Chapter 2380: Forming a Party
The man in the court 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 Great Court 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 it."
He smiled and said: "The cement was stepped on a few times before it was dry. That's a pit!"
"Yes! In the past, there was a section of cement paved beside the city gate. A cow rushed in. When they were driven out, that section of cement was no longer visible. 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 immediately diverted.
But the people 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 Dynasty, the brutality of party struggles left people with lingering fears.
But look at those officials with twinkling eyes, and 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.
Forming a party is the beginning of 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.
What those officials borrowed this time was the emperor's purge.
They also 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 the watchful eye of 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 done."
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.
Shiwengzhong, also known as Shixiangsheng, was often found in front of the tombs of emperors. They probably wanted to renew the relationship between emperor and minister after death underground.
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 postponed the meeting.
The officials who had secretly formed a clique were frightened. 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 targeted the party today, tomorrow the officials 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 certain 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,
It feels like I am resentful.
So he smiled and said, "What do you think, sir?"
As the emperor's career continued, Zhu Zhanji became more comfortable with the phrase "What do you think?" and his understanding became deeper.
Ask questions first, and then ask the ministers to express their opinions. As an emperor, you can watch and write down each 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 felt that those who wanted to form a party were 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 against a rock.
Those Han generals stood on the side with great courage and still showed no signs of slacking off.
The Han general 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 this is lost, it means that the ruler 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 come 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, but 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.
Now is the time to take sides.
Should I stand on the side of the emperor and identify those officials suspected of forming a clique, or should I stand on the side of my colleagues and suppress the increasingly harsh emperor together?
Yang Rong thought for a moment, sighed in his heart, and whispered: "Don't ease the cheeks for those people!"
Yang Shiqi behind him was stunned, and then said: "Don't ease the cheeks for those people!"
Jin Youzi, who was further behind, did not pass on the message, but whispered: "This is a battle between the emperor and his ministers. We are the assistant scholars. There is no need to remind us which side we should stand on."
In such a big matter as forming a clique, if the assistant scholars stand on the wrong side, even if the emperor does not pursue it, he will not have the face to enter the warm room again.
Huang Huai sighed in his heart, but nodded slightly to show his approval.
Only Yang Pu did not hear it. He did not hear Yang Rong's message or Jin Youzi's complaints.
He was looking up, watching the emperor staring at the distant void with an expressionless face.
It's time to take action!
He saw Zhu Zhanji slowly lower his head and overlook the ministers, and his heart tightened.
What he didn't see was that an official was recording the emperor's previous words, revising them word by word, making sure there were no mistakes.
Zhu Zhanji's mouth corners suddenly curled up slightly, looking a little sarcastic.
"Ministry of Revenue."
Xia Yuanji came out of the class with some difficulty, and responded after a dry cough.
Zhu Zhanji asked calmly: "Are the granaries in the north and south full?"
Xia Yuanji didn't know what the emperor meant by this question, and answered subconsciously: "Yes, Your Majesty, most of the granaries in the north and south are full. Last time, I suggested building more granaries. I don't know what the Ministry of Works thinks. In addition, I suggest that the Ministry of Works and local governments can do more projects during the slack season, and use grain to pay wages, at least consume some storage, and by the way, let the people have more money in their hands."
"Xia Qing is really a man who gets things done."
The emperor's evaluation was very high, and he changed the subject and said: "Let the Ministry of Works in the north and south investigate this matter, find out which projects are indispensable, and arrange them according to urgency."
The Minister of Works came out of the class and responded.
At this moment, a ray of sunlight jumped out from the top of the house in front and landed on the roof of Fengtian Hall, which was magnificent.
Zhu Zhanji said: "Too much grain is a good thing, but also a bad thing."
He actually stood up and walked over, which was rare in the history of the grand court meeting, even Zhu Di would not do this.
He looked at the ministers with his hands behind his back, and the morning light passing over his head was faintly shining.
"Too much grain will rot. Who knows that every grain on the plate is hard-earned? This is the teaching of Emperor Wen when I was enlightened, so this problem should be solved."
Sell it, sell it by the government!
This is the voice of most ministers, so that there will be more money in the court.
Xia Yuanji shook his head disapprovingly. He felt that it was not a disaster year and the grain price was not high. The official sale would only suppress the grain price and disappoint those farmers who wanted to exchange some grain for money.
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