The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son - Chapter 1355

[1355.Chapter 1288: The collapse of etiquette and the ruin of music]

Mao Ji Zhixing is here.

His appearance caused a sensation.

Because many gentry and scholars from nearby came.

There are hundreds of people.

These people are almost the real “common people” in Changping County. They control all closely related industries in Changping County and can even influence the county magistrate’s decision-making.

When they learned that His Majesty was hosting a banquet, their faces immediately brightened.

Obviously, this is a great event for them.

People are outside and looking forward to it.

They are all waiting for Mr. Mao Ji.

When Mao Ji got off the carriage, he raised his head and looked at the crowd of people.

There are court officials, gentry, and scholars with turbans and Confucianism.

He smiled and immediately elicited an enthusiastic response.

“Mr. Mao Ji, you’re polite.”

“Mr. Mao, please.”

Under Yang Ping’s guidance, Mao Ji walked slowly. When he arrived outside, there was already an eunuch waiting for him.

The eunuch said, “Your Majesty has a decree to invite hundreds of officials and local gentry to sit down at the table.”

So, everyone filed in.

The entire Houya has been renovated and decorated, and many mansions have been directly connected.

Emperor Hongzhi sat high up.

But the sudden influx of hundreds of people still made the place feel awkward. It was a banquet, but there was no table, so everyone had to sit on the floor, crowded with people.

Aren’t you inviting me to dinner?

Where’s the wine? Where’s the food?

No table?

What are you eating here?

Everyone, look at me and I’ll look at you.

There is a plan in front of Emperor Hongzhi.

He smiled and looked around. Fang Jifan and Xiao Jing stood beside him, looking at everyone who came in with a smile.

Fang Jifan still couldn’t understand His Majesty’s thoughts.

But that doesn’t matter.

He’s happy to see whatever comes next.

Emperor Hongzhi’s eyes fell on Mao Ji.

He has an impression of Mao Ji.

When Mao Ji was in the Hanlin Academy, he had the experience of accompanying him.

Emperor Hongzhi quickly turned his attention to the other gentry.

He saw a familiar person.

Zhao Yi!

Zhao Yi obviously noticed something.

He was smiling when he came in. Being able to receive a banquet from the emperor was enough to make him brag for a lifetime.

Zhao Yi’s face was flushed, but he raised his head and saw Emperor Hongzhi, who looked a bit familiar.

Of course, he didn’t dare to think deeply.

It just feels familiar.

Because Emperor Hongzhi had changed into formal crown clothes, although he looked familiar, Zhao Yi would never connect the supreme emperor in front of him with the passing scholar.

To be honest, he was a little nervous.

He quickly lowered his head.

Along with everyone, he gave a big salute.

“Pingshen, there is no need to be too polite.” Emperor Hongzhi said calmly: “I came to Changping because of its reputation. I have long heard that Changping’s literary style is flourishing and spectacular. I have summoned all the ministers here today because I want to see it. “

There was silence below.

Emperor Hongzhi smiled and said: “Don’t be formal, everyone, come and pass the dishes to everyone.”

Xiao Jing understood and winked at the eunuch.

A moment later, amid everyone’s expectations, countless eunuchs filed in. They took out the food boxes, took out the buns one by one, and began to distribute them.

Wowo…

a person holding such a thing in his hand.

Senseless.

And…this is no ordinary nest.

In fact, wowotou is a common food in the north. Although it is eaten by ordinary people, rich people also eat it occasionally. For example, Liu Kuanfu, a famous scholar in the Tang Dynasty, once said in the last chapter of “Seven Things in the Sun” As for “Aiwowo”, Xiao Zhuyun said, “Wowo is made of glutinous rice flour, shaped like a Yuanxiao powdered lychee, with sugar filling in the middle, steamed outer grits are self-flour, and a concave is made on the top, hence the name Wowo.

Of course, The Wo Wo in our hands now are not as long as the Wo Wo described by Liu Kuanfu. They look like rice flour. There is no sugar filling inside. Sugar is very expensive. As for the outside, it is not mixed with sugar. Serve with white flour.

This is a steamed bun made from grains made by a poor family. It uses wheat that has not been completely shelled. Of course, there is no sugar.

It looks… very sad.

Emperor Hongzhi has already taken it .

I held a few of them in my hand, put them in my mouth, and chewed them.

The taste was terrible.

There is even a strange smell of grains.

Emperor Hongzhi chewed the food slowly, swallowed it, and continued eating.

Fang Jifan also had one in his hand and looked at the nest with a speechless expression.

Others are not much better.

Some people will vomit after just one taste.

Only Emperor Hongzhi seemed to be enjoying his meal, and soon, every nest was wiped out.

Everyone has heard that His Majesty is stingy, but when we saw it today…

Mao Ji smiled, pinched the nest, and actually started eating it too.

“My lords, I am hosting a banquet for you today. You don’t have to be polite. It’s delicious and delicious.”

“Your Majesty’s gift of food is like nectar. I thank your Majesty.”

Mao Ji replied.

Everyone else was dumbfounded, and most of them still held such a thing in their hands and remained silent.

Emperor Hongzhi raised his head: “Eat, eat more, be sure to eat and drink enough.”

Fang Jifan stood aside, thinking to himself, could it be…this is the legendary decapitation rice?

“Your Majesty…” Mao Ji spoke again.

He seemed a bit ‘bold’.

Emperor Hongzhi smiled and looked at Mao Ji. He seemed to be interested. He held a half-eaten bun in his hand and said, “But Mao Aiqing.”

“Exactly, I have lived in Dayang Mountain since I became a scholar. Today, I am honored by your majesty. I am very happy to see your Majesty’s dragon body healthy.”

Emperor Hongzhi sighed: “Mao Qing’s family, Mao Qing’s family, why did you hang up your hat and leave in the first place? What, but there is something unspeakable?

“This is my ambition.” Mao Ji smiled and behaved in a polite manner: “Your Majesty, don’t blame me.”

Emperor

Hongzhi

nodded: “Everyone has his own ambitions. How can I blame you?”

He can always hold back and keep silent, and it is the same today.

He said: “Now, I heard about your name again. People said that you preached here and had a great influence. Therefore, I came to take a look. I summoned you and the local elders here today. I also want to listen. What do you think of the government?”

Mao Jida said, “I don’t dare.”

Emperor Hongzhi took a bite of the steamed bun and placed his hand on his mouth to prevent the crumbs from falling.

“There’s nothing you dare or don’t dare to say. Since you are in Dayang Mountain, if you dare to say something, why don’t you dare to say it in front of me?”

“What do you want to hear, Your Majesty?”

“If the Qing family has anything to say, it’s okay to speak out.”

Baiguan Both the officials and the gentry looked at Mao Ji with burning eyes.

Mr. Mao Ji really has a noble demeanor. He behaves politely and courteously with His Majesty without losing his elegance. This is a model for scholars.

Mao Ji smiled: “I remembered an allusion. After Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty revolted from Pei County, he often cursed Confucian scholars. He either called others ‘Shuru’ or ‘Qilu’, or he called himself ‘Er Gong’. Very rude.

When Fang Jifan heard the word “Er Gong”, he smiled.

“You” means “Er Gong”, and in this context,

“Er Gong” means elder.

, that is, I am your father, or your father me.

Emperor Hongzhi coughed

and covered his mouth .

Mao Ji did not even look at Fang Jifan, but he still said calmly: “There were even Confucian scholars visiting him, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty. The emperor actually took the Confucian scholar’s hat and defecated on it. Your Majesty, have you ever heard of such an allusion? Emperor

Hongzhi said without hesitation: “This allusion comes from the Historical Records “The Chronicles of the Great Ancestor”.

Mao Ji smiled: “That’s it. It’s really inappropriate for Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty to bully the scholars in this way.

“

Wise monarchs have always treated virtuous ministers with courtesy. For example, Your Majesty gave banquets to ministers and village elders. Although it is not necessary to give them delicacies and delicacies, I thought it was inappropriate to give them such food. “

Of course Emperor Hongzhi heard what Mao Ji said.

Mao Ji compared himself with the behavior of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty who peed on a Confucian scholar’s hat.

However, Emperor Hongzhi did not get angry.

Since he came to the throne, he has always been open to speaking out, and his ministers advised him It was common for him to speak fiercely when admonishing himself.

He smiled and looked at the ministers.

Sure enough, many of the officials nodded secretly, and many village elders also said so

. Their voices.

They are here for the banquet, not for such insults.

Emperor Hongzhi sighed and said: “I often hear scholars talk about benevolence and righteousness and caring for the people, so I was thinking that this meal is The most common food for the common people. Today I am here with all the ministers to eat what the common people eat. Naturally, I want to share the joys and sorrows with the common people. But the Mao Qing family thinks that this is me insulting the scholar-bureaucrats? “

The officials and village elders were stunned.

They lowered their heads and looked at the nests in their hands.

People who have read books are different.

In fact, it is not just those of you here who have read books, the emperor has also read books.

Everyone hurriedly said : “Your Majesty has this original intention, and I respect you. “

So, someone picked up the steamed bun with difficulty and reluctantly stuffed it into his mouth.

Mao Ji was unmoved. He said: “Your Majesty has such profound meaning, which is indeed admirable. But… I don’t think so.”

Emperor Hongzhi looked at Mao Ji: “Oh?”

Mao Ji said lightly: “The saint is respected. “Li”, then, what is etiquette? It is etiquette for the king, the minister, the father, the son, and the husband and wife. The king is the guide for the ministers, the father is the guide for the son, and the husband is the guide for the wife. These are all etiquette. , derived from the superiority and inferiority. Your Majesty is a king, a father, and a husband. You should not eat such chaff. And the ministers are your guests, the pillars of the country, and your majesty’s scholar-bureaucrats who govern the world. You should not eat such chaff, otherwise, where is the etiquette? Your Majesty must not only cherish yourself, but also treat the scholars well so that they can be used by your Majesty to stabilize the country and make the country worry-free. People eat this chaff, and even the scholars will be wronged. Then the etiquette prescribed by the saint will be gone. The collapse of etiquette and music begins with these behaviors. “

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Chapter two.

(End of chapter)