First Minister of Ming Dynasty

"Butang, how can you send the big guy to Shandong? This is at the feet of the emperor. The big guy has a house arranged by the imperial court, there are carriages to go in and out, and there is an additional price subsidy every month. Not to mention so many schools, You can choose at will, there are also medical halls, various overseas rare treasures, what is there in Shandong? That Mao Gui is a thief, and he has just fought, and there are bad people everywhere, and robbers are everywhere."

Cui Liang, a member of the Ministry of Rites, complained desperately to Qian Yongren, "Xiaguan, but I heard that in Shandong, they all follow Liangshan. They are all live bandits, don't mess with them!"

Although the Water Margin has not been finalized as a book, many passages have been widely circulated, and are even very common on the stage. When Cui Liang thought of those Liangshan heroes who killed without blinking, his hair stood up and shuddered.

"How about a living bandit? Even if he is really a hero in Liangshan, it should be an eye-opener!" Qian Yongren no longer wanted to hear it, "You immediately send an order, tell them all, and follow me to meet you. Tell them one more sentence, Whoever dares to be foolish in front of His Majesty will not only lose his head, but whether the skin on his body can be kept, it is hard to say!"

Cui Liang was so frightened that he was trembling all over, and he was full of fear, needless to say.

But also really helpless.

In this way, a total of 200 officials and scholars were brought to Fengtian Temple.

Qian Yongren knelt down honestly and said, "Your Majesty, I have already selected 200 shrewd and capable officials and scholars according to the will, and they can immediately leave for Qufu to assist Zhang Xiang and establish Fudan Academy."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly, "Qian Yongren, get up."

After being ordered by the emperor, Qian Yongren stood by with his hands and his forehead kept sweating.

Whether it is dead or alive, it depends on whether this level can be passed?

Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a while, but he smiled and said, "If you want to prepare 200 people, we will also order to prepare 200 people and let them come in too!"

Qian Yongren didn't know why, so another 200 people came?

Where did you get it from, and why haven't you heard of it before?

What kind of readers are unlucky?

Qian Yongren couldn't figure it out for a while, but soon he was dumbfounded, because the group of people who came according to the will was not a teacher, but a group of brave warriors.

Even if they don't wear armor and battle jackets, they can still recognize it. The murderous aura on their bodies is not fake, and their arms like a fool are not fake.

Look at it, several people still have scars on their faces, and they laugh like little devils in hell.

What are you going to do with such a group of people?

Could it be to supervise everyone, afraid that the big guy will run away?

Qian Yongren thought about it for a while, but couldn't find an answer for a while, only panic in his heart.

Looking at the unlucky ones who were selected, and seeing the warriors here, they were all shocked, their faces turned green, what happened?

What are these things for?

Seeing this group of people panicking, Zhu Yuanzhang's heart felt like a flower.

One word: happy!

Obviously it is a school that benefits the country and the people. It is a matter of decree, and it should be rushed to do things. As a result, these grandchildren have delayed it until now. How many things have been delayed!

Lao Zhu's heart was full of fire, and if he didn't let it out, Zhu Yuanzhang would go crazy.

Fortunately, Zhang Ximeng came up with an excellent idea, which not only resolved Lao Zhu's anger, but also solved the school's problems to a considerable extent, making Lao Zhu feel twice as happy.

Because of this, Zhu Yuanzhang didn't ignore it, one knife at a time, killing him happily.

But he couldn't see these people being arrogant and pretentious, so he specially prepared a shackle for them.

It is these soldiers of meritorious service in the army!

"You may not know why you go to Shandong to run a school, and why there are these soldiers in the army." Lao Zhu smiled and said: "We have thought about it very carefully, what exactly is a school to teach! Poetry, poetry, morality essays It doesn't seem to be comprehensive. We remember that Confucius advocated the six arts back then. Is there a saying? That is to say, a true Confucian must be able to write and be able to perform martial arts, ride horses and archery, write essays, do arithmetic, and be proficient in everything. It is."

"Qian Yongren, are we right?"

Qian Yongren's heart was beating wildly, and his face was pale. He already felt something was wrong. I brought it to you, why do you have to work on it?

I beg your majesty's mercy, this small body can't handle it!

Qian Yongren was full of bitterness, but he still had to nod his head, "Your Majesty's words are very true, just want to be both civil and military, but it is not so easy, the minister thinks..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lao Zhu waved his hand.

"We also know that it's not easy to have both civil and military skills, so why don't we think of a way! From now on, Fudan Academy will have two sets of masters in both civil and military to teach them. , to educate talents for the country.”

what!

Although there is a risk of losing the honor in front of the king, many people still exclaimed.

What's the meaning?

Let's teach students with these vulgar warriors, what will they know?

no!

Absolutely not!

Almost everyone's eyes fell on Qian Yongren, you are the Minister of Rites, what your mother said!

It's a pity that Qian Yongren lowered his head as if he was dead. He was already prepared. His Majesty can come as he pleases, and this minister can handle it!

Zhu Yuanzhang could see the anger of these literati, but he didn't care at all, but ordered a warrior casually.

"Let's ask you, can you shoot arrows?"

"Yes! He also shot seven Tartars to death." The warrior replied proudly.

Old Zhu nodded happily, "Okay, so you have killed Yuan soldiers and made great contributions. We have today in Ming Dynasty, and you are the hero!"

With the approval of the emperor, the warrior became more and more delighted, and straightened his back unconsciously.

"Let's ask you again, let you teach students, what can you teach?"

"If I go back to Your Majesty, I can teach them archery, boxing, and horse riding. I will also tell them to kill the enemy and serve the country, and be loyal to the Ming Dynasty. I also need to be an honest official, worthy of Your Majesty!"

"it is good!"

Old Zhu rubbed his palm and laughed. In fact, he really made the question of enlightenment complicated.

The number one school in the world is not necessarily a top talent.

In fact, in most cases, it is the husband who leads the door and the practice is personal.

These warriors can teach horseback riding and archery, and they can teach them about things in the military. By the way, they can also be honest and encourage them to be loyal and honest officials... If this is not worthy of being a teacher, who else can?

Should people teach students that the book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu?

Speaking of which, Zhang Ximeng really helped him a lot, just by letting the soldiers read and read and understand the truth, he would benefit immensely.

This group of warriors who have been trained in the military are loyal, brave, and obey their will.

Compared with them, those Confucian scholars had nothing more to show off after reading a few more articles, apart from knowing a little sour poetry.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the literati again, all smiles on his face.

"You have also heard that the six arts of a gentleman are advocated by Confucius, the three must have my teacher, and Confucius said, let them walk with you, you are each other's teachers and students, ask each other for advice, sharpen your knowledge, and hone your character. , and teach students well together.”

Qian Yongren remained silent. He made up his mind today to pretend to be a dead dog. Even if his mother died, he would not say a word.

Tired, destroy it!

Whatever you do, I don't mind.

It's just that Qian Yongren didn't speak, and some of the scholars present couldn't bear it anymore.

From the crowd, trembling, an old Confucian came out.

He gritted his teeth and said indignantly, "Your Majesty, Wufu is immoral, how can we cultivate talents for the country? What is the reason for the school to ask Wufu to be a gentleman?"

Finally someone fired, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

Zhu Yuanzhang was in a good mood, and he was happier than anything to see these things deflated.

"You said that warriors have no virtue? What is virtue? For the sake of the Ming Dynasty, one's life and death, for the sake of expelling the barbarians, they shed their blood on the battlefield and fought their lives. This is called no virtue? What is virtue? This virtuous man in front of him, What have you done for Daming? Do you have credit for our country?"

Zhu Yuanzhang did not kill directly, but reasoned with this man. As expected of what he had learned from Zhang Ximeng, his logic was rigorous, his words were sharp, and he pointed at the key points, at least 95 points.

On the other hand, the Confucian scholar was also dumbfounded for a while. He didn't expect that Lao Zhu would say this... After a moment of stunned, he continued: "Having been on the battlefield, being vicious and cruel, and letting them indulge in indoctrination, doesn't it teach a group of people? A madman without a king and no father?"

"Bold!"

Zhu Yuanzhang sternly rebuked, "Since the founding of Zhao and Song Dynasty, they have valued literature and despised martial arts, and despised warriors, so that Jingkang was ashamed and Yashan was defeated. In the Central Plains, the wind of martial arts has been cut off, and the weak and incompetent are exactly the portrayal of the literati of Zhao and Song!"

"I am different from the previous dynasties, that is, I want to return to the style of martial arts and teach students with martial arts, of course!"

The Confucian scholar in front of him was greatly amazed, fell to the ground crying, and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, the warriors are rebellious, and using them will only destroy the country! Your Majesty's lesson!"

"Absurd, absurd!" Zhu Yuanzhang snarled angrily, "Warriors are rebellious, so why aren't you being malicious and selfish! What is good for you will be hype and bewitch the king. If it is not good for you, you will make all kinds of sophistry, Confuse black and white!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said with a sneer: "We should not only use martial artists, but also make them bear the burden of education. The so-called morality comes first, and in the future school evaluations, Dr. Wu will be the first. All martial artists should not only teach students, but also pay close attention to this issue. Help people, if they dare to talk nonsense and deceive students, they will play it immediately, we will never tolerate rapists!"

It's good now, UU reading www.uukanshu.com warriors can not only teach students, but also manage the school.

The warriors knelt down together, stood up and shouted long live.

As for the literati group, it was a bitter wind and rain, such as mourning for a concubine... But how could they dare to speak out? I can only sigh in my heart, Sven is absent, and a dignified scholar has become a servant of a warrior!

Everyone's attention is still focused on the Confucian scholar on the ground, hoping that this person who is not afraid of death can fight for it and show the bones of our literati.

But suddenly everyone felt that something was wrong, and when they looked forward, it turned out that this guy was in a state of grief, anger, anger, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Get a doctor now!

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at it, "With such a heart, how can you teach students well? It doesn't matter if you don't save it! Qian Yongren, one person is missing, you can make up for it!"

Qian Yongren's eyes widened in an instant, "..."

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