Inside the Fengtian Hall, a thin old man walked in under the leadership of a guard.
The old man's name is Song Yingxing. He is an old scholar who failed in many examinations and failed to pass the Jinshi examination.
He thought to himself that he was not famous, and what he knew was only some strange skills and tricks, so he was not worthy of being noticed by the big shots in the court.
He really couldn't understand why he was brought here.
He looked around with some anxiety, and finally his eyes fell on Zhu Yuanzhang who was sitting on the high platform correcting memorials.
There was some surprise in his eyes, but more of it was a search for the truth.
As early as half a year ago, a rumor began to spread widely in the Jiangnan area.
"The founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, couldn't bear the hardship of the people and the iron hooves of foreigners trampling through the Han family's rivers and mountains. He opened up the coffin and ran out of the Xiaoling Mausoleum to save the Ming Dynasty."
This rumor was deliberately spread by people ranging from eighty-year-old men to children who had just entered elementary school, and even common people who were illiterate spoke of it with certainty.
Song Yingxing even heard that some time ago, some people went to Purple Mountain in the eastern suburbs of Nanjing to see if the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum had really been opened.
Song Yingxing has always been dismissive of these ridiculous remarks and actions.
The resurrection of Zhu Yuanzhang is definitely a huge scam. Someone is deliberately using the name of Emperor Hongwu to stir up trouble in the court.
But until three days ago, a guard in Jinyi suddenly came to the door and said that Emperor Hongwu wanted to see him by name. This suddenly shocked Song Yingxing.
I thought that I could point out the world at will when I was in the world, but I didn't expect that these Jin Yiwei were so powerful. I just complained a few times when no one was around, and this happened?
"Did I really get caught here because of those private remarks about Emperor Hongwu?"
"Isn't this too aggressive?" Standing in Fengtian Hall, Song Yingxing was still a little unbelievable.
"Are you Song Yingxing?"
Finally, after correcting the last memorial, Zhu Yuanzhang raised his head, looked at the unattractive little old man in front of him and asked.
"Yes, the grassroots man is Song Yingxing!"
"Did you write this "Tiangong Kaiwu"?" Zhu Yuanzhang came down from the high platform and asked with a book in his hand.
"Yes...it was issued when Caomin Chongzhen was ten years old."
"These are all unflattering tricks, Your Majesty... Your Majesty is laughing at them!" Song Yingxing said rather uneasily.
"Nonsense!"
"Whoever dares to say that this is a strange skill in the future will have his head chopped off!"
Zhu Yuanzhang was furious: "A wonderful book that will last forever and benefit trillions of people has been turned a blind eye by this group of vegetarians. Every time I think about it, I get a toothache from anger."
Turning his head, Zhu Yuanzhang saw Song Yingxing, whose face turned pale with fright. Zhu Yuanzhang's angry expression instantly melted and was replaced by a kind smile.
"Sir, you are laughing. We are not talking about you, we are talking about those officials!"
"Sir, you are a great talent. We have read "Tiangong Kaiwu" several times, but we still benefited a lot from it. This is a strange book, and the person who can write this book is naturally a strange person."
"Sir, if you are willing to join the imperial court as an official, we want you to be the Minister of Industry of our Ming Dynasty. You can make muskets and cannons for us, improve rice and wheat varieties, improve looms, and develop... the industrial system mentioned in Mr.'s book.
"Zhu Yuanzhang said with expectation on his face.
"Your Majesty agrees with what I said in the book?"
Song Yingxing's eyes were slightly red. His research for most of his life was not recognized by anyone. Everyone scolded him for playing with things and losing his ambition, saying that the things he studied were just miraculous skills.
But today he finally found a close friend, and this close friend was the emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
What an honor this is!
"certainly!"
"The teacher said in this book that soil veins vary through the ages, and caste characteristics vary with water and soil."
"This sentence sums up the evolution of land, crops, and animals. We deeply believe it. We have also been farmers, so we naturally understand that what Mr. Wang said in his book is correct."
"The Ming Dynasty needs a great talent like Mr. We will ask him to be the Minister of the Ministry of Industry. Please don't refuse." Zhu Yuanzhang looked serious.
"But the ordinary people didn't even pass the Jinshi examination. According to the rules, they can only be some low-ranking miscellaneous officials. How did they become the six heavenly officials!" Song Yingxing's face showed bitterness, which was the pain of his life.
"Ah……!"
"Sir, since you know that we are the Hongwu Emperor, you should naturally understand that the rules set by the civil servants are not as good as a piece of waste paper in front of us. Whoever we make the Minister of the Ministry of Works will be the Minister of the Ministry of Works. No one dares to argue with me.
!" Zhu Yuanzhang said with a calm face and a smile.
At this moment, Song Yingxing truly felt the domineering power of an emperor.
Although strictly speaking, he was actually one of the scholar-bureaucrats, but at this moment he was really impressed by Zhu Yuanzhang's magnanimity.
A glimmer of enlightenment arose in his mind.
"It seems that the resurrection of Emperor Hongwu is indeed true and cannot be faked."
"Because it's simply not necessary."
"Although he has just come into contact with His Majesty in front of him, Song Yingxing feels that this heroic figure is destined to become an emperor in such troubled times. There is no need to act in the name of Emperor Hongwu, so there is only one truth.
…….”
But soon he became confused again.
"How can someone who has been dead for more than two hundred years come back to life?"
"This is very unscientific...!"
However, there are many unscientific things in the world. Although Song Yingxing has a thirst for knowledge to explore the truth, he also wants to apply what he has learned, show his ambition, and do what he can for the people of the world who are still struggling to have enough food and clothing.
thing.
And now Zhu Yuanzhang gave him this opportunity.
"If the ordinary people are favored by His Majesty, there is no reason to refuse. Your Majesty, rest assured that the ordinary people will definitely put forward what they have learned throughout their lives and contribute to the Ming Empire!"
I thought that my whole life would pass by in such a muddle, but I didn't expect that at the end of my life, I would have a second spring. Song Yingxing could not be more excited at this moment.
After Song Yingxing was sent away, Mu Ying, who had been standing behind Zhu Yuanzhang as a bodyguard, couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Your Majesty, is this person really that capable?"
But he still remembered that the last person who was so highly praised by his adoptive father was when Liu Ji and Liu Bowen came to seek refuge.
Can this person be compared with Liu Bowen?
"Haha, if we talk about it, Li Shanchang and Liu Ji can only be called prime ministers, but Mr. Song Yingxing can be called a national scholar!"
A glimmer of expectation flashed in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes.
Isn't it true that a person who can help farmers produce more food on the land, let the silkworms raised by mulberry farmers weave more silk, and make the people fed and clothed is a national scholar?
"It's just a pity that people in this world don't seem to be able to bring it back to the early Ming Dynasty."
"If possible, I must take this Song Yingxing back, and try my best to find a way to extend his life so that he can live a hundred years." Zhu Yuanzhang secretly made up his mind.