."

"Their power was given by Khan Ama, and with Khan Ama present, they would not dare to obey others," Yinfeng said with a smile.

As long as Khan Ama is around, he can pretend to be a tiger!

Kangxi frightened Yinfeng: "They will lie to you, keep you in the dark, and then make a big mistake, but in the end they will ask you to take the blame."

"Khan Ama often goes out for inspections, and the establishment of governors and supervisors is not just to keep people from being kept in the dark, and to know the real situation of the people?"

Yinfeng said: "When I grow up, I can see with my own eyes whether they have cheated or not. I am not really stupid, and I will not fight back when I am dragged to take the blame."

Kangxi pondered, Baocheng was indeed not a dull and stupid boy, but his cleverness was always misplaced.

"After the new year, you will be ten years old," Kangxi said emotionally: "In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed."

The face of the wife is like yesterday, and the voice and smile can still be clearly remembered. Through Baocheng's facial features that are more and more like Hesheli, I can feel the changes in the child's growth bit by bit. The feeling of missing the old man and full of sense of accomplishment lingering in the heart.

The children he raised himself are better than anyone else, they are his treasure and his pride.

Yinfeng hurriedly said: "Nine years old! The real age is nine years old, not to mention the false age, if you say the false age, isn't Khan Ama already three years old?"

Kangxi raised his hand and knocked a chestnut on the top of his head. Feeling the strength of the light beating, Yinfeng knew that Khan Ama was not angry at all.

He observed Kangxi's gentle expression, and thought to himself strangely.

Khan Ama seems to be particularly emotional today?

"After this year, Baocheng and Baoqing will go to various departments to practice! Your temperament still needs to be polished, why not go to the Ministry of Rites first."

The new year is coming as scheduled. Every New Year's Day, the emperor and his courtiers will have a one-month holiday. At this time, except for the ceremonial and sacrificial court meetings of the New Year's Day, all other court meetings will be suspended.

It was a rare good time to relax, Yinfeng and Yinti met, talked about what he was busy with these days, and went to the study to pick up his younger brothers who had completed the last exam before the year, and the brothers gathered in Yuqing Palace Have a good time celebrating.

Cao Zhen, who has not heard from her for nearly a year, came to the Forbidden City with her father Cao Yin. The first thing she did was to come and meet Yinfeng whom she had missed for a long time.

"Your Highness, I'm back!"

Cao Zhen's voice is as cheerful and sunny as ever, but the appearance has become a ball.

Yinfeng rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and the rest of the brothers also stared blankly at Cao Zhen, whom they barely knew.

He was originally a slender and small boy, but after only seeing him for a year, he has become a meaty steamed bun.

"Ah... Ah Zhen..."

Yinfeng almost couldn't recognize his former little friend, he asked dumbfounded: "Why have you changed so much?"

When mentioning this matter, Cao Zhen lowered her head, with tears in her eyes: "It's not my grandma. My grandma stuffed me with pastries because she was afraid that I would be hungry, and gave me fruit juice because she was afraid that I would be thirsty. I just had the operation, so I need to make up for it, stew pigeon soup and crucian carp soup for me every day, and steam a whole broiler chicken for me to eat alone. Can I not get fat with this way of eating?"

Seeing that His Royal Highness didn't recognize him anymore, Cao Zhen burst into tears.

"I can still lose weight, Your Highness, don't dislike me just because I'm fat!"

Yinfeng just wanted to say that he didn't dislike it, but here Yinti didn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Yinzhi's impression of Cao Zhen is already very weak, children's memory is poor, and people who haven't seen each other for a year change a lot when they meet again, and they almost don't know him anymore.

As for Yinzhen who still has a little impression of him, as long as he sees that Cao Zhen is still alive at this age, he can clearly realize that this life is completely different from the previous one.

The existence of Cao Zhen reminds him all the time, so that he no longer indulges in the memory of the past.

It is also because of the example of Cao Zhen surviving that Yinzhen no longer hesitates about what is "about to be lost" in the future.

He believes the future can be changed.

When Yinti laughed, Cao Zhen became even more sad. He swore: "I'm back with Your Highness now. In order not to embarrass Your Highness, I will definitely lose weight within a year!"

"Pfft, don't be too hard on yourself, your body will be damaged by tossing, just take it step by step."

Yinfeng covered his mouth and laughed lightly, squeezed Cao Zhen's soft arm, his eyes fell on his bulging belly, and his smile deepened.

"It's really time to lose weight. It's not good for your body to lose weight."

Not long after, Kangxi arrived, and seeing his older sons were there, he said to Yinfeng, "The first magazine of the Qing Dynasty has been printed."

It is precisely because of the handwriting of Yinfeng that Kangxi got the first batch of magazines, so he ordered some to be sent.

If the rest of the sons are here, then send a copy to each of them, so that they can also see what the prince is doing.

When Yinzhen got fresh books and periodicals, he started to read them out of curiosity.

The magazine is run by the capital, and the articles published in it come from the Imperial Academy, the Imperial Academy, celebrities from all over the world, and even high-ranking court officials. They are accompanied by exquisite paintings, whether they are ink paintings or sketches drawn by foreign painters, they are all very interesting.

Kangxi said: "No matter what status you are in, as long as the article is excellent, you can publish it. The magazine claims to collect all the manuscripts of scholars from all over the world. If this news spreads, I don't know how many scholars will come to the capital."

The magazine also allows anonymous people to submit articles under a pseudonym.After choosing a magazine, there will be generous royalties.Most of the literati pay more attention to the honorary status of the elected representative.

Yinfeng loves the materials of books and magazines, and he doesn't know what method Rong Ruo used to make this magazine look special: "How many copies of this magazine have been printed in total?"

Kangxi: "About tens of thousands of copies were published. Not only circulated in the capital, but also spread to various places."

Both local officials and wealthy businessmen can buy this book, which includes astronomy, land, poetry, song Fu, local chronicles, classics, Gewu, policies, strategies, and other aspects.

Yinzhen took a general look, and found that the prince's disaster prevention and self-rescue guide was also included in it. In addition, there were many wonderful articles, all-inclusive, broad in content, and novel in selection of materials.

Kangxi asked his sons again: "What do you think about this?"

Yinti took the lead in answering: "The content of the articles in the magazine is arranged in a sorted manner, which is pleasing to the eye. The selected articles are all good and worthy of careful review."

Yinzhi said: "My son likes this magazine. Its contents range from simple to profound, and it is very interesting to read."

Yinzhen didn't speak, and he thought deeply: Behind this magazine, there is a signal of openness to the style of study brewing.

With the first edition of the magazine as the basis, those literati and celebrities who no longer wrote articles due to fear of text control may try to write, and turn their attention to "elementary school" and "textual research" back to "to use" academically.

The emperor flipped through the magazine, and looked up at Yinfeng who was sitting by the window.

Perhaps seeing the emperor's focus on his brothers, Yinreng narrowed his sense of existence and hid aside, drowsy.

Basking in the warm winter sun made him feel comfortable all over. He propped his head up and closed his eyes halfway, his head bit by bit, and quietly dozed off.

From Kangxi's point of view, the sunlight coming in from the window cast a golden halo on Yinreng's body, making him appear to be particularly immortal, with a sense of unreality in the haze, as if Baocheng He is very far away, and will leave him at any time.

Cao Zhen hesitated to speak, wanted to remind Yinreng that he was found dozing off, and seeing Kangxi frowning in displeasure, seemed to be showing signs of anger, so she didn't dare to act rashly.

Yinzhi said cautiously: "The second brother of the crown prince is probably tired, why don't you let him have a good rest?"

Yinti glanced at him, then naturally stretched out his hand and patted Yinfeng's shoulder.

Yinreng trembled, his drowsy head woke up immediately, and found that everyone was staring at him, so he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

Yinti bluntly said: "Ama Khan is asking you something, why did you doze off, did you stay up late yesterday?"

"It's because the sun is so comfortable to bask in. It's been snowing recently, and it's rare to meet sunny weather!"

"What does Baocheng think of this first issue of the magazine?" The emperor's words entered Yinrong's ears.

Regarding the establishment of a magazine, Kangxi felt that he was walking at the intersection of a forked road. He wanted to go the same road as Huang Kao, but he was dragged by his son and turned a corner to another road.

Yinzhen, who had also been an emperor and had a great literary inquisition during his reign, was moved in his heart and quietly pricked up his ears.

Yinfeng asked strangely: "A magazine? Isn't a magazine just for talking after dinner, a publication that can pass the time when you go to the latrine?"