The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son - Chapter 1506

[1506. Chapter 1430 The mystery is revealed]

Fang Jifan returned to his house.

He looked like he had the pearls of wisdom in his hands.

Zhu Houzhao was already here at Zhenguo Mansion, waiting anxiously for Fang Jifan.

As soon as he saw Fang Jifan coming back, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked: “How are you, Lao Fang?”

Fang Jifan naturally knew Zhu Houzhao’s temperament, and this kind of thing naturally made his heart burn. He couldn’t help but smile at him and said: “His Majesty was angry at first, but with his emotion and understanding, he finally understood the stakes. He has made up his mind and let us do what we do.”

Zhu Houzhao clapped his hands and applauded.

“Excellent, I know that when dealing with my father, I should kill him first and then tell him. But… I have a question, my father is a saint, who am I?” Zhu Houzhao stared at Fang Jifan with his eyes wide open, his eyes filled with emotion. He was confused, but it only took a moment for him to think it through, and then he said with a smile.

“Old Fang, you should let that bitch Li Chaowen add a sub-sage. My father is a saint, I am a sub-sage, and you will be the three saints.”

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao strangely and said in his heart, if it is the three saints, then it will not It’s time to call them the Three Saints, but instead they are called Dasha, Ersi and Sansi.

The cause of the incident came from the Statistics Department.

The Statistics Department went deep into various prefectures and counties to compile local data, and the information they could glean was also varied.

One of the biggest problems is that there are still a lot of conservative and conservative forces in the local area.

The theory of Neo-Confucianism has been circulated for so many years, how could it be wiped out in one fell swoop?

Over the years, new learning has gradually gained the upper hand in the capital, Jiangnan, Jiaozhi, Baoding and other areas, but in many places there are still many stubborn scholars.

They have the largest number, but… they are not enough.

Because they are a piece of loose sand.

After all, they couldn’t pass the imperial examination, so the money they needed was, well, they were all treasure notes issued by Xishan.

Therefore, apart from scolding a few words at the local level, they seemed to have done nothing.

But Fang Jifan still took precautions against them.

Because this group of scattered people has huge power and may resurrect at any time.

What they lack now is just a backbone, and in the hearts of these scholars, they also need a backbone.

Because of this, some people with ulterior motives took the opportunity to stir up trouble and spread rumors everywhere, saying that the saint was about to appear.

The essence of the so-called saint is that there are many stubborn scholars. They need a saint to appear to lead everyone and defend their own values.

Such rumors have been going on since the year before last. Obviously, someone behind the scenes was fanning the flames. It lasted for two full years. The news of the birth of the saint has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. What Fang Jifan has to do is to beat these guys down. Completely cut off their thoughts.

Therefore…from the beginning, from Li Chaowen, to intensifying the rumors, attracting the court’s attention, and now to getting His Majesty’s support, this was all planned.

Its purpose is to force the people behind it to surface.

Secondly, stop their thoughts.

When Zhu Houzhao saw that Fang Jifan was silent, he couldn’t help scratching his head: “That’s it, this Yasheng, just don’t do it. What are you doing with a straight face?” As he said that, Zhu Houzhao’s face showed stubbornness and dissatisfaction. said.

“Humph, this is because I am not the emperor. If I were the emperor, I would make myself the Jade Emperor and the King of Yama, unify the three realms, and be nothing more than a saint. You guys still lack imagination. When the time comes, Wouldn’t it be nice if I named you Bi Ma Wen and raised horses for me? “

Zhu Houzhao can really do this kind of thing.

Fang Jifan did not answer, but clasped his fists at Zhu Houzhao: “At that time, I will go to Huanghuangzhou to become a feudal lord and take care of my own one-third of an acre of land. Your Highness, I will not leave cruelly, but ten of you.” Thousands of relatives are there, and I feel uneasy. I am a very emotional person. I have been dreaming about them these past few days. In my dream, they all sang songs, crossed thousands of miles of ocean, and arrived happily at the Golden Continent. Live happily together.”

Zhu Houzhao rolled his eyes at Fang Jifan and told the truth mercilessly.

“Within ten years, if half of them are dead, I will chop off their heads.”

Fang Jifan was heartbroken and covered his heart, looking like he was deeply hurt.

“His Royal Highness is so cruel. How could he say such cruel words? Besides, everyone will die, either from poverty or from swords and diseases. We, the old Fang family, are not afraid of death. I’m just

afraid of being poor. If you don’t believe me, your Highness will go and inquire.”

Zhu Houzhao slapped his head and said, “Seriously, Lao Fang, the question now is, how can we prove that our father is a saint and… can the world still believe him? Guaranteed votes, but if you can’t convince people, what’s the use?”

This is the crux of the problem.

A saint is nothing, and neither is the Jade Emperor.

The problem is, someone has to believe Li Chaowen’s words, otherwise, people will just think that Li Chaowen is just flattering and under His Majesty’s instructions. What’s the point of this…?

Fang Jifan said with a smile: “Your Highness will know soon. When the time comes, His Highness the Prince’s eyes will be opened.”

Zhu Houzhao still wanted to know the answer to the mystery.

But Fang Jifan refused to say anything until his death, which made him quite depressed.

Fang Jifan couldn’t help but patted his shoulder and comforted him.

“Your Highness, don’t worry, let’s see first who will jump out.”

……

A letter of impeachment finally appeared.

Most of them are from Nanjing.

Even if the people in Beijing think that His Majesty is a saint, it is ridiculous, most of them dare not speak out.

After all, most people knew that Fang Jifan had a close relationship with Li Chaowen, and everyone had already seen what kind of person Fang Jifan was. Although they laughed at this matter in private, they did not dare to say it publicly.

But the impeachment memorial sent by Kuai Ma from Nanjing was different.

There were two teams in the Ming Dynasty.

One is in the capital, and the other is in Nanjing.

For example, in the capital, there are the Ministry of Husbandry, the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Personnel. In Nanjing City, there are also the Nanjing Household Bureau and the Nanjing Ministry of War. The levels of both sides are the same.

The ministers of the Six Ministries of Nanjing are stationed in Nanjing City, and their power is not as powerful as that of the Six Ministries of the Capital, but their levels are the same.

There was a big commotion in Nanjing this time, probably because most people thought it was nonsense.

These impeachment memorials almost unanimously point out one issue, which is the lessons learned from the previous emperor of Chenghua.

When the first emperor of Chenghua was here, he also trusted these Taoists. These Taoists even directly conferred official positions and allowed them to enter and leave the palace freely. Emperor Chenghua even conferred the title of immortal on himself, which made the government affairs a mess. God is angry and people are angry.

And now, does your Majesty want to follow the example of the former Emperor Chenghua?

Therefore, we implore the emperor to immediately arrest and punish Li Chaowen, find out the people behind Li Chaowen, and capture them all.

In the capital, a murderous atmosphere suddenly arose.

Everyone was staring at the palace, seemingly waiting for His Majesty’s next move.

And at this time…

Fang Jifan looked at the reports sent one by one, which were all sent by the Statistics Department. When he saw one of them, he almost jumped up and danced with joy. He couldn’t help but shouted.

“Sure enough, I caught him out. Aha, it turns out that the one who wants to be a saint is this old fox, Wang Jinyuan, Wang Jinyuan, you bitch, come here quickly!”

Fang Jifan looked at the name on the report, with veins on his forehead excited. It’s like a butcher who has sharpened his knife and found a good pig in the pig pen. You look at the pig, it’s big and round.

(End of chapter)