From the current point of view, the Wuxun group is the biggest enemy of the strong army. The Wuxun Group has always been an overrated group, and their ancestors were certainly Xiaoyong's fierce generals, but the privileged living environment has long since worn out the blood of these Wuxun children.

Although Wuxun has a good bloodline and educational environment, his military theory is not as good as that of Wenchen, who has studied hard for decades, and how can he compare with the border generals who really lick blood on the edge of the knife?

The hereditary system is an advantage of the martial arts, but it is also their disadvantage. Although they can easily obtain military power by their own blood, this military power is too easy to come by, and it is difficult for them to have sufficient prestige.

There are only twenty or thirty martial artists in the capital who are in the age of fighting, and if they want to find a military demon from it, they can only say that they want to scratch the grand prize with just a few scratch tickets.

It's just that these people have been operating for decades since the founding of the country, and they may have been beaten by the civilian clique in the court, but they have a network of relationships in the army that cannot be underestimated.

These martial artists, who can be at the top of the army by relying on their bloodline, have long regarded the army as their own land, and they are naturally unwilling to emerge from the bottom to compete with them for military power.

However, this group is not a piece of iron after all, and now that the British Gong Zhang Mao has revealed that Fu Ning Hou and other martial artists went to the Dingguo Mansion to discuss the matter of stopping the S.H.I.E.L.D. battalion, cracks have appeared within this group.

Zhu Youzhu naturally wouldn't let this go

The opportunity to "break up" the Wuxun Group should even use the backstabbing of the British Gong Zhang Mao to create a bigger rift for the Wuxun Group.

"Your Majesty! The Marquis of Funing will go to the Dingguo Mansion that night to play the list of participants and discuss matters, there must be no mistakes, please do this! Liu Jin was like a hard-working little bee, and immediately visited various martial arts homes to proclaim the decree.

Although this oracle was to seek the truth of that night, it also showed that Zhu Youzhu was already aware of their conspiracy, and very cleverly planted the seeds of suspicion among them.

After receiving this message, Funing Hou Zhu Yong immediately gritted his teeth angrily and said: "Damn, really damn it, who leaked this secret?" Taining Hou Chen Huan knew that there was a traitor among them, and he scolded very hatefully: "What is a hundred years of friendship? What in-laws? It's all a bunch of bastards! ”

"There is no basis for this, the emperor is just bluffing! As long as we have the same tone, don't be separated by the emperor, and the emperor will be helpless against us! In the face of the martial arts who came to ask for help, Zhu Fu, the prince of Dingguo, showed his leadership temperament.

After all, it is a friendship of more than a hundred years, and they are in-laws with each other, although they don't know that it was the British Gong Zhang Mao who stabbed in the back for self-preservation, but it seems that they can survive this crisis of confidence.

When night falls, the Qianqing Palace appears to be brightly lit.

"Your Majesty, the plum blossoms in the palace garden have sprouted buds, I think you can take a look tomorrow!"

"Your Majesty, I went to Sister Erya's place to play today, she is very worried about your assassination today!"

"Your Majesty, do you think the slave has talked too much today? Do you want me to say a few words? ”…… A goose-faced palace maid was doing the work of grinding ink, but when she was holding the ink strip in her hand regularly, her mouth was constantly talking.

Zhu Youzhu spit out a word, then held the pen and dipped it in some ink, and then continued to write. After all, he is not a courtier vying for power, but the emperor of this country, so he can't just focus on the Wuxun group as a roadblock.

A strong army is important, but without a good financial foundation, it is difficult to build a truly strong army.

Or even if you build a strong army, it's hard to afford it. The reason why the 12th Battalion later declined was never that there were no good soldiers in the Ming Dynasty, but that the good soldiers and seedlings all chose to find another way.

Zhu Youzhang's current financial problems are not serious, after all, Zhu Jianshen left behind a granary with 22 million stone of grain, and more than 1 million taels of gold and silver confiscated, so there is no need for him to rush to compete with the people for profit, or raise taxes to make up for the financial gap.

It's just that people who have no long-term concerns must have near-term worries, and some things are about to be started now, so he is already thinking about how to govern the official gentry class that is a hundred times stronger than the Wuxun group.

"Your Majesty, the circumference of a rectangle is equal to the length and width multiplied by two? What is it? ”

"Your Majesty, the area of a rectangle is equal to the length times the width? What is Long? What is Wide? ”

"Your Majesty, the area of a triangle is equal to the length multiplied by the width multiplied by two? What is a triangle? ”…… Thanks to Zhu Youzhang's tolerance and indulgence, Niu Mengmeng's nature has not been wiped out by this rule-based palace, but he is interested in what Zhu Youzhang is writing.

Zhu Youzhu finished writing a page and left the paper with a pen. Jumonmon is a curious little talker, but when God closes a door, he opens a window, and this window is her eye-catching and skillful work.

Zhu Youzhu didn't understand why this girl could have so many words, so he satisfied her curiosity a little and said, "This is geometry!" If you learn this, you will be able to measure the area of your own field! ”

"Your Majesty, you are too mysterious, my grandfather said that you can know how big the field is by counting how many rice seedlings you can plant!" Niu Mengmeng squinted at the strange words with his bun face, looking a little disgusted.

Zhu Youzhu naturally does not look down on the experience of old farmers, but the mystery of geometry is not only to obtain results, but to be able to summarize empirical knowledge, so that it can be popularized and promoted.

Although the policy of ignoring the people is conducive to rule, the backwardness of the nation will eventually be beaten, so it is also necessary to awaken the wisdom of the people, so that China can truly take off.

It's just that it always has been

"The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny", Wuxun Group did not fall apart. Just when Niu Mengmeng had just left, Guo Yong walked in with a stack of songs.

"These martial artists really still want to be together!" Zhu Youzhu saw the tone of the ten martial arts in unison, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pout with a hint of sarcasm.

Unlike the emperors of previous dynasties, who liked to hand over the army to Wu Xun, he didn't like these high-paid and incompetent generals, how could the flowers of the greenhouse compete with the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains?

Guo Yong thought that the Wuxun group could be defeated with one blow, and couldn't help but say regretfully: "The slave maid thought that the British public exposed, and this group of Wuxun must have someone to denounce for self-protection, but I didn't expect it to be all together!" ”

"Not to mention that their ancestors have been friends for generations, and their families have always had in-laws, how can it be so easy to disintegrate!" Zhu Youzhu put down the music in his hand, looking expected.

Guo Yong was stunned for a moment, but asked very puzzled: "Your Majesty, since you know that they won't confess, why do you want them to defend themselves?" ”

"If they can disperse automatically, it will prove that the Wuxun Group is a plate of scattered sand, and I only need to use both grace and power! Now that they have chosen to huddle together and want to fight against me, it proves that they need to be hard to solve it! I have given each of them a message today, both as a temptation and as a chance for all of them! Zhu Youzhu looked at the whole ten parts of the music, and couldn't help but say bitterly.

Originally, he didn't mind using the state treasury to support these martial artists, but now that these martial artists don't know how to advance and retreat, and even dare to join forces against the imperial power, then he doesn't need to think about the merits of their ancestors.

If it is said that the road to a strong army wants to destroy the Wuxun Group, then he will not blink his eyes, and he will definitely slash at the Wuxun Group that is blocking his path.

Guo Yong found that the group of martial artists who thought highly of themselves were simply looking for death, so he swallowed and foamed and said, "Your Majesty, how to start now?" ”

"The biggest suspicion of this assassination is those Wu Xun, give Dongchang some time to see if he can pry open Lin Guodong's mouth!" Zhu Youzhu said lightly, and instructed Liu Jin who had just come in: "Liu Jin, you immediately go to the East Factory, and let them check these ten martial artists and their families, I don't believe that each of them can abide by the law!" "Although the one-pot end is very cool, the assassination may not be the work of the Wuxun Group, or it is just the plot of individual Wuxun, so it is necessary to deal with the Wuxun Group in both ways.

Even if you can't smash the Wuxun Group in one fell swoop through the assassination, you must also break them one by one, so as to achieve the goal of smashing the forces of the Wuxun Group.

Compared with the civil official group, the Wuxun group has been entrenched in the capital for hundreds of years, so it is undoubtedly more troublesome to deal with, and even the personnel involved are destined to be much more.

"Yes!" Liu Jin knew that His Majesty was going to deal with the Wuxun Group, so he respectfully surrendered. On the eve of February of the first year of Hongzhi, the Wuxun Group, which thinks highly of itself, chose the road of grouping, but it didn't know that someone had put it on the chopping block.