Chapter 316 Zhu Gaojie: No, this is the power of science
Xia Yuanji put the tea can into his arms and said with satisfaction: "Mr. Yang Ge, if you have anything to do, just tell me."
Yang Rong secretly glanced at the tea can in Lao Shangshu's arms and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.
This was the tribute tea given to him by His Highness. He himself was reluctant to drink it on weekdays, but this time he was lucky enough to let Xia Laojiu serve it from the same pot.
Yang Rong said: "Old Minister Xia, in that case, let me get down to business. Your Majesty and His Highness have jointly established the Civil and Military Academy. The charter of the Academy of Literature has already been set. I will be the vice president and the old Minister will be the vice president."
Dean, I came here this time to ask what Lao Shangshu thinks."
"Let me take charge?"
Xia Yuanji waved his hand, "That's inappropriate."
Yang Rong frowned slightly: "Old Minister, this is the list appointed by His Highness. As ministers, you and I must be considerate. What's more, I don't want you to be the dean of the Academy of Arts, so why do you refuse?"
He originally just wanted to make a formal announcement, and never thought that Xia Yuanji would refuse.
Xia Yuanji thought for a moment and said: "Wenyuan, I have also heard that it is ordered to teach provincial officials, from the chief envoy to the inspector, to the prefect and county magistrate. The president of the Wenyuan has undoubtedly been pushed to the forefront.
superior."
"If it's just the cusp of the storm, I'm not afraid of it, but the requirements of the dean of the Faculty of Arts are the most academic in the world today. In this regard, I don't dare to take on a big responsibility rashly."
Yang Rong frowned and said: "His Highness did not say this..."
"Mr. Yang Ge just said that as a minister, you should be considerate of your superiors."
Xia Yuanji retorted, "The prince didn't say this, but you and I should consider it deeply."
Yang Rong said helplessly: "But by resigning the position of dean, aren't you refuting His Highness's face? The renovation of the liberal arts college has been completed, and the first batch of liberal arts students have arrived in Beijing. You can't
It is said that after the students enrolled, they discovered that the position of dean was still vacant."
Xia Yuanji's methods were so sophisticated that he rolled his eyes and thought of a countermeasure.
The position of dean of the Academy of Arts is too hot. Although he is brave, he is not willing to take on this challenge. Looking at the current situation, it is estimated that no one is willing to take on this challenge.
Xia Yuanji had an idea: "How about we imitate the martial arts academy?"
"Ah?" Yang Rong hesitated, "What does the old minister mean?"
"Compared to the officials of the Liberal Arts Academy, the arrogant and powerful generals of the Martial Arts Academy are more difficult to tame. However, in the past few months since the establishment of the Martial Arts Academy, there has not been any big trouble. This is because the dean of the Martial Arts Academy and the
The vice-presidents are His Majesty and the Crown Prince."
Xia Yuanji stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Since the Martial Arts Academy has already set a precedent for His Majesty and the Crown Prince to serve as deans, why not our Arts Academy?"
"Go and invite His Highness over and let him serve as the dean of the Academy of Arts. Wouldn't it be great?"
Yang Rong's eyes lit up: "Yes, it was His Highness who proposed the establishment of a civil and military academy. Since he can already serve as the dean of the martial arts academy, what if he can also serve as the dean of a liberal arts academy? His Majesty won't mind anyway.
"
"but……"
"Can Your Highness agree to this?"
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"On the battlefield, a top commander should always stay rational and use his brain to think about problems."
Zhu Gaojie boasted in the martial arts lecture hall, "Individual bravery is the worst on the battlefield. If the battlefield needs to rely on the commander's force to boost morale, then from the beginning, you yourself have fallen into a disadvantage..."
He gave a lecture on the podium, and the generals below listened to the lecture carefully like children in a private school and wrote down notes.
In Zhu Di's opinion, this was an extremely incredible thing.
He knew the peeing habits of his old subordinates very well. They all had such hot tempers that even eight oxen could not pull them off. However, under Zhu Gaojie's training, these warriors were as quiet as if there was a heavy snowfall in the dog days of summer. It made him feel strange.
Zhu Gaojie's mouth went dry while talking. He glanced at the time and estimated that it was almost there. He immediately said to everyone: "That's it for today. get out of class is over."
All the generals stood up one after another, performed a military salute in an extremely standard posture, and respectfully said in unison: "See you later, sir."
After class, Zhu Gaojie saw the old man and asked with interest: "Dad, what are you doing here?"
Zhu Di coughed slightly and asked: "As the dean of the martial arts academy, I think it is necessary for me to observe when you are giving lectures to supervise whether there are any flaws in the content of your lectures."
"Is that true? Father, are you sure you are not eavesdropping?"
"Silence, shut up, how could I, the majestic Emperor Yongle, do such a despicable thing? Who do you think I am!"
Zhu Di asked doubtfully, "You can tell them so much, aren't you afraid that they will learn your skills and threaten you in turn?"
Since ancient times, military commanders and civil servants have been the most unstable factors in a dynasty.
The monarch of the dynasty hopes that his ministers will have the ability to change the world and help him develop great achievements. But at the same time, he is afraid of his ministers and does not want them to be too smart, so as not to threaten his dominance.
Zhu Gaojie paused for a moment and said: "What I taught them was the art of war. To conquer the world, it is not advisable to rely solely on the art of war."
"So what do you think you need?"
"The royal way."
Zhu Gaojie said, "Since ancient times, the only way to fight against the king is the dragon slaying technique. The dragon slaying technique is too mysterious. The right time, place and people are indispensable. In the prosperous times, when the dragon raises its head, how to slay the dragon?"
"What's more, Wang Dao also has the art of emperors to fight against the art of slaying dragons. Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, was not as good as Han Xin in terms of leading troops, not as good as Zhang Liang in terms of strategy, and not as good as Xiao He in terms of running the country. Whether a king can secure the world does not depend on how well he can fight. , most people know how to govern a country, but it depends on whether he can skillfully use the art of controlling people."
Zhu Di asked further: "Then let me ask you, what is the essence of the emperor's art?"
Zhu Gaojie lightly closed his eyes and said slowly:
"No intention, no necessity, no solidity, no me."
Don’t make assumptions out of thin air, don’t be absolutely certain, don’t be stubborn and pedantic, and don’t be self-centered.
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Zhu Gaojie opened his eyes and said: "The ups and downs of a person's emotions are contrary to his perception of facts. The less he understands the facts, the easier it is to be emotional. You are calm but still burning, and you are calm but more...
Vast."
"The king's way is to control facts, control emotions, and control oneself."
After Zhu Di heard this, he sighed for a long time: "Your understanding of the king's way is already far beyond mine."
Zhu Gaojie continued: "Mencius said that those who practice virtue will be benevolent kings, and those who use force to pretend to be benevolent will be hegemons. Hegemony can achieve temporary results, but it cannot achieve peace for a lifetime. The demise of the Qin Dynasty is enough to prove that Qin prospered because of the hegemony of the Legalists, and also because of the law.
A family that is overbearing will perish, which is what is called being too strong, and it is easy to break; Zhou prospered because of the king's way, but died because of the king's way, this is what is called being too soft, and it is easy to be corrupted. It is not feasible to just follow the king's way, because the situation is ever-changing and people's hearts are unpredictable.
If we lack the means, we will eventually become nothing but fish on the chopping block.”
The so-called kingly way is the ideal state of Confucianism: I lead you, I assist you, I help you, and in the end you all think I am really good, you are willing to be led by me, and you feel that I am closer than your biological father. This is the kingly way.
The so-called hegemony is the complete state of Legalism: you have to be obedient, and I will draw rules for you and implement them according to the rules. If you don't obey, you will be beaten. Anyway, I can convince all of you, so it is domineering.
The master of Confucianism and Legalism is the art of emperors.
Zhu Di asked: "Then do you think the dragon-slaying technique is better, or the emperor's technique is better?"
Zhu Gaojie said silently: "No one is better, it just depends on the level of the user."
As a time traveler from later generations, he knew very well that the dragon-slaying technique was better than the emperor's technique.
Because the upper limit of the Emperor Technique is about to reach here, but there is an advanced version of the Dragon Slaying Technique.
The advanced version of the Great Dragon Slaying Technique can be directly used by the Emperor profession.
But if these words were spoken, the old man would probably not be able to sleep, so he could only weave a white lie.
But Zhu Gaojie immediately shook his head and said: "Whether it is slaying a dragon or an emperor, in fact, it is not important to us."
Zhu Di was a little confused: "What's important?"
Zhu Gaojie pointed to the sky: "Science."
"What is science?"
"Science is a comprehensive conceptual knowledge that explains all knowledge. For example, the artillery and muskets of the Shenji Battalion are weapons science. For example, the strategic and tactical research of the Wuyuan Academy is military science. For example, the research of the Imperial College
Confucian culture, this is academic science..."
Zhu Di was puzzled: "So does this thing have anything to do with the dragon-slaying technique and the emperor's technique we are talking about?"
"Of course it does matter." Zhu Gaojie said, "When science reaches a certain level, both dragon-slaying and emperor-slaying techniques pale in comparison to real science."
Zhu Di frowned, as if he couldn't understand what the other party said.
Zhu Gaojie took a deep breath and asked: "To put it simply, when science leads to a certain extent, in the blink of an eye, an army of more than 100,000 or even a million people can be defeated in an instant.
Turned into powder, father, do you believe it?"
Zhu Di smiled: "What are you farting? How is this...possible?"
His Majesty the Emperor suddenly thought of something important: the Qiming Empire.
When simulating Emperor Chongzhen, the Qiming Empire, which had been lurking under the water of history, finally emerged from the dark side to the bright side. In the letter written by Emperor Qi Ming Zhu Changhu, the great-great-grandson of King Qi, to Emperor Chongzhen, there is this passage: There is a need
If you want to, tell me, give me a call, and I will send you two intercontinental ballistic missiles to help you kill those Li Zicheng and Dorgon.
At that time, Zhu Di didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but now that he thinks about it, Emperor Qi Ming didn't seem to be bragging and had no reason to brag.
Zhu Di thought to himself that Zhu Gaojie was the ancestor of the Qiming Empire, so he should know something about it, and then asked tentatively: "Son, do you know what an intercontinental missile is?"
Zhu Gaojie was stunned.
He originally thought that with the old man's level of knowledge, it would be difficult to understand what it would be like to destroy an army of millions in an instant. Who would have expected that the old man would burst into flames when he opened his mouth.
He was silent for a while and asked: "Dad, how do you know about this thing?"
Which fucking time travel god leaked the secret!
Why would anyone know the term "intercontinental missile" in the early 15th century?
Is this reasonable?
Zhu Di's eyes lit up: "Do you really know this stuff?"
Zhu Gaojie nodded: "I know at least two things."
His Majesty the Emperor couldn't wait to ask: "What do you know?"
Zhu Gaojie said slowly: "I don't know this, and I don't know that either."
"Just go and die."
Zhu Di felt a little pained in his balls, "Co-author, you are taking advantage of the gap in knowledge level to fight an information war with me, right?"
Zhu Gaojiu couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "It can be seen that my father has really listened carefully to my lectures in the martial arts academy these days. He can even understand the vocabulary of information warfare."
Zhu Di said: "Son, think about it for yourself. Your father is not kind to you. You can't hide everything from your father."
"Okay, then I'll explain it to you."
Zhu Gaojie said seriously, "The so-called intercontinental missile, the full name is intercontinental ballistic missile, usually refers to long-range ballistic missiles with a range of more than 8,000 kilometers. Intercontinental missiles are an important part of the strategic nuclear force and an important condition for the two poles of the nuclear triad...er
My explanation has been very clear, and my father can independently develop an intercontinental missile project."
Zhu Di muttered: "What you said is very good, don't say it next time."
Fuck you!
After listening to Zhu Gaojie's explanation...it would be better not to explain.
After listening to this, I became even more confused!
Zhu Gaojie shrugged: "Father, you forced me to say it. I said it but you didn't understand it. What can I do?"
The old man's blood pressure went up: "Did I ask you to say this?"
"What do you want to hear, Father?"
"I want to hear what power this intercontinental missile has!"
"You told me earlier, you saw it."
Zhu Gaojie made gestures, pretending to be the flying posture of an intercontinental missile: "Let's assume that the intercontinental missile silo is located in Yunnan, and the target we want to attack is Hulanhu hypothermia in Mobei. Of course, this is just a hypothesis.
Let us assume that there are one million Mongolian cavalry in Hulanhu due to hypothermia..."
"Then, I was in Beijing and pressed a red button. This button is the starting device of the intercontinental missile. The launch silo far away in Yunnan received the signal, and with a whoosh, the intercontinental missile received the order to launch.
Half an hour later, we arrived at Hulanhu, Mobei, where we were experiencing hypothermia."
"The million-strong army in Mobei looked up and saw a small thing flickering in the sky and flying over. Bang, it was gone."
Zhu Di blinked: "Then what?"
Zhu Gaojie said matter-of-factly: "It's gone."
"No more? Where did you fart?"
"Dongfeng Express arrived on time. The millions of troops in Mobei turned into a vast scorched earth together with the sudden hypothermia. They were all mature people. There is no follow-up."
Zhu Di did not doubt that this was false. He believed that the fourth child had no reason to lie to him.
But this did not affect the shock he received. What kind of weapon could create such a huge destructive power.
He could not imagine what a magnificent scene it would be when the intercontinental missile was detonated.
Zhu Di murmured: "Is this the power of God?"
Zhu Gaojie shook his head: "No, this is the power of science."