Chapter 2447: There Has Never Been Any Mutual Understanding

The construction site is never a good place. Whether it is the sergeant, clerk, or foreman who supervises the work, there are often some dark thoughts brewing there.

As long as humanity is immortal, corruption will continue.

Interest is like a magnet that makes people lean towards it involuntarily.

Fang Xing and Cao Fei stood on a hill made of excavated earth, silently looking at the construction site not far away.

Cao Fei's expression was solemn, but he didn't look as vulgar as yesterday.

He looked at a team of large trucks pulling the excavated soil and said, "It's all hard work."

These words were meaningless, and Fang Xing did not speculate, "Those people must not dare to speak for Brother Yu. It is impossible to change, but they are not willing to give in. They are worried that the future prince will be like the current majesty, or even It will be more vivid.”

At this time, a carriage stopped. The horse pulling the carriage kept kicking the ground and refused to move.

The coachman was furious. They all paid according to the number of carriages. If the horse stopped, it would be in vain.

"What's the use of forcing a cow to have its head pressed if it doesn't drink water!"

When Fang Xing saw the coachman whipping the horse, he shook his head and said: "At this moment, the court is like this horse that refuses to go. Whipping is naturally one of the methods, but more of it is an exchange of benefits. "

Cao Fei said with some surprise: "Does Your Majesty still have to give them benefits? For example, re-evaluate the tax exemption for the gentry."

Fang Xing shook his head: "It is inevitable for the eldest prince to become a prince. Your Majesty has been holding off, just to save his own grape trellis. In addition, it is a buffer. He must wait until the fields are cleared before he can be canonized, otherwise there will be chaos."

Others would probably not dare to hear this, but Cao Fei, as an old man in the palace, was fearless.

He smiled and said: "When our family came out, the atmosphere in the palace was a bit not good."

"I am very sure of that."

Fang Xing didn't think Sun had any room to fight back, and she didn't even dare to fall out with Zhu Zhanji.

Cao Fei stamped his feet, probably thinking of something funny, and smiled: "Your Majesty first proposed the idea of ​​establishing a prince, and then sat back and watched the turmoil below. The only thing to worry about now is the palace. Fortunately, the Queen is very calm. , the same every day.”

"She is the queen, and Corn is the eldest son. What is she afraid of?"

The Queen has gradually become more calm over the years, at least she is no longer as flustered as before.

"Your Majesty has been to the palace several times, and it is said that she had a very pleasant conversation with the Queen."

"Uncle Xinghe, he has been a master for three generations. If he teaches one more generation, he will be a veteran minister for four generations."

Four generations instead of four dynasties, Cao Fei's sense of proportion is surprisingly good.

Fang Xing was looking at the parked car.

After being whipped a few times, the coachman couldn't bear it anymore and just pushed and cursed.

Then an old man came. He walked over and touched the horse's head and looked into its eyes. Then squat down and lift the horse's hoof with your hands.

The horse actually obeyed him very well.

The old man looked at the horse's hoof, found something, and pulled it off.

The coachman thanked him a lot, and the old man frowned and said a few words to him, probably saying that he shouldn't be anxious about doing things and look for reasons.

After the old man left, the driver quickly ran to find the foreman, probably asking for leave.

When he came back, he unloaded a load of dirt and even a large truck.

The driver pulled the cart, and the horse followed beside it, nuzzling its owner with its head from time to time, and the driver also stretched out his hand to touch its head.

"This is mutual understanding, but the gentry and officials lack consideration for His Majesty and state affairs, and only remember their own interests."

There were only two of them here, so Fang Xing spoke boldly.

"What bullshit orthodoxy? The so-called orthodoxy is the business of the people they eat. They are not protecting the orthodoxy, but protecting their own iron rice bowl!"

"See you Xinghe Bogao!"

Cao Fei leaned over and picked up a piece of soil, broke it into pieces and scattered it.

"No matter what the orthodoxy of our family is, we only know that once the eldest prince ascends, the situation in the court will probably become tense again, and the source of all this is you, Uncle Xinghe.

"

Fang Xing nodded slightly.

"Those people are afraid of you becoming the teacher of the future prince, but the imperial concubine is not afraid. It's just that she doesn't have this opportunity."

Cao Fei seemed to be an old man Zhu Zhanji trusted, so even the Sun family in the palace dared to tease him about him.

"If you, Xinghebo, become the prince's teacher, Confucian people will worry about their own jobs, and then the prince's situation will be very difficult."

"so what?"

Fang Xing's attitude was very firm, "I will teach the crown prince!"

"You have taught the prince, but who can trouble him to clear it up?"

Cao Fei said with a headache: "We all in the palace know that those people are eyeing the position of the prince's teacher, but His Majesty has decided on you Xinghe Bo a long time ago. However, I have a headache!"

“Smooth sailing is not innovation!”

Fang Xing waved his hand slightly, as if to get rid of something, and then strode off the small bag of dirt.

Cao Fei watched him go down, and when he saw Jin Youzi and others coming from a distance, he smiled and said, "You guys are in different beds, seeking the skin of a tiger without even realizing it!"

Since the weather has not warmed up yet, the soil below is still frozen and hard. In order to have a solid foundation, Fang Xing and Jin Youzi discussed it and decided to stop rolling all the way and only dig the earth.

As a result, the progress of the project was greatly accelerated.

As long as work does not stop, it is a happy life for the people. As for other things, they are just gossip when they are bored.

"I heard that a prince is going to be established."

"It's a good thing. They say this is the foundation of the country. Once the Ming Dynasty is established, it will be stable."

"But those scholars are panicking! They say the country's foundation is not good."

"That's nonsense. I heard the eldest prince is only a few years old. What's so good about him?"

"They were worried that Xing Hebo would become the prince's teacher."

…

Fang Xing remained the same as before, checking on the construction site every day, as if he really came to Shandong to supervise the work.

But building a road actually required Fang Xing and Jin Youzi, plus Yan Dajian to supervise the work. This was a bit grand.

So Jin Youzi went around to inspect, and wherever he went, he would inevitably summon the local gentry to talk.

"Be brave and diligent, don't study hard!"

In the government office of Dongchang Mansion, a dark crowd of people filled the open space in front of the lobby.

The prefect and his officials stood in front, followed by well-known local gentry.

Jin Youzi's gray beard trembled with the rhythm of his speech, and was as stiff as a frozen brush.

"Reading and understanding is the first, and the second is articles, but articles are not rigid."

Jin Youzi clenched his left hand, palm upward, then slowly raised his thumb and said: "The first thing in the article is the title. Don't get involved in romance, mountains, and rivers. What's important is the country and the people."

His eyes are sharp and his voice is powerful.

"You must remember the words of the saint and think about the national economy and the people's livelihood. Don't talk about the principles of life. That is bullshit!"

Well!

There was a commotion below, and the gentry were all wondering if the old man above was the fake Jin Youzi.

But Jin Youzi said extremely firmly: "I turned around and wrote a letter back to Beijing to remind my colleagues and Your Majesty that future examinations must be close to the national economy and people's livelihood, and to test students' grasp of current affairs. If you don't understand, then Go home and teach some children how to read and make a living, or start farming yourself!”

There was another commotion below, and the prefect turned around and said in a deep voice: "Quiet."

This means that the county magistrate is not as good as the current one.

Some people made a noise when the dignified prime minister Jin Youzi spoke, but the prefect, who had much less power and official position than him, just glanced at the gentry, and the scene became quiet.

Jin Youzi felt desolate in his heart. He had just had the idea of ​​reforming Confucianism last night, but it disappeared almost instantly.

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