Daming: I'm rotten, my father is Hu Weiyong

Zhu Yuanzhang saw that some scholars finally refused to join forces, so he became interested, and sat in the official hat chair and did not leave.

Gao Xun knew who the person he was going to criticize was, and also knew the consequences of doing so, but he still had no hesitation: "Isn't Gao what he said right!"

"You civil officials in eastern Zhejiang, it's fine if you control the officialdom, and you also control the imperial examinations."

"You look like you are serving the country and the people all day long. Look at what you are doing. You are cursing your mother and touching the girl."

"Well said!" Zhu Yuanzhang had long seen that these Jiangnan scholars were not pleasing to the eye, and also had a premonition of a certain crisis.

Since the imperial examination in the early years of Hongwu, the number of scholars in Jiangnan who passed the imperial examination has increased day by day.

From [-]% in the early years of Hongwu, to [-]% now.

If it continues like this, there will only be scholars from the south of the Yangtze River in the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty, and there will no longer be a seat for scholars from the north and southwestern scholars.

Zhu Yuanzhang now needs the civil servants of eastern Zhejiang to fight against the nobles of Huaixi, and he has no time to deal with the scholars in eastern Zhejiang.

Unexpectedly, such a poor scholar would say many things that the officials of the six ministries would not dare to say.

A shabby-dressed scholar from a poor family has more backbone than the officials of the Sixth Ministry, unlike those officials who are dissatisfied in their hearts, but always swallow their anger and be a little daughter-in-law.

Fang Xiaoru originally wanted to ruin Gao Xun's official career, lest a random scholar would dare to contradict him in the future.

Speaking of this, it is no longer as simple as slandering Fang Xiaoru, but slandering the bureaucrats and gentry in the entire Jiangnan.

"Shut up, what qualifications do you have to say such things as a young man?"

"It's ridiculous. I waited for Jiangnan scholars to pass the imperial examination based on their ability. How come it becomes a control of the examination room."

"It's because you northern scholars are useless and have no talent and learning, so that you can't pass the imperial examination."

Scholars from the south of the Yangtze River, such as Zhedong Examination Hall and Jiangxi Examination Hall, began to scold Gao Xun.

Faced with so many powerful and powerful scholars attacking him at the same time, Gao Xun was not so frightened that he couldn't even speak like ordinary scholars.

Gao Xun's waist was even straighter, without the slightest fear: "Talent and learning? You have the face to say the word talent and learning, if it weren't for you bureaucrats and gentry in the south of the Yangtze River who control various collections of classics and history, and refuse to spread the theory of saints."

"Selfishness is in my hands. I wait for scholars in the north without even a chance to read it. How can I pass the imperial examination?"

Zhu Yuanzhang saw what Gao Xun said a long time ago. Saints pay attention to one education, and the officials in the south of the Yangtze River fully embody the four words of selfishness and self-interest in order to control the examination room.

As the emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang was still helpless. It was impossible for him to kill all the bureaucrats and gentry in the south of the Yangtze River and take away the subset of classics and history that they regarded as their lifeblood.

Apart from killing all the bureaucrats and gentry in Jiangnan, there is absolutely no second way to take away all the subsets of classics and history.

Because of Gao Xun's words, Fang Xiaoru couldn't help but think highly of him: "It seems that you still have some insight."

"Could it be blamed on me and other Jiangnan scholars? It is because of the shadow of our ancestors that we have so many subsets of classics and history passed down from generation to generation."

Gao Xun didn't want to say anything more when he said this, talking to these Jiangnan scholars who are good at showing off their tongues is just a waste of time and increasing troubles.

Gao Xun ignored Fang Xiaoru, who was as gentle as a jade gentleman, got up and left the small vanity fair of Jiaofangsi.

He packed his luggage overnight and was going to Jing County to look for Hu Hanshan.

Only Hu Hanshan, who has been insulted and attacked by scholars in eastern Zhejiang, can join Gao Xun in the same way.

Zhu Yuanzhang got the real situation he wanted, and there was another bigger gain, seeing Fang Xiaoru's true face clearly.

On the way back to the palace, Zhu Yuanzhang said to the only person next to him: "If we are an emperor who can only sit on the dragon chair, we are really deceived by these officials from eastern Zhejiang."

"Since Fang Xiaoru formally worshiped Song Lian as his mentor, he has entered the officialdom in a serious way. He has been advocating him all day long, almost calling him a talent like Zhuge Kongming."

"We originally thought of leaving this talent to the prince, but now it seems that he is nothing more than a piece of shit in governing the country."

What Zhu Yuanzhang is best at is making the best use of everything. Fang Xiaoru is not good at governing the country, so it is difficult to delegate important tasks.

However, he can be pushed to the front of the stage and wait until the right time to create a second Hu Weiyong for the next generation of emperors.

When Gao Xun came to Jing County, he soon found Hu Hanshan who was personally supervising the distribution of bran under the guidance of the General Administration Department.

This flamboyant and talented man, who was always missed by the officials and ladies in Jinling, had a tired face, and his lips were a little chapped.

As a scholar from a poor family, Gao Xun knew why Hu Hanshan became like this. It must be because he worked hard to participate in disaster relief.

Hu Hanshan has been exhausted for the past two days. He is a disaster victim when he opens his eyes, and he is also a disaster victim when he closes his eyes and dreams.

It had been many days since he had a good night's sleep, and he was just about to close his eyes and rest for a while, when he heard that a man named Gao Xun came to him.

Hu Hanshan suppressed his drowsiness, and asked Gao Xun to be called over by the inspector of the General Administration Department: "You are Gao Xun."

Without saying a word, Gao Xun directly took the ladle used to distribute the bran from Hu Hanshan's hand, and distributed the bran to the victims for him.

Hu Hanshan learned the details of Gao Xun from the school inspector, and also saw that he was not at all like a scholar in eastern Zhejiang who would only moan without illness, so he was sure that Gao Xun was a follower who was recorded in history like Zhang Youwen.

Gao Xun's arrival was really a surprise to Hu Hanshan, and he had a peaceful sleep.

When Hu Hanshan thought about coming again, it was already dark, Gao Xun sat on the ground with a tired face and waited for him to wake up.

Hu Hanshan greeted Gao Xun, and squatted at the door of the warehouse together, eating the bran that was distributed to the victims: "You are a pretty good person."

"The horse in this county is not a person who beats around the bush. If you have something to say, let me tell you clearly. I have a crush on you."

"How about it, are you interested in being a teacher for the county horse?"

Gao Xun never dragged his feet when doing things, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, stood up and bowed solemnly: "Student, I greet the proprietor."

Hu Hanshan never expected that Gao Xun would be his master with just one sentence.

Some time ago, it took a lot of effort to convince Zhang Youwen.

Hu Hanshan couldn't help but asked curiously: "How could Mr. Gao agree so happily?"

"The county horse knows that Mr. Gao is not a person who is a follower of power, isn't he afraid that others will say that you want to get promoted and make a fortune in order to flatter the young prime minister?"