Chapter 10

In the afternoon, fangjiazhuang was very quiet, only the sound of the breeze blowing across the earth.

Fang Xing sat in his study, dozing with his cheek in his hand.

I was dreaming that when I punched the Japanese pirates and kicked Mongolia, a burst of rapid footsteps interrupted this good dream.

"Young master, young master, a man named Zhang Taishun is visiting you."

Fang Xing, who was interrupted by his dream, was very upset. He just raised his hand and said, "please come in."

Even if alcohol still works in the brain, Fang woke up and still strongly supported his spirit. He rubbed his face with his hands and put on a look of idle clouds and wild cranes.

"Hahaha! Brother Dehua, I'm polite."

Fang Xing's hand was still covering his face. Hearing the sound, he looked through his fingers.

The young man in a brocade robe looked energetic, wearing a skillfully made Futou head. He was closing the folding fan in his hand and saluting with a fist.

"You are..."

Fang Xing's face was rubbed red. He thought the young man looked familiar.

The young man said with a smile: "my younger brother Zhang Taishun, I was shocked to talk with brother Dehua at the table next to Chuang Tzu a few days ago. So it's impolite for me to take the liberty to come to visit today."

Although he was smiling, he had an inviolable breath. At first glance, he was not the son of ordinary people.

Fang woke up and patted his head. Oh, he said, "I remember. Is Chuang Tzu next door yours?"

This is Fang Xing's confusion, trying to get rid of his refutation of several scholars that day.

Although that remark was very angry, it was spread to offend people on the premise that most people are now opposed to moving the capital.

The two sides exchanged greetings and sat down. After Xiaobai offered fragrant tea, Zhang Taishun looked at the study and said, "brother Dehua, I don't like what you said, so I'd like to ask you about the relocation of the capital of our Dynasty. Please give me your advice."

This is very polite, but it has a smell that can't be refused.

What a momentum!

Fang woke up and guessed the identity of the man. Finally, he thought it should be an official and the son of an official involved in the relocation of the capital.

Fang Xing wanted to refuse, but he thought that the Emperor Yongle was still in power for a long time. Finally, he had to pretend to sigh: "corrupt Confucianism will harm the country!"

Zhang Taishun listened with a smile.

This kind of posture is very tall, which makes Fang Xing, who was born ordinary, envy him.

Fang Xing dipped his hand in tea and drew a circle on the table, roughly similar to the territory of Daming. Then he drew another line, finally pointed out Jinling, raised his head and looked at Zhang Taishun.

Zhang Taishun frowned and beat his palm with a folding fan. After a long time, he said, "brother Dehua means... Far away?"

"Positive solution!"

Fang Xing pointed out the location of Peiping again and said, "if I don't move the capital, I dare guarantee that the nine sides will be eroded within 50 years."

Fang Xing's expression was worried about the country and the people, and his face was firm that he was willing to go through fire and water for my Daming, but his heart really agreed to move the capital.

If you don't move the capital, you can't say that you're not dead. Those barbarians on the grassland will come to Peiping. Where can he hide then?

Zhang Taishun pointed to the location of Jinling with a folding fan and said in some doubt: "brother Dehua, if we don't move the capital, even if it's a warning from the north, the capital can calmly mobilize troops for support!"

The idea of mobilizing troops from Jinling, that is, the south, is also very marketable at present.

Fang woke up and saw Xin Laoqi shaking at the door. With a wary face, he smiled and said, "that's just wishful thinking!"

After all, he was still young. Zhang Taishun was shocked and asked hurriedly, "brother Dehua, what's the meaning of this?"

Fang Xing was in a hurry to urinate, so he said regardless: "thousands of miles from Jinling to Beiping. When the reinforcements arrive, the north will have long been eroded."

"That Taishun, I'll change my clothes first. Wait a minute!"

After Fang woke up and finished happily, he found that Xin Laoqi was guarding outside the thatched house and looked at the gate with vigilance.

"Young master, Zhang Taishun brought two attendants. It's interesting."

Xin Laoqi held Tang Dao in one hand and told Fang Xing about his discovery.

I little interesting?

That's an expert!

Fang Xing took a mint from his purse, stuffed one into his mouth and threw two to Xin Laoqi.

"Give it to big girl later."

Staggering into the study, Fang woke up to see Zhang Taishun still writing pictures on the "map". After hearing the footsteps, he confused the water marks on the table, turned his face and said, "brother Dehua, from your analysis just now, I think you are not optimistic about the nine sides of Daming, right?"

Fang Xing had no pressure from the imperial examination, so he said easily, "sooner or later, something happens to Jiubian, and it must be Jiubian who finally buried me."

After rubbing, Zhang Taishun stood up with an angry face. His eyes narrowed and said faintly: "brother Dehua, please make it clear."

Fang woke up with a hiccup, and a smell of Maotai floated out. Then he said leisurely, "the so-called nine sides is just a watchdog dog. If my military system of Daming does not keep pace with the times, sooner or later, I will have a virtue with the Mongols, which is not transferred by people's will."

Fan his mouth with his hand. Fang woke up and saw that Zhang Taishun was still thinking in anger. He said, "you are still young. Go back and read more history books to see how those dynasties changed from prosperity to decline."

"Take history as a mirror, you can know the rise and fall!"

Fang Dashan said with compassion.

At present, the military front of the Ming Dynasty is at its peak, and it will take less than 100 years or even 50 years to beat the bulls of the grassland barbarians. The Ming Yingzong who favored Wang Zhen will ruin the last morale of the Ming Dynasty in the civil castle. Since then, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty have never entered the grassland on a large scale.

The anger on Zhang Taishun's face magically disappeared. He sat down again and smiled as if it were another person just now.

"Brother Dehua, look at the disadvantages of Daming's military system."

The problem was too big, and Fang Xing didn't dare to talk nonsense. He was afraid of being cut off by the Yongle Emperor, so he said perfunctorily: "in the annals of Chinese history, only the Great Han and the Tang Dynasty died by force."

Zhang Taishun recognized this, so he looked at Fang Xing with some hot eyes, which made him a little creepy.

"Cough!" Fang Xing coughed, "in the Song Dynasty, the status of sergeant is the lowest in all dynasties, but do you know why the Song Dynasty can last so long?"

Zhang Taishun said in a confused way, "maybe it's because of his outstanding culture."

The literary rule of the Song Dynasty was indeed "outstanding", directly sharing the world with literati and bureaucrats.

Fang Xing glanced sideways at Zhang Taishun, pointed at him and said, "you're dishonest."

Zhang Taishun shouted, "brother Dehua, I really mean it!"

Fang Xing said lazily, "the Song Dynasty was just relying on the benefits of opening the sea and the National Treasury was full, so it could adhere to the Southern Song Dynasty without the protection of the great wall and the low status of sergeants. Even the Southern Song Dynasty almost dragged the Mongols to death."

"That's the advantage of money! But where's Daming?"