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On top of the court, he was so angry that he vomited blood and even fell down.
This matter will definitely go down in history, whether it is unofficial history or official history, the previous scene will be interpreted into a story.
But today¡¯s meeting is destined to leave a mark in the annals of history.
What will be left behind?
The ministers were uneasy and confused about the emperor's attitude.
But the dissatisfaction of the gentry and the common people is a fact!
Yang Rong felt it was necessary to remind the emperor, "Your Majesty, the cement highway connecting the north and the south must continue to be invested this year. I remember the report from local officials, saying that the people along the way were curious and would take advantage of the road builders not paying attention. Go step on some feet."
He smiled and said: "If the cement was stepped on a few times before it was dry, it would be a pit!"
"That's right! There used to be a section of cement paved beside the city gate. A cow rushed in. When they were driven out, that section of cement was unreadable. It was full of footprints."
"This cement is also novel! It doesn't look eye-catching when you mix it, but once it becomes sticky, hey! Even if you pull ten oxcarts to press it down, it will be fine."
The topic was instantly diverted.
But here are all thoughtful people. In front of the emperor, who would discuss the magic of cement with an senile person?
This is just to change the subject and let the emperor stop talking about cliques.
Whether it was the Han, Tang or the former Song dynasties, the brutality of party struggles left people with lingering fears.
But if you look at those officials with twinkling eyes, you will know that they don¡¯t care about the tragedy at all, they care about profits.
There have been no signs of factionalism in the DPRK. This is a good thing for the emperor, who can easily control the situation in the DPRK.
And forming a party is the beginning of the confrontation between monarch and ministers.
Perhaps at the beginning, the emperor would encourage or even control the formation of cliques and confrontations among his ministers, and he would instigate and use his strength to fight.
¡°The so-called ¡®wise kings¡¯ have used this method a lot, but in the end they are laying great hidden dangers for their descendants.
And what those officials borrowed this time was the emperor¡¯s purge.
They even borrowed the words "the law does not punish the public" and "the weapon that avoids throwing rats".
Yang Rong knew this very well, so he interrupted those people's digression and said: "Your Majesty, the North-South Highway should be kept under close watch by the Ministry of Works, otherwise the ignorant people will step on it as soon as the ground is laid. ¡¡±
He lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I would rather repair more slowly"
"I understand the hard work that Master Yang has put into."
Zhu Zhanji nodded in appreciation.
Yang Rong¡¯s words were telling Zhu Zhanji: People are like water, emperors are like boats, and politicians must not be impatient. And those officials who form cliques cannot be attacked with thunderous means, otherwise you, the emperor, will betray your relatives and leave your relatives.
The eyes below flickered, and the morning sun shone coldly in front of Fengtian Hall, reflecting on the ministers.
Zhu Zhanji suddenly felt that these ministers looked like Shi Wengzhong.
Shi Wengzhong, also called stone statue, was often found in front of the tombs of emperors, probably because they wanted to renew the relationship between the emperor and his ministers underground after death.
But I¡¯m not dead yet!
Zhu Zhanji lowered his eyes slightly and calmed down his slightly cold body.
"I'm not dead yet."
The emperor's voice came as coldly as the morning light at this moment.
"I'm not dead yet, I'm still looking at the government and the world."
The emperor seemed to have made up his mind, and for this reason he postponed the meeting.
The officials who secretly formed a clique were terrified. Their eyes suddenly flew wildly in front of the Fengtian Palace, and they gradually became more and more panicked.
Yang Rong felt that the emperor was really too anxious. If he directly resorted to forming a party today, tomorrow the ministers would be upset and everyone would be in danger.
??Whether it is forming a party or forming a clique, this kind of thing has been inevitable throughout the ages. Do you, Zhu Zhanji, think you are Emperor Qin and Emperor Wu of Han? He actually wanted to eliminate all these things during the Xuande period.
What the king wants to control is just a degree. As long as the scale of those people's clique is not large and the purpose is not to compete with the emperor, then there is no harm in turning a blind eye.
Zhu Zhanji felt this emotion and felt like he was resentful.
So he smiled and said, "What do you think?"
As his career as emperor continued, Zhu Zhanji became more comfortable with the phrase "What do you think?" and his understanding became deeper.
Ask questions first, then?The ministers expressed their opinions. As an emperor, you can watch and write them down one by one.
This is a good trick for observing the team, and it is also a must-have method for beating your subordinates.
"Your Majesty is wise."
Fang Xing feels that those who want to form a party are a bunch of fools.
¡°At present, there are no important ministers or forces in the DPRK that can threaten Zhu Zhanji¡¯s power. Forming a party at this time is just an egg hitting a rock.
Those big Han generals stood on the edge with great courage, still not slacking off.
The general of the Han Dynasty is just like a human being, a guard of honor.
But at this moment, all the ministers firmly believed that this guard of honor could turn into a tough soldier at any time and drag them down.
This is the deterrence of monarchy.
If you lose this, it means that the king is not the king, and the minister is not the subject.
Fang Xing was looking at the civil servants. He felt that when Zhu Zhanji gave the order to take action, someone would definitely go out to speak good words for those people.
Madan! Are you talking too much? See who is better.
Although Fang Xing doesn¡¯t like to quote scriptures, no, he can¡¯t quote scriptures, his sarcasm is intimidating. The man vomited blood earlier. Although there was some suspicion of fraud, he could still see Fang Xing's viper-like demeanor.
Yang Rong lowered his head slightly, feeling that he might not be able to be kind today.
And now is the time to take sides.
Whether to stand on the side of the emperor and find those officials who are suspected of forming a party, or to stand on the side of his colleagues and work together to suppress the increasingly mean-spirited emperor.
Yang Rong just thought for a moment, sighed in his heart, and whispered: "Don't soften your cheeks for those people!"
Yang Shiqi behind him was stunned, and then said: "Don't soften your cheeks for those people!"
Jin Youzi who was further behind did not pass on the message, but whispered: "This is a battle between king and minister. We are assistant political bachelors. There is no need to say which side we should stand on."
" In such a big matter as forming a party, if the political bachelor stands in the wrong place, even if the emperor does not pursue it, he will have no shame in entering Nuan Pavilion again.
Huang Huai sighed in his heart, but nodded slightly to express his approval.
Only Yang Pu didn't hear it, neither Yang Rong's message nor Jin Youzi's complaint.
He was looking up, watching the emperor staring expressionlessly into the void in the distance.
It¡¯s time to take action!
He couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw Zhu Zhanji slowly lowering his head and looking down at the ministers.
What he didn¡¯t see was that an official was recording the emperor¡¯s previous words and revising them word by word, making sure there were no mistakes.
The corners of Zhu Zhanji's mouth suddenly turned up slightly, looking a little sarcastic.
"Household Department."
Xia Yuanji came out of work with some difficulty, coughed dryly and answered.
Zhu Zhanji asked calmly: "Are the granaries in the north and south full?"
Xia Yuanji didn't know the meaning of the emperor's question, so he subconsciously replied: "Yes, Your Majesty, most of the granaries in the north and south are full. I suggested building more granaries last time. I don't know what the Ministry of Industry is doing. Also, I suggested building more granaries." During the slack season, we can ask the Ministry of Industry and local governments to do more projects, and use grain to pay wages, which will at least consume some storage and allow the people to have more money in their hands."
"Xia Qing is indeed a person who does things."
The emperor¡¯s evaluation was very high. He changed the topic and said: ¡°Let the North and South Ministry of Industry investigate this matter to find out which projects are essential and arrange them according to priority.¡±
The minister of the Ministry of Industry came out to respond.
At this moment, a ray of sunlight jumped out from above the house in front and fell on the roof of Fengtian Hall, shining brilliantly.
Zhu Zhanji said: "Too much food is a good thing, but it is not a good thing."
He actually stood up and walked over. This was rare in the history of the Great Chaohui. Even Zhu Di would not do this.
He put his hands behind his hands and looked at the ministers, the morning light passing above his head reflected faintly.
"If there is too much food, it will rot. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate has to be worked hard. This is the teaching of Emperor Wen during my enlightenment, so this problem should be solved."
Sell ??it, official sale!
This is the sentiment of most courtiers, so that the government can have more money.
Xia Yuanji shook his head disapprovingly. He felt that now was not a disaster year and grain prices were not high. Official sales would only depress grain prices and disappoint farmers who wanted to exchange grain for money. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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