I open a history tutorial class in Daming

Chapter 137: Hard work is in vain

Except for the Zhu family, no one else has time to chat.

Under normal circumstances, if there was a newcomer, or one with the latest year of study, everyone would definitely ask him questions non-stop. But now it is different. Everyone has worked hard and spent so much energy for this exam, and it is also related to the fate of the country. If you answer the questions well, you may get some great reward. Naturally, everyone’s attention is on this.

What's more, now that the weekend is over, we can see each other every day. If there is anything, we can just put it off until tomorrow. Why rush it now?
Everyone stared at the test papers they brought in in a daze, and the classroom suddenly became silent.

It was not until the class bell rang and Song Shen opened the door and came in that they all raised their heads and saluted Song Shen.

Song Shen was startled by this strange scene:
"What are you doing?"

Zhu Biao took the initiative to stand up and explained:

"We all take this exam very seriously and have worked hard for it these past few days. We hope you can answer our questions. Even if there are mistakes or omissions in the test paper and we cannot get a good score, please explain it to us."

It turned out to be because of this...

Song Shen pondered it for a moment, and thought that they were actually all continuing their duties in the virtual world, so of course they would care about this exam.

After all, the test is not about ordinary questions, but about the national policy of one's own dynasty.

Normal normal.

After thinking for a while, Song Shen scanned the entire room and finally set his eyes on the two people he hated to see the most in the classroom.

"Li Longji, Zhu Qizhen, have you answered the questions?"

The former didn't react much, but the latter reacted very quickly. She jumped up and down with excitement, her face flushed and her neck thick, and she kept waving her test paper in her hand:
"Sir, I answered the questions carefully! Look, they are all filled in!"

Indeed, the piece of fine rice paper in his hand, which was half a person's height when unfolded, was filled with ink, and it was obvious that it was written with a long article.

Song Shen: ...

Well, now he finally understands what kind of person Zhu Qizhen is.

This guy, to some extent, is really hardworking. As an emperor who grew up listening to his great-grandfather personally leading the army to fight on the battlefield, four generations ago, each emperor of the Ming Dynasty was excellent in his own way. It is completely understandable that Zhu Qizhen wanted to make achievements in this position.

The problem is that this guy is working in the wrong direction.

Whose emperor's dream is to lead the army in person without any combat experience? Forget about leading the army in person, but he is even more blind than Song Shen, who is really blind. He ignored the advice of a bunch of pillars of the army and sent a eunuch to supervise the army.

How does that saying go...Oh yes, all the hard work is in vain!
He is ambitious, but stupid and bad.

Now Zhu Qizhen has been restored to the throne, Yu Qian is dead, and most of the Ming Dynasty's capable civil and military officials were exhausted in the Battle of Tumu. In short, in Song Shen's impression, Zhu Qizhen had very few capable officials in his later years, so the answer he gives now is mostly the result of his own efforts.

There is no point wasting time marking the papers alone when a fool like this marks the papers he has done.

So, under Zhu Qizhen's expectant and slightly excited gaze, Song Shen had no intention of asking him to hand in the paper. He just nodded slightly to show that he understood, and then looked at another person.

"Student Li Longji, didn't you hear my question?"

"Have you finished your test paper?"

This is what Song Shen wants to know.

Even though Li Longji was a 24K pure old man without any sense of propriety, even though he did many things that made people's scalps numb, even though he looked like a hopeless case in his later years...

But, no matter what, the prosperous Tang Dynasty reached its peak during his reign.

Song Shen really wanted to see what choice Li Longji would make and what he would do now that he knew the subsequent history.

Should we kill An Lushan and Shi Siming? Kill Yang Guozhong and Li Linfu? Or should we learn from the past and start from the root to find a way to solve the increasingly serious land annexation and border town problems during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty?
Li Longji was still wearing the bright yellow dragon robe, and his complexion was not much better than when he first entered the tutoring class.

He stood up, rubbed his brows helplessly, and said:
"I didn't write it."

Everyone looked over.

Li Shimin clenched his fists quietly and wanted to explode, but Changsun Wuji next to him pulled his sleeve, signaling him not to act rashly for the time being.

Thinking of his previous plan, Emperor Li II endured it again and again, and finally bit his cheeks tightly, so as not to rush over and beat Li Longji.

Song Shen stared at Li Longji and asked calmly:
"Why don't you write? This is a test for everyone. If you have any questions, you can ask them like Li Shimin did before. I won't help you answer them. But if you are a latecomer and the class content is not as comprehensive as the first few students, I will give you some ideas and assistance."

Li Longji shook his head, acting calmly:

"I don't think there is anything wrong with me, and I don't think An Lushan and his people will really rebel."

"You think I am too arrogant and extravagant, but why doesn't anyone think about me? I won the position of crown prince for my father, and then I won the throne with my own ability. The national strength of the Tang Dynasty has risen step by step under my leadership. I didn't dare to relax for a moment during those years."

"I have fought with Empress Wei, Taiping, and the late emperor for half my life. Now that the Tang Dynasty is at its peak, what's wrong with me enjoying some of it?"

"Since I created this prosperous era, I am naturally entitled to enjoy it!"

"I heard the song correctly, and I believe in my own judgment. In the past, the people I favored always made great achievements in the end, and now is no exception!"

Ok!

Song Shen understood.

After talking for so long, it turns out that Li Sanlang doesn't believe anything anyone in their class says at all.

The previous compromise was probably just submission to the fist of Emperor Li II, which was as big as a bowl. Li Longji used the saying that the situation is stronger than the person very skillfully.

"So, you didn't answer the question this time. First, you don't think that the current Tang Dynasty needs any changes. Second, you think that everything we say is false, and even we are false."

"Is that right?"

Song Shen raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Longji.

The latter was stunned for a moment, not expecting him to say such harsh words, but finally nodded and said:

"more or less."

Song Shen smiled.

He asked the system in his mind:
"I have absolute authority in the tutoring class, right? If students don't obey, don't do their homework, and don't take exams, I can persuade them to drop out. That should be reasonable, right?"

[Answer host, yes, you have absolute authority. If students violate discipline or contradict you, please feel free to do so. ]

That's good.

After confirming again, Song Shen raised his head and looked at Li Sanlang, who was drained by alcohol and sex. "Student Li Longji, since you don't believe it, then from today on, you are no longer a student in my tutoring class. When this class is over and you leave, all your memories of the tutoring class will be erased, and you will completely forget the subsequent historical developments."

"but--"

Song Shen stretched out his tone and said with a smile:

"When the An-Shi Rebellion breaks out and you flee in a hurry, you will remember everything."

"Don't worry, no matter how many years have passed, I will definitely leave a deep impression on you."

Everyone couldn't help but gasp.

This is too murderous!

The old students in the tutoring class have now all gained some benefits here to a greater or lesser extent.

Not to mention the historical development or anything like that, just looking at the technology, Ying Zheng and Liu Che had already handed the papermaking technology to the craftsmen to test it as quickly as possible, Li Shimin had obtained the printing technology, and Zhu Yuanzhang had both alcohol and potatoes in his hands. No one would not believe Song Shen.

After hearing about the heartbreaking things that happened to them later, everyone tried their best to avoid them. The current national policy is naturally part of avoiding them. Even Zhu Qizhen's efforts were in vain, but Li Longji actually started directly.

The most ridiculous thing is that he doesn’t believe it!

He thinks these people are all fake!

What is the biggest blow to an emperor?
It was nothing more than that he once had an opportunity to change the fate of his country and himself, but he did not cherish it at all. When his country was destroyed and his family was ruined, he suddenly remembered this opportunity...

But there is no medicine for regret in the world.

Everyone was looking at Li Longji, and there was something strange in everyone's eyes.

Li Longji felt a little scalp tingling when he was stared at by them, but he still firmly believed that all this was just his hallucination and nightmare, and it would be fine as long as he didn't believe it!
He calmed down and said in a deep voice:

"No matter how you flatter me, I won't believe you."

"Do whatever you want to do, and don't tell me anymore!"

Song Shen stared at him subtly:
"Well...I hope you won't cry then."

After saying this, Song Shen nodded to Zhu Biao:

"Class monitor, go collect everyone's papers."

Zhu Biao had been waiting for him to speak, and at this moment he did not care about his image as the elegant and easy-going crown prince. He quickly collected the answer sheets from everyone's hands into a stack, and then hurriedly put them on the podium.

After doing all this, he looked at Song Shen eagerly:

"Sir, will you explain this paper now? Oh, if you don't, it will be graded well."

The other students below had the same expression as Zhu Biao, except that someone like the First Emperor did not show it too obviously. However, his fingers kept tapping on the table, and his impatience was obvious at a glance.

Song Shen: ...

No, what are you in such a hurry for?
Are all those dozen people King Gigi?
He glanced at the stack of answer sheets at hand. Most of them were about the same size as Zhu Qizhen's, and were more than one meter long when spread out. If he were to grade them now, he would not have to attend the class and could just study on his own.

"It seems that you have prepared very carefully, but there are too many papers. It is impossible to finish reading them all in a short time. Moreover, you should also hope that I will read them carefully instead of just skimming through them."

Song Shen pushed the pile of answer sheets aside with his hands:

"I will review these papers carefully after class. As for the grading, I think we can discuss it together in the next class."

"Okay, okay, there are new students coming in today. Have you guys introduced yourself to each other? You are the only ones who have things to do. It's not polite to ignore the new students."

Everyone was a little disappointed when they heard Song Shen say that the papers would not be graded now, but when they heard that the grading would be discussed together in the next class, they became excited again.

When there are more people, there is more room for operation!

Good, good, good! Better than Song Shen's individual rating!
Thinking of this, everyone stopped asking Song Shen to mark the papers as soon as possible and instead looked at the newcomer in the corner.

Zhu Biao coughed and took the initiative to speak:
"Sir, we have already met him before you came. He said his reign title is Chongzhen, his name is Zhu Youjian, and he is also a descendant of my Zhu family."

"I was just curious about why he was called Emperor Chongzhen. I don't know his temple name or posthumous title, and I can't guess what his achievements as an emperor were. Could you please tell me about it?"

Song Shen narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in the corner.

Is this Chongzhen?
He sorted out his thoughts and said something earth-shattering:
"It's normal that you don't know his temple name and posthumous title, because he was the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty."

Good guy!
Including Chongzhen himself, all members of the Zhu family stood up!
The temple names and posthumous titles of kings of fallen countries were given by later dynasties, which they would never recognize. Not to mention that in history, the Ming Dynasty was replaced by foreign barbarians, which would make it even more impossible for them to recognize them.

No wonder the system only called him Emperor Chongzhen when it announced it!

Zhu Yuanzhang remained silent for a long time, feeling the veins on his forehead popping out, but he did not take direct action against Zhu Youjian for the time being.

If Chongzhen and Zhu Qizhen were the same kind of people, then according to Song Shen's temper, he would have added "You can start fighting now" after saying this.

Since there is none now, he is probably stronger than Zhu Qizhen.

Lao Zhu took several deep breaths, fearing that he would faint from anger. He calmed down for a long time and prepared himself mentally before asking:

"...Did he lead to the defeat of the Ming Dynasty?"

Song Shen looked at him in surprise:
"Student Zhu Yuanzhang, no one can clean up the mess of the late Ming Dynasty, unless you, the Hongwu Emperor, come in person during the Chongzhen reign."

"Also, have you forgotten that a large part of this stall was left by you?"

"There are more than 300,000 royal family members, and the household registration system is too many to mention..."

"I'm not trying to excuse him. Zhu Youjian was not meant to be an emperor. He wasn't educated as a prince since he was a child. Suddenly one day his brother died, and it was a death that was passed down from the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty emperors. It was good enough for him to survive after he ascended to the throne. What else could he want?"

Zhu Youjian didn't expect that this young gentleman actually spoke well of him in front of his ancestors, and was about to say something with a grateful look on his face.

Then he heard what Song Shen said next.

"...He is very hardworking and frugal, but some people just don't have the talent for certain things."

"Like Jiajing's old man, he was only fifteen years old when he was brought into the palace. He was just an ordinary prince before. Since he came to Beijing, he has been making the whole court run around in circles."

"Zhu Youjian, to be frank, is similar to Zhu Qizhen. They both work hard but in vain. Sigh, your Zhu family is truly blessed with outstanding people and beautiful scenery."

(End of this chapter)