"Your Majesty, the eldest son asks to see you."

As soon as Ying Zheng returned to the Pingtian Palace, Zhao Zhong walked in and bowed his hand.

"Announce it!"

Ying Zheng is not surprised, he naturally knows his son very well, and he also has a headache.

Soon, a young man with clear eyebrows and a burly figure walked in.

"Fusu pays a visit to his father."

The young man came to the front of the temple, was polite, and bowed his hand.

Looking at his son, Ying Zheng had a complicated mood.

According to the memory from the future, his son was kind and pedantic, and when he received Hu Hai's call, he never wanted to verify the authenticity, so he chose to draw his sword and kill himself without hesitation.

This is the power of the spirit, and many times it is not necessary to use a sword to kill.

Confucianism is not entirely undesirable, at least in terms of educating people and training morality, it is indeed unique in the world.

It is no wonder that the later generations of Kongqiu were able to distinguish between countries and skin colors, and were deeply loved by those in power.

The idea of loyalty to the monarch and patriotism is indeed the best choice for the art of controlling the people.

As long as everyone in the world is loyal and patriotic, why not be happy?

But everything must be done in moderation, and once it becomes a fool's policy, as in the later generations, it is very undesirable.

The purpose of controlling the people is to integrate the power of the entire empire, drive the imperial chariot, and let the empire and the entire nation be of one heart and one mind, and unite with the outside world.

Fooling the people is only to consolidate the legitimate rights and interests of those in power, at the expense of the wisdom of the people, and at the cost of weakening the overall strength of the country and the nation, which is despicable and pedantic.

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, Ying Zheng said with a majestic expression: "What's the matter? ”

Fusu was slightly stunned, but soon returned to normal.

In his heart, his father will always be so solemn and majestic, like a god, unattainable.

He is a mountain that he has wanted to reach all his life, but he has always felt that it is out of reach.

"Father, my son-in-law heard that today's court, the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military affairs are arguing endlessly over the establishment of a national school, I don't know if it's true?"

Fusu groaned for a while, and then spoke eloquently.

Although Fusu is the eldest son, he has always been a meritocracy and will not be nepotism.

Among his many sons, several of them were crowned as adults, but they did not receive any official positions.

Therefore, even if he is the prince of the empire, he also has no right to participate in the court meeting in front of the palace.

Although they could not participate in the court meeting, it did not affect their ability to obtain the content of the court meeting.

The Taifu, who was in charge of teaching the princes, received his tacit approval and would inform the princes of the contents of the daily court meeting so that the princes could participate in the debate.

"That's true."

Ying Zheng held the concerto and said casually while watching the recital.

"The establishment of Chinese culture is a policy for the benefit of the country and the people."

"But the sons and daughters can't understand why my father approved the establishment of a national school, but only accepted the children of the powerful to enroll, and rejected the poor people in the world."

"The children of the powerful are the subjects of Great Qin, so aren't all the people in the world the people of the emperor the people of the father?"

Although Fusu was a little panicked in his heart, for the sake of all the people in the world, he felt that he was right, and he still fought for reason.

"Hah! Ha! Ha! ”

Ying Zheng laughed, and then put down the piece in his hand directly.

Fusu's heart trembled, but he stubbornly met his father's gaze, not wanting to show the slightest cowardice.

"That's a good question."

"I also ask you, do you know how much Great Qin's taxes are in a year? And how much is the expense? ”

Ying Zheng suddenly changed his words, looked at Fusu with deep eyes, and asked loudly.

"I don't know."

Fusu smiled, and then said very honestly.

"Great Qin is rich all over the world, annexes six countries, and pays about 150 million stone grains every year."

"But Great Qin fought in the south and in the north, opened mountains and built roads, and spent money and grain every year, equivalent to nearly 200 million stones."

"The accumulation of several generations of Great Qin has been exhausted."

"There are only two options at the moment, either to reduce treasury spending, or to raise taxes to balance the treasury losses."

"But the war in southern Xinjiang is related to the fortunes of the country and must not be stopped."

"Although I have stopped the huge projects in various places, Hu Di in northern Xinjiang has been invading endlessly, if we can't stop the future troubles forever, the people of northern Xinjiang will face endless incursions, how can they live and work in peace and contentment?"

"The galloping road, track, and straight road leading to the northern frontier cannot be stopped, and soon the Great Qin Empire will raise a northern expedition to shock the prestige of the country and reassure the hearts of the people."

"The Great Qin tax was changed from the Shang monarch to the system of ten takes, and now it is a five-to-one system. The people are still self-sufficient, and the taxes can only be reduced, not increased. ”

"The large-scale establishment of a national school will only crush the finances of the Great Qin Empire, and the Great Qin has no extra money and food to teach the people of the world."

"Do you know who the richest man in the world is?"

"Do you think my father is the richest man in the world?"

"No, you're wrong, my father is indeed the richest person in the world in name, but my father is also the most expensive person in the world."

"The really rich people in this world are still those powerful, not their fathers."

Ying Zheng's voice did not have the slightest emotional color, and patiently taught Fusu a vivid lesson, teaching by word and deed.

"Since the treasury is out of balance, why did my father insist on doing so many projects that cost the people and money in the past few years?"

Fusu was puzzled.

"Stupid."

"Hundreds of years of strife in China have long been devastated all over the land."

"The war of annihilation began, and all countries tried in vain to resist the surging trend at any cost, and exhausted their people's strength to completely wither the already miserable people's livelihood."

"Daqin dominates the four seas, not only gets the world, but also gets a bunch of messes."

"Before the death of the nobles of the Six Kingdoms, they launched a silent plunder, large areas of land were wasted, and fertile land was burned."

"If it weren't for my work for relief and helping the world, the land of Shenzhou would have been starving all over the place, and corpses would be everywhere."

"The southern expedition to Baiyue, the division of 500,000, the old Qin people are less than 100,000, and the rest are the soldiers of the six countries of Shandong."

"If you can't expand your territory and open up your territory, and feed the war with war, millions of troops from the six countries will be able to gnaw away the Great Qin Empire, how can these surrendered prisoners of war be appeased?"

Ying Zheng was a little disappointed and roared.

Everyone in the world can think of himself as cruel and unkind, enslaving all people to build his own monument.

But even the son who he had high hopes for felt that he was working hard and wasting money, and he was so happy that he was so disappointed and heartbroken.

Who in this world can understand my painstaking efforts?

Fusu looked at his angry father and was a little frightened.

At the same time, listening to his father's words, he felt as if he had been opened the door to a new world.

All the doubts of the past seem to have disappeared one by one.

I also questioned and complained about these things back then, but what my father left to him was always a high and undesecrated face.

He never explained, let alone reprimanded himself as he did today.

"Father, the son knows that he is wrong."

Unconsciously, Fusu had already burst into tears, knelt down directly, buried his head, and said with regret.

"Everything in this world, what you see must be true, maybe it's just the appearance."

"I don't need to explain the merits and demerits to the world."

"Today is the first time I have made an exception and the last time I miss the relationship between flesh and blood."

"Do it yourself!"

"Step down ......"

Ying Zheng looked at the figure of Fusu crawling and crying bitterly, and his heart was even more angry, and he said angrily.

How can his own son be so weak?