"Son, do you think that the people of the Imperial Hall did not agree to this matter, and they are on your side?" Mu Yingbao asked with a smile.

Brother Hui put down the bucket in his hand and looked at his mother; "The son didn't think so, but just felt that since they didn't follow this matter, then the son spoke, and they should come forward to deal with this matter."

Mu Yingbao smiled and shook her head; "Their identities are indeed suitable for doing this, but they still can't be found. Whether they or the other ministers of the DPRK and China, the reason why they did not go along does not mean that they do not support that small number of people.

Some may be hesitating, others may be waiting to see how things develop before making a decision. There are also some people, even if they don't agree with those people, but they are not confident enough, so they choose to keep their mouths shut. ”

"Mother, my son knows that you must have an idea, so don't torture your son, hurry up." Brother Hui was anxious.

Mu Yingbao patted him on the shoulder; "Son, I believe you, after the incident, you must be thinking of countermeasures, and besides, you already have an idea. Come on, let's talk about it. ”

"Mother, are you testing your son?" Brother Hui is coquettish.

Mu Yingbao stalled his hands; "Son, you are now the emperor of a country, you can't handle this thing, just go back to grow sweet potatoes with your mother, and set up a stall on the street to sell baked sweet potatoes."

Brother Hui looked at his mother worriedly, and really wanted to say yes, yes, it's better to leave now.

Selling sweet potatoes, grilled fish, roasted corn, what is not free, while selling while smelling the fragrance, hungry to eat, how simple and happy.

"Okay, then the son will talk about it, and the mother can't laugh at it if it doesn't speak well." Brother Hui surrendered helplessly.

"What does it matter if my mother smiles, and there are no outsiders." Mu Yingbao still joked, let's go, let's go to the pavilion over there to talk.

In the pavilion not far away, someone has already hung a lantern, and the moths and small flying insects around the lantern are flying and flying.

Brother Hui said hello and walked with her over there, and he didn't carry the bucket on the ground, and the people who followed not far away would carry it when they came.

In the pavilion, some people came to prepare first, and the stone bench was laid with a mat, and melons and fruits were placed on the stone table.

"What about the son, I remember that my mother said that the waves wash the sand, and the rest is gold ......." As soon as Brother Hui said this, Mu Yingbao burst out laughing.

"Mother?" Brother Hui looked at her sadly and encouraged himself to say his thoughts, so he hit people when he said it?

Mu Yingbao hurriedly waved her hand to explain; "Don't get me wrong, son, it's not what you think, it's what you just said, I only told your father during the day, so, you know."

When Brother Hui heard this, his mother's expression didn't look like he was fooling himself.

"Mother's meaning, shouldn't she want to go with her son?" Brother Hui has such thoughts, but he still can't believe that his thoughts are really in sync with his mother's ability?

"Well, I'm curious too, son, you go on." Mu Yingbao was also a little excited and excited.

"Okay, the son continues, the son's thoughts are like this, since what happened this time is not unanimously agreed by all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, but a small part, can it be understood that what the small number of people mentioned is also the reason of the small number of people themselves.

He is the kind of person who thinks like that, and this has absolutely to do with his own thoughts.

As the king of a country, what his son wants to do is how to let the people of Yanguo live and work in peace and contentment, without starvation or cold. Whatever works is what the son does.

The son won't think about anything else, he won't be entangled, after the people are full of food and clothing, will they be full of warm thoughts, I don't know how to be grateful, and I become lazy.

Mother, this line of thinking should be fine, right? Brother Hui stopped and asked halfway through speaking.

Mu Yingbao didn't smile, but nodded very seriously.

This kid, good!

"Then since it's not wrong for my son to think so, why can't that part of the people be like my son, just thinking about how to assist my son in taking care of the government and politics, and think about how to make the people of Yanguo live well?

Why do they have to worry about what they think is bad?

The son felt that, in the final analysis, these ministers were still not qualified enough.

My son doesn't need such a minister, even if their original intention is for my son's sake and my good, I won't appreciate it.

After ascending the throne, the son can give the court a big blood change, which does not mean that these people who are now officials in the court will not change like nails nailed to the court. If you are not suitable to be my minister, then there is no need to continue to stay, what to do and do evil?

And, in the name of my good?

I Yanguo is full of talents, and those who have not entered the court as officials are not necessarily talented. Speaking of this, Brother Hui paused again to observe his mother's reaction.

Because he found that the more he spoke, the more serious his mother's expression became, so that he felt a little bottomless in his heart.

"Don't sell it, keep talking." Mu Yingbao couldn't hide the excitement in her heart and urged.

"The son should also weed out the bad ones and give other talented people the opportunity to serve the country and the people. Therefore, the son wants to eliminate people who are not suitable to continue to stay in the court as officials. Mother, what do you think of your son's thoughts? Does it work? Brother Hui finally told his mother his true plans.

Mu Yingbao raised her hands and gave a thumbs up to the child; "I'm not wrong, my son is the best, the best."

"Mother, is it true? Do you also think that the idea of a son is feasible? Brother Hui stood up excitedly.

Mu Yingbao nodded affirmatively; "Son, have you ever thought about the consequences of this?"

Now, Brother Hui smiled reassuringly and unrestrainedly; "Naturally, I thought about it, but didn't my mother say that I only do what I think is right. The process is not important, those who do big things are not informal, if you want to be better, there will definitely be a price to pay, but the important thing is the result.

If the son did this, the son believed that the result would be good.

Besides, your son and I are the emperor, and it is impossible for me to do things against my will in order to satisfy my ministers.

Being an emperor doesn't have the domineering of an emperor, so the son might as well sell roasted sweet potatoes with his mother. ”

"Okay, it's indeed my Mu Yingbao's son." Mu Yingbao slapped the table excitedly.

Brother Hui was taken aback unsuspectingly, and then laughed; "Mother, you haven't told your son yet, what did you think before, did we think the same thing?"

"Son, do you believe it, it's the same, if you don't believe it, go and ask your father, come back in the carriage, that's what I told him. Besides, the most important thing in our country is people, and it is not difficult to select talents who are really useful to the country. Mu Yingbao's heart is so relaxed.

Great, I don't have to do my son's ideological work, my son is like a mirror in his heart, and he knows very well what to do.

"But mother, you may have to suffer a little grievance next." Brother Hui said a little sadly.

From tomorrow, he will start preparing to implement his plan, but in that case, the public opinion outside that is not good for his mother and father will increase......