Zhu Yuanzhang's breathing quickened, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Su Bai's straightforward words shattered all his fantasies and made him feel suffocated.
"Our Zhu family is also going to walk on that road of no return."
Seeing Zhu Yuanzhang's pained and confused look, Zhu Biao couldn't care less about the shock in his heart and hurriedly went forward to comfort him,
"Imperial Father, our Zhu family won't!”
"As the saying goes, man plans, God disposes. What Mr. Su said is not unreasonable, but it's just a hypothesis!”
"Your son is confident that he can educate his children and grandchildren well. There will definitely not be a situation where brothers kill each other!”
"Don't worry!"
Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang felt comforted and smiled bitterly.
"Boss, what Mr. Smith said is not a hypothesis or a prophecy!”
"Yes, Mr. Smith, if you educate Fourth Brother, it's also applicable to us."
"I'm too naive! We have neglected the human heart!"
Zhu Yuanzhang looked up at Zhu Biao, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
"For the throne, China has fought for thousands of years. Everyone wants to be the emperor, even a beggar like me has come to sit on it."
"How dare we say that the descendants of our Zhu family are not interested in the throne?”
Zhu Biao opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. He lowered his head silently.
How much could the efforts of two generations change?
The future was full of variables.
Rather than testing human nature, it was better to prevent it from happening.
A wise man's choice was not to stand under a dangerous wall.
Thinking of this, Zhu Biao took a deep breath and bluntly said what Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to say but could not say,
" It's impossible to split the earth and confer the title of king. Even for our Zhu family, not everyone can become a saint. Therefore, Mister Liu's train of thought was wrong from the beginning."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded his head gratefully and sighed,"
"Yeah, I didn't expect Liu Bowen, who has been smart all his life, to be as stupid as us.”
"In the end, Liu Bowen is not as good as Mr. Su. This is the true talent of a king!”
"The Dragon Slaying Art that has been lost for hundreds of years really lives up to its reputation. I've learned a lot."
Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head in a self-deprecating manner.
"Boss, remember this. As an emperor, you must always be calm. Don't let any external factors affect your state of mind, including family ties.”
"Mr. Su's evaluation of me is very accurate. I'm an emperor when facing outsiders, but when facing my own family, I've become an old farmer.”
"Don't learn from us. We're old and useless. We're always emotional."
Zhu Biao had mixed feelings when he heard this, so he couldn't continue the conversation and could only bow.
At the same time, he asked himself in his heart,"
Can I remain absolutely calm in the face of my closest kin? Can I do better than Father? Can I not be emotional?
Just as the father and son were worried, Su Bai's magnetic voice sounded again:
"Alright, don't cry. Raise your head and listen.”
"You've improved a little this time. At least you know how to find the answer from history, although you didn't find the right direction.”
After Su Bai finished, Zhu Di hurriedly stood up and poured him a glass of wine. He said unhappily:
"Yes, Mr. Smith. I've learned my lesson.”
Su Bai nodded. He was quite satisfied with the hothead's attitude. He was confused, but he was modest.
"The answer to solving the problem of the imperial clan's support is actually hidden in the long river of history.”
"I only need two tricks to solve it easily!"
As soon as he said that.
Zhu Di couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. His lonely eyes became extremely fervent.
"Which two plans?"
"At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Xun Yu offered Cao Cao two strategies.”
Pausing, Su Bai put down the wine bowl and continued:
"First, two tigers competing for food!"
"Second, drive the tiger to swallow the wolf!"
Zhu Di held his breath when he heard that. He was inexplicably nervous.
He had some impression of this story. It was just a few words, but it had caused a commotion among Liu Bei, Lu Bu, and Yuan Shu for quite a while.
But wasn't that used for group fights?
What does it have to do with the support of the imperial clan?
Seeing Zhu Di's confusion, Su Bai didn't keep him in suspense and went straight to the point:
"Let's talk about the first plan first.”
"I won't tell you what happened exactly. When you're released, you can flip through the history books yourself.”
"In short, how can two tigers be allowed on one mountain? When two tigers fight, there will definitely be casualties.”
Su Bai put down an empty wine jar and took out a new one. He explained methodically:
"With this core as the foundation, the emperor and his subjects will compete with each other. Only then will the emperor benefit.”
Hearing this, Zhu Di was puzzled. He scratched his head and interrupted,
"Mr. Su, aren't we talking about the royal family? Why did you turn to the subject?"
"Please speak slowly, my brain is slow."
Su Bai's face darkened, and his blood pressure soared. He resisted the urge to curse and slammed the table.
"Is the relationship between the imperial clan and the emperor not that of a monarch and his subjects?”
"The current Zhu family is just an exception. After Old Zhu dies, it will recover!”
"There is a difference between monarch and minister, and it has never changed since ancient times!"
Zhu Yuanzhang, who was eavesdropping, felt his head buzzing. He even had the intention to kick Fourth Brother to death.
He knew that Su Bai was extending the topic.
Using the matter of the imperial clan's support to talk about the emperor and his subjects was exactly what he wanted to hear.
What if Su Bai was too lazy to talk about it after this little bastard messed it up?
His brain was sometimes sharp and sometimes not.
It was really fatal!
"Oh!"
Zhu Di was deep in thought and suddenly realized,"
"I see. Then I understand. Thank you, Mr. Su!”
Su Bai wanted to say something but stopped. He felt tired and continued:
"Everyone has a salary every month. It's easy to give people a psychological illusion that it's taken for granted. They won't cherish it, let alone be grateful.”
"This led to the current situation. Both inside and outside the court, they don't work hard, but they don't get paid at all.”
"Just look at the prison guards. Being a servant is just to pass the days. In any case, it doesn't affect the salary.”
Zhu Di nodded silently, his expression solemn. Even a small jailer was like this, let alone the corruption within the court.
"Therefore, we have to use the strategy of two tigers competing for food here. We have to change the original salary rules and make it more laborious for the capable!”
Su Bai revealed a meaningful smile.
"Set up a year-end assessment system. Every year, the officials will be evaluated in all aspects. The person who ranks first will be rewarded!”
"If you do a good job, you can get a huge amount of rewards. On the contrary, if you slack off all day, you won't get a single cent!”
"When there is competition, there will be motivation. With motivation, will the emperor still worry about having no one to use?”
"We must let the officials roll up their sleeves!"
"The more infighting between the officials, the greater the benefits the Emperor will reap!”
"This is called the two tigers competing for food, and the hunter gains!”
As soon as he finished speaking.
The eyes of the Zhu Clan father and son trio instantly lit up!
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PS：
The next chapter was about to begin, and it was time for her to be at her most nervous.
11 days, 120,000 words.
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