Daming: I asked you to supervise the country, Daming is all crazy?

Chapter 59 The big melon is the melon that everyone likes to eat together! ! !

Zhang Mao's efficiency is still very fast.

On the second day, a piece of news appeared in Yingtian City inadvertently.

Zhu Zhanji, the grandson of the emperor, plans to open a college to teach others medical skills, named the Royal College of Medicine.

And to promote medicine, it is said that the imperial doctor in the palace will come out to give lectures.

The opening of medical school is not a special concern to most people.

Some people will forget about it after hearing it, and then do what they should do.

Only under the publicity of caring people, this news still spread among a small number of people.

Yingtian City, south of the city.

In Hualian Temple, the nearest Zhu Gaosui became a little impatient.

He has arranged many people to inquire about the new salt, but after the new salt was produced by the household department, he handed it over to Shen Wendu directly.

Shen Wendu does not belong to the bureaucratic system, so many of his original methods cannot be used.

He could send someone to threaten Shen Wendu, but he would definitely expose himself in this way.

So there has been no concrete progress so far.

It is not even clear where the new salt comes from.

What's more, it's not short time for him to come back now.

If he didn't see anything, his team wouldn't respond to Tian, ​​and he wouldn't be able to explain to Zhu Di himself.

"My lord, this is the news from the spies just now."

The door opened, and the abbot of Hualian Temple walked in with a letter in his hand.

Zhu Gaosui took the letter and opened it. It was impressively written on the letter that Zhu Zhanji founded the Royal College of Medicine.

After reading the letter, Zhu Gaosui frowned: "Open the Royal Academy of Medicine? What does my eldest nephew want to do?"

Seeing that Zhu Gaosui was deep in thought, the host of Hualian Temple said after reciting the Buddha's name: "Why should the prince care about the purpose of His Royal Highness Taisun? If His Royal Highness wants to do it, the prince only needs to stop it. Why don't the prince tell the matter directly?" Guozijian, send someone to lobby for another one or two, then the Guozijian will naturally come forward!"

"Yup!"

Hearing the host's words, Zhu Gaosui's eyes lit up immediately, and he said with a smile, "What's wrong with my big nephew? He insists on running an academy, and what kind of Royal Medical Academy? Isn't this slapping those people in the Imperial College in the face?"

The host didn't say a word when he heard the words. Zhu Gaosui seemed to know this person very well, so he wasn't too surprised. After talking about it for a while, he said, "Is this news reliable? Don't let me send someone to the Imperial College at that time, but the news turned out to be unreliable." Turned into fake news!"

"Don't worry, my lord, this news was not obtained deliberately, it should have been leaked unintentionally!"

After the host finished speaking, he turned around and said:
"And even if this matter is false, there is nothing wrong with the prince!"

Zhu Gaosui nodded when he heard the words, and after thinking about it, it was indeed like what the host said, even if the matter was false, it would have no effect on him.

After all, he was just passing on a message, and he didn't play by himself.

"If that's the case, then find someone on your side and go to the Imperial College!"

He gave the order, and then warned: "There is still the matter of Xinyan. You can also try to arrange a few people to contact this Shen Wendu and find out about his situation, but remember not to reveal your identity!"

"Yes!"

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In the Prince's Mansion, since Sanyang was activated, Zhu Zhanji's daily get off work time has also been advanced a lot.

In various government affairs, he often only needs to listen to the report.

In this way, even the more troublesome government affairs are handled very simply and quickly.

After returning to the Prince's Mansion, Zhu Zhanji first went to see his silly father.

It was found that Zhu Gaochi was practicing sword in the yard, and he had been practicing sword for several days.

Originally, the movements were somewhat unfamiliar, but now they are done in a rigid manner.

Just because of being too obese, the posture seems to be not so standard.

Zhu Zhanji saw that his silly father was serious about practicing, so he didn't bother him, and was thinking about finding his old mother.

But it was discovered by Zhu Gaochi who was practicing sword.

Zhu Gaochi held a sword in one hand, independent on one foot, turned his head to look at Zhu Zhanji and said, "Son, come and see how I'm doing?"

Zhu Gaochi yelled, and Zhu Zhanji stopped obediently when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "You have practiced very well and are very powerful. In a few years, I think you will be able to fight the enemy!"

"You kid, you're talking nonsense!"

Zhu Gaochi gave him a white look, and said with some emotion: "It is impossible for your father to go to the battlefield in his life. I don't like fighting and killing, but your grandfather likes it. But you can't govern the country only by fighting. There are many Everything can only be useful if you work hard on the horse.”

"Father, you have to live to 99, who can say clearly what will happen in the future?"

Zhu Zhanji knew that his stupid father was educating himself, so he laughed and said, "It's not certain that you will like fighting in the future!"

While talking, seeing Zhu Gaochi stop, Zhu Zhanji took the towel from the hand of the maid at the side and handed it to Zhu Gaochi, and said with a smile:
"Father, it's cold, wipe off your sweat first!"

Zhu Gaochi didn't refuse either, took the towel and wiped it, then handed the towel to the maid beside him, and then asked with a smile: "Then tell me, what can make me like fighting?"

Zhu Zhanji thought for a while, and then pointed out: "If I say that there is a kind of grain in other countries that can produce seven or eight thousand catties per mu, but they don't sell it to us, daddy, you said, for the people of Ming Dynasty , is this battle to be fought or not?"

"Eight to eight thousand catties of grain per mu? You're talking nonsense, kid!"

Zhu Gaochi rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and he didn't believe Zhu Zhanji's mouth of seven or eight thousand catties of grain per mu. He just thought it was Zhu Zhanji talking nonsense, and then said without thinking:
"If there is such grain, you tell me, I will go to Datong immediately to find your grandfather, and apply to lead troops to snatch it back!"

Hearing this, Zhu Zhanji shook his head quickly and said: "Let's go, that place is still a little far away, and the road conditions are not clear yet. Let's talk about it after a while, and I will let someone explore the way first!"

"Look, if you say you're fat, you're still panting!"

As Zhu Gaochi was talking, he dragged Zhu Zhanji into the house.

As he walked, he continued:

"Come with me, I have something to ask you!"

Zhu Zhanji glanced at his silly father, and he realized that sometimes, no one would believe the truth.

Most of the trust between people is established by lies.

Seeing that his stupid father didn't believe what he said, Zhu Zhanji shut his mouth wisely.

Pulled by the silly father, he didn't refuse, and walked into the house obediently.

It was only when he entered the house that he realized that his old mother was in the house.

Hu Shanxiang was beside him, and there were two female officials Zhu Zhanji didn't know.

Four people were surrounding the mahjong table that Zhu Zhanji asked to make.

When Mrs. Zhang saw her son, she immediately shouted with a smile, "Son, are you back? Well, ten thousand!"

It's just that she shouted halfway, then immediately turned around and played a card of [-].

When Hu Shanxiang and the others saw Zhu Gaochi, they remembered to salute. Zhu Gaochi waved his hand and let them sit back again, and said with a smile: "Hehe, you continue to play cards with the princess, continue, don't worry about us!"

Hu Shanxiang showed an apologetic smile to Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji waved his hand indifferently, glanced at the table of the four people, and found that only his old mother had a pile of golden beans in front of him, so he gave Hu Shanxiang a thumbs up secretly.

My little daughter-in-law seems to have carried out his orders very well.

He decided that after going back tonight, he had to reward him well.

Mrs. Zhang finished playing cards, kept her eyes on the table, and while arranging the cards, she shouted: "Son, come and see if mother is playing the cards right?"

Recently, Mrs. Zhang has been very happy. Her husband no longer has to worry about state affairs, and his health is getting better day by day.

The son has taken in Hu Shanxiang as his daughter-in-law again, so she doesn't have to worry about life-long affairs every day.

In addition to taking a walk with her husband on weekdays and watching him practice swords, she was accompanied by her daughter-in-law Hu Shanxiang when she was free, and she called two female officials in the palace to play mahjong and talk.

The little days are also very comfortable!

When Zhu Zhanji heard his mother shouting, he hurriedly said, "Mom, Dad has something to do with me!"

Let him watch the game or forget it.

He didn't need to look at it to probably know it. It is estimated that Zhang's playing cards are not very good.

Don't look at the pile of gold beans in front of you, this is what I told Hu Shanxiang to do.

But he couldn't say this kind of thing clearly, otherwise wouldn't it spoil Zhang's interest in winning money?

But let him tell lies or something, he feels like a waste of brain cells!

Mrs. Zhang was very sensible. When she heard that her husband had something to do with her son, she waved her hand casually and said, "Go, go, come and see after your father and son finish talking!"

"Hey!"

Zhu Zhanji quickly agreed.

Who can say what will happen later?
After all, he still has things to do later, doesn't he?
"Come in!"

Zhu Gaochi waited for Zhu Zhanji and Mrs. Zhang to finish talking, and then pulled him directly into the inner room.

After entering the room, Zhu Gaochi asked impatiently:
"Son, how are things going with the newspaper office here?"

"Don't worry, dad, don't you worry about my work?"

Zhu Zhanji sat down on a soft couch, then smiled and said:
"I have asked someone to find a yard in Yingtianfu, built a printing factory, and hired hundreds of craftsmen. Now I am stepping up to make the typefaces. I use very durable copper molds. It may take a few days for these typefaces to be sold out." Make it, and then you can start printing immediately!"

"In addition, there is the location of the newspaper office. I think it will be placed in the Prince's Mansion for now. Anyway, the newspaper office is our own business now, and it is not an official business."

"You can also start collecting some manuscripts now. I'll show you some more at that time. There's no problem. Let's try to publish the first Royal People's Daily in Ming Dynasty."

"This is good, this is good!"

Zhu Gaochi heaved a sigh of relief when he heard his son's words, and then asked again: "By the way, son, dad is also ignorant about newspapers. You can think about the specific content of the newspaper we published for the first time." Did you release something? After all, this is the first release, so don’t be careless!”

Zhu Zhanji heard the words and said without thinking: "We have already agreed on this matter. The newspaper is divided into four sections. The first section publishes imperial policies and state affairs, and the second section publishes local and local affairs. The third section publishes people's livelihood, and the fourth section publishes articles by literati."

Hearing Zhu Zhanji's words, Zhu Gaochi said helplessly: "Of course I know these things, but son, the articles of literati and inkmen are easy to talk about, and my father also knows some people. They have sent me a lot of articles recently. It's easy to say about the policy, it's not difficult, but the local affairs and the people's livelihood are a bit difficult for me!"

"After all, there are too many things in the local area. What should we publish and what should not be published, and we can't favor one over the other. This place publishes, this place does not publish, right? There is also people's livelihood. It is winter now, and the field work is almost done. , there is nothing to write? And it’s the first release, so we have to write something important, right?”

"What's so hard about this?"

Zhu Zhanji paused for a moment and said: "Daily Daily, we have to keep abreast of current events, don't we? Recently, there have been continuous snowstorms in various places. Dad, you can secretly send some people to the places where the snowstorms occurred. Look at the local situation. Officials from all over the country How to deal with these snow disasters, you can even find some refugees, and then ask them about their current living conditions, as well as the disaster relief situation of the court, and ask them how much they understand the current disaster relief policy of the court, and what else they need the court to help. "

"In this way, not only can local officials see the implementation of the imperial court's policies, but the imperial court can also understand the needs of the people."

"Remember to send a few more people there, and then ask people to record all these things according to the facts. After they are brought back, they will be compared one by one. There can be no falsehoods. After confirming that the reports are true, they can be sorted out so that they can be used as the content of the local section. "

"As for people's livelihood, it is even simpler. There are many refugees affected by the disaster. We can write something about snow disaster prevention, such as how to strengthen some houses to make them stronger? How to build them will become more warm. If In the event of a snowstorm, how to save yourself, how to deal with some frostbite and so on."

Zhu Zhanji talked about some general things.

Zhu Gaochi took a pen and wrote all these things down on paper.

Seeing him like this, Zhu Zhanji said: "As for the national policy, there is no need to worry for the time being. I will give you a big melon in a few days!"

"Big melon?"

Zhu Gaochi was a little confused when he heard the new words in Zhu Zhanji's mouth, and subconsciously asked: "What kind of melon is a big melon? Watermelon or winter melon?"

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After Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, he actually knew that he had said something wrong, but seeing his stupid father's confused look, he found it very interesting, so he explained along the lines:

"Uh, big melon, just take it as melons that big guys like to eat together!"

(End of this chapter)