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Chapter 55: The spy must be arrested from the baby
"I am willing! It's just that I don't know how to deal with the matter of becoming a disciple?" Xu Guangqi made the decision without even thinking about it. He was talking about becoming a disciple, but his eyes were fixed on a few booklets, as if he wanted to pounce and bite them. live.

"There is no apprenticeship ceremony. I am the emperor. What I learn comes from heaven, and everyone in the world can learn it. Today is the first lesson, come and see!"

Hong Tao said it calmly, but in fact he knew in his heart that no matter whether there was a apprenticeship ceremony or not, this apprentice could not escape.Properly pretending to be like the ancients can not only make you feel happy, but also show your personality charm, so why not do it.

An hour later, Xu Qiguang came out of the palace with Wang An with questions on his face.His steps were much faster than when he came here, and he wished he could fly out of the palace wall immediately, and go to the coal-producing land in the west of Beijing to build a furnace and start smelting that night.

"Mr. Xu, don't forget this. If outsiders ask why Lord Long Live told you to enter the palace, just take out the drawings and prevaricate. Remember, if you don't keep it secret, you will lose your virginity! Even your close relatives are not allowed to reveal the things that Lord Long Live has entrusted! "

Seeing that he was about to reach Wuying Hall, Wang An suddenly turned around and took out a roll of white paper from his arms, and in the eunuch's unique gloomy voice, he once again reminded him of the confidentiality link.

It's not too new for the emperor to summon a new official to the palace, but it must be a bit new to talk about it for two hours.In order to prevent courtiers from prying around, Hong Tao drew a plan to manage the Sanggan River as a cover.

In addition to being good at calendar and numeracy, Xu Guangqi also had some minor attainments in water conservancy and agriculture, which he could put to good use.Or as the ancients often said, art is not a burden. If you learn more skills, you will not be in trouble. If you don't have enough skills, you will use them one day.

As for whether to repair the Sanggan River, it all depends on the opinions of the cabinet and the Ministry of Industry.If they are willing to cultivate, that's fine. If they don't want to, it doesn't matter.Let them be kind again and play the role of a humble and low-key emperor to the end, making them feel more at ease.

"I sold my dreams for two or three dollars in exchange for three meals a day on the stove. After cooking a pot and chewing on the past, I suddenly thought of the shining youth I once had..." When Wang An returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation At that time, before entering the house, I heard singing coming from the Nuan Pavilion.The lyrics are extremely weird and the tone is unheard of.

But he has gotten used to it. Ever since the new emperor came to the throne, he has been uncharacteristically singing songs when no one is around.Sometimes sad, sometimes passionate, sometimes euphemistic, sometimes melancholy, but regardless of the content, it all marks the fact that the mood is good.

Hong Tao is indeed in a good mood. It has just been a year since he took the throne, and he has not had time to change his reign title, but he has gained a lot.Coking kilns, glass kilns, and watch factories have all expanded in scale and are developing steadily; skilled workers and technicians will soon be able to mass-produce bells, glass wine sets, and tea sets.

The internal security forces and the first batch of new students were also secretly established on the basis of Cuju and the Catholic Church. They will take initial shape in five years and become their minions in ten years.

Then, like a snowball, a batch of young people are pushed every year, who have been brainwashed and have learned basic mathematics, geometry, geography, and accounting. They are also good at queues, have excellent physical fitness, and are proficient in using muskets. They are pushed onto the stage of history.

At that time, he can take off his disguise and reveal his true appearance, and begin to remove all the shortcomings of the Ming Dynasty one by one.It’s okay if you don’t accept it, you can choose to fight one on one or fight in a group.

"Wang An, come in!" But the happiness was only temporary. Hong Tao fell into deep thought again before he finished singing a song.Can industry alone save such a huge country?Anyone who thinks this way is not far from being ruined.No one in history has tried this, and they all failed miserably.

After all, the country still relies on people, and industry is just the icing on the cake based on people.If you want the officials and gentry of the Ming Dynasty to obey, it is not enough to just distribute benefits to them.

As the ancients said, if you want to convince people with reason, you have to use both grace and power.You have to hold a carrot in one hand and a big stick in the other, otherwise no one will listen to your nonsense.Even if the theory is completely correct and is truer than the truth, if it involves personal gain or loss, you can immediately turn your back on the person.

Developing industry is just one piece of the carrot, and agriculture and commerce that will develop in the future are also one piece of the carrot.The profits brought by these industries can not only support the army and government officials, but also satisfy the appetite of the ruling class.But the ancients said again that human greed has no head. No matter how much you feed, you will never be full. Even if you are full now, you will still be hungry the next day, and you will continue to eat more.If there is nothing to eat, they will bite each other. The big fish eats the small fish.

The army can be used as a big stick, but it is too thick and the firepower is too fierce. It can easily hit a large area and smash the country to pieces. The wounds will cause excessive blood loss. If the damage is too great, it will still be a loss.Now Hong Tao needs a small stick, which is specially used to beat a certain person or a few people. Anyone who disobeys will be beaten.

Is there such a small stick?In fact, emperors of all dynasties have tried to use small sticks, such as the court captains of the Qin Dynasty, the embroidered clothes envoys of the Han Dynasty, the school officials of the Three Kingdoms period, the Dians of the Southern Dynasty, the internal guards of the Tang Dynasty, and the emperors of the Song Dynasty. City officials, factory guards in the Ming Dynasty, sticky bars and secret memorials in the Qing Dynasty.

Speaking of which, these agencies were more or less similar to the intelligence and secret service agencies of later generations, but served the emperor alone.With Hong Tao's chicken thief character, he is naturally very loyal to this kind of stuff.

In fact, Jinyiwei and Dongchang were the secret agencies of the Ming Dynasty emperor, including intelligence agents, arresters, and secret prisons.But Hong Tao was very dissatisfied. It was too blatant, too public and too wasteful of money.

If the intelligence and spy organizations are made so high-end, in addition to sounding scary, the efficiency will be very low, the side effects will be very serious, and it will be easy to follow the truth.

He is a chicken thief, but he is quite shameless. He likes to shout a few rules and principles when he has nothing to do. He doesn't want to be pointed at the back and scolds the spy leader. This kind of reputation is not conducive to convincing people with reason.

What to do? He planned to create a secret organization whose existence would be unknown to all but a handful of people.Use this organization to secretly collect intelligence on the inner palace and outer court, grasp trends in advance, and prepare for key strikes against opposition forces.

Moreover, this organization is not wasted. In the future, it can develop abroad and become a military intelligence department to provide accurate information for possible wars.Didn’t the ancients say that only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle?
"Wang Chengen..." So where should we start and who should we use?
The Jinyiwei definitely won't work. The thing Zhu Yuanzhang made is like a sieve, with holes all over it. It is too inefficient to expect it to spy on intelligence, and it will lose all the pants.The East Factory is no good either. After so many years of infiltration, it has been filled with spies from the Outer Court and the Inner Palace, and it will not be cleaned out for a while.

If you want to keep everything close, you must first work hard on personnel, and it is better to lack than to overfill.For example, Wang Chengen, who is just eight years old, is a very pure person. He is loyal to anyone who treats him well. He is very willing to die for his confidants.

And since he is still a child, it is easier to sketch with a blank piece of paper.At the same time, he is a little eunuch, with basically zero options, and he cannot rely on anyone but himself.

"Long live my lord... my servant is here!" Wang Chengen has been in the Yangxin Palace as Changsui for more than a month. Every day, apart from watching the palace maids cleaning the Dongnuan Pavilion where the emperor lives, he follows Wang An with his big eyes open. Nothing happened.

To this day, he still doesn't know which ancestral tomb has smoke rising from it and can be chosen by the emperor.But compared with the life before, it is much more comfortable now.Not only could he have enough food but also be able to eat well, and he could also go to the inner library to study and learn calligraphy. He couldn't imagine a better life.

However, he had an instinctive fear of the emperor, whose eyes always seemed to be dark and unable to see anything.His smile was so sinister, as if he was wearing a human skin mask.

"Come, let me test your homework...hehehehe..."

"Please give me the question!" Look, the weird smile came again. The corners of his mouth clearly didn't move, but half of his face was distorted from the side, and there seemed to be a pupil in the corner of his eye, always staring at him.

(End of this chapter)