Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 938 The World Is Peaceful (Part [-])
After walking out of the garden, Zhao Wen came to the imperial study to deal with political affairs.

Zhao Mingyu stayed in the Senate and presided over the meeting.

Zhao Wen casually picked up a memorial and began to review it.

This memorial was sent by an official of the Senate, Zhao Wen opened the memorial and read it.

The content of the memorial is about the occupied land, which is similar to what Zhao Wen said.

The policy of the memorial for the rule of those overseas places is similar to what Zhao Wen thought, ruling the West in terms of culture and humanities.

Moreover, the content of this memorial is even more unique than what Zhao Wen said.

The memorial stated that the surnames of all the people in those overseas places should be changed.

Change all the vulgar names in the West according to the surnames in the Mainland, and change all the names of those Westerners according to the customs in the Mainland.

I have to say, this method is absolutely perfect.

Not only cut off their culture, but also changed their ancestors.

Looking at the contents of the memorial, the corners of Zhao Wen's mouth rose slightly.

"What a good idea, this method is good, I have never thought of this method before!" Zhao Wen wrote down this method.

When putting down the memorial, Zhao Wen looked at who wrote the memorial.

People like this will be of great use in the future.

Half a month later, the Senate and the Military Academy finally formulated specific policies.

Zhao Mingyu took the formulated policy to the imperial study.

There are so many policies formulated that are as thick as a book.

Zhao Wen sat on a chair, opened the booklet, and looked at it carefully.

Zhao Mingyu stood in front of Zhao Wen, standing respectfully.

Zhao Wen read it very carefully. It took almost half an hour to read and only read a dozen pages.

"not bad!"

Zhao Wen put down the booklet in his hand and rubbed his brow.

Zhao Mingyu let out a sigh of relief when he heard the words.

"Your younger brothers and sisters are not young anymore, and they will be retired in a few years!"

Zhao Wen suddenly said such a sentence for no reason!

When Zhao Wen said this, his face was full of embarrassment and reluctance, but despite the reluctance, let them go.

This was decided by Zhao Wen a long time ago, and when these children of Zhao Wen grow up, they will basically have to live in feudal lords.

For daughters, there is no need to go to the clan, but boys must go to the clan, except for the prince.

Zhao Wen has many sons, but people are more ruthless than grass and trees. After this time, who knows how many times we will see each other again in the future. No matter who puts this matter on, it is difficult to accept, let alone It's Zhao Wen.

Zhao Mingyu looked at Zhao Wen's appearance and fell silent.

Unlike the other princes, Zhao Mingyu had a very good relationship with his brothers and sisters. They grew up together, and the suddenness was so far apart. For a while, it was really unacceptable.

"Father, do I have to do this?" Zhao Mingyu summoned up his courage and asked.

"You are still young, you don't know!" Zhao Wen stood up and walked to the door of the imperial study.

He looked at the sun in the sky and said: "This world is not as simple as you think. In a world that looks calm, the storm below is unpredictable.

Now our power looks unstoppable, but who knows what will happen in the future?This is a world where the weak prey on the strong. If you don't prepare in advance, how can you make a comeback when the day when the building will collapse really comes? "

Zhao Wen stared at the sun in the sky, lost in thought.

Sometimes, Zhao Wen didn't even know what he was worried about.

It stands to reason that with Zhao Wen's current strength, even if he stops now and does not develop, other countries may not be able to catch up in 100 years.

However, even if the gap is so large, Zhao Wen still feels a little uneasy.

"Okay, you step back. Let's follow the policy!" Zhao Wen turned around and said to Zhao Mingyu.

Zhao Mingyu nodded, and left the imperial study with the booklet on the table.

When the policies formulated were implemented, bloody storms broke out in the Western world again.

No one is willing to change their name, no one is willing to deviate from their ancestors, no one is willing to change their living habits, and no one is willing to learn a language that is not their own.

However, their dissatisfaction was in vain.

When the swords and guns were on their heads, they also had to bow their heads.

If you dare to resist, you will die.

When the policy of burning books and burying Confucianism was implemented, those soldiers Zhao Wen left in the west started a city-wide raid.

Those libraries, personal collections, royal collections, etc. in the Western world were all destroyed one by one.

Their books, whatever they were, were reduced to ashes.

Such a policy has aroused the resistance of those Western scholars, but their resistance is ridiculous.

In the shit-stirring Cambridge University, a dozen gray-haired scholars stood in front of the library.

In front of them was a group of fifty soldiers holding 56 punches.

The scholar looked at the black muzzles of the guns in the hands of these soldiers, and his eyes were full of death.

"Leave, or shoot and kill!"

The officer spoke fluent English and shouted loudly at the scholars in front of him.

However, the scholars in front of them still didn't say anything, they just looked at the soldiers in front of them quietly.

"It's really a toast, don't eat fine wine, court death!" The officer's eyes were full of fierce light, he drew out the waist knife at his waist, pointed forward, and shouted: "Kill me!"

With one order, gunshots rang out like forests!

These scholars fell to the ground one by one, blood staining the ground red.

"Rush up and burn the library!"

The officer led the soldiers and rushed towards the library.

Moments later, the library was on fire.

These soldiers left here after watching the library turn into ruins.

Such scenes keep appearing in the territory of the shit-stirring stick, not just the shit-stirring stick, but no country in the whole West can escape.

The flames and killings continued in the West for many years, and in the end, all kinds of ancient books in the West were basically exhausted.

As long as there are words on it, no matter what it is, it will be completely burned.

The shit stirrer is ruined, the whole West is ruined.

Zhao Wen single-handedly wiped out the renaissance that was so hard-won.

In order to assimilate them culturally, Zhao Wen built a large number of schools here.

These schools are dedicated to instilling Chinese characters into Westerners. As for higher knowledge, they have no access to it at all.

When they were studying, they were also required to swear an oath, swearing that they could only be loyal to Zhao Wen and the royal family in this life.

Such schools are like mushrooms springing up in the West.

Two years later, the number of such schools in the Western world has increased countless times.

In the 14th year of Qiyuan, just two years after the war, the scars in the west seem to have gradually recovered.

There is a primary school in Lincolnshire, England, which was developed according to the specifications of the mainland.

The teachers in the class are all transferred from China, and the courses taught in the school are mainly Chinese characters.

The school is not very big, after all, there are not many students here.

In a classroom, a boy in his early ten years was sitting by the window, staring blankly out of the window.

This class is a Chinese class, and the teacher is a middle-aged man in his 40s.

The middle-aged man held a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" in his hand, shaking his head while reading.

Every time a sentence is read, the following students will follow along.

However, the boy turned a deaf ear to the sound of reading.

The boy was wearing a T-shirt, which was their school uniform.

"Newton! What are you doing?"

The teacher noticed the boy, and the scolding sounded immediately.

This boy is none other than the famous Newton in history.

At this time, his face was full of sorrow.

"Don't listen to the class well, what are you watching?" The teacher walked down, and the students in the classroom all looked at Newton, wanting to see Newton's jokes.

Newton quickly retracted his gaze and lowered his head to read the book.

"Jingle Bell!"

At this time, the get out of class bell rang.

The teacher waved his hand and said, "Others leave school, Newton stays!"

The students in the classroom dispersed in a rush.

When everyone left, the teacher looked at Newton and asked, "What were you doing just now?"

"Nothing!" Newton spoke in relatively poor Chinese.

"Nothing? Nothing wrong to listen carefully?" The teacher frowned, his face turned cold.

Newton lowered his head and stood behind the teacher, "Teacher, I was wrong, and I dare not do this in the future!"

"Correction is a good child when you know your mistakes. Your mother raised you alone, and it took a lot of hard work. You have to study hard. If you study well, you may be able to go to Huaxia in the future, and you may still be able to go to China." Huaxia is going to college!" the teacher said earnestly.

Newton's eyes lit up, and he looked at the teacher, "Is this true? Can I really go in the future?"

Newton's young age, coupled with the quick end of the war and the indoctrination of the past few years, has changed Newton's mind.

The teachers at the school described Huaxia as the best place in the world, which has been deeply imprinted in Newton's heart after instilling in the past few years.

Newton is a single-parent child, and his family is very poor. Coupled with the wars in the past few years, the family is already too poor to let go of the pot.

Now his mother is also sick, which makes the young Newton very depressed.

"If you study well, I can apply for a scholarship for you, which will probably solve your family's difficulties!" the teacher said.

The teacher also has some understanding of Newton's family environment.

"Thank you teacher!"

Following the Confucian culture, Newton saluted his teacher respectfully.

Seeing Newton like this, the teacher stroked the beard on his chin and laughed.

In the blink of an eye, it was the 16th year of Qiyuan, and among Zhao Wen's sons, those who were born first had reached the age of becoming a vassal.

Before becoming a fan, Zhao Wen held a wedding for them.

These are all Zhao Wen's children, and it is impossible for Zhao Wen to let them live without getting married.

On the sixth day of August in the 16th year of Qiyuan, Zhao Wen came to Tianjin Port.

At this time, colorful flags are densely covered in Tianjin Port, and dragon flags are waving.

Zhao Wen was standing on the port, behind him were Li Xiaoying, Hai Lanzhu and other harem concubines, and in front of him was his son who was going to Jiufan this time.

Among them, Zhao Wen's second son, Zhao Mingjing, stood at the front.

At this time, Zhao Mingjing was already a handsome young man, in his prime, with red lips and white teeth.

Standing behind him was a girl younger than him, who was his new wife.

"The road is high and the water is long, so you have to take good care of yourself. After you go there, you have to take care of yourself and treat the people below well.

……

After a while, I plan to put the laying of submarine cables on the agenda.At that time, even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can talk at any time.

......"

Zhao Wen was a bit of a mother-in-law, talking non-stop.

"If you have a baby, you must come back and let me see!

Back then you were not as tall as my calf, but now you are taller than me, that's great!

When you were young, you are really worrying. In the blink of an eye, you are so old, and I am already old! "

People talk a lot about parting, and Zhao Wen looked at his son, and he couldn't finish what he said.

Hai Lanzhu, who was standing behind Zhao Wen, was already crying. This is her son. She knew that this day would come sooner or later, but she still couldn't accept it when it came suddenly.

"Father, don't worry. Father Tiger has no sons, and I will never disgrace you.

After going there, I will definitely work hard like my father!
Father, I have gone to a high mountain and a long river, so I will not be able to be filial in front of him in the future. Father, mother, you have to take care! "

Zhao Mingjing, who had been smiling all the time before, finally couldn't hold back anymore. He knelt in front of Zhao Wen and kowtowed to Zhao Wen and Hai Lanzhu behind Zhao Wen.

Tears flowed from Zhao Mingjing's eyes, and he couldn't cry anymore.

"Father, mother, take care! The baby is gone!" Zhao Mingjing stood up, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Boy, when you arrive, you must send a letter back!" Hai Lanzhu shouted at Zhao Mingjing.

Zhao Mingjing nodded heavily.

Half an hour later, after Zhao Wen and Zhao Wen's concubine hugged their children, they were sent to board the ship heading overseas.

In the setting sun, the ship gradually went away.

This trip, they shoulder the responsibility of blooming the world.

Zhao Wen stood on the port of Tianjin, watching the fleet gradually disappear at the end of the sea.

Zhao Mingjing stood on the deck of the ship and waved towards the port until it got dark.

Zhao Mingjing stood on the deck, followed the lights on the deck, and took out an iron box from his arms.

Open the box, inside is a box full of loess.

Zhao Mingjing's wife stood behind Zhao Mingjing, with her arms tightly around Zhao Mingjing's waist.

"Husband, I'm homesick!"

"I'm homesick too!"

……

As the moon sets and the sun rises, everything seems to have returned to calm.

Zhao Wen sat in the imperial study, reviewing the memorial.

Hai Lanzhu suddenly ran in in a daze.

"Do you think Jing'er has arrived? Why is my heart in a panic all the time?"

Before Zhao Wen could ask, Hai Lanzhu asked.

"He went to America, and he only left for three or four days, how could it be so fast!" Zhao Wen put down the memorial in his hand and said.

"How could it be? It's only been three or four days. How can I feel that he's been gone for a long time!" Hai Lanzhu looked devastated.

After Zhao Mingjing left, Hai Lanzhu came to Zhao Wen almost every day to ask Zhao Wen about Zhao Mingjing.

"Jing'er's ability is no worse than his elder brother, don't worry, nothing will happen!" Zhao Wen stood up, came to Hai Lanzhu, and comforted him.

Except for Zhao Mingjing, there were three or four who went out together.

The main destination of these people is the Americas. As for other places, it will wait until Zhao Wen's remaining son becomes an adult!

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