Ming Dynasty: The Rampant Crown Prince

In the inner city of the capital, there is an alley in the west of the city, where there are many shops, many shops selling foil, and all kinds of incense, flowers, lamps, paint, fruits, music and other six kinds of offerings to the Bodhisattva.

In the depths of the alley, there is a temple, called Jian Changchun Temple, the temple built during the Wanli period, he saw it in Beijing in his previous life, accompanied his friends to worship, he watched his friends worship, but he didn't worship, because he had no religious beliefs.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years, seeing this temple again, as if feeling the back of time, everything is so wonderful, Zhu Cihong walked to the door of the temple, looking at the brilliant hall inside, the same temple as the previous life, but it is very dilapidated and very beautiful, in stark contrast.

Walking into the temple, there is a gust of cold wind blowing in the face, a few small monks in the courtyard are sweeping the snow, and the people in the hall are burning incense and praying, hoping for a lifetime of happiness, and asking for peace for their sons.

Zhu Cihong looked up at the Buddha statue in the center of the main hall, amiable, and the Bodhisattva next to him was fierce and evil, and couldn't help but smile faintly, saying that the Buddha is universal to all

sentient beings, but why is it so vicious? The monks in the temple are wearing the cloak of the Buddha and asking for money from sentient beings, but what about the Buddha, which is wearing the cloak of compassion, asking for money from sentient beings?

Walking out of the temple, Zhu Cihong walked towards the end of the alley, where there is a royal factory, the Hanjing Printing Factory, which is responsible for the stereotyped printing of Buddhist scriptures, Confucian classics, court documents, and some folk popular readings, such as hundred family names, folk songs, folk legends, and so on.

Although Zhu Cihong went out on patrol in micro-clothes, the accompanying captain of Jinyi had already come to the Hanjing Factory to inform His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to come to inspect, and asked the people in charge to clean the place and prepare to welcome him.

When the steward's six-pin book heard that His Royal Highness the Prince was going to come to the Hanjing Factory to inspect, he was immediately frightened and jumped on the spot, immediately bounced up from the chair, and ordered his subordinates to start cleaning, and then prepared the brazier and made tea.

After everything was done, the bookkeeper led more than a dozen subordinate officials to gather a hundred meters away from the factory to wait for the arrival of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Although the Hanjing Factory is a yamen belonging to the imperial court, it is the kind of dispensable yamen, a yamen on the edge that no one can remember, and the largest official is also a six-grade book, and some minor officials of seventh, eighth, and ninth grades below.

What national affairs, people's governance policies, important military affairs, intrigue in the palace, intrigues in the officialdom, this kind of thing, all have nothing to do with them as marginal people, let alone participate in the work, even if they are not qualified to audit, they are idle like dogs every day, and occasionally there will be nobles in the palace who want to read a Buddhist scripture every few years, and they will call the eunuchs to let them print the Buddhist scriptures, that's all.

But now His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Prison Kingdom is going to inspect this Hanjing factory, which shocked everyone at the same time, and was also very excited, with an excited smile on his face, this is the crown prince, they have been officials in the capital for more than ten years, and they have never seen people.

However, I have heard a lot recently, the crown prince of the prison state, this is His Majesty the Emperor in the future, of course they have to do their best to show it, maybe they can still be favored by His Royal Highness, and in the future, they will be able to enter the center of officialdom and deal with those high-ranking officials of the six ministries and nine secretaries!

Soon, Zhu Cihong and his party appeared around the corner and walked towards the Hanjing Factory.

Standing at the front of the greeting procession, although the person did not have a ceremonial ride, he knew that the person who walked in the front was His Royal Highness the Prince.

"Weichen Hanjing Factory Dian Sun Xuan led a group of subordinate officials to see

His Royal Highness the Prince!" "The ministers see His Royal Highness the Prince!" Sun

Xuan was the first to trot over, and then knelt on the ground, and everyone behind him also ran to follow and saluted together.

Zhu Cihong raised his hand and did not speak, but walked directly into the Hanjing factory to watch.

Seeing this, Sun Xuan and the others also got up and followed closely behind, all with flattering smiles.

Walking into the Hanjing factory, at a glance are all kinds of stereotyped printing tools, a group of craftsmen in the field have long been driven away, leaving only the tools for workmanship, these craftsmen are not qualified to meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince so closely, all of them are empty, some are just tools and all kinds of printed books are placed.

Zhu Cihong picked up a book and opened it to look at it, and then came to those tools to check, most of them are engraving printing, letterpress printing tools are relatively few, it seems that this Hanjing factory is indeed very idle, and the printed books are also Buddhist scriptures for those concubines in the palace.

"Are you in charge here?"

asked casually after walking around the factory, coming to the stereotyped shelf, picking up a letterpress tool.

"Weichen Sun Xuan is the six-product book of this Hanjing factory, and he is fully responsible for printing.

Sun Xuan immediately came to the prince's worry, bent down and smiled.

"Are you familiar with live printing?" asked

Zhu Cihong.

"Returning to His Highness, the living printing minister naturally understands.

Sun Hui replied respectfully, and explained: "However, live printing is really not used much. "

Go on.

Zhu Cihong looked at the living wooden character square in his hand, what was printed by this Hanjing factory were some scriptures and books that had already existed, and these had already been carved out, so if there was an order, just print it directly.

But if the living body is often freely arranged, no one in the palace will suddenly order the printing of a text or book written by himself, and naturally the living body will use less.

Moreover, the living body has not been preserved for a long time, and engraving printing has always been the mainstream, but if you want to run a newspaper, it is naturally impossible to use engraving, and every time you publish, you have to re-engrave it, which is so troublesome.

"Living printing will be easy to expand after a long time, and the handwriting will be blurred, the wooden mold will fester, and the iron mold will stain the ink with water droplets, so there are few living bodies.

Sun Xuan continued to explain.

"What about

the copper mold?" Zhu Cihong put down the living inscription and asked as he walked, he remembered that the template made of copper didn't seem to have these problems, as if Qian Qianyi used the copper mold in the bookstore before he raided his home, and it was all copied from the East Palace, and it seemed to have been taken to the Ministry of Industry to dissolve, he didn't remember it clearly.

"Back to His Royal Highness, there were a batch of copper molds in the Hanjing Factory before, but when the minister took over, they were all gone, it seems to be ...... It seems to be ......"

Sun Xuandao hesitated, snorting.

"Straight to the point.

Zhu Cihong turned his head and glanced at the other party, and guessed a little in his heart about this situation, copper, is the raw material of coins, and it is strange that it can be kept until today.

"It seems that the predecessor book, took those bronze molds and gave them away, and gave them to the father-in-law.

Sun Xuan didn't dare to hide it, and replied truthfully, now that the people of the country are dead, there is nothing to offend.

"Huh.

Zhu Cihong smiled, it is really a nouveau riche behavior, what kind of folk poor family obeys the rules, whether the daughter who is elected as the queen or not obeys the rules also depends on the character and character, it is not that the poor family must be of high character, once there are more relatives who show off their might, before they became powerful, they were all small families, and there were many relatives in the Ming Dynasty, and sometimes it was not as good as the scholarly people who knew how to measure.

"Zhang Huaibin.

Zhu Cihong suddenly stepped aside and beckoned to Zhang Huaibin.

"What does Your Highness command?

Zhang Huaibin walked over and whispered.

"Are you sure that no one survived that night in the Zhou Mansion?" Zhu

Cihong also asked in a low voice.

"Your Highness, your subordinates can be sure that all of them have been wiped out, and no one will survive.

Zhang Huaibin whispered.

"Could it be that someone was not in the Zhou Mansion that night, so he escaped by luck, and when he heard that his husband was destroyed, he ran away for fear of being sought revenge?"

Zhu Cihong frowned, damn, people are dead, and there are still traces of Zhou Kui's corruption everywhere, which is really annoying.

"Well, it's not impossible, but there really was no one alive in the house that night.

Zhang Huaibin assured.

Zhu Cihong's face was a little ugly when he stood there, if he made a batch of copper molds, it would be quite expensive and laborious, and the more he thought about it, the more annoying he became.

"Your Highness wants to investigate?" Zhang

Huaibin was keenly aware that His Highness was obviously very unhappy.

"I will find a few people to go to Nanzhili Suzhou Mansion and go to Zhou Kui's hometown, if you find that there are people in the name of Guozhang's relatives who are showing off their power outside, and they will bring disaster to the people in the township, so they will take the warrant of the palace and order the Suzhou government to arrest people and go to prison, and raid their homes and kill their heads.

Zhu Cihong's eyes showed an unhappy taste, people still made him angry when they died, and it was really not a pity to die.