I'm only seven years old, Lao Zhu, you let me supervise the country?

Chapter 100 Zhu Yunzhen: Are you trying to trick yourself?Conspiracy!
Zhu Yunxi was in a good mood.

After dealing with Zhu Yunqi's matter, the book was also approved by Lao Zhu.

He is about to supervise the country as the grandson of the emperor and handle state affairs.

From these, we can show our strength and transform the Ming Dynasty in all aspects.

But this good mood did not last long.

Soon, a big blow came!
He also experienced what it means to "cheat your father", oh no, "cheat yourself".

The procedure for officially registering a grandson is very complicated, and the announcement of the crown prince in the court is only a prelude.

Next, there are very complicated rituals, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, the ancestral temple, and the country.

Just standing there listening to the memorial service and continuing to salute, salute, and salute as required, Zhu Yunzhen felt his whole body numb.

Feudal ethics are indeed cannibalistic. Just this set of complex and complicated etiquette can torture people to death.

He is only seven years old, and his small body really cannot bear it.

Finally it was over, and the eunuch took out the imperial edict again.

"I am old and frail, and the affairs of the country are heavy and difficult to bear. I cannot ignore the important affairs of the country, and I cannot stay idle for a long time. I hereby order the emperor's grandson to ascend to the Wenhua Palace with the seal, to be in charge of the common affairs, to provide for the army and to supervise the country. All matters reported by the Secretary shall be resolved by the Emperor Taisun."

Zhu Yunxi took the order and heaved a sigh of relief.

From now on, we will start to monitor the country!

But he never imagined that all this was just the beginning.

When he formally entered the Wenhua Palace and began to deal with government affairs, he was immediately petrified by the mountain of memorials.

"Is this the memorial issued by the officials today?" Zhu Yunxi rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

This fucking split him in half, one person became two people, it's impossible to finish watching it!
Not to mention the review process.

Zhu Yunxuan was very helpless, sat in front of the case, was stunned for a while, then picked up a memorial, and read it.

In any case, there is always work to be done.

But then, his head got bigger.

The memorial is written very elegantly. To put it simply, it is a lot of nonsense and not much business.

But it doesn't stop there.

The most important thing is that there are many rare words in the memorial, and there are no punctuation marks, and the sentences are not separated at all.

Ok.

In his previous life, he had learned traditional Chinese characters because he practiced calligraphy, and his level was not too bad.

Ancient Chinese literature is also covered.

Although he was only seven years old in this life, he was a child of the royal family after all. He started to read and practice calligraphy at the age of three, and he already knew a lot of characters.

After crossing over, combining the memories of the two lives has improved even more.

Reading these memorials is a bit difficult, but I can barely understand them.

But without punctuation marks, the reading speed immediately dropped by more than half.

In fact, punctuation marks existed long ago in ancient times, but they were not commonly used or standardized.

Most of the time, literati prefer to use modal particles such as "Zhihuzheye" to conclude sentences.

Scholars start to learn Chinese and calligraphy, first of all, "reading plain sentences".

That is, to figure out where to break a sentence.

After reading a memorial, Zhu Yunzhen sat there blankly.

who am I?
where am i from?
Where am I going?

He has unconsciously asked the three questions of life.

This memorial makes excellent use of nonsense literature. It can clearly explain things in a few words, but it contains a lot of words.

He looked so tired!
But what can be done?

For this issue, it is said that Lao Zhu also gave repeated orders to his ministers not to write memorials like this, to talk about things when they have something to say, and not to talk nonsense.

But these scholars don't listen!
For this reason, Lao Zhu did not hesitate to write an edict in vernacular to let them understand how to speak correctly.

But it's still useless.

The nonsense in the memorial still hasn't diminished.

In the end, even Lao Zhu lamented that he had no choice but to suffer and spend more time reading the memorial.

After all, these scholars are still left to govern the world.

You can't use illiterate people who don't know how to read, right?

They can't write memorials either!
Old Zhu can't solve the problem, he has just supervised the administration of the country, so what can he do?
Originally, he was ambitious, thinking about setting up a military school, compiling the "Hongwu Dadian", writing a book to pass on to the world, and opening up modern civilization.

Countless ideas, countless grand blueprints, were ruthlessly snuffed out at this moment.

Now it seems that even after reviewing the memorial, it is an impossible task.

Let alone doing other things.

numb.

Really numb.

I am still a seven-year-old child, I still want to enjoy a good life!

This is simply too heavy for me to bear.

This time, Zhu Yunzhen really wanted to cry without tears.

This is why 996 can't finish watching!
Capitalists are not so ruthless!
Not to mention he is still a "child laborer".

Zhu Yunzhen reluctantly picked up the second memorial.

What should I do if I can't finish reading?
It seems that there is really no way.

I can only see a little, and count a little.

Just then, another official from the General Administration Department came in.

"Your Highness, this is the newly delivered memorial."

Zhu Yunxuan looked up and saw that the official was holding a thick stack of memorials, about as thick as a foot.

Snapped!
The pen in his hand fell to the ground.

At this moment, he really even wanted to die.

Is this the grandson of the Ming emperor?

Is this supervision of the country’s governance?

Submerged in the memorial, buried in the text!

Where is my wonderful life?
What about my rest time?
What about my culture and entertainment?
Zhu Yunxi asked tremblingly, "Did Grandpa Huang review so many memorials every day?"

He couldn't believe it.

Is Lao Zhu a robot?
Don't you need to rest?

How did he finish reading so many memorials?
How could he still have time to chat with his grandson?
"Your Majesty has always been diligent in political affairs, and it is only when he is with His Highness the Grand Sun that he rarely relaxes."

"After His Majesty the Grand Sun leaves, His Majesty will spend more time reviewing memorials, and he will not rest until late at night every day."

"The memorials that His Majesty reviews every day range from two hundred to five or six hundred."

This……

Zhu Yunxi didn't know whether to admire her or complain about it.

Others become emperors for enjoyment, but does Lao Zhu become emperor for the sake of being a model worker?

what should I do?
Reviewing hundreds of memorials a day, what kind of workload is this?

No model worker can compare!
Moreover, with Zhu Yunzhen's reading speed, even if he didn't eat, sleep or rest, and read non-stop, it would be impossible to read hundreds of memorials in one day!
Not to mention the need to review, think about, and put forward opinions on how to deal with it.

Unexpectedly, another official from the General Administration Department came in at this time.

"His Royal Highness, a new memorial has been handed over."

In his hand, he also held a stack of thick memorials.

Zhu Yunxi froze there.

wrong.

Suddenly there was lightning and thunder in his mind.

"How many memorials were submitted today?"

he asked.

"Reporting to the Emperor's Grandson, there are a lot of memorials today. More than [-] memorials were delivered early in the morning. Adding in the new ones, the total number of memorials has reached more than a thousand. There may be new memorials coming later."

Zhu Yunxuan's expression changed slightly, and he asked again: "Has there ever been so many memorials in one day before?"

The official of the General Administration Department thought for a while, and said: "I have been in the General Administration Department for more than ten years. Generally, the number of memorials per day is about two hundred, and occasionally there will be more. But at most, it is only three or four hundred. There are more than a thousand memorials in the day, which is really unprecedented."

When Zhu Yunxi heard this, how could he not understand.

This must be the group of civil servants playing tricks on purpose.

They were extremely dissatisfied with the appointment of themselves as the emperor's grandson.

But because they asked for it themselves, they lifted a rock and shot themselves in the foot, so they couldn't object publicly, so they could only use this kind of insidious method.

They are deliberately desperately presenting the memorial, trying to drown it with the memorial.

Many officials have their own staff, and it is easy and effortless to write memorials.

If he can't handle it, then they can take the opportunity to say that the grandson is incapable of supervising the country and governing the country, and he can't even finish reviewing the memorials. How will he inherit the great rule and govern the world in the future?

If he is already the emperor, this is of course no problem.

If you can't finish it, you can't finish it.

In the Ming Dynasty, most of the later emperors didn't even read the memorials.

Pick only the important ones and look at them occasionally.

Most of the memorials were directly drafted by the cabinet, and approved by the Supervisor of Ceremonies.

The emperor was not blind at all, and his small life was extremely comfortable.

The government works in the same way.

But he can't.

He is still just the crown prince.

Not the emperor.

Lao Zhu is a model worker, and the memorial must be dealt with, and political affairs must not be delayed.

Otherwise, there would be no way to communicate with Lao Zhu.

What should I do?

For a while, I really couldn't think of a way.

This is conspiracy.

But there was nothing he could do.

Perhaps, the only option is to "surrender"?
Great Confucians please help?
In order to defuse their offensive.

Zhu Yunzhen thought in his mind, but quickly rejected the idea.

No, these people must not be allowed to succeed in their schemes.

What's more, these people have already "carried" him.

Even if he admits defeat, the opponent may not "retreat".

Zhu Yunxun's thoughts were racing, and gradually, a bold idea came to his mind.

(End of this chapter)