I am the king of the dead

Chapter 680 Jackals, tigers and leopards, eat all their flesh and blood!
who am I?
This is an old question, but also a frequently asked one.

Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism have interpreted this issue.

"The Doctrine of the Mean" says: The benevolent is the man.

Confucian scholars have annotated this sentence in the past dynasties, which can be roughly summarized as follows: there are two words next to the word 人, that is, what makes a human being a human must be the corresponding relationship between human beings.

The relationship between the two is father and son, monarch and minister, husband and wife, brother, friend, etc., thus constructing the three cardinal principles and five permanent principles of Confucianism.

"Zhuangzi" said: "You are not a fish, and you know the joy of fish."

"Tao Te Ching" said: I am unique from others, but I value my mother.

In Taoism, what I pursue is to go all out to explore the origin of all things. The world and I are one, and only when we share ourselves with fish can we be open-minded to the joy of fish.

The "Mahaparinirvana Sutra" says: All dharmas have no self, but they are not without self. Who is the self?If the Dharma is real, true, permanent, main, and dependent, and its nature does not change, it is called me.

The Buddha said that the true self is the free self, the self that dominates itself.

As a Roman envoy, Nicolaus once talked about the Temple of Apollo when he was discussing with Hu Wei, the Minister of Rites of the Ming Dynasty.

The oracle of Delphi is engraved on the doorpost of the Temple of Apollo, with a sentence "Know yourself" on the left and a sentence "Do not overdo anything" on the right.

This is a revelation from God.

Throughout ancient and modern China and abroad, the discussion on who I am has never stopped.The sages of human beings of all ages have tirelessly pursued this answer.

I am an identity and a role in society. Throughout my life, I have been completing the answer to the question [who am I], answering this question, and tirelessly exploring myself.

who I am?It's what everyone, every day, is all about waking up to.

Of course, Xia Shizheng at this time was not asking such a profound question, he was simply asking who was questioning him.

In what capacity, what qualifications do you have to question him!
Zhu Qiyu looked at Xing'an, then at Lu Zhong, Yang Han and others, and said with a smile: "I am the emperor you want to assassinate the king."

"Your Majesty?!" Xia Shizheng stood up abruptly, looking at the heroic man in front of him in disbelief, he had never expected to meet him on such an occasion.

Xia Shizheng suddenly came back to his senses, knelt down on the ground suddenly, and shouted hoarsely: "See Your Majesty, Long live Your Majesty, Long live, Long live!"

At this time, the only one who can forgive him is His Majesty.

Zhu Qiyu looked at Xia Shizheng who was kneeling on the ground, and sized him up carefully. He was really not used to this arrogant appearance.

You know, just a moment ago, Xia Shizheng was still holding his head up, talking nonsense with an awe-inspiring look, but now he has become so respectful.

Zhu Qiyu just looked at him like this for a long time before he said: "Scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen are all citizens of the world, and I never treat people with contempt."

"What you call humble is that you despise yourself."

"After the supplementary inspection is over, send it to Jieyuan."

Zhu Qiyu flicked his sleeves, turned around and left the prison. He somewhat understood what these people were thinking. To be exact, what Ran Siniang said was right. Ran Siniang said that they were sick because of external evils entering their bodies and suffering from epilepsy.

Really crazy.

They were indeed rich in material, and their lives were luxurious enough. The literati sang songs of praise for them, and even after their death, there were famous scholars and scholars who compiled epitaphs for them.

The brilliance and beauty of these appearances gradually made them lose themselves.

These "external evils" are like whitewashed tombs, which look good on the outside, but inside are full of dead people's bones, full of decay and erosion.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Forgive me, Your Majesty!" Xia Shi was yelling at the top of his lungs. He was like crazy, trying to catch the back of the emperor leaving. The two tyrants pressed him, and he almost broke free .

"Caomin was confused for a moment, Caomin was also deceived by the slut, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

"I beg your majesty to be merciful!"

Xia Shizheng's voice was so loud that it spread far and far in the prison, all the officials and workers ignored it and followed His Majesty out of the prison.

When sent to Jiejieyuan, they will be poured with a bowl of ecstasy soup. Of course, the Taiyuan Hospital and Jiejieyuan call it Mabosan, which is concocted from Luma poured from his family.

Folks call the ecstasy soup Mengpo soup.

After eating a bowl of Mengpo soup, the past and present lives are all gone, that is, I have completely lost my concept, and since then, I have been in a daze.

who I am?It is probably the meaning of waking up every day in life, and the inmates of the Assault Court who don't know where they are are probably deprived of this kind of power. Even if they are awake for a short time, they probably feel extremely regretful.

Zhu Qiyu stood still, looked at the sunset in the sky, and said in a daze: "The Analects of Confucius Xue Er said: A gentleman should focus on the foundation, and Dao is born from the foundation. It is indeed so."

Zhu Qiyu didn't have much opinion on the sage Kong himself, but in the process of development, Confucianism gradually walked into the dead end of advocating ancient times and over three generations. Advocating ancient times brought inevitable backwardness and pedantry, and this backwardness and The pedantry put a heavy shackle on the progress of the Central Plains Dynasty.

"Brighten up the lights." Zhu Qiyu returned to the imperial study in Bieyuan and said to Xing'an.

Xing'an turned on the lamp and said: "Your Majesty, the memorials sent by the capital today have all been approved."

Xing'an was reminding his emperor that it was time for vacation and there were not so many paperwork.

Everyone is tired, Xing'an hopes that His Majesty can combine work and rest.

Zhu Qiyu picked up the pen, but finally put it down again, looking at the Koryo tribute paper in front of him, dazed.

Seeing this, Xing'an no longer persuaded him, but asked Xiao Huangmen to find Ran Guiren.

Ran Siniang floated into the imperial study with a gust of fragrant wind, and saw His Majesty writing and drawing on paper.

"Husband, what are you painting?" Ran Siniang looked at the waste manuscript next to her, and asked full of doubts.

"Four small paintings." Zhu Qiyu said concisely.

In this small four-panel painting, a group of bees are working hard. There are ten catties of honey in the beehive, but a pair of hands appeared and took away nine catties.

This group of bees worked harder, and they were all starved and thin. There was 49 catties of honey in the beehive, but a pair of hands appeared again and took away [-] catties.

In the header, Zhu Qiyu wrote the title: Gathering Honey, with a short poem next to it: After harvesting a hundred flowers into honey, who will work hard for who will be sweet?
Compared with the direct satire in the past, this small four-panel painting is a bit more subtle.

The meaning it expresses is: leave one catty of honey to the bees, and they can continue their population, so why leave them two catties?
This is the reproduction of labor force under the wage labor system.

Since leaving one catty of funds for the people at the lowest level is enough to ensure their survival, why leave two catties?
And this poem is "Bee" written by Luo Yin, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It borrows things to describe people, and compares bees to laborers.

"This painting, I'm afraid the common people won't understand it, it's rather obscure." Zhu Qiyu said with a slight headache.

Ran Siniang knew what His Majesty was saying with just one glance, she shook her head and said, "The common people are not stupid..."

These words match this poem, is there anything else that is difficult to understand?
"This painting of mine still has no strength." Zhu Qiyu became dissatisfied with his small four-frame painting for the first time.

Before, he always painted for the elites, but this time he wants to paint for the common people. This kind of yin and yang painting style is obviously not suitable for the common people.

To be precise, Zhu Qiyu felt a little feminine, lacking strength, directness, and emotion.

Zhu Qiyu stood up again, and found a painting from the bookcase. This painting was "San Mao Nine Peaks and Hundred Works" painted by him when he climbed high and looked far away during his 20-odd days in Songjiang Mansion.

In this picture, in the distance, countless people are working hard in the cotton fields; the blacksmiths in the workshop are beating the iron felt with sledgehammers; the traffickers and soldiers on both sides of the street are shouting vigorously; Lifu on the pier was loading and unloading goods, and stopped to watch the cargo ship drifting away; the girls from the Weaving Bureau stepped on the spinning wheel and whispered; the boatmen in the shipyard were dragging the giant boat into the sea...

A long scroll of the prosperity of the country and the people.

"This painting is really good." Ran Siniang couldn't help admiring.

This painting was drawn stroke by stroke by His Majesty under her study of ink. She has felt the beauty of this scroll countless times, as well as the country, peace and prosperity depicted in this scroll.

She likes this painting, and hopes that all kinds of things in this painting will not only appear in Songjiang Mansion, but also in the four corners of the Ming Dynasty.

She also hopes that one day, remote places like Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and Guizhou, her hometown, will look like those in the painting.

Your Majesty does not live in the palace, but lives in Tai'an Palace, Tai'an Tai'an, the country is peaceful and the people are safe.

There is still a lot of blank space in this painting.

Zhu Qiyu started painting again, and his style of painting changed drastically.

On the Longshang of the cotton field, a paunchy landlord appeared in a palanquin, the maid behind him held an umbrella for the landlord, a maid was peeling grapes, four bearers were bent down, and the landlord looked fierce, Pointing at the farmer in the field arrogantly, he reprimanded him loudly.

In a quiet small village, a group of officials and a group of vicious thieves are kicking the gate of the courtyard vigorously. In the courtyard, a woman is holding a child, shivering, the child is crying loudly, the husband's His eyes were terrified, and his hand rested on the child's back.

At the gate of the city, an old man, with a dark complexion, dusty face, gray temples, and black ink on his ten fingers, was sitting in front of a cart loaded with coal. The school lieutenant's leg, the school lieutenant was holding a document in his hand, making a gesture to pull the platoon cart away.

In a private house in the city, a family of four is being driven out of their own courtyard, surrounded by scattered packages, a tall and thick woman is standing at the gate of the courtyard, with her hips on her hips and hands outstretched, yelling, the scolded family The four of them could only silently pack their bags.

The prostitutes in the old courtyard study apartment were covered in bruises, kneeling on the ground as if they were begging, there was still some blood on their clothes, their faces were stained with tears, and their eyes were filled with despair. Outside the door of the book apartment, there are two guests who are eager to try.

In the yamen of Songjiang Mansion, behind the governor of Songjiang Mansion is a bright mirror hanging high. In the hall, there are men standing in silk and satin, followed by servants, who saddle the men on horseback. Being pinned on a chair by the yamen servants is obviously to be punished with a cane.

Ran Siniang looked at the picture scroll with a sudden change in style, the picture of singing and dancing in a prosperous age, and enjoying peace with ample food and clothing. After adding these scenes, it immediately became bloody and depressing everywhere, and voices of injustice everywhere.

Ran Siniang finally took His Majesty's hand and said, "Husband."

"The old man selling charcoal at the gate of the city happened in the capital last November. The captain of the Wucheng Bingma Division wanted the old man to sell coal at the entrance of the coal market, and did not intend to take it by force."

In November last year, the Yiqing Rumor Officer saw this scene in the painting, quoting from "The Charcoal Sellers" to impeach the soldiers and horses of the five cities for robbery. His Majesty was furious, and only after he sent Tiqi to investigate, did he know the cause and effect.

Ran Siniang knew about this, and it was because the captain was frightened that he fell ill, and the captain's wife and children went to the Imperial Hospital for treatment.

A cart of charcoal weighs more than 1000 catties. Even in the snowy weather, a cart of charcoal costs only [-] Wenfei, or three silver coins.

A school lieutenant of the Wucheng Bingma Division was paid three per cent a day and twelve silver coins a year. Every winter, the Beijing Army returned one silver coin of coat silver for the New Year.

This school captain lost his mind and went crazy, so he forcibly seized a thousand catties of charcoal?

His Majesty's reaction to this matter was not excessive. The Beijing Army is Daming's ballast. If the Beijing Army is corrupted, how will the ship of the Ming Dynasty move forward?
The soldiers and horses of the five cities are the Beijing Army, and strict military discipline is the first guarantee of combat effectiveness.

It is the Ming Emperor's duty to ensure the combat effectiveness and discipline of the Beijing Army.

Of course, the gossip official who talked nonsense, put aside the facts, and was far-fetched with malicious intentions was also sent by Zhu Qiyu to the Liaodong Coal and Iron Official Factory.

"The absence of the capital does not mean that there are no other places. The collapse of the Nanya store that Li Xian said was not because the soldiers and horses of the five cities of Nanya were the masters of the tiger, and the owner of the bricks and stones entered the city, which turned the collapse of the store into a business. ? Let the merchants try their best to strip the people?" Zhu Qiyu shook his head and said.

Although he did not draw this scene in Songjiang Mansion, it was indeed a common phenomenon in Ming Dynasty. The school captain of the five cities' military and horse divisions asked for food, and the common people went to the city to sell a jujube, and they would be arrested twice.

Ran Siniang frowned and said: "The old courtyard book apartment has been demolished by Governor Li, and now it is a water transport terminal. The girls in the book apartment are now working in the weaving bureau, and most of them can make ends meet and rely on themselves."

Zhu Qiyu shook his head again and said: "The sixteenth floor of the two capitals of the Ming Dynasty, the Shenle Xiandu, and the two alleys are still the same. This human tragedy is still happening everywhere."

Ran Siniang grabbed Zhu Qiyu's hand, and said solemnly: "The Yamen of Songjiang Prefecture doesn't handle cases like this. The governor of Songjiang Prefecture, Chen Zongqing, is a good official who upholds integrity. My concubine supervises the affairs of the soap factory. I have also inquired about it. Praise, Tiqi has always heard and reported things."

Zhu Qiyu stopped writing, nodded and said: "Yes, Chen Zongqing, as a third-rank governor, is indeed praised by people. He also has a nickname, Chen Qingtian."

The name may be wrong, but the nickname is generally not wrong.

At the beginning, Zhu Qiyu divided the various prefectures of Nanya into four, and the magistrate of Songjiang Prefecture was changed to Governor of Songjiang Prefecture.

As the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture is the prefect of Gyeonggi, he is often served concurrently by the Duke Ming of the six ministers.

Before, Zhu Qiyu really thought about letting Li Binyan go out on a boat to bind the dragon and travel around the world. After Li Binyan left, Chen Zongqing would be the new governor of Songjiang.

Li Binyan left Songjiang Mansion and went to Ryukyu to preside over Wang Hua's affairs, and it was Chen Zongqing who was in charge of Songjiang Mansion's affairs.

Zhu Qiyu put down his brush, picked up a Xionghao brush, dipped in the ink and said: "I didn't draw the governor of Songjiang, this was done by the Hangzhou government and Renhe county government before. When I thought about it, I drew it." superior."

Xia Shizheng of the Renhe Xia clan colluded with the Renhe County Government and the Hangzhou Government Government, and the common people avenged their grievances, and they were punished first.

He was about to mention the words. This bear hair was carefully crafted by Wuqing Hou Shiheng after he hunted bears when he was suppressing bandits in Tatar.

In the matter of giving gifts to the emperor, Marquis Wu Qing was extraordinarily careful.

Along with the Xionghao pen, there are four well-marinated bear paws and a few large hams. After being cut, the aroma is overflowing and the meat is extremely tender.

Xionghao pens, bear paws, and bear meat ham are all made by Wu Qinghou himself.

Zhu Qiyu picked up a pen and wrote eight big characters: "The wolves, tigers and leopards eat up all their flesh and blood!"

Ran Siniang saw that Zhu Qiyu finally put down the pen, got into her husband's arms, hugged her husband's waist tightly, raised her head to look into her husband's eyes, and said very seriously, "Your Majesty has done a good job." Yes, it's really good, very good."

"It's not good enough." Zhu Qiyu brushed Ran Siniang's hair behind her ear with a full smile and said, "I know that if this painting is passed down, not only will it not be able to show off my achievements, but it will even become an ironclad proof that I am the king of subjugation. "

"Some people will say: Look, that stupid king knows everything, but he is still extremely stupid."

"It's just a little floating name, I don't care, this painting, as long as it makes the present Daming better, I will be satisfied."

"The people regard food as their heaven, and the king regards the people as their heaven."

Zhu Qiyu looked at the long scroll with a little emotion, and said loudly to Xing'an outside the door: "Tomorrow, send the engraving of the painting on the table to the mansion newspaper for publication, and send it to the major prefectures and counties, and let them engrave it. If it is carved into a stone, it will be placed at the gate of the city."

Xing'an took the painting, and was shocked when he saw it. Holding the painting, he didn't know what to do.

Everything else is fine, it's all true.

Only Chen Zongqing, the Governor of Songjiang who handled the case, was afraid that he would be scolded bloody.

As soon as Xing'an rolled his eyes, he thought of a way to achieve both.

　As the saying goes: meat eaters have external evils entering their bodies and are muddled; the Dahun Lord writes an inscription and self-destroys his wisdom.If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the next chapter.Snapped!Ask for a monthly pass!

　　
　
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