The banquet was in full swing, and the atmosphere gradually became warmer. Perhaps because Fang Yingwu had told the story well just now, Shang Xianggong completely relaxed his mood and had a very easy-going attitude. He drank three glasses of wine with everyone at the banquet and gave a few words of encouragement to everyone.
talk.
After several large dishes were served and three rounds of drinks were completed, everyone began to talk about their own things.
Magistrate Zhu put down his chopsticks and sighed. He was very worried about the country and the people and said to Prime Minister Shang: "The elder Ge returned to his hometown after serving as an official, and there is one less beam in the court. Now the right path is difficult, there are many atrocities in the court, and traitors gather at your majesty's side.
How can it be that if things go on like this, it will eventually become a serious disaster for our country, our country, and our country! I always think about this place, tossing and turning, and sighing day and night."
Although Fang Yingwu lowered his head to nibble on the mutton in the bowl, his ears were raised to listen carefully to what the chairman was saying. Zhu Zhifu's words were word for word, and they all fell into his ears.
In fact, what Magistrate Zhu said is somewhat true. The current imperial court is indeed not very authentic. Fang Yingwu understands very well that Zhu Jianshen is an otaku emperor who lacks a sense of responsibility and is more concerned about his own food, drink and fun, and treats government affairs as a drudgery.
Since the death of the former chief assistants Li Xian and Peng Shi, the atmosphere in the temple has declined, and various disasters have increased around the emperor. Fortunately, Shang Ren, who is upright but not too arrogant, has supported the overall situation.
But now that even Shang Xianggong has retired from official service and returned home, who else in the court can support the righteous situation? Moreover, Fang Yingwu also knew that since Shang Xianggong left the court, the court has gradually entered a situation where three pavilions are made of paper and six ministers are made of clay.
era.
Listening to these nicknames, you will know what the situation of the court is, that is, the emperor allows evil and evil to run rampant, and the ministers and ministers do nothing.
But Fang Yingwu knew better that the dark age where clowns were rampant only lasted ten years, and ten years later the Ming Dynasty entered a good era of Hongzhi and ZTE.
Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu turned around, bowed slightly, and said seriously to Xianggong Shang and Magistrate Zhu: "The words of the Governor are indeed reasonable, but I am also a bit short-sighted, and I dare to show my shame here.
Today, people's hearts are still there, and righteousness still exists, but the emperor has been deceived, and those clowns took the opportunity to cling to the emperor and do evil.
They have no strong support inside and no foundation outside, just like duckweeds on the water. Once the weather changes, it will be like plowing the garden to sweep holes. It is not difficult to wipe out this generation, but it is not reasonable!
So these are just scabies problems and are not worth worrying about."
Mr. Shang was noncommittal, but asked rhetorically: "I often hear people say that there is no foundation within and no strong support from the outside. Why do you say the opposite?"
Fang Yingwu replied: "I'm afraid that the eunuchs in the palace don't want to see them either. This means that there is no strong support from within. They are not popular in the world and are despised by all people with lofty ideals. This means that there is no foundation outside.
What they rely on is nothing more than the emperor's favor, but this kind of favor is only a castle in the sand. Since ancient times, favor has never been immortal! In short, it is an exaggeration to say that they are a serious thorn in the side of the country!"
What Fang Yingwu said is correct. At this time, the people in the palace, the Chief of Ceremonies and Supervisor of Dongchang, still have a lot of backbone, even more backbone than many ministers. For example, the Chief of Liturgical Supervisor, Zhang Huaien, and the Admiral of Dongchang, Chen Zhunzhi
I am quite upright and don't like those favored sycophants around the emperor.
Shang Xianggong sighed: "Although you are young, it is not easy for you to have such insights, but you view the world's affairs too simply, and it is still because you have too little experience."
"Yes, thank you Mr. Guoge for your teaching." Fang Yingwu said modestly. It doesn't matter whether the point of view is right or wrong. What is important is that it can attract attention. A few words of conversation are enough.
Magistrate Zhu felt that his limelight had been robbed, and couldn't help but asked the other party in reply: "Could it be that we just sit back and watch the traitors do what they do, and we have to do nothing?"
Fang Yingwu replied respectfully: "How can you do nothing? I have heard that there is a statue of a wise king in the East Palace. The most important thing in the court at present is to protect the East Palace! Then wait for the traitor to destroy himself!"
When Shang Ren heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head. These people in this place, who are as high as the emperor and far away from the emperor, like to talk nonsense about the internal affairs of the palace, but this is human nature. He immediately shouted softly: "There are thousands of internal affairs about the temples and palaces.
Wan Xu, you better speak cautiously!"
However, Shang Ren looked at Ying Wu in a different light. Although his discussion was still a bit naive and simplistic, his thinking was rare and clear. It was not easy to think of it at such a young age!
Even he himself is known as a child prodigy. When he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he only knew how to read the Four Books and Five Classics, and he was absolutely incapable of talking about temple matters with the officials of the court.
Fang Yingwu was also observing secretly, and was relieved when he saw that Mr. Shangge didn't express anything special.
In fact, it was a gamble for him to speak rashly, and showing off too much might offend Shang Xianggong. However, if he lost the bet, there would be no serious consequences. At worst, it would just be that he would not embrace this big deal, but that would be a pity after all. Now it seems that Shang Xianggong is indeed
He is a man who is generous and does not care about small details.
As the banquet continued, Magistrate Zhu and Mr. Shang were heard discussing: "It can be seen from the official newspaper that the imperial court has settled the issue of Jingxiang refugees and set up Yunyang Prefecture to recruit and govern them. This is a big problem for the imperial court. It is very disappointing.
Congratulations, this is the biggest happy event for the imperial court this year."
At the junction of Sichuan, Huguang, Shaanxi, and Henan, the land used to be vast and sparsely populated. Bankrupt farmers who could not survive elsewhere often fled here with their families to reclaim land. The number of people was almost hundreds of thousands. These people were not owned by the government.
Without the household registration, the turmoil became very serious, creating a serious refugee problem in Jingxiang.
In the first ten years of the Chenghua Dynasty, the Chenghua Dynasty was always struggling with the refugee problem, and the policies were uncertain. It was not until this year that the matter was completely settled. Yunyang Prefecture was newly established at the original site, and all the refugees were granted land on the spot, registered as households, and brought into government management.
He was no longer forced to return to his hometown, and appointed the governor of Yunyang to govern Jingxiang.
Now that the problem has been basically solved, we are no longer on the wrong side, so Magistrate Zhu said this is a great event.
Shang Ren nodded and said, "That's right..."
He was going to make a few comments, but from the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Fang Yingwu shaking his head next to him. Feeling amused in his heart, he stopped talking and deliberately asked, "Fang Yingwu! What's your opinion?"
Fang Yingwu wanted to keep a low profile for a while, but was called out, so he had no choice but to say: "Although I am very happy that Jingxiang has been pacified, I can't help but think that the people who could no longer live in the past can still escape to Jingxiang and cultivate land."
If you can only get a few mouthfuls of food in the wilderness, it can be considered a peaceful land.
But now it has become Yunyang Prefecture, and the refugees have all registered households on the spot and have taken possession of the land. So from now on, if there are refugees elsewhere, where will it be a happy land?"
Magistrate Zhu raised his hands in the air and expressed his position: "We all have received the emperor's favor. We should be diligent in the king's affairs, love the people and govern well, and put an end to refugees."
Fang Yingwu said to Magistrate Zhu: "The benevolence of the governor is commendable, and his outstanding political achievements are deeply admired by me. However, the officials and gentry do not pay their taxes, and the taxes and services are uneven. It is definitely not something that can be saved by human power. It can be tolerated on a daily basis, but if something unexpected happens,
How can the people survive when there are natural disasters in several provinces? There will still be refugees by then, but there will be no place like the Yunyang Mansion in Jingxiang to accommodate them!"
Prime Minister Shang publicly said: "Meng Shengyun was born in sorrow and died in peace and happiness. There is also a saying in history books that sorrow and hard work can rejuvenate a country, and leisure and hesitation can destroy one's life. Fang Yingwu was still young, so he could have such thoughts about the country and the country as he matured.
It’s extremely valuable.”
Fang Yingwu said: "Thank you, Mr. Ge, for your kind words. I feel ashamed that I don't deserve it."
Magistrate Zhu once again looked sideways for a long time...feeling that he had made a mistake in calling Fang Yingwu to make up for the situation. It would be better to call an official from the government office to accompany him, and it would be better than Fang Yingwu sitting here to disturb the situation!
This person is so overpowering! He can talk at length on any topic, and speak clearly and logically, regardless of whether he is right or wrong. Just what he says from the mouth of a young man who is only fifteen or sixteen years old is enough to be surprising and eye-catching.
Where did he learn these things at his age? I heard that his family is just an ordinary farmer. Is there really an expert hermit in the mountains and fields to guide him?
As for the other scholars at the banquet, the elders also found that they had become mere spectators. The young boy who had been silent all the way turned out to be a dark horse. He was the most brilliant when talking about poetry, and he was the most brilliant when talking about current affairs.
, stole the limelight in front of Xianggong Shang, leaving nothing for others.
Unexpectedly, Fang Yingwu restrained himself very much. He had a lot of stuff, but he also knew that he wouldn't need it at all and couldn't pour it all out, so he could only talk about it at a lower level. It's even more difficult for a master to pretend to be a master.
Hard!
But Fang Yingwu also noticed the unkind look in Zhu Zhifu's eyes. He had seen through Zhu Zhifu's thoughts before he came, and of course he understood the consequences of his taking over the host.
Although he is not very worried, firstly, the prefect is not an official who is close to the people, and there is a county magistrate in between; secondly, it is almost time for the prefect Zhu to leave after the Chinese New Year, and local officials in the country and dynasty will not be re-elected for nine years except by the emperor's special decree.
The above. But it is better to offend less...
Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu took the initiative to offer Mr. Shang Ge a glass of wine, and he drank it all in one gulp. Fang Yingwu took the opportunity to ask, "Do you still want to take the boat back to Chun'an from Yanzhou Prefecture this time?"
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Shang Ren asked back: "Why don't you take a boat?"
Fang Yingwu quickly replied: "Zhu Mansion respects him as a person who is not good at rhetoric, but he is dedicated to practical work. He has a lot of political voices in Yanzhou Mansion and has many good policies.
First, the embankment outside the south gate of Fucheng was built to protect the people of Fucheng from floods; second, several mountain roads in various counties were built, and the soldiers and civilians in each county were grateful. It was not easy to accomplish these things in nine years.
, you might as well abandon the boat and go ashore, return to Chun'an by land to experience it, and experience the scenery in the mountains along the way."
These are all the achievements of Governor Zhu. When he heard this, he felt happy. He suppressed his pride and humility and said: "It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. It's just that walking on the mountain road is too tiring. Mr. Ge is better off walking on the waterway."
At this time, Master Fu Zun could no longer be angry with Fang Yingwu. He suddenly felt that Fang Yingwu was not like a young man who had nothing to do, but more like a slippery old man.
He thought to himself that he was someone who had a lot of skills in figuring out people's hearts, but today he was caught off guard and was almost completely suppressed by Fang Yingwu. His curiosity couldn't help but become more intense. What kind of expert could cultivate such a genius?
Mr. Shang also thought about this question and asked directly: "Who are your mentors?"
A successful scholar has two kinds of teachers, one is the tutor and the other is the tutor. The tutor teaches you homework, and the tutor is the examiner for your fame. The tutor is divided into two types, the tutor is the tutor.
The teacher teaches you the basics of literacy, while the professional teacher teaches you the meaning and composition of scriptures.
Fang Yingwu replied: "The teacher is Mr. Wang, a social student in this village. So far, there is no professional teacher."