"This year, Shandong railway will suffer a disaster, but it doesn't look like a major disaster."
Jin Youzi is talking to people on the Bank of Daming Lake.
There are many people, from hairy boys in their teens to old men with gray hair.
These people are now standing in the direction of facing Daming Lake, while Jin Youzi is talking with his back to the lake.
"... when the people suffer a disaster, the central government will certainly provide disaster relief. This is the art of governance. It seems simple, but there are many things in it, from raising money and food, to how to transport, who will be sent to provide disaster relief, who will supervise, how to comfort the victims, and how to organize them to save themselves..."
"All this is practical and can't be learned in books."
Someone asked, "Lord Jin, what do you mean... Are we still learning?"
Jin Youzi said, "it's natural for a sage to learn knowledge. Don't bury your head in learning. You should raise your head and bow down while learning knowledge."
Most of those people are expressionless. When they hear bowing, they have all kinds of reactions, mostly disdain.
Jin Youzi looked in his eyes and sighed in his heart: "you should bow down and inquire about the world and objects, otherwise you will write a thousand words, but it will be empty. What's the use of a beautiful article? Can you provide disaster relief?"
Jin Youzi accidentally made a taboo. Someone retorted, "Lord Jin, knowledge can provide disaster relief!"
"Yes, I made a mistake."
Jin Youzi's white moustache was blown by the wind. His eyes were bleak, his lips wriggled a few times, and said, "without preferential treatment, we need to be pragmatic to live. No amount of money and food can afford to sit and eat empty, so learn practice. Whether it's farming or business, we have to find a way for ourselves."
Those people had more resentment in their eyes, but no one spoke.
Jin Youzi's voice became hoarse, and there were more and more white foam around his mouth.
"Don't think about annexation. Once the local officials cover up, they are found to be exiled. All the merged companies are exiled and can't do it."
"The sage's knowledge comes from practice, so you should also go to practice, find the benefits of Confucianism again, and make the achievements of predecessors... Don't take those empty roads again."
Seeing these people numb, Jin Youzi had to take a strong medicine: "Your Majesty has canonized the prince. There will be no more concessions in the future of Daming. Don't think about annexing land and collecting tenants. It's gone, it's gone!"
He didn't say that, but everyone knows.
——Fang Xing will become an emperor!
This is an unacceptable consequence for everyone.
The atmosphere gradually became heavy. Jin Youzi was preparing to encourage these people to work hard through this matter. A ride came to the right.
"Didn't you say no interruptions?"
Jin Youzi looked at his entourage displeased.
The entourage dismounted and said, "Sir, xinghebo has entered the city, and his Highness the king of Han."
Jin Youzi wanted to scold. When he heard that Zhu gaoxu's family came, he smiled bitterly and said, "that's great. I'll go there."
He got on his horse and followed his entourage. His back was still vivid. Someone in the crowd scolded, "old dog! Only know how to hold up bad feet!"
Everyone was silent, and someone followed and scolded: "instead of arguing for the famous religion, they came to suppress us. It's really an old dog!"
Everyone felt bored. Someone proposed to visit the lake and write some poems, so everyone responded.
"Get on board, get on board!"
"Oh! Everybody, slow down, slow down, watch your feet."
A woman appeared on the side of the pedal of the boat, waving her handkerchief and shouting, "they are all Wenqu stars in the sky. We can't afford to fall one. Hold on!"
Two servants stood at the entrance, reached out and grabbed the readers who were going to cross the pedal, and picked them up one by one.
After everyone got ashore, a servant was ordered to buy money in the city. He took the money. He was only a little under his feet. He went ashore without taking the board at all.
The board was taken back, and the boring servant stood it up, and the highest place was only his chest
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"Benbo didn't see the local people organizing self-help along the way. What are you waiting for?"
Zhu gaoxu sat in the main seat of the chief minister's Yamen, but he was eating noodles.
A big bowl, a big bowl, full of beef and noodles.
The ear is the sound of eating noodles, and the front is Fang Xing's seemingly indifferent eyes.
Chang Yu felt that he was unlucky. He seemed frightened and said, "xinghebo, there is less water, and all places are diverting water, but there is less water this year. Fortunately, there is still some rain, otherwise..."
He didn't say why, but he made it clear: what can I do without water?
The sound of breaking the air came in an instant. Chang Yu was hit in the face by a pair of chopsticks before he had time to respond.
He reached out and brushed a piece of noodles off his face, but a piece of chili skin still stuck under his cheekbones and looked at the red.
"Pig brain! Get out!"
There is no one except Zhu gaoxu who can say the word pig so naturally and fresh.
His eyes stared, his big eyes protruded slightly, and his face was slightly red and murderous.
Chang Yu's legs softened and he remembered that the Han king was going overseas soon. If he beat himself in a rage, as long as he didn't kill him, the emperor probably just ordered a reprimand.
Fang Xing shook his head and got up to send Chang Yu out.
The flowers and trees in the yard are growing vigorously, and a smell of plants is everywhere.
"Take the initiative, don't wait, don't knock."
Fang woke up and stopped. He didn't need to socialize with Chang Yu, and he didn't want to socialize, and he also saw Jin Youzi.
Chang Yu didn't see it because he kept his head down.
People who learn to fly and dog will never look up. They will only look at their feet and walk along the avenue paved by money. As for the front, what are they afraid of when they have power and money?
"Xinghe Bo, my official..."
Chang Yu wanted to distinguish. When he saw Jin Youzi coming, he left with relief.
"Xinghebo, I have found many people. They all say that this year is only a slight drought, but there is little water. The cost of drilling wells is high, so we can only do it slowly."
Fang Xing said noncommittally, "when autumn comes, the central court will naturally send someone. If there is dereliction of duty, your highness is still short of population. I wish I could turn into bandits and coerce the people to sea."
Jin Youzi immediately forgot what he wanted to say to Fang Xing and glared: "if so, I will detain the subsequent ship to Huazhou and think that the latecomers will quit."
This is a threat. The subsequent construction of Huazhou needs the continuous support of Daming.
If the support is cut off, Zhu gaoxu is afraid that he will kill Daming again, and then go all the way back to Beijing, rush into the court hall and kill several "sycophants".
After entering the front hall, Zhu gaoxu had finished his noodles and was drinking tea, burping from time to time.
Seeing Jin Youzi coming in, Zhu gaoxu said, "after the king goes to sea, if the follow-up is cut off, even if the ship sinks to the bottom of the sea, the king will count you as waiting in the middle, and when he turns back, he will send troops back to destroy you."
Jin Youzi was furious and shouted, "I'm here. If your highness is not satisfied, kill me!"
"Bang!"
As soon as Zhu gaoxu's face changed, the big bowl in his hand flew over.
Fang Xing only had time to block it. Fortunately, he blocked the bowl out and smashed it on the ground.
Jin Youzi didn't flinch, but took a step forward and said, "Your Highness, who are you going to kill? No matter who is, it's wrong, so kill the minister."
Zhu gaoxu sneered, "OK!"
He rushed out, and Jin Youzi choked his neck and shouted, "come on!"
Two madmen!
"Old seven!"
Xin Laoqi took his hand and hugged Zhu gaoxu from the side.