Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty - v2 Chapter 1810

  Chapter 1810 The Teacher of Benevolence and Righteousness

   Facing Fang Jifan’s contempt.

  These Confucian officials looked as usual.

  They are readers.

  Scholars have always been far-sighted.

  The content of their thinking will be much more than ordinary people.

so…

   At this time, although Li Zheng was still a little scared in his heart, he still had some numbers.

  He saw the contemptuous expressions of the prince and the regent, but he exchanged glances with the Confucian officials around him.

Then… he bowed to Zhu Zaimo: “His Royal Highness smashed Ottoman today. It can be said that the whole world is celebrating. The Ottoman soldiers and civilians are all rejoicing. It’s just that Suleiman and his ancestors are operating here day by day. The so-called freezing three feet is not a day.” The cold. The minister is waiting here… Endure the humiliation and make plans for His Highness…”

  Zhu Zaimo frowned and said, “What exactly do you want to say?”

Li Zheng looked a little embarrassed, and then said: “The ancients said that it is easy to conquer the world, but it is difficult to dominate the world. After all, this Ottoman is not the two capitals and fourteen provinces in the Guan, and the people’s hearts have not yet attached. My Ming Dynasty wants long-term peace and stability, and the ministers should do their best. “

Speaking… Li Zheng said seriously: “I have created a yellow book in Ottoman, and I have all the people and household registers in the Ottoman lands. Time will order people to properly protect it.”

“Besides… there are Confucian scholars in every Ottoman state city. Confucian scholars have been teaching people here for ten years. In the past ten years, they have quite a few disciples. Now… there are millions of Ottomans who can speak Chinese from top to bottom. If Your Majesty is willing to accept them, divide the states, establish tribute courts in each state, and open the imperial examination, the Ottomans will be full of talents, and they will win the hearts of the court. Is there any reason why this Ottomans will not have long-term stability?”

  The words of Li Zheng… made Zhu Zaimo silent for a moment.

  Behind these words… there is quite a mystery.

   On the one hand, Li Zheng told the prince that he protected the Yellow Book, and that the imperial court must control the household registration, population, and property in order to rule here.

  The Yellow Book was edited by Confucian scholars who entered Ottoman for Suleiman, and this…is the basis of rule.

  On the other hand, Li Zheng told the prince insinuatingly that Osman was once a foreign vassal after all, and he had not yet been educated.

   To govern this place, it is necessary to win over the powerful families here, form a new class, and then rely on these people to rule.

  At present…Osman is capable of governing for the imperial court. Apart from the original old nobles, it is the Confucians trained by Li Zheng and other Han Confucians in the past ten years.

  Those old aristocrats had a lot of desires. Originally in the Ottoman era, they had a large number of territories and countless servants. What did the court use to feed them?

   But Confucians are different.

  Everyone is well fed.

  On weekdays, in the local area, teaching the rulers and ministers, and promoting Sinology, even if you want to get rich and powerful, you still need to work hard, study hard, and participate in the imperial examinations before you have a chance to get fame.

  As far as the imperial court is concerned, which method is more cost-effective?

  Zhu Zaimo’s heart seemed to be swaying.

  Li Zheng’s words are not unreasonable, but he is still a little hesitant.

   After all, he hated people like Li Zheng deeply.

  I want to come… This is why those founding kings always like to humiliate Confucian scholars.

  After all… People who have conquered the world will inevitably have more knowledge, and seeing their former enemies bow down to you. For these people… it is inevitable that you will feel contemptuous.

  But the governance of the world cannot bypass them after all.

  Zhu Zaimo looked at Fang Jifan, hoping that his mentor would make up his mind.

  Fang Jifan sat on the horse and sighed again: “What a bunch of dogs.”

   Fang Jifan expressed the same feeling just now.

  The former’s tone was full of anger. The latter said the same thing, but it was filled with emotion.

  Zhu Zaimo immediately heard the deep meaning contained in the teacher’s tone.

Yes… Although these dogs are very annoying, they are the best plan to rule Ottoman, and use the lowest cost to rule this big country that spans thousands of miles. It seems that there are many disadvantages, but some kind of To a certain extent, it is also the most realistic method. Promote new learning in the two capitals and fourteen provinces, use old Confucianism to rule in Ottoman, and adopt the method of enfeoffment in Huangjinzhou.

  Zhu Zaimo said: “I’ll sort out the yellow book immediately, and put up a notice to calm the people.”

  Li Zheng and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

  They will never surrender easily. Since they surrender, they will definitely have something to rely on.

  What they rely on… is that the imperial court still needs themselves for the time being.

  Therefore…they hurriedly kowtowed and said: “The minister waits to obey the imperial edict.”

   Zhu Zaimo and others continued to march into the city.

   And at this time…

  Looking from a distance.

   But he saw that the Ottoman palace was already in flames.

  A large number of new troops rushed in that direction, eager to fight the fire.

  Zhu Zaimo heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a feeling of comprehension: “Is Suleiman still in the palace?”

   “Yes, Your Highness.” Fang Jifan said: “It’s a pity, he is a good person.”

  Zhu Zaimo thought for a while and said, “But… Teacher, you scolded him yesterday.”

Fang Jifan straightened his face immediately, and said sadly: “Yesterday he didn’t die, but now he must have been burned to death, hey… Suleiman can be regarded as the master of talent and strategy. I have dealt with him in the capital. The man is majestic, very enlightened, he really shouldn’t have fallen into such a fate, wailing, my brother Suleiman, wailing, my brother Suleiman… His Royal Highness and I brought troops here, what we did, It’s just a crusade against traitors and has nothing to do with him. How could he think that he can’t think about it so much. His Royal Highness, Suleiman was the emperor of the Ottoman dynasty after all, and now he died under reproach. His Highness should inherit his will and kill this Ottoman. A traitor, avenge Suleiman. Not only that, but also need to appease his clan, and order people to protect the tomb of the Ottoman royal family, not to be damaged by thieves. At that time…you need to save his remains, and bury him with the emperor’s ceremony. Go to sacrifice.”

  Zhu Zaimo saw his mentor’s lamenting expression, and he seemed to understand in his heart that his mentor and Suleiman had met several times when they were in the capital.

  Although each is their own master now, but the person is dead, it is inevitable to be a little sentimental.

  Master is a kind person.

  Fang Jifan didn’t say anything else, he took the lead in horse riding, and led a team of guards to the Ottoman Palace first!

  The fire in Miyagi has been extinguished.

  The officers and soldiers of the new army have closed all the doors, and all the female relatives have been protected.

  Fang Jifan looked at this foreign court, and murmured in his heart…it would be better to burn this place, and then find a new site and build a new city.

  Of course… this is just an occupational disease, he quickly dismissed this idea, and said to himself… Now that he is the regent, he must not make his situation small.

  Find a side hall to rest, but it was Wang Yi, the commander of the Second Army, who came in a hurry and said excitedly: “Master…Master…”

  Wang Yi claimed that he was in the army and studied in night school with Wang Shouren, so he claimed to be a child of the Wang family, so naturally, he brazenly called Fang Jifan his master.

“Master, I found it, I found it. It is also his luck that Suleiman is not dead. He wanted to die, but who knew that the loyal **** rescued him just as the fire started. Ordering the search for Suleiman’s remains, we must be restrained, but who would have thought…they found a big living person…”

   “Ah…” Fang Jifan held the teacup, his arm trembled, and the tea poured down subconsciously: “No…not dead…”

   This is really unexpected!

   “Exactly, the student has ordered someone to take him properly…”

  Fang Jifan calmed down and interrupted him: “Enough, don’t talk anymore.”

  Wang Yi was taken aback for a moment, he knew that Master had something to say.

   But Fang Jifan sighed: “Everyone knows that he is dead. If he is alive now, wouldn’t everyone be embarrassed? Hey…let’s burn it again. This time it must be successful, so I won’t be sad again.”

  Wang Yi: “…”

   What Shigong said was right, he turned around and was about to leave.

   Behind.

  Fang Jifan sighed, but suddenly said: “Wait a minute.”

  Wang Yi turned his head and glanced at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan sighed: “There is no need to burn it anymore. My inner conscience tells me that destiny cannot be violated, and a man cannot be sorry for his friends. How about this… You immediately order someone to take him under custody, and find a corpse outside, and say this It’s his remains. As for him himself… Escort him secretly and send him to the Golden Continent.”

  Wang Yi trembled, and gave a thumbs up in his heart, Master… really benevolent.

  …

  Before the end of this book, I recommend a book “I really don’t want to get rich” by a friend.

  (end of this chapter)