On the same day, Xu Lao and the others took Chu Yuanshan's corpse and paraded the entire Yingtian circle, and then carried it back.

The entire Yingtian, from the officials to the common people, all knew that the Confucians of the Hanlin Academy had told the Ming Dynasty to ask the emperor to change the commercial tax.

This matter has been spread all over the world.

Secretly, they were all moved, a group of old bones, but now for the sake of the people, they are still willing to die.

Reforming commercial taxes and lowering agricultural taxes is a great thing for the people.

Therefore, in the eyes of the people, what this group of corrupt people did became a righteous act.

But on the surface, no one dared to support them, because what they did was disobedient to their ancestors.

At this time, whoever stands up to support them will be put on a hat when the neighbors quarrel in the future, saying that you are morally corrupt, and you are also talking to the person who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors.

Therefore, this heinous crime fell on the heads of these great Confucians in the Hanlin Academy.

They silently bear all these crimes for the emperor and the people of the world.

On the same day, Chu Yuanshan was carried home, and during the day, only his wife and daughter were crying, and no one came to worship.

At night, outside Chu Yuanshan's house, there were all kinds of offerings.

These are all the actions of the people who are secretly grateful to Chu Yuanshan, thinking that he is a good official.

……

Next.

On the Fengtian Hall of the Imperial Palace, the place where hundreds of officials deliberate.

"Bang!"

With a bang, another great Confucian crashed into the dragon pillar and died.

Death admonishes and admonishes, that is, first dies and then admonishes, how can you admonish if you don't die?

Xu Lao and other people from the Hanlin Academy knelt on the ground and shouted: "Please ask the emperor to reform the commercial tax to prosper the Ming Dynasty!" ”

"Please ask the emperor to reform the commercial tax to prosper the Ming Dynasty."

Finally, someone jumped out against it.

"After reading your sage books in vain, have you been studying for decades just to rebel against your ancestors?"

"This is the way of your Hanlin Academy's deception and destruction of ancestors?"

"Hmph, where do you put the emperor's face when you wait for the death in public?"

If someone agrees with the commercial tax reform, there will be someone who opposes it.

And now, within the imperial court, there are still many people who oppose it.

Because they themselves cannot be merchants, they can delegate their slaves to become merchants and help them make money.

If the commercial tax is reformed and the commercial tax is raised, it will be detrimental to them.

"Disobey your ancestors, can you afford this crime?"

"Old Xu, you are a generation of science masters, you have forgotten your ancestors so much, can you dare to see Zhu Xi Yasheng after death?"

Xu Xu shook his head: "The old man doesn't dare to see Yasheng, and he doesn't have the face to see him, but the old man only knows that the commercial tax must be reformed, and it is urgent!" ”

"Infamy, that's all after death."

After speaking, Xu Xu raised his head, looked at the emperor, and said tremblingly: "Emperor, you can't die today, and the minister will come back tomorrow until the emperor is willing to agree." ”

……

Today.

Hanlin Temple brought out a corpse from the palace.

The name of the dead Confucian is Zhou Yuanchang, who is a native of Taihe, Jiangxi, and Xie Jin is a fellow countryman.

The local Zhou family is also a poetry and book heirloom, and its reputation in Jiangxi is also very loud.

Zhou Yuanchang has been reading sages since he was a child, and he has studied hard for decades before he finally won the Jinshi and was able to stay on duty in the Hanlin Academy, and for decades, he has a good reputation and has become one of the representative models of science.

In the end, he could not escape the fate of serving the country and the people.

In the end, he died on the dragon pillar, and did not insult this bright red official robe.

After receiving the bad news, the Zhou family seemed to have been sad, Zhou Yuanchang was going to die this morning, and everything had already been arranged.

When his body was carried back, the family members just sobbed silently, and they couldn't accept it without a storm.

If you want to reform, if you want to twist the huge operating machine of Daming, someone has to sacrifice.

Commercial tax has always been a cancer of the Ming Dynasty.

Only by pulling out this cancer can we make up for the regret of the Ming Dynasty and let the Ming Dynasty continue to prosper.

Xu Xu asked the Confucians to carry Zhou Yuanchang's body in, and only said silently to his family: "Yuanchang has worked with me for eleven years, and today the old man is sorry for you, and he wants to use his life to reverse the Ming Dynasty." ”

Zhou Yuanchang's wife said stubbornly: "This is the path chosen by the master himself......"

Xu Xu bowed his head, didn't say anything more, was supported by Chen Xun, and went back with the Confucians.

The Zhou family, the door is full of birds, and no one comes to worship.

The people are secretly praying for Zhou Yuanchang and thanking Zhou Yuanchang for his kindness.

Outside the gate of Zhou's mansion, a figure came.

Zhu Chen stood outside the door and quietly looked at the plaque on his head: "Is this Lord Zhou's home?" ”

Behind him, Cuihua helped Zhu Chen hold an umbrella and nodded, "Yes, I saw them send the corpse here just now." ”

In such a depressing atmosphere, Zhu Chen couldn't laugh.

In the long river of history, Zhou Yuanchang may be just a drop in the ocean, but his feat should be recorded in the history books, so that future generations can know, and this Chinese spirit will be passed on.

With such people, the country will prosper and the people will not suffer.

Zhu Chen stepped in, and the two Tie Hanhan hurriedly followed.

"Dongjia, he died against the law of Taizu, if you worship him, his reputation will be bad." Cuihua reminded in a whisper.

Zhu Chen shook his head and smiled: "I am the one behind the scenes, I am in control of all this, I am pushing for their deaths, what reason is there not to worship them?" ”

After that, Zhu Chen walked in directly.

The mourning hall has been arranged, and Zhou Yuanchang's body is in that coffin.

This morning, he was still alive, but now he was cold.

The wives and daughters of the Zhou family knelt on the side and cried, and when Zhu Chen came in, they were slightly stunned, as if they didn't expect that someone would come to worship.

After Zhu Chen finished worshipping, he looked at them and smiled slightly: "Zhou Daru is loyal to the country and is a good official. ”

The eyes of the Zhou family's wife and daughter were full of strange emotions, and they gave Zhu Chen a salute back.

When Zhu Chen came out of the Zhou Mansion, he was confronted by the old man.

After the old man went down to the court, he went out of the palace directly.

Seeing Zhu Chen coming out of the Zhou Mansion, the old man stepped forward and said lightly: "What, regret it?" ”

Zhu Chen shook his head: "No regrets, commercial taxes must be reformed!" ”

"It's just that I regret their deaths, they are all clean officials, good officials."

When Zhu Chen said this, he was a little lonely, and he didn't expect that they would use such a heroic way to reform the Ming Dynasty.

How could a corrupt official serve the Ming Dynasty so well, even at the cost of dying in exchange for the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty?

Zhu Di bowed his head and said: "If you want to get it, you must sacrifice." ”

"Zhou Yuanchang and they died well, if the reform is really successful, their names will be remembered forever, and it can be regarded as the greatest compensation for scholars."

Speaking of this, Zhu Di looked at Zhu Chen and said with a smile: "You kid is the mastermind behind the scenes." ”

"In a few words, let these Confucians sell their lives for you, and they will not hesitate to die to admonish the emperor."

This means of controlling people's hearts, but Zhu Di admires his grandson a little.

Zhu Chen sighed with emotion: "Old man, guess how many people the emperor will die before agreeing to come down." ”

The old man thought for a while: "Two is not enough, the weight is too light." ”

Zhu Chen was slightly stunned: "How many heads do you need?" ”

The old man smiled: "This is not your business, the emperor will deal with it, after the commercial tax reform, the country has money, the people have money, they will be happy with a smile." ”