"Ahh

Zhu Hejia, who was strolling on the street with his father, sneezed for no reason, he didn't know that there were already people eyeing the Qinghe School waiting for him to enter, search his body, and make a "windfall", at this time, his eyes were staring curiously at the street. For him, everything in the outside world is curiosity.

Although as the crown prince, he had the opportunity to leave the palace every week, but there were not many opportunities to go shopping like this, especially with his father.

"Dad, what is this?"

Looking at the delicate villains on the roadside stalls, Zhu Hejia immediately leaned over curiously and watched the colorful dough turn into Sun Wukong in the hands of the master.

"It's a noodle man."

The craft of the kneader, even in the 21st century, can occasionally be seen, but it seems that the craftsmen of hundreds of years are not as exquisite as the craftsmen of today, it is no wonder, after all, at this time, the kneading man is a craft, in the 21st century? Well, the doorway to make money.

Although both crafts are for making money, if they all fall into the eyes of that money, naturally there will be no crafts.

"How much does this person cost?"

"This person has a penny, this dragon has two pennies, and this Tang monk is holding the white dragon horse, three pennies."

When watching his son take out his pocket money from the money bag to buy noodles, Zhu Mingzhong just smiled slightly, he didn't want his son to know the cost of firewood, rice, oil and salt in the future, so he deliberately cultivated his sense of financial management, and fixed pocket money is naturally indispensable - no more, no less fifty wen per week.

Although he didn't have much time to spend money, he donated his pocket money every week when he went to the temple. Only when it is time to go out shopping, he has the opportunity to spend money, but this opportunity is always too rare, although sometimes Zheng Ling occasionally goes out of the palace, but he rarely brings his son, and Zhu Mingzhong is the same.

On the contrary, his teacher often took several princes to the street together, but they went to the street more to experience "human suffering" than to go shopping and consume.

Although dozens of dollars are not much consumption, but through this consumption process, he can understand the concept of money, which is the purpose of Zhu Mingzhong taking a shopping trip, of course, this time out of the palace, not only for this reason. It is because before his son was about to "start school", he, like many fathers of the Ming Dynasty, took his children to buy the four treasures of the study near the "holy temple" as a gift to the child. Although there are better four treasures of the study in the palace, this is a kind of "tradition", of course, it is a "tradition" that has just emerged in the past four years in the Ming Dynasty - the new rites transmitted to the people through social science.

The Four Treasures of the Study!

It was a gift from a father to his son's schooling. Sometimes, "tradition" needs to be maintained, and building tradition requires "leading by example". After the father and son bought the four treasures of the study, Zhu Mingzhong led his son to the "Holy Temple", three years ago, this "Holy Temple" was just a model, but now this is the largest "Temple" in the Ming Dynasty.

In the past four years, the "religious reform" has slowly played a role, once upon a time, Confucianism used to govern the country, has now become a kind of religion, through the opening ceremony, coming-of-age ceremony, wedding, funeral and so on penetrated into all aspects of the life of the Ming people, and even divided into the "indoctrination area", regardless of the status of the high, all in the same "holy temple", just like this "holy temple" its believers are both royal and commoner.

Of course, this is not a "tradition" now, and if it wants to become a "tradition", it is necessary to spread all this to the world through sociology, and in the end, Confucianism becomes a tradition, it is not a religion, but to some extent, it is equivalent to a religion.

Entering the "Datong Hall", entering the temple that draws on the Western-style church, the tall hall shows the insignificance of the people, and also makes people feel a sense of awe, for this psychological hint transmitted through the building, Zhu Mingzhong is naturally very clear, and because of this, although his expression is solemn, but there is actually no awe in his heart, but Zhu Hejia who followed his father, he used to be called Zhu Yi, and he is also the eldest son of the royal family, according to the inheritance of the emperor, he was born as the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, and is the prince, even when he was in infancy, he used to "supervise the country" Jiangbei.

Zhu Hejia is no stranger to the Datong Palace, his opening ceremony was held here, and every once in a while, he will come here with his father, mother and noble ministers to participate in the "provincial capital" - three provinces and my body, with three views.

This is a necessary homework for people, but it is usually at home, in the classroom and other places, only on special days, will come to the Datong Hall to participate in the provincial capital, reflect on themselves.

If it is okay to maintain a sense of reverence, what is a sense of reverence?

Courteously stand.

For Zhu Hejia, who was less than six weeks old, he didn't know the truth of his father's words, he just remembered it silently, and then every time he came to this Datong Palace, he would think of this sentence in his heart, and while maintaining awe, he reminded himself to stay away from all this.

Stand in front of the icon with your father, close your eyes and reflect on yourself.

But with many adults there to close their eyes and rebel: or to be unfaithful to others? Or make friends and don't believe them? Or is it sincere? Or is it shameless to say or do? Or is it full of strength? Or work hard without regrets? The difference is that for Zhu Hejia, what he reflects on is at most "learning but not merit?" It seems that it is not yet time to enroll.

Tomorrow, he will enter the Tsarskoye School, which is a social school for the children of the royal family and the children of the lords. And he was the first child of the royal family to enter the Huangcun School, although there were also children of the clan before, but he was the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty.

However, Zhu Hejia didn't seem to feel any pressure, and when he was reflecting, he would even have in his mind the toy he had just gotten - a model of a warship!

In another 10 years, or at most 20 years, Confucianism should truly return to its roots. It became a philosophy.

Although he closed his eyes in front of the "holy icon" and reflected, what Zhu Mingzhong was thinking about was how to break this "holy image" and turn him into a mud bodhisattva.

There was no reverence for this so-called "icon" at all, but this did not prevent him from showing a solemn and solemn appearance, after all, he was the emperor, and he wanted to influence others with his own actions.

"Yi'er,"

Although he has recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, and his son's name has been changed from Zhu Yi to Zhu Hejia, his milk name has not changed, and in private, Zhu Mingzhong will still call him Yi'er.

"Come here."

Coming to the altar on the side, Zhu Mingzhong opened the thick diocesan ceremony register on the stage, according to the new rites of the Ming Dynasty, every child at the age of six, in fact, five weeks old, must be in the temple to receive the "opening ceremony", as the crown prince Zhu Hejia is no exception.

"Look, where is your name?"

On the day of the salute, Zhu Mingzhong pointed to the page in the register and asked his son beside him.

"Here."

With more than a dozen names registered in the foot-wide register, Zhu Hejia could find his name without difficulty.

"Look at your name in front of you, what's his name?"

"Nanlin, this surname is rare."

Zhu Hejia replied disappretently.

And Zhu Mingzhong just smiled slightly, he looked at this register, on this, everyone is fair, even the name of the prince is written together by the children of commoners, and he will not open another book because of his different status.

"Do I have a lord surnamed Nan in the Ming Dynasty?"

"Hmm...... No. ”

Zhu Hejia replied in the affirmative.

"Are there any dignitaries and dignitaries of Nanguan?"

"Nope."

Although he is less than six years old, Zhu Hejia can still be sure that among the current princes and nobles of the Ming Dynasty, there is absolutely no one surnamed Nan, and as for the prominent ministers in the court, there is also no one surnamed Nan.

"The Nan family should be civilians."

"That's true."

Zhu Mingzhong pointed to the name, and then said.

"You see, even if you are the crown prince and the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, but your name is also written after the common people, you are actually no different from them, you remember, the only thing that distinguishes people in the world is whether he holds virtue or not."

Unlike the emperors of this era, Zhu Mingzhong did not want his children to be ignorant of the people's sufferings when it came to educating his children, and it was for this reason that he suggested to his son's teacher that the prince and princess should be taken to the civilian areas and villages near Jingshi, so that they could have an understanding of the lives of the common people.

"They must learn to be sympathetic, a prince who doesn't know what sympathy is, will not be a good prince."

Perhaps, Zhu Mingzhong can be hard-hearted, but he doesn't know that his children are also hard-hearted, and the emperor must not only have an iron-hearted side, but also a benevolent side, at least treat his own people, and must be merciful. Only then will it be possible to become a competent emperor.

"The child knows."

Looking at the name that was ranked before him, Zhu Hejia's big eyes were full of curiosity, at least at this moment, compared to the importance of holding virtues, he was more curious about who this "Nanlin" was, and he could actually rank before the name of the palace, although there were hundreds of thick pages in front of his name, and the names were also written on it.

After the father and son left the "Holy Temple", their solemn and solemn expressions immediately turned into bright smiles, and just as Zhu Hejia happily followed his father through the street, the shouts of the newsboys came from there.

"Outside the number, outside the number, build a prisoner and commit a border, and defeat the ...... for my Ming official army"

The newsboy's shout made Zhu Mingzhong stunned at first, and then smiled, do they still have the courage to do so?