Zhu Di was dumbfounded.
This was clearly a policy to tighten the officials. How could it be related to the rise of the common people and the change of the country's regime?
If the situation was really that serious. How could he end it with just two words?
Tell me, tell me quickly, quickly answer the doubts in my heart.
Zhu Di was extremely anxious.
At this moment, Zhu Zhanhe finally spoke. Unfortunately, this was not what Zhu Di wanted.
"I think that Scholar Jin's opinion is very appropriate.”
Zhu Zhanhe smiled shyly as he spoke.
"Actually, I don't know much about state affairs, and I don't know anything about scholars.”
"Why don't you ask Cousin Zhan Ji?”
Hearing Zhu Zhanhe recommend him to his grandfather, Zhu Zhanji immediately puffed out his chest.
He was ready to answer his grandfather's questions at any time.
"Although grandfather is using Zhu Zhanhe that brat, grandfather's love for me comes from the bottom of his heart.”
"So, even if it's to achieve certain goals, grandfather will be the first to ask Zhu Zhanhe.”
"But Grandpa must still want to hear my answer.”
"Wait a minute, what should I say?”
Zhu Zhanji fell into deep thought.
He made up his mind.
He had to make his grandfather very satisfied with his answer!
And then…
He did not hear Zhu Di's question.
"Zhan He, continue. Why do you think this policy is good? What was so good about him? Which place is convenient?"
"If you can tell me the name of the ugly Yin Mao, I will reward you heavily. If you can't tell me, I will punish you.”
Zhu Zhanji:
Grandpa, don't ask him anymore. Ask me! I can answer!
Zhu Zhanji tried his best to wink at Zhu Di.
He hoped that Zhu Di could see him.
Unfortunately, he probably blinked for the blind to see.
This was because Zhu Di's gaze had been fixed on Zhu Zhanhe.
Zhu Zhanhe was speechless.
Alright, you old fox, you want to protect Zhu Zhanji to the end, yet you insist on using Yours Truly as a scapegoat. You clearly know that Yours Truly can't answer anything. You want me to lose face in front of the officials?
Eh, this doesn't seem to be impossible?
If I lose face in front of the ministers, I might be able to offset the influence of my cabinet meeting and the Imperial Advisor…
It seems that I was wrong this time. However, don't think that I can answer you, old fox.
Don't you want to know? I won't tell you.
I won't tell you that because of the minor officials, there's no room for promotion. Naturally, he would not think about how to make decisions for the people, nor would he think about how to make his political achievements look good, nor would he think about obtaining a chance to be promoted.
Those who could become officials were all scholars who didn't eat any grains. They didn't go through the experience of the grassroots and directly passed the imperial examination. They only knew how to study until they died.
So what could they do?
As a noble scholar, he definitely couldn't lower his face and ask the commoners for advice. Those officials who were not ranked had their own interests and would not help the officials make real achievements.
In any case, in the end, the officials could only cut off their ties with the people. Whether they wanted to or not, this was the only outcome.
Even the officials who occasionally wanted to think for the people and were determined to do something would be held hostage by the local officials. After all, they knew nothing except for what they knew. He could not do anything without being a low-level official.
Wasn't that great?
The people didn't know the officials, and the officials didn't know the people. The people in the middle who did the actual work were also desperate. In any case, they could only be like this for the rest of their lives. They couldn't be officials anymore, and it was impossible for them to bring honor to their ancestors. They would definitely have to earn money.
Scholars were noble, officials who did not enter the ranks took money, ordinary people were exploited, the emperor was blind, and the world gradually went crazy.
This was truly a great thing that would benefit the country and the people. It was a great thing that only happened once in a thousand years!
When he thought of the latter part, Zhu Zhanhe sneered.
Zhu Di didn't know, but did scholars not understand?
Although Jin Youzi had suggested this, Yang Shiqi was also a cabinet minister.
As for him, he had been at the grassroots level before.
After staying for a period of time, he lost his official seal and committed a major crime. He then ran to the capital and changed his name to continue looking for opportunities to make a name for himself.
Yang Shiqi naturally knew how helpful the basic level experience was to people.
But he didn't say anything.
This was because their goal was the same. Whether it was Yang Shiqi or Jin Youzi, or even more scholars and scholars, they hoped that scholars would always be noble and above others.
It was not a noble, it was a noble!
What was even more suffocating was that many officials of the Ming Dynasty started to become smelly and evil from here.
He didn't go to the lower levels to gain experience, nor did he communicate with the lower level officials. He always held onto his saint book from thousands of years ago.
Did he think he could read a saint?
Wang Yangming even said," Unity of knowledge and action.
But since ancient times, wasn't the unity of knowledge and action the most basic cognition?
This place actually had to become a "saint"'s speech?
Why?
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