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Chapter 761 What a fine child, why does he act like a prince consort?
Emperor Zhu, Li Shanchang, and Liu Bowen gathered together, enjoying a leisurely drink and discussing how to divide the spoils.
No, to be precise, they were discussing how to divide the people.
"Not all the students from Ningyang County this time can be sent out to serve as officials close to the people."
"At the very least, we should leave three or five officials in the capital to assist Zhou Jingxin."
Speaking of Zhou Jingxin, Li Shanchang sighed again and said, "Like father, like son."
"Such a fine child, why does he act like a prince consort?"
"He can do any job well, but his writing is annoying to read."
Liu Bowen also frowned, "The key is that he likes it, he likes it..."
Having said "I like it" twice but unable to find a particularly fitting explanation, Liu Bowen simply went ahead and accused Zhou Jingxin of his evil deeds.
"He is clearly an official in the cabinet, yet he keeps watching the censors of the Censorate impeach him every few days."
"Sometimes even I can't figure out whether he is the censor or the censors of the Censorate."
"If it were just that, it wouldn't be so bad, but this guy keeps writing articles in the newspapers to insult people."
Liu Bowen clicked his tongue and said, "Now, Zhou Jingxin's reputation in official circles and among scholars is already trending towards rivaling that of the Imperial Son-in-Law."
Listening to Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen's complaints, Emperor Zhu's heart stirred.
"What do you think about placing that little fellow Zhou Jingxin in the Ministry of Rites?"
Emperor Zhu picked up his wine cup and said with a smile, "Have him help that scoundrel with the textbooks, and also have him help that scoundrel with the establishment of community schools and county schools."
Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen's eyes lit up immediately.
Yes.
Isn't Zhou Jingxin disgusting?
Then let's put him under Yang Dianfeng's command and let the two of them disgust each other.
Let's see if Zhou Jingxin will still dare to write those sarcastic and obscure memorials after he finishes his errand.
If he dares to write it, Yang the Madman will dare to beat him up.
As for Yang's epilepsy?
He's always messing around with this and that, but now that it's his own good student, let's see how he can mess around then.
Li Shanchang immediately stroked his beard and said, "This is a good idea. I will send Zhou Jingxin to the Ministry of Rites as a principal officer."
Liu Bowen smiled and chimed in, "Your Majesty, after this year's special imperial examination is over, I would like to keep two students from Ningyang County in the Censorate."
As Liu Bowen finished speaking, Emperor Zhu and Li Shanchang laughed even more wickedly.
The Censorate was specifically responsible for criticizing people.
Most of the students from Ningyang County inherited the sharp tongue of that scoundrel; their mouths were as if they had been coated with poison.
Send them to the Censorate, and then have them keep an eye on the students from Ningyang County.
Tsk tsk, infighting among fellow disciples.
That scene must be beautiful.
Emperor Zhu smiled and nodded in agreement, then said with a smile, "In that new five-year plan, Brother Shanchang, please remember to inflate the output figures for iron ore and coal mines."
"And we should also mention the matter of the flammable oil."
"We always felt that since a steam engine could burn coal, it should also be able to burn oil."
"It would be a shame not to make use of the potent oil."
Li Shanchang stroked his beard and assured his superior, "Your Majesty, rest assured, I will find a way to pin this matter on Ningyang County. After all, there are so many craftsmen; we can't let them be idle."
After a slight pause, Li Shanchang continued, "Your Majesty, I feel that the rewards given to the artisans from Ningyang County who came to the Ministry of Works were too low."
Emperor Zhu was slightly taken aback and asked, "Too low?"
Li Shanchang gave a meaningful "hmm" and said, "Too low."
"Although the water pump was invented by the prince consort, it would be appropriate to give him the title of Duke of Ying, but the craftsmen were only given the hereditary title of centurion, which is really too low."
"In my opinion, it would be better to wait until the water pump is widely used, and then find a pretext to appoint a few of them as county magistrates."
"It doesn't have to be hereditary, or it can be passed down for only three generations."
"In this way, we won't have to worry about the steam engine's progress being slow."
As Li Shanchang finished speaking, Emperor Zhu fell silent for a moment.
Between a hereditary centurion and a three-generation county magistrate or county baron, which is better?
Or, to put it another way, for those old brothers who fought alongside him to conquer the world, is it better to have hereditary titles of centurion, chiliarch, or commander, or to have titles that can be passed down for generations?
Perhaps, a hereditary commandership is ultimately less attractive than a noble title?
After all, one is an official and the other is a noble title; the two are very different.
But if we make changes again, there are too many things involved, which would also be a big problem.
For example, if the title of Duke can be inherited, but the titles of Baron and Viscount cannot, wouldn't some people still feel dissatisfied?
Emperor Zhu unconsciously took a sip of wine.
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Compared to the comfortable mood of Emperor Zhu, Li Shanchang, and Liu Bowen, Yang Shaofeng's mood was extremely bad at this moment.
Later generations always say that out of a billion people, there are only a few who can play football, but that's because they didn't come to the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Chongba, that old idiot, and Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen, those two old scoundrels, plus the officials of the Ming Dynasty court, which one of them wasn't a master of ball games?
In just a few words, he kicked a huge problem to me!
Yang Shaofeng had a dark and sour face, and he was slumped on the recliner, staring blankly.
Jin'er smiled as she brewed a small pot of rice dumplings, then pushed it in front of Yang Shaofeng and asked, "Husband, did you suffer any injustice today?"
Yang Shaofeng snorted and said, "How could I have any grievances? On the contrary, Gao Qiu, if he knew this in the afterlife, would be very gratified."
Jin'er was slightly taken aback and asked, "Gao Qiu? Why is my husband suddenly talking about Gao Qiu?"
Yang Shaofeng snorted again and said, "Because Gao Qiu can play football. It just so happens that today my father-in-law, the Duke of Han, and the Marquis of Chengyi plotted against me, kicking a bunch of big troubles into my hands like a football."
Such superb and extraordinary football skills would make even Zidane and Pelé kneel down and sing "Conquer" while crying!
Feeling frustrated, Yang Shaofeng gave a brief account of what had happened in the Qianqing Palace.
Jin'er smiled and said, "My husband, you really are... to be outmaneuvered by my godfather, the Duke of Han, and the Marquis of Chengyi is enough to show your great talent. However, I'm afraid you've misunderstood something."
Yang Shaofeng was slightly taken aback and asked, "I've misunderstood something. What is it?"
Jin'er said, "Standardization is actually not as complicated as you think, husband. In fact, it's incredibly simple."
Yang Shaofeng was even more confused now.
Standardization isn't complicated?
My goodness, Jin'er, how much sorghum liquor did you drink to say something like that?
Seeing Yang Shaofeng's bewildered expression, Jin'er smiled and asked, "May I ask, husband, what is the purpose of this so-called standardization? And what is its most important foundation?"