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

Chapter 48 What a coincidence?I'm just watching the show!

Zhu Yunxi turned his head to look, but saw that the person who spoke was a tall man with a height of nearly two meters, very burly, with sharp corners.

The height of people in this era is generally slightly shorter than that of later generations.

A man of this height stands out among the crowd.

And beside him, there was a little girl about eleven or twelve years old, with a pretty face, a goose-fat nose, and bright and clear eyes rolling, with a bit of liveliness in her solemnity.

What made him feel strange was that the little girl was carrying a very long and wide object on her back.

It formed a sharp contrast with her figure that had not yet grown taller, but I didn't know what it was.

The eyes of both of them obviously swept over him, and then quickly shifted away, pretending not to care.

But Zhu Yunxi suddenly had an idea in his heart.

These two people may know themselves.

He couldn't remember where he had seen it anyway.

However, the original person has participated in royal ceremonies many times before, and the children of the officials' families will accompany them.

If the man was an official of Ming Dynasty and the little girl was a family member, it would not be surprising to have seen him. Naturally, it was impossible for him to notice everyone in the audience.

The Confucian scholar was drunk by the burly man, and his face immediately turned pale. He could not accept the charge of "evaluating the emperor's grandson at will", and quickly argued: "I didn't mean to belittle His Highness the Fourth Emperor. His Highness is the son of a dragon. Sun, it is reasonable to surpass ordinary people, but it is just a bit exaggerated to be like an adult at the age of seven."

"Most of the people present have children at home, so they should understand this truth."

The Confucian scholars at the same table nodded.

"That's right, His Royal Highness the Fourth Emperor is smart, we naturally believe it, but some people flatter and exaggerate, which will damage the reputation of His Royal Highness the Fourth Emperor, we should set the record straight."

This remark was righteous and awe-inspiring, occupying the moral high ground, and others echoed it.

"It makes sense. I heard the poem of His Royal Highness the Fourth Emperor's Sun from an unknown monk, and it was not written by him."

Some people also retorted: "I heard that it was just a joke made by His Royal Highness the Fourth Emperor. He wrote a good sentence yesterday, "The most difficult thing to keep in the world, Zhu Yan Ci Jinghua Ci Shu", which is my first in Ming Dynasty. Poetry is correct."

This sentence made many people quiet down.

The incident happened yesterday, and the news had not reached everyone's ears, so they were surprised and shocked when they heard it suddenly.

They are all Confucian scholars, chewing these two poems carefully, they naturally know that the artistic conception is lofty and the words are clever.

Not to mention a seven-year-old child, even if a certain literati in Ming Dynasty wrote such a poem, it would be passed down and recited by countless literati and refined scholars, making it a good story.

There was a moment of silence in the restaurant.

"Even if he is very talented in poetry, it doesn't mean he can participate in important political affairs!" Someone said softly.

They are all very well-to-do, and the increase of business tax is to collect their money, so naturally they are extremely opposed.

"He can't participate, so can you? Dare I ask what you can do?" the burly man asked in a deep voice.

"You think that raising business taxes is to compete for the interests of the people, but you don't see the benefits."

"This dynasty's light business tax is for the convenience of the people, so as to exchange what's needed."

"But the status of merchants is low, and the court tax is insufficient, so the land tax can only be increased."

"After the commercial tax is increased, the national treasury will be full. The land tax may be lowered, or at least remain unchanged, so that it will not be levied again due to the imperial court's affairs."

"Businessmen get a tax certificate and their status improves. Even if the tax is heavier, they are very happy."

"When there are more people doing business and competition increases, profits will drop, and prices will naturally decrease."

"The imperial court collected more money, and the merchants raised their status. The prices of miscellaneous goods from the south and the north were lowered due to competition, and the burden on the people was reduced."

"It's all about profit, why not do it?"

The burly man's voice was loud, like a bell, it shook people's eardrums.

Zhu Yunxuan couldn't help admiring this man, he didn't expect this rough man to have such knowledge, surpassing many court ministers.

Everyone was speechless by what he said, and the building fell silent again.

Just then, someone came in from outside.

"Mr. Fang is here. Mr. Fang often goes in and out of the emperor's mansion, so he should know the inside story. Why don't you ask him to talk about it?"

The crowd in the building suddenly surged.

Zhu Yunxuan's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't expect to meet Fang Xiaoru here.

Shouldn't he leave Beijing for Hanzhong today?
Just out of town?

Is it really such a coincidence?

Zhu Yunxi didn't want to recognize him, so he immediately winked at the guard, and his figure slipped behind the guard, so that Fang Xiaoru couldn't see him.

At this time, the crowd gathered in the restaurant, and Fang Xiaoru was busy greeting everyone, so naturally he would not notice him.

Fang Xiaoru's prestige among scholars was very high, and the Confucian scholars in Jixian Tower were busy paying respects to him, and someone immediately asked about the four emperors' grandsons' poetic talents.

"That day when I was in the mansion, I heard with my own ears the grandson of the Four Emperors that the song "The Talented Men Come from Every Generation" was heard from a monk."

"Although the four emperors' grandsons are intelligent, they are not able to export poems at the age of seven."

"It should be noted that Cao Zijian is one of the most talented people in the world. When he wrote the seven-step poem, he was already nearly thirty years old."

"If someone can recite such a masterpiece at the age of seven in a matter of seconds, all the books we, the scholars, have read in this life will be in vain."

"Your Majesty pressed hard, and His Royal Highness was in a hurry, so he used the poem he heard from the unknown monk to excuse himself."

“It’s ridiculous that people in the world don’t argue the truth, spread lies, or flatter others.”

These words immediately attracted a lot of approval.

Even a great talent like Jia Dao once said, "Two sentences are learned in three years, and one chanting brings tears to the eyes."

Only scholars know how difficult it is to write truly brilliant poems.

The so-called impromptu poetry recitation is actually mostly based on drafts that have been deliberated over for a long time.

Moreover, there are tens of thousands of poems in the world, and there are actually not many that can be called masterpieces.

If His Royal Highness the Four Emperors, a seven-year-old child, can write such a beautiful sentence in less than half a stick of incense, these people are really dozens of years old, and they have all lived on dogs.

Everyone looked at the tall and burly man with contempt.

This person is a vulgar person at first glance, how can he know about scholars, Xia Chong is speechless.

"Then how did Mr. Fang comment on the two sentences of His Royal Highness the Fourth Emperor's Grandson, "The most difficult thing to keep in the world, the beauty of beauty and the flower of the tree"?"

Someone in the crowd asked dissatisfied.

"Well..." Fang Xiaoru stroked his beard, and said, "His Majesty the Fourth Emperor's grandson wrote a poem, and His Majesty has already issued a residence report to inform the whole country."

"If it is confirmed at this time that the person who wrote the poem is not His Highness the Fourth Emperor's Grandson, then what will His Majesty's face be?"

"There are countless people who can write poems in the court. It is not difficult for His Majesty to ask someone to do it well, and then let His Highness the Fourth Emperor and Grandson read it out."

This is the theory of killing the heart.

But when everyone heard this, they all felt that they were suddenly enlightened, and they suddenly realized it, and they took it for granted.

"What Mr. Fang said is the most reasonable."

They all spoke in agreement.

"In my opinion, the idea of ​​raising the commercial tax may not necessarily come from His Royal Highness the Fourth Emperor."

"It is very possible that there are treacherous ministers in the court who pretended to be His Royal Highness the Four Emperors and grandsons, and did such a thing that angers people."

someone said loudly.

"It makes sense. His Royal Highness the Fourth Emperor is only a seven-year-old child. It is inevitable that he will be used by others. I only wish to know who the treacherous official is. If we can find out, everyone will not let him off easily."

"Yes, I think the double-entry accounting method is very complicated. Even adults need some time to slowly understand how a seven-year-old child can figure it out."

"No matter how complicated the accounting method is, it is also a technique, not a way. The words of a sage are the foundation of governing the country."

After saying this, the people in Jixian Tower immediately became angry.

The grandsons of the four emperors are the nobles of Tianhuang, except for some bold people, others dare not speak casually.

Lao Zhu's knife is very sharp.

But when it comes to the treacherous ministers around His Highness the Four Emperors, then there is no scruples.

All of a sudden, foam was flying, and all kinds of unbearable words were stirred up.

Fortunately, they didn't know who the treacherous officials behind His Royal Highness the Four Emperors were.

Otherwise, just the smoky stars can drown people to death.

"Aspiration does not depend on age. It would be too arbitrary for you to conclude that His Royal Highness the Fourth Emperor does not have world-shattering talents based on his age alone."

When everyone was furious, the little girl beside the burly man spoke.

The sound is clear and crisp, like an oriole.

"Where did the girl come from? Don't interrupt me in matters of adults." Someone immediately taught her a lesson.

Someone else said: "Could it be that you, a girl, think that you have a talent that surpasses the world, and that you can overwhelm all the scholars in the world?"

In Jixian Tower, everyone burst into laughter.

"Yes, yes, if you have a talent far beyond that of an adult, you can come out and prove it. I will make you famous in Jinling City."

"You say that others can write amazing works at the age of seven, and you think we are wrong. Seeing that you are eleven or twelve years old, can you do it? If you can't, how can you say that I am wrong? "

……

Hearing the doubts and ridicules in the building one after another, the little girl's pretty face turned slightly frosty.

"Of course I can't do it." She admitted openly.

"It just so happens that there is a seven-year-old young master in the building today."

The little girl pointed at Zhu Yunxi who was hiding behind the guards, and said, "I think this young master has amazing talents, and he is only seven or eight years old. Why don't you ask him for advice?"

In an instant, the eyes of everyone in the building moved to Zhu Yunxi.

Zhu Yunxi only felt his scalp go numb for a while.

What is this?

He was obviously just watching the show, but he actually saw himself?

……

(End of this chapter)