Chapter 1281 Brothers (Part 2)

"... Teacher, are he in good health?"

"...He is in good health, he exercises every day...and also holds meetings and curses all day long."

"...It's normal to curse people. He is far-sighted and cannot keep up. If he is scolded a few times... Unlike me, the court often gets scolded at meetings..."

"...Dare you still dare to scold you?"

"...I tell you, the children of Confucianism are the most fiercer to curse people, and they all quote scriptures and classics... The meaning is similar. If you do what I say, you are Yao, Shun, Yu and Tang. If you don't do what I say, you will be Zhou and Zhou of Shang and Qin..."

“…Who holds the piano?”

“…………………………………………Have you learned it…”

The mottled sunlight gradually gathered towards the golden yellow in the evening. Two people, one high and one low, sat under the big banyan tree and chatted, watching the little girl Zhou Fuyang running around.

Before meeting Zhou Junwu, Ning Ji once had many imaginations about his father's emperor disciple. He had a good side in his personality, but he naturally knew the role of power. In his home in the southwest, his father occasionally followed the people around him.

I talked about the situation of the small court in the southeast and also about the impression I was in Jiangning. Sometimes I sighed that time flies, and things may change. But what I didn’t expect was that after the title of senior brother and junior brother, this person took charge of the Southeast.

After all, the man who inherited the orthodox mantra of the Wu Dynasty had a surprisingly casual conversation with him.

He complained about Confucian officials a few times.

"I heard... junior brother, you have been to Jiangning before. Have you ever seen my house?"

"Like my family, I was pushed off..."

"Well... I heard that... Is the foundation still there?"

"My home still has it, your home is gone... When I went there, Xu Zhaonan occupied a Xinhu Palace there, and it was not allowed to visit it around, but locals said that part of the large schoolyard next to the palace belongs to your home.

The palace..."

"No culture, what Xinhu Palace is not good at all...that was my uncle's house before..."

"The Fair Party has no future."

"Oh? You guys, you can see it too? Tell me... By the way, I'm going to go back to the palace. We'll say on the way, okay, I'll treat you to imperial meal and take you to see the dragon throne..."

After chatting for a while, Jun Wu picked up Zhou Fuyang and invited Ning Ji to play in the palace. On the one hand, Ning Ji had his father's comment first, and felt that the emperor in the southeast was indeed close to him. On the other hand, he was also somewhat familiar with the world.

When his personality comes to a new place, he will give him the face of the local snake. He then took the carriage and left the princess's mansion.

On the way, he talked about Jiangning's many experiences. Jun Wu listened and nodded occasionally. There were some things that Ning Ji didn't know the whole picture, and he would add some tips. It was really evening, and the sea breeze was blowing gently, golden.

The light shone on the pedestrians on the road, and there was a vague commotion in the distance. Ning Ji was dissatisfied with the situation in Fuzhou and said to Junwu: "Why don't you recruit troops into the city?"

Jun Wu sighed: "There are many things that I only understood after becoming the emperor... The position of the people of the world is actually far less clear than we think. Among the hundred people, there may be one who has an idea.

Yes, only a hundred people with ideas can find a firm idea. In the meantime, even fewer people can really sacrifice their lives to fight the court…”

"But in general, the people of the world always have a big tendency, that is, most of them do not want to change in life. It is best to keep life unchanged, the more food they grow, the more money they earn,

This actually fits the opinions of those great scholars... But, younger brother, sometimes I think about it, I am actually a very bad emperor..."

He said this and paused slightly: "I, after coming to Fuzhou, if I really want to say that I have done something, I am collecting money... I will collect the money in the hands of the big business, and collect the right of the big business to collect money.

, or supervise, why do you do with money? I will build my own martial arts school and raise the two armies of Beiwei and Zhenhai. I not only have the power of the big families, but also promote a group of young people to fight against them... You see,

Everyone's lives are about to change, so is there any benefit? The only fleet of sea ships I sent out to make money has not yet come back, so it is actually normal for them to rebel me..."

Ning Ji was slightly silent and felt unable to refute.

"...... I have been to Fuzhou for three years and I have been scrapping people's money and ointment. It can be called a word of military force. For those Confucian children who originally supported me, I was actually very hurtful. Respecting the king and expelling the barbarians. My junior brother, what is respecting the king and expelling the barbarians? I said before.

The king and the scholars and officials rule the world together. Now that he only respects the king, he is disrespectful to the scholars and officials. I, if I stop here in the past few years of succession, I would have to say that violence is not cured, and the emperor would be able to do so.

When I don’t understand, I just snatch people’s stuff…”

"...So, when it comes to grabbing things, I have some experience now." The carriage was moving forward, pressing on the bluestone road in the city, making a leisurely sound. The noise in the city came. Jun Wu listened to the sound,

Tell Ning Ji about his experience, "We must proceed step by step and slowly, for example, only one hundred people rebelled firmly, I will fight the arena from time to time, so that millions of people in Fuzhou can see these

If a person loses, they actually have opinions and will consider them. After a while, when everyone has opinions, they will pick a hundred people out. If they lose, the others will shrink back... In this process

, Those who are not firm will accept change step by step..."

"So, we can't transfer the army in. Performance is a performance. Mobilizing the army is to let the audiences off the stage choose side stand. If they really choose side stand, who would choose me..."

"Senior Brother, you... think so..." Ning Ji frowned and said.

Junwu leaned on the back of the carriage, with a calm and gentle face, and a little smile: "Well, I'm an incompetent emperor..."

“…”

"But the times have changed." Junwu's head leaned back. At this time, his words were not like the Wu Dynasty emperor in Fujian, but rather like a progressive young man in the southwest. "Because of the appearance of the teacher, everything in the future is like

All regimes need to have a new organizational degree. All powerful essence is organizational degree. With a high organizational degree, you can speak. Without organizational degree, everything you say is wrong... Wu Chao used to rely on Confucianism,

Talking about the people can be used to make it impossible to know it, so the organizational degree generated is completely inseparable from the requirements of the times. I have no choice but to suck blood in Fujian. Only when the internal transformation is completed can I talk about the future.

What you can do is to try to absorb the blood of big households and to absorb less people, but to be honest, big households will always attract the people..."

"Well, if you have an organizational level, it seems like what we said during a meeting..."

"It was what the teacher said during the meeting." Jun Wu glared, then took out a notebook from his arms. He flipped through a few pages, and at the front, there was a newspaper that he had read there that he had read through many times.

: "Look, look... this is a meeting three years ago... Mr. Ning pointed out at the meeting that without organization, you don't need to say anything, and with organization, you don't need to say anything...

In the next few years, several systems with backward organizational levels will gradually be eliminated... The system with backward organizational levels, you see, this refers to us."

"Yeah, yeah..." Ning Ji frowned, looked serious, looked at Jun Wu, and nodded in awe.

"...This is actually the most core thing in our Fujian reform." The little emperor, who regarded the speeches of the leaders of hostile forces as the core of the reform, enjoyed himself.

Ning Ji scratched his head: "You are..."

"Oh, it's not all the teacher's speeches, but it's basically something I think is important." Jun Wu handed the book to Ning Ji.

The notebook is very thick, and the collages are mostly clipping newspapers, and there are also a large number of copywriting copied. In some places, the paper was broken. Ning Ji was so dizzy that he handed it back.

"I can't understand... I can't study well." He was originally thinking of being a spy, but at this time he felt a little ashamed and didn't want to read it anymore. He even frankly told Junwu that "it's not good to study well."

"By the way, when I was in Zhangcun, the teacher...has he ever talked about me and my sister in private?"

“…and there are.”

"What did you say?"

"...Then... don't be angry."

"Of course not angry..."

"My father said that the little emperor in the southeast... is not very qualified, and it will be very hard to be an emperor. He said... you shouldn't have taken it..."

Ning Ji said this, the carriage was quiet for a while. Jun Wu sat there looking at the opposite side of the carriage, and nodded slowly... After a long time, he nodded slightly again.

“…Are there anything else?”

"He said, sometimes, seeing the situation on your side...he also hopes that you can make things happen..."

“…”

Jun Wu looked at Ning Ji and nodded. After a while, he nodded again. He smiled and was very happy.

...

After the carriage drove into the palace, crossed the imperial road, and entered the square in front of the palace, Jun Wu asked the palace maids who came to take Zhou Fuyang away, and he chatted with Ning Ji.

"Actually, the teacher is wise and has average qualifications... I was not good at studying before, but later I drove it to the shelves and read some books. Actually, I like to study things and inventions... Have you visited the Academy of Geology?"

"I've been to the Weapons Institute..."

"Dijiang...the teacher's fun, beat the emperor into a paste..."

"That's a secret. When I went there... I didn't demonstrate it..."

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

"I like flying... I've made a hot air balloon, but there are still those with wings. When I was in Jiangning, the teacher mentioned it to me that I kept trying to figure out a way, but I didn't create a steam engine..."

"Do you know the steam engine?"

"The Zuo family mentioned to me that I also knew that the prototype had exploded several times, and the last time it almost killed Lin Jingwei..."

"Ah? I don't know..."

"It happened last year. By the way, why are you running away from home?"

"Uh..." Ning Ji scratched his head and hesitated for a long time, but finally felt that everyone was so incompatible with each other, and it seemed a bit unrighteous to not confess. "Actually, it was because someone was obscene..."

He talked about his past in Zhang Village and entered the hall ahead with Junwu. Junwu retreated everyone near the hall. He heard Ning Ji talk about Zhang Village's family affairs with relish and asked a few questions from time to time.

Things, about Ning Yi, about Su Tan'er, about Xiaochan, and even about the invincible Lu Hongti and Liu Xigua. He is the identity of a king, but he is frank and hot-pillow. Occasionally, the curiosity of young people flashes in his eyes, Ning

Ji is actually keen, he can't feel malice. The two of them say a word and reveal a lot of "Tianjia privacy" on both sides.

The sun sets, and the sun shines through the windows of the hall, dragging in a long golden shadow. Jun Wu and Ning Ji talk about the rules of the court, the emperor's interesting and broken things, and then asked Ning Ji about him going to bed.

On the battlefield, this incident hit Ning Ji's heart. He now taught his experiences and experiences during the Southwest War. When talking about the key ideas when he was a scout, Jun Wu really took out a pen to do it.

Recorded, saying: "If you fight with the Jurchens again, it will be useful..."
To be continued...