Chapter 16 Evil Zhu—The art of guarding the country by the commoner emperor

On a late spring afternoon during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, the Forbidden City in Nanjing. On the Fengtian Hall, a monk from afar, Laifu, prostrated respectfully. He had maintained this posture for a long time.Lai Fu didn't find it particularly strenuous after years of kneeling before the Buddha.The weather was fine, the sky was blue, and there was wind—a spring breeze—so deep that the hall would be swept in from time to time, lifting the curtains on both sides like waves.Laifu could even smell the fragrance of rapeseed brought by the wind—he remembered the rumor he heard after coming to the capital. Served some vegetables.

Li Fu's movements were well-regulated, as if he was holding his breath, but his mind was spinning rapidly: he silently recited the poem in praise of the Holy One that he wrote with great effort over and over in his heart, and the poem that is now being extolled Emperor Hongwu, sitting high on the dragon chair, read and appreciated the poems.He is very satisfied with his poem, especially the few lines: "The golden plate of suhe came to Shucheng, and the jade bowl and blue goblet came out of the top; thick piles of gifts from the world, ashamed of virtue and Tao Tang", are truly literary. The words are elegant and magnificent.Li Fu almost burst out laughing, he seemed to see the cassock and the throne bestowed by the emperor, as if he saw the disciples of the world surrounding him and worshiping him, just like he is now...

Li Fu almost secretly raised his head to see the happy and satisfied expression of Emperor Hongwu, even though he knew it was impossible - the Holy One was far away from him, and when he entered the palace just now, he could only see To a distant mass of bright yellow. Another long silence... Suddenly there was a loud noise on the dragon table, and the pillars of the hall seemed to be crooked—the Emperor Hongwu slapped the mountains and rivers violently.Rifle almost jumped up from the shock.Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang shouted loudly: "Come on! Come on! Pull it down—beheaded!" Li Fu seemed to be struck by lightning and collapsed on the ground. By the time he reacted and wanted to cry out some grievances, several warriors who were like wolves and tigers had already dragged him down the hall.He could no longer hear Zhu Yuanzhang's gritted teeth and spit out word by word, even in front of his Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, he couldn't answer why he lost his head:

"What a thief, you dare to come here from thousands of miles to ridicule me! 'Shu', this guy uses the word 'shu', isn't he calling me a villain? What a bold thief!" Zhu Yuanzhang is Zhu Yuanzhang, that is, he is wiser and wiser than all living beings, that is, he can find things in ordinary words that ordinary people cannot see: he can see "evil Zhu" from the word "special"; He was called a "thief"; it can be seen from the "decoration of peace" that he cursed his Zhu family for "lost peace early"; A sage is a heavenly "monk"...

As a result, the words reinterpreted by the Holy One immediately grew cold blades in the strokes, slashed vertically and horizontally, and slashed fiercely at the elongated necks of each one, and the dripping ink suddenly surged into blood stains all over the place. The general explanation for Zhu Yuanzhang’s making a big fuss about Daxing Literary Prison is that he still couldn’t let go of Zhang Shicheng’s naming, and he was afraid that he would be fooled like Zhang Shicheng—someone told him that Zhang Shicheng was deceived by Confucian scholars. Also", I took a name and cursed him as a villain for half my life, and I didn't understand it until I died.From now on, looking at the watch and seal, it is true that the paper is full of monks, thieves and thieves, and they scold him every time.Later, it developed to the point where I couldn't even see the words "light" and "birth", and I always suspected that others said that he had become a monk with too much light.

Those who scold evil Zhu and thieves should be killed; those who scold monks should also be killed—— Is it because Zhu Yuanzhang really doesn't want to mention his humble identity and hard experience in his early years when he didn't make a fortune? Not to mention Zhu Yuanzhang's detailed description of his miserable wandering life in the "Monument of the Imperial Tomb" written by Zhu Yuanzhang himself (he did not avoid being a monk as a monk), just look at his official documents.From the beginning of his establishment as King of Wu to the end of his life, it seems that two words are rarely not mentioned in the issued edicts: commoner.Whether it is relevant or irrelevant must be added: sometimes it is Huaiyou commoner, sometimes it is Huaixi commoner, and sometimes it is changed to Jiangzuo commoner. The word "commoner" has almost become his mantra (according to Wu Han's "Biography of Zhu Yuanzhang").

On the one hand, I am very proud of myself for conquering the world with my bare hands and bare feet; on the other hand, I am afraid that others will mention my years, and even suspect that everyone will write articles and call him a bald monk in a different way: Is it true? Does Zhu Yuanzhang really have schizophrenia as someone analyzed? I don’t know if Zhu Yuanzhang would have a dreamlike and unreal feeling when he woke up in the middle of the night and looked at the splendor and splendor around him: We, Zhu Chongba, let go of the cows, went out of the house, asked for dinner, and were once in a trance. Has Zhu Chongba, the little guy, really become the master of this flamboyant world?

Has the only fruit of the peasant uprising that has grown out of the mud and matured in history for thousands of years, so lightly fell into these rough hands with thick calluses? This should be something that Zhu Chongba never thought of or dared to think about back then.He himself has said many times that Zhu Chongba only joined the army for his own life - at the beginning, he had no ambition to unify the world at all. In the catastrophe at the end of the Yuan Dynasty when the building was about to be overwhelmed by flames, a human life was as insignificant as an ant in a prairie fire.But he, Zhu Yuanzhang, an ant who only wanted to survive, managed to avoid calamity again and again, and gnawed down one giant elephant after another, crawled slowly step by step, and sat on the Golden Luan Hall.Isn't such an incredible feat worth talking about?Zhu Yuanzhang used his former commoner status time and time again to show off in front of his subjects his true ability, real strategy, and true talent that stood out after many tests in the chasing of heroes-see, this is your true son of heaven!

He really couldn't hold back the excitement brought by his unexpected success: How can he have fun without telling the world over and over again? But in the midnight of those dreams, did Zhu Yuanzhang sweat on his back, and would he scream in his stomach repeatedly?Is Zhu Yuanzhang really much stronger than those opponents?Don't mention the few times when Guo Zixing almost lost his head, let's talk about the adventure that even Liu Bowen squeezed into a cold sweat. Taking advantage of the situation, he stormed into Yingtian, the base camp, and joined forces with Zhang Shicheng... He, Chen Youliang, just hesitated for too long and was slow to react, so he missed a great opportunity to kill Lao Zhu.Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang would sweat like rain on his forehead, not to mention his back.

Zhu Yuanzhang was able to win this world, is it because of the virtues of his ancestors?How can such a great fate be saved by his Zhu family?His ancestors were nothing more than tenant farmers earning their living in the soil-he did not have the noble bloodlines of the founding monarchs of the past dynasties, let alone the slightest foundation.Even Liu Bang, who was the only one who also had a bad background, had more legends than him, such as the old mother met the god and the grandpa saw the dragon, the seventy-two sons in the left thigh, the auspicious cloud in the house, and the red emperor was his father.Although some clever guys made up some nonsense for him, such as when the old lady was pregnant, the gods and men gave medicine, and he was in the sky and the lower world, and he also created a few weird characters like Zhou Dian and Tieguan Taoist to set off him. But even he himself didn’t believe in the magic of the gods—at all, Zhu Yuanzhang didn’t believe in any gods in his bones, and he didn’t even believe that he was descended from the world.When chatting with Song Lian, Zhu Yuanzhang once made fun of Qin Huang and Han Wu's good alchemy to seek longevity is nothing more than a joke; he refused to accept a Taoist priest who offered immortal prescriptions. Fang Zi; Later, someone came to flatter and offer the heavenly scriptures, so he simply killed him with a single knife.

Zhu Yuanzhang should be very clear that he is just one of the countless commoners in the world-and he is a commoner who almost starved to death, made a fortune by mistake, and became a monk after dinner! From a commoner to an emperor, he is qualified to be proud of his career today, and he is qualified to brag over and over again.No matter Zhang Shicheng, Chen Youliang, Fang Guozhen, Ming Yuzhen, etc., no matter how powerful they are, they all became the stepping stones for Zhu Yuanzhang to ascend to the throne, and they all became cannon fodder and disappeared in the wind of history. But who can guarantee that there will never be one or two characters like him Zhu Yuanzhang in the vast world?Therefore, the founding monarch of the Ming Dynasty, who personally climbed up from the depths of the earth, was more worried than his counterparts from other dynasties when he sat on the Golden Luan Hall—he had personally commanded and used the power from the field of it.For the first time, he really saw how terrifying this power would be when it exploded.Through his own experience, he found that mastering this power is something that many people can do. This kind of worry, combined with the superhuman suspicion formed when he was wandering in the treacherous rivers and lakes in his early years, made him almost the most unconfident founding king in history.Therefore, other people's perceptions of their own identities have become the most sensitive forbidden zone.It's one thing to show off that you can do a great job with this background, it's to show your subjects that your methods are not adulterated, this big man is very strong; but others, anyone, can never mention or think about it. , the supreme emperor, is just like himself, an ordinary man with straight nose and horizontal eyes, hands and feet - even, worse than himself: it is said that the emperor was young, out of school, poor in education, and ugly.At the very least, many people are not reduced to becoming monks. People who lack self-confidence always think more, especially after wearing the dragon robe that makes them feel uneasy about whether it fits or not, everyone feels that they will cover their mouths and make irresponsible remarks as soon as they turn around. So looking through the documents over and over again turned every dragon case into a charlatan's word-breaking booth, so every one of them suffered a plague. Literary inquisition, regardless of word games or excuses for murder, is just Zhu Yuanzhang trying to get rid of the mud on his body after washing his feet and going to the palace.He must remind his subjects all the time that from now on, he must never think that you, Monk Zhu, have done what I have done, and I can't do anything, linking the throne with the ambition of "princes and generals have a kindness". What he was most afraid of was that someone would come and yell like him and rob the house—Zhu Yuanzhang knew that he was not much better than others. So this founding king, who lacked self-confidence, faced all living beings in the world. When he sat on the dragon chair, he was not as comfortable as his predecessors who were complacent. He always felt that there was something blocked in his heart.It seems that it is difficult to change the identity to the father of the common people in the world-although referring to the hardships of the peasants, the emperor who came from a hard background said that "among the four peoples, the peasants are the hardest and the hardest". Every time I burst into tears.Deep down in his heart, Zhu Yuanzhang regarded the hundreds of millions of living people crawling under his feet, the hundreds of millions of ant people who were the same as himself in the past, but regarded them as opponents in his imagination—so, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was behind the yellow robe, did not feel relieved. He took a long breath and carnivally rested with the people of the world, but paced around in the deep palace with his hands behind his back and his teeth clenched night after night, racking his brains to think of a strategy to keep the Zhu family's foundation forever.The poor and frightened man regards anything that falls in his hand: a broken bowl and a bamboo stick, he sees it as big as the sky, and he won't let it go-not to mention the big world! It cannot be said that Zhu Yuanzhang won the world by luck every time, especially later, he used soldiers as if he was given by God, steady and ruthless, no less than famous generals in ancient and modern times.This young novice who barely studied in a country private school for a few months is really a smart guy.At that time, there was no way to measure IQ. The following example should illustrate the flexibility of his mind.Once when we went on a tour in micro-services, it was the Lantern Festival, and every household hung lantern riddles.When Zhu Yuanzhang saw a lamp hanging in front of a house, drawing a barefoot woman holding a watermelon, his face turned pale immediately, and he ordered people to destroy the house.It's ridiculous that the criminal officer can't figure out why he killed someone. He doesn't know why he did it.How did he know that Zhu Yuanzhang could tell at a glance that this family laughed at his Huaixi native Empress Ma: Huai (Huai) West women have big feet! For such a role, if he concentrates on doing something, he will surely succeed. Zhu Yuanzhang really designed an almost watertight anti-theft system for him. When the peasant family got the house, they first had to replace the broken tiles, block the rat holes and repair it, so of course, the problems that had been exposed in history had to be solved first.The oldest and most common ones are foreign relatives and eunuchs intervening in politics.In this regard, Zhu Yuanzhang hung a red card in the palace with regulations on disciplining concubines, expressly prohibiting concubines from asking politics. A three-foot-high iron stele was built in the palace, on which was cast "the ministers shall not interfere in political affairs, and those who forewarn them shall be beheaded."Secondly, the power of the military general is a time bomb after all. Zhu Yuanzhang's method is to dismantle the Metropolitan Government, which governs the country's military affairs, into five parts: center, front, rear, left, and right. The five governors restrict each other and can only be responsible for military training. Only the emperor can mobilize orders. It should be said that these measures are reasonable and normal, and they can be designed by any monarch with a middle talent or above.Indeed, it has achieved results: in the Ming Dynasty, there were almost no foreign relatives and generals mutiny; even the disaster of eunuchs, which is often mentioned by later generations, was not as unmanageable as it was in the Tang Dynasty.In fact, as long as the emperor is willing, you can be as powerful as you want, and you only need to lightly write an imperial edict. Whether it is Liu Jin or Wei Zhongxian, you have to obediently let go. In addition, measuring the world's fields and sorting out fish scale atlases; verifying household registration, and designating Wanmin as hereditary military households, civilian households, and artisan households; re-standardizing the imperial examination... These are also common practices, and there is nothing wrong with them. But this is just the beginning, Zhu Yuanzhang's talent is far from exhausted - on this basis, his wisdom began to really play a role.As a result, a series of edicts with Zhu Yuanzhang's personal imprint roared out from the Forbidden City, circling around, forming a large cold net, densely covering the entire Great Tomorrow. None of the comrades who were born and died with Zhu Yuanzhang back then could have imagined that the former magnanimous and graceful King Wu seemed to have changed himself shortly after he ascended the throne: he turned the blade abruptly and slashed at the heads of his brothers.The process is tedious and lengthy, and the charges are far-fetched. I just want to say this: Among the founding heroes, apart from Chang Yuchun, who died early, maybe only Tang He, who was paralyzed, had a good death; under the knife. After all, Zhu Yuanzhang was born as a farmer, and he understood that before plowing the fields, he had to level the high and low ravines—even if he didn’t get tripped and fell into a big somersault, could he guarantee that his descendants would be able to get around it?So all the heroes are seen as traps who don't embarrass themselves and will sooner or later oppose their children and grandchildren. A small thing can explain this kind of state of mind very much.After the family punished Li Shanchang, Prince Zhu Biao advised him not to kill people like this, saying that he was afraid of hurting the peace of the world.Zhu Yuanzhang was silent at that time, but when Zhu Biao came to see him the next day, someone threw a wooden stick full of spikes in front of him and ordered him to pick it up; Zhu Biao couldn't do anything, and was hesitating, Zhu Yuanzhang said: "I will kill you!" Those dangerous guys are just trying to pull out these thorns for you!" There are also nasty weeds that grow thorns that take away nutrients, and we must hoe them out-after all, the land of my Zhu family is going to produce food.Zhu Yuanzhang, who was born in poverty, has more hatred for corrupt officials. Relying on the hard-heartedness that he experienced in the dead with guns and arrows, coupled with his temper that does not believe in gods and Buddhas and is not afraid of retribution, Zhu Yuanzhang still did not tremble in the hand holding the knife even when he was old.Resolute, bold, and unprecedented, like the "empty seal case", the chief seal officials of all local government offices in the empire, regardless of whether they were black or white, set foot on the road to hell on the same day... The fields have been plowed, the grass has been hoed, and the fields are fattened with flesh and blood, just waiting for the crops to be harvested. But can you guarantee that the crops will grow honestly?Can you guarantee that it will not grow into a different species and form a mess of weeds and thistles? —— Wasn't he, Zhu Yuanzhang, once a dry and sickly shriveled valley?He will never allow the crops to grow indiscriminately according to his own temperament.So all the people in the world were organized into lijia by household, one hundred and ten households were one li, and the people were ordered to "know each other"—that is, to monitor each other, whether there are idlers and slackers, and whether they keep themselves safe—if the monitoring is not effective If something goes wrong, the criminal will of course be killed, and your Lijia neighbors will also have to be exiled!Then developed the ancient system of pass, pass, and public certificate, and formulated a road guide that combines the ID card and the pass. Whenever the military and civilians travel hundreds of miles away, they need road guides.In this way, the big field of the world is subdivided into grids, which are densely hooped with layers of wire. Everyone is confined within a hundred miles, staring at each other and dragging each other, and no one should jump around. Is this enough?Zhu Yuanzhang inspected the ground under his feet again and again, feeling inch by inch, looking for any possible holes.But I can't be completely relieved, I always feel that something needs to be added to this country.By the way, the nails have to be drilled into the nails densely to nail this precious country!After thinking hard, Zhu Yuanzhang slapped the dragon case with a livid face: Feng Fan!Sprinkle my descendants all over the world, and guard them firmly for me! The minister Ye Bochen thought he was uniquely intelligent, and he heard the sound of gold and ge in the Taiping Shengge, so he wrote a letter loyally: "Cracking the soil and dividing the land, creating a country within a country, after a few generations, it may not be destroyed." "The Rebellion of the Kingdom" and the "Rebellion of the Eight Kings" in Jin Dynasty to remind Zhu Yuanzhang - he thought that the emperor didn't study much back then, so he might not know the lessons of history.In the end, instead of the expected correction from Longxin Joyue, Lei Ting was furious: "You have the surname Ye, and you dare to separate my flesh and blood from the Zhu family! Hurry up, I'm going to shoot this guy to death with my own hands!"—Prison! Is it because Zhu Yuanzhang really doesn't understand the powerful relationship?I really don't know if the kings who are far away have power in their hands, will they easily develop terrible ambitions?Zhu Yuanzhang would never be so naive. So why did Emperor Hongwu build up ridges, dig pits, and build villages in the territory of Yimapingchuan? ——Does he have the most helpless idea and the last consolation: Even if there are more disputes in the world, aren't the protagonists of the disputes all surnamed Zhu?Isn't this world still the Zhu family's world? Now, Zhu Yuanzhang sighed quietly, and turned his gaze back to his side. In the main hall, the rows of civil and military ministers usually stand on duty. If all the emperors in history came to evaluate the advanced and select model workers, Zhu Yuanzhang would definitely be in the top few.His energy to govern the world is as tireless and joyful as an old farmer who bought a few acres of land with his life savings.For decades, I started working almost every day before dawn until late at night, and it was common to forget to eat.Taking September of the seventeenth year of Hongwu as an example, during the eight days from the 14th to the 21st, a total of 1,660 memorials and 3,391 incidents were received from internal and external divisions: more than 200 memorials were read and more than 400 incidents were handled every day. (According to Wu Han's "Biography of Zhu Yuanzhang").Regarding his extraordinary energy, Zhu Yuanzhang was very conceited, and wrote a poem: "The hundred officials have fallen asleep and I have not slept, and the hundred officials have not woken up and I have risen; it is not as good as the rich man in the south of the Yangtze River, who is as tall as five feet every day." But the world is so big, with billions of clues, even if Zhu Yuanzhang has three heads, six arms, and thousands of hands and eyes, he can't do it all by himself-no matter which dynasty governs the world, no one can do without that group of bureaucrats, big and small. Heroes who know themselves well and may threaten authority have long been on the blacklist, and their doom is set; military relatives and eunuchs are also on guard; the rest are these officials of literati background.For scholars, Zhu Yuanzhang has mixed feelings.After all, I know that the world is really helped by these literati, not to mention Li Shanchang, Liu Bowen, Song Lian and others who have given advice and advice to help me strategize for many years, let me just say that old Confucian Zhu Sheng: "Build high walls, accumulate food widely. , Slowly becoming the king", only nine words clearly pointed out the way to win the world for himself in the mist of the sky.But the more useful the literati are, the more disturbed Zhu Yuanzhang is, not only because of the low self-esteem deep in his heart—but, what if one day they have ambitions themselves or work for others to plot against Zhu's family? How to do it?If he is killed, no one will manage the world for him—in fact, sometimes there is a shortage of officials, so that criminals have to wear shackles to manage affairs; Zhu Yuanzhang thought of what he was most afraid of and annoyed when he was making alms, the vicious dog guarding the door of the rich and powerful family.With such a large family property and so many people, how can I do without a group of menacing housekeeper dogs.So from the initial school inspection to the Jinyiwei later, barks and barks sounded from every corner of Daming, and everyone could even feel in their dreams that in the darkness, there were countless smelly, moist, hochi hochi sniffing noses. Look at yourself all over.The abilities of these vicious dogs are indeed not small, and they can even find out who is serving and what food is being invited to the minister's house.Thinking of having so many efficient dogs looking after him every day, Zhu Yuanzhang felt much more at ease. It is necessary to completely defeat the prestige of these sour measures, so that they will never dare to think how extraordinary they are.Zhu Yuanzhang studied history and found that the status of ministers seemed to be inferior to one generation after another.From pre-Qin worshiping each other on knees to sitting and discussing Taoism in Han and Tang Dynasties, to Song Dynasty when the master sat and the ministers stood, and in the Zhu family dynasty, kneeling is a must.Is it okay to just kneel?Just do it to the end and make them feel that it is a grace to be able to kneel—the court stick!If you make a slight mistake, you will pull down your pants and face the big board on your stomach.Let them always remember that they are just slaves of the Zhu family!However, what if those literati who think they are noble hide in their dens and see the right time to mess with it?Zhu Yuanzhang sneered: add a crime, talented "not for the king" - kill! Well, it seems that ordinary officials will be trembling and overwhelmed, and have no energy to think about it. It is said that some officials say goodbye to their families every day before going to court: who knows if they can come back after this trip? After that, Zhu Yuanzhang stared coldly at a place, the last heart disease, and the closest threat to him. Yes, the nearest threat is only one step away from Zhu Yuanzhang's dragon chair - the prime minister. Just when he was about to make a move, he fell asleep and hit the pillow—Prime Minister Hu Weiyong was a little willful.Needless to say, it is needless to say that the whole family was copied and executed. Zhu Yuanzhang struck while the iron was hot, and abolished the prime minister system that had been used for thousands of years in one fell swoop.Why do you want to have such a position by your side that can divide my power?It's just to elevate the authority of the six ministries and let them be directly responsible to me, wouldn't it be enough?At worst, use a few bachelors to help copy and write.Zhu Yuanzhang does not allow power to be entangled with countless silk threads into a strong strand like a rope-this rope is already uncomfortable enough to bind his hands and feet on weekdays, and who can guarantee that one day it will not be strangled around the neck?So he carefully unraveled the threads of power one by one, and scattered them into pairs of tiny hands.And the other end of all the threads can only be tightly held in his own palm, feeling the slight tremor from the distant end of the thread anytime and anywhere. Zhu Yuanzhang is most proud of the waste, and he mentioned it many times complacently.Even a strict order was issued: "In future generations, if the ministers dare to ask for the establishment of a prime minister, the ministers will impeach them immediately; the prisoner Ling Chi and the whole family will be executed!" Finally, Zhu Yuanzhang spit out the depression that had been suppressed for many years, rubbed the cold armrest of the dragon chair, and closed his eyes tiredly.The endless darkness suddenly overwhelmed him. Like a cheetah appearing in a nightmare, only in the dark can Zhu Yuanzhang feel safe and full of strength.Now, he has finally covered the entire world with this sticky, slippery and heavy black curtain.In the boundless darkness, there are barbed wire fences he laid everywhere, tigers, wolves and fierce dogs he raised everywhere, sharp knives and sharp knives he stabbed everywhere, and heavy ropes he entangled everywhere... In the darkness, Zhu Yuanzhang has countless incarnations, like ghosts. Mei fluttered with the wind, coldly opened her green eyes, watching the people stumbling in the darkness. He should be relieved.Because he knew that what he did was as sure as a lion fighting a rabbit: magnifying thousands of mortals and rabbits in the world countless times, until they were magnified to be the same as himself, and they were all regarded as strong lions. Moreover, they all have terrible ambitions and endless conspiracies, and they are all evenly matched opponents.He thinks this is necessary—he never believes in the theory of good nature, and he also understands that the Four Books and Five Classics, benevolence, righteousness and morality are useful, but at most they can only suppress honest people.Everything he tried to implement in the Ming Empire was designed to confine this imaginary ubiquitous opponent and imagine the greatest energy. Zhu Yuanzhang felt that the world was finally settled—didn’t someone boldly draw a picture to imply that Hong Wu, like Maitreya Buddha, firmly packed the world in a cloth bag and carried it on his shoulders?He knew that he had used his ability to the extreme, well, that's enough, the world is like this.From now on, just guard it carefully and don't have any evil thoughts. As long as the small countries around the world are not excessive, they will never conquer. By the way, the sea is also locked, and no boards are allowed to go into the sea. He suddenly had confidence again, and it was absolute confidence: he believed that this system was perfect, and there was no room for any changes.Perhaps, this kind of confidence is still based on the lack of confidence in one's own offspring: those princes and grandchildren who were born in the deep palace and grew up in the hands of women, can they still have the experience and skill of your ancestors?So in the end, he will promulgate the "Da Gao" and "Da Ming Law" that reflect his ability to govern the country and keep his business.From the imperial palaces, deep palaces, provinces and ministries, to the Imperial College, to prefectures and counties, to the villages, everyone has to regard it as the holy language and Lunyin, and know it by heart, soaking it every day until every viscera and every bone is branded. Warning not to do anything wrong. From then on, "All my descendants, who will honor my orders, will not be clever enough to mess with my established methods—— One word cannot be changed! " The Ming Empire wore shackles on its hands and feet, and thick iron chains around its body. It lowered its eyebrows and panted, and walked slowly along the narrow road set by Zhu Yuanzhang with small steps... Wanli four years.It has been 178 years since Zhu Yuanzhang passed away. Spain's military front has swept to the Philippine Islands; and behind the Spanish Armada, the ambitious British Empire is eyeing, salivating and gearing up... Hall of Supreme Harmony, Forbidden City, Beijing.The gray-haired academician Zhang Juzheng knelt in front of the 14-year-old little emperor and wept bitterly—he resigned.He felt very sad, and someone impeached him two days ago.Zhang Juzheng has always been tough and doesn't take these things to heart.But this time, the five-thousand-word memorial scolded him for being a treacherous official and tampering with the ancestral system, but it was his protege who had been supported by him for many years! Even his disciples didn't understand him, Zhang Juzheng felt extremely wronged.Changing the ancestral system without authorization?Zhang Juzheng knew it well, and the emperor should also understand that everything he did was to restore the old system of his ancestors.This point was clearly stated in his first memorial after he took office as the chief assistant: "Stick to the constitution for the ancestors, and dare not change it based on assumptions." What is the method of examination and clearing up the law, isn't it for the Ming Empire to rectify the administration of officials, organize the fields, and take stock of the family property? The Ming Empire is now like a computer system that has not been maintained for more than two hundred years. It is covered with viruses, disks are full of debris, and hard disk partitions have exploded. It could crash at any time. Zhang Juzheng was the best engineer of the Ming Empire for three hundred years, and what he wanted to do was to try to restore the system to the time when Zhu Yuanzhang was. However, the first day Zhang Juzheng rolled up his sleeves to get to work was doomed. His power to operate the system came in an unsightly way—it was actually a power play in collusion with the eunuchs.No matter how powerful one is, how can such a virtue convince the world?In this regard, Zhang Juzheng may be able to explain: otherwise, how could he be on stage?Did our Ming Dynasty ever have a path that could only be passed through moral integrity?But the deadliest thing is this one: Is Zhang Juzheng really on stage? ——Does this station really exist?Do you really think of yourself as a master?Don't forget, the Ming Empire never set up a prime minister—you Zhang Juzheng is just a bachelor, a fifth-rank official of a bachelor, and an adviser to the emperor. What right do you have to dictate the world?My various ministries and courts are responsible for state affairs and are only responsible to the emperor. How can I listen to your command? You said you want to restore the ancestral system, but first of all, wouldn't it be a violation of the ancestral system if a scholar said this and did this? According to the ancestral system, even if you receive the title of Shangshu, you can only take care of one department! Since the name is not correct, of course the words are not correct.Now you and the eunuch are huddling together, the emperor is young and ignorant, we have nothing to do, let's just be aggrieved and follow you-don't be complacent, everyone is waiting to see what happens to you. If Zhu Yuanzhang had a spirit in the ground, seeing his empire so old and riddled with holes, and the only engineer who could try to repair it was so embarrassed, I don't know what he would say. Is it still those few words: "If a minister dares to ask for a prime minister, the ministers will impeach him immediately; the prisoner Ling Chi and the whole family will be executed!" "One word cannot be changed!"