Yao Guangxiao thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of a matter of course, so he could only shake his head and arch his hand: "Please also ask the prince to give advice." ”

Zhu Gaoxian said slowly: "Because of the prosperity of papermaking. ”

"During the Northern and Southern Song Dynasty, the technology of papermaking was unprecedentedly developed, which greatly reduced the cost of learning knowledge for the people of the lower classes.

"The strengthening and conscious control of imperial power by the emperors of the Song Dynasty, as well as the decline of cultural and educational conditions to the poor class and the expansion of the coverage of the imperial examinations, did not have a significant and powerful rise of new gate lords to fill this gap, and the era of the gate lord clan and the emperor was finally curbed during this period."

"And the papermaking technology of our dynasty is beyond the Song and Yuan dynasties, in terms of papermaking raw materials, technology, equipment and processing can be said to be the culmination of history, paper output, quality, use and origin are also in a higher stage of development than in the past. At the same time, an illustrated monograph devoted to papermaking technology appeared, which was unprecedented in previous generations. ”

"Education is an important factor in determining whether a country's political resources will be monopolized by 'family'."

Zhu Gaoxian's eyes flashed with a sharp edge, and he said, "The way to govern the country is to give priority to education." The way of education is school-oriented. ”

"This is what Emperor Taizu Gao once said, as early as forty years ago, my grandfather had already thought of how to break the monopoly of the family's clan lords and gentry on the political resources of the dynasty. My grandfather set out to establish a top-down educational institution, which was called Guozixue at the national level, which was later changed to Guozijian today. ”

"Guozijian was not the first initiative of Taizu, but the education system of the Ming Dynasty was established by my grandfather."

"The reason why my grandfather established such an education system was to stick a knife in the neck of the family and make the family bleed all the time."

Yao Guangxiao couldn't help but sigh: "Emperor Taizu Gao is really a man of the ages. ”

Taizu Gao Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, at the beginning of the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, a master of military, political, cultural, economic and other knowledge, with soldiers, he is better than Xu Da and Lan Yu. Scheming, he is better than Li Shanchang and Hu Weiyong. Governing the country, he is better than Liu Bowen and Song Lian.

Lao Zhu is the strongest hexagonal warrior in the history of the Ming Empire, but whatever human beings can do, Zhu Yuanzhang can do. It can be called a combination of Zhu Di, Zhang Juzheng, Wang Yangming and other outstanding researchers.

But Zhu Gaoxian shook his head and sighed: "But he failed." ”

"Even if my grandfather is a master of the ages, he has not really been able to open the door to the poor class. The top-down system of Guozijian barely opened a window for the poor class, but failed to open the door. In a practical sense, this Ming education system set out to be built by Emperor Taizu Gao, including the Hanlin Academy and the Guozijian, is just a product of deformity. ”

"The education system that can really open the door to the poor is not from the top down, but from the bottom up."

"It's too late to make another change. Because the family gate valve of the Ming Dynasty has already laid a solid foundation, the new round of clan system once again imprisoned the channels of political resources, which is equivalent to putting a lock on the cold door. ”

"And Lone, now it's time to take off this lock!"

……

……

"The fish is dead and the net is broken!"

In the mansion of the Fan family in Yangzhou, the old patriarch Fan slapped the table, and this old bone burst out with the momentum of the young man, "Since the prince doesn't want us to live, then don't live!" ”

"Damn, my Fan family is so close to forcing him to the end, since you don't give me the Fan family's life, then I'll break the net with you, don't think about it!"

Patriarch Fan waved his hand and opened his eyes angrily, "Yangzhou Mansion is unreliable, even Nanjing is unreliable, unreliable, then I'll do it myself!" ”

"Even if the old man is full of Fanfu's heritage, he has to recruit troops and buy horses, and leave you, the prince, in Yangzhou forever, and everyone will not live!"

Since the eldest young master of the Fan family was imprisoned, the old patriarch Fan has become more and more uneasy, and he finally realized that it is impossible for him, a chess piece pushed out by Nanjing, to win the prince.

This prince's methods are too ruthless, and somehow he touched the evidence of the Fan family's crimes, and arrested, interrogated, and questioned people with lightning speed. Old Patriarch Fan was not sure if this crown prince would use the same means against him.

Instead of sitting and waiting, it's better to fight to the death!

The Fan family has saved up in Yangzhou City for decades, if the old patriarch Fan is bent on fighting to the death with the prince, it is not impossible to gather hundreds of swordsmen and rush into the yamen to make this prince hate!

"Xiao Fan, the anger is too strong, it hurts your body."

Suddenly, this melodious voice came, and Old Patriarch Fan was shocked in his heart, and suddenly looked sideways: "Who!" ”

He looked at it, but saw an old man in a coarse linen coat, this old man was burly, with a white scarf tied up in his long silver gray hair, his chest exposed, and a wine gourd pinned to his waist, which looked very bold.

As far as this old man's dress is concerned, he is no different from ordinary people, but this physique is really strong, and he looks stronger than a young man in the prime of life, but the silver-gray hair shows that this old man's age is only higher than that of the old patriarch Fan.

The most eye-catching thing is that this old man has a pair of blazing eagle eyes, the corners of his eyes are raised, the pupils are black and white, and the majesty in his eyes makes people dare not look directly.

Seeing this old man, the old patriarch Fan recalled it, and seemed to feel a little familiar, and suddenly his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly bowed his head respectfully and saluted: "Mr. Kong, it was Fan who was rude, you came to visit Fan's mansion and was shining, but Fan did not greet him with courtesy, please forgive me." ”

The patriarch of Fan Lao is the representative of the Fan family in Yangzhou, and even the seventeen families in Yangzhou. The officials of the seventeen families in Yangzhou have huge influence in the south and even in the entire south, and their status can be described as extremely high.

However, in front of this old man, the patriarch Fan bowed his head and waist, as if he was an old servant, which shows what a big man this old man is, who can make all the giants respectful.

The old man waved his hand: "Don't pay attention to this, you know, the old man never cares about these red tapes." ”

Old Patriarch Fan asked tentatively: "I don't know what happened when Mr. Kong came?" ”

This old man Kong smiled: "The old man came to Yangzhou to persuade you to stop." ”

Old Patriarch Fan frowned slightly: "Fan is ignorant, and I also ask Mr. Kong to give advice." ”

The old man, who was respectfully known as Mr. Kong, said lightly: "Since you asked, the old man also said frankly that the farce in Yangzhou has been boiling and can be stopped." The old man came to Yangzhou this time to persuade you to stay in Yangzhou and calm the people, and bend your body to His Royal Highness the Prince, and everyone can get off the stage. ”

Old Patriarch Fan clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Kong, what you said is too late. Yangzhou is already bleeding, and if it bleeds, it can't be stopped. ”

Mr. Kong said unhurriedly: "There are people bleeding every day in this world, why can't you stop it?" ”

Old Patriarch Fan lowered his head and said: "Because this time I bled out, the prince killed the eldest son I had high hopes for, and my second son was not successful, I am just such two sons, the prince wants to let me die, how can I stop?" ”

Mr. Kong frowned slightly: "I really can't take it?" ”

Old Patriarch Fan raised his head suddenly, his eyes resolute: "He killed my eldest son, but I have high hopes for him as the eldest son of the successor, how can I give up?" ”

Mr. Kong slapped a contract on the table.

"The title deed of Nanjing Qinghua Building, Qinghua Building is the best business area on the Qinhuai River, and the value of this paper title deed is more than a thousand gold. If you take it, everyone will be fine. ”

The patriarch of Fan Lao sighed: "My Fan family has accumulated decades of family business in Yangzhou, and there is no shortage of this paper title deed. ”

Mr. Kong smiled slightly: "Do you think the old man is negotiating with you?" ”

Old Patriarch Fan fell into silence, he looked at the title deed on the table, and knew that this was the old man in front of him who was giving him a step.

This is the step given to him by the Southern Sect of the Kong Clan, and he must get down.

Old Patriarch Fan silently accepted the title deed and asked rhetorically: "Old man, even if I am willing to give up, will the prince let us go of the seventeen families in Yangzhou?" ”

Mr. Kong waved his hand: "It's not your turn to take care of it, the old man will go to him in person." ”

"If he had been smart, he should have known that there were people he couldn't move."

"The Son of Heaven is still rotated once every few decades, let alone just a prince."

……

……

Yangzhou Canal is not weak Qinhuai.

When night falls, the sky is painted with a black curtain, and the lights along the shore and the candle-lit boats become a golden sea reflected in the sparkling water. The sound of rustling rain makes this Jiangnan style to a higher level.

In the painting boat on the river, Zhu Gaoxian is drinking with Yao Guangxiao, the prime minister in black, the singer plays the pipa and silk bamboo, and the dancing girl dances and dances, showing charm in her demeanor.

"Prince, someone is coming."

Zhang Muzhi reminded in a low voice on the side.

Zhu Gaoxian opened the bead curtain on his side, but saw a small boat close to the painting boat, and there was a silver-haired old man standing on the boat, wearing a coarse linen gown, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand to keep out the rain, burly, with sword eyebrows and eagle eyes, not like a mortal.

"The contemporary head of the Southern Sect of the Kong Clan."

Yao Guangxiao said softly, "Since the Confucius Temple of Zhaozhou in the Tang Dynasty in the fourth year of Zhenguan, all the counties in the world have set up Confucian temples, but there are only two family temples enshrined by Zongzi: one is in Qufu; The second is in Quzhou. The descendants of the Kong family are divided into two sects, the north sect in Qufu and the south sect in Quzhou. ”

"In the second year of Song Jianyan, Kong Duanyou, the forty-eighth eldest grandson of the Holy Ancestor and the Holy Duke of Yan, led the Kong family to cross to the south of Song Gaozong. Since then, the Southern Sect of the Kong Clan has gained a firm foothold in the south. ”

"With the relics of Confucius, Nanzong has developed rapidly in the southern provinces, and in three hundred years, Nanzong has become the largest family in the south, and the gate lords and officials of all provinces have to bow down to it. Although the decline of the Southern Sect is not as good as that of the Northern Sect, it should not be underestimated. ”

Zhu Gaoxian chuckled, and beckoned to Yu Qian, who was serving tea and pouring water on the side, "It's a little interesting, Kong Sheng's relics have raised two great families in the north and south, one is powerful in the north, and the other is calling for wind and rain in the south." ”

"Go and call him up, and you will see what kind of grace this descendant of the Holy Master is."

Yu Qian bowed and said, "No." ”

(End of chapter)