Zhu Shun only used one sentence to dispel the concerns of the crown prince Zhu Cihong: "Gu Yanwu had already come into contact with Mao Thought a year ago, and now he has become an admirer of Mao Thought. ”

Hearing that Gu Yanwu was also an admirer of Mao, the sorrow on the face of the crown prince Zhu Cihong disappeared in an instant, and he had no vigilance against Gu Yanwu in his heart: "It turns out that Gu Yanwu has also read Mao's thoughts, no wonder Mr. values him so much." ”

"Since he is also an admirer of Mao's thought, it is relieved to hand over this birthplace of land reform to him for governance."

Not only is he relieved, even if he has not had any contact, and he has not even met once, the crown prince Zhu Cihong has already made a decision in his heart.

handed over this birthplace of land reform, which was more important than his own life, to Gu Yanwu, and there would be no finger-pointing.

The matter of land reform cannot be delayed, and the crown prince Zhu Cihong spoke a little faster: "Sir, when will you invite Gu Yanwu to come over." ”

Zhu Shun didn't know what the prince Zhu Cihong was thinking at this time, but when he heard this invitation, he understood what the prince Zhu Cihong was thinking at this time.

recognized Gu Yanwu.

Gu Yanwu's talent has not yet been revealed, after all, he is still very young and has not reached the height of the second half of his life.

Others don't know how talented Gu Yanwu is, but Zhu Shun knows better than anyone else that Gu Yanwu, who is buried in a pile of fakes for a few taels of silver, is a real "Lanting Collection Preface".

Caixue is undoubtedly the top among all the scholars in the late Ming Dynasty, after all, he is one of the three major thinkers in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties along with Huang Zongxi.

Zhu Shun said calmly: "No need to invite, Gu Yanwu will come over in the next two days." ”

The crown prince Zhu Cihong didn't ask a word, he was used to being forward-looking, and thought that Mr. was arranging everything for him again.

It has indeed been arranged.

As early as a few days ago, the third uncle Zhu Shou sent a personal entourage to him to ask for half a Mao Xuan, and Zhu Shun passed a message to Gu Yanwu.

If you want half a copy of Mao's thoughts, then go to Miyun County to serve as the magistrate, or the magistrate without any local squire to help govern.

Even if the local squire wanted to help, he was powerless, and he was all lying in the ground, not even a cemetery.

As long as Gu Yanwu can prove his ability and completely stabilize Miyun County, the birthplace of land reform, not to mention half of Mao's thoughts, even if he gives him the whole Mao's thoughts.

As one of the three major thinkers in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, Gu Yanwu's obsession with Mao's thought has reached a level that is unimaginable to normal people, and abnormal people can't imagine it.

It's like a person who has been walking in the dark for many years, and suddenly sees a bright light ahead.

Although it was only a beam, it was enough for him to run to that light with great longing.

Gu Yanwu, who has read Mao's thought no less than thirty or forty times, has reached the point where he can die when he hears about it, where will he let go of this opportunity to get the whole Maoist thought.

After Gu Yanwu got the news, he still showed an ecstatic expression in his calm mind.

This surprised the third uncle Zhu Shou, who was standing next to him at the time, Gu Yanwu had been his master for a while, and he had never seen him show such an expression.

Gu Yanwu, a scholar who was only familiar with equestrianism, immediately rode a batch of the fastest Liaodong horses, which were still fierce horses.

rushed to Miyun County at a speed no less than that of King Gui's son, and saw Zhu Shun and the crown prince Zhu Cihong, who were waiting for him by the small lake.

Although Gu Yanwu's face was full of exhaustion, his eyes had never been so shining as they were today, just like the stars in the dark night.

So there is a god.

It's also so persistent.

Gu Yanwu knew that the official wearing the uniform of the supervising imperial historian was Zhu Cihong, the future prince of the Ming Dynasty, and he couldn't care about tidying up his clothes, so he trotted over rudely: "Gu Yanwu, a grass citizen, visited His Royal Highness the Prince, and met the industrial marquis." ”

Zhu Shun nodded lightly, and the three major thinkers of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties saw one more, which can be regarded as witnessing history.

But he only nodded slightly, and did not show too much strange emotion.

In Gu Yanwu's opinion, it is very reasonable, after all, there is a big difference in the identities of the two, the other party is a high-ranking industrial marquis, and he is just a depressed scholar.

The expression of the crown prince Zhu Cihong had long been a little incomprehensible to Gu Yanwu, and he looked at him with a smile, and he thought he was looking at the crown princess who had not passed the door.

Gu Yanwu saw an emotion in the eyes of the crown prince Zhu Cihong that he had never experienced before, and it was also the one he wanted to see the most.

Identity.

Just met once, and neither of them spoke, and there was a sense of belonging that I had never felt before.

This sense of belonging is stronger than that of returning to one's hometown after many years of being uprooted.

It has even surpassed the ordinary blood relationship, reaching the sense of belonging between children and parents, disciples and husbands.

The intensity of this sense of belonging is the same, but it is very different.

The crown prince Zhu Cihong walked over, held Gu Yanwu's hands, and only said two words.

These two words fell into Gu Yanwu's ears, which was the first time he had heard in Daming, and it was also a new word that Daming scholars never knew.

Gu Yanwu didn't feel a trace of strangeness, but instead gave him a feeling of tears.

"Comrade."