Wen Tiren, who was just released, definitely didn't want to return to the ghost place of the imperial prison. Although no one tortured himself, every day when listening to the continuous howling of ghosts and wolves by the prisoners who were tortured, Wen Tiren felt that he was not crazy now. He was simply too crazy, or if his ancestors blessed him, he would be blessed with great fortune.

Wen Tiren, who had originally liked to be charming, had already figured out Chongzhen's character. Although this man was moody, he was full of imperialism. He always wanted to die for foreign tribes. At this time, he proposed such a thing, whether it was true or false, at least he wanted to throw an olive branch to the foreign tribes and express his attitude of governing the eight desolates as the emperor. Thinking of this, Wen Tiren simply replied: "I have heard from Your Majesty that since ancient times, the emperor has been in the middle and ruled the eight desolates. All under the world are the king's land, and the shores of the land are the king's ministers."

Seeing that although Chongzhen was still expressionless, Wen Tiren, who had already seen everything, still found that Chongzhen's eyes were slightly raised. Wen Tiren, who was very calm in his heart, continued: "Now Your Majesty wants to make all directions unite, this is a benevolent government. There are only a few small things that need to be solved, otherwise, this naturalization matter will still be even more difficult."

A otakus in Chongzhen's later generations thought about so many twists and turns. Didn't the later generations say anything about fifty-six flowers? Do you still have to learn from the future generations and give the fifty-five of them preferential treatment?

No, if that happens, the remaining flower that is now dominant may not turn into a cannibal flower. I will eat myself as the emperor first, and then, if this is the case, the eight desolates can be united, then why did he let me travel over here?

Chongzhen thought a lot in his mind, but time was just a matter of a flash. Chongzhen, who had not figured it out, asked curiously: "What a small thing? Let me tell me."

Wen Tiren observed quietly and found that Chongzhen showed no sign of anger and his face had not changed. He calmed down and replied: "Take your Majesty, take my Ming Dynasty as an example. There is a way of saying something different from ten miles to ten miles, and there are different customs in a hundred miles, let alone the world is so big."

After Wen Tiren said this, Chongzhen said in his heart that he had just thought things simple. When was the next life? TV, radio, what are there? Wherever you go to the world, don’t care whether you can speak local dialects. Anyway, it’s okay to speak Mandarin.

But what about the Ming Dynasty? After leaving the capital, I ran to Tianjin Wei. What do you think? Tianjin Wei can still know what you are talking about? If you run to Xuanfu area in Datong, or simply run to Sichuan, someone will probably think that this is a greeting to other people's family, and it is estimated that a murder case can be caused by a sentence.

But even though I understand, I always have to find a way to solve this problem. Even if there is no Mandarin, the Ming Dynasty still has Mandarin? I will try to promote it vigorously? Thinking of this section in my mind, Chongzhen said to Wen Tiren: "Well, it's because I have thought it simple. So, with Wen Aiqing's opinion, is it difficult to promote my Mandarin in Ming Dynasty?"

Wen Tiren smiled bitterly and said, "Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! Your Majesty, my Ming Dynasty's official language is not something that everyone can say. If we change to some remote and wild places, it is a matter of many people who can understand it. If we want to promote it, we must first have enough scholars to go to the county school, or even social school, starting with a boy, and teaching them to speak official language from novels, otherwise it will be just a matter of fishing for the moon in the water."

He was so mom! Chongzhen cursed in his heart, where did good things like TV, radio, tape come from at this time to help him promote the Ming Dynasty's Mandarin? Those guys who invented these things are still unknown, and they don't know whether they have reincarnation or not. Who do they expect? He was going to vigorously crack down on Confucianism, but this is still inseparable from Confucianism.

The guys from the Gongyang Sect are now two or three big cats and kittens, and they can’t count on them at all. However, if they have to rely on the Lu Ru team to do this, Chongzhen was extremely worried that these guys would be mixed with private goods, and then recite the wrong scriptures when they came down. Anyway, it’s impossible for a Confucian scholar to follow the Jinyiwei? The Jinyiwei didn’t have to do anything else, just staring at these guys can make them busy.

Chongzhen, who was struggling, heard Wen Tiren raise the second question: "Also, since Emperor Shi Huang's book and carriages and tracks, the weights and measures have long been unified. However, although the people now use 16 taels per kilogram, these 16 taels are large and small, three feet and one zhang, and zhang are long and short, and they are very unchanged. Material exchanges in various places are also limited."

Chongzhen blurted out unhappily: "Unify it, unify it." In a state of annoyance, he even said Fatty Ying in a novel "The First Chaos in History" I read in his previous life, and he almost had the same Xi'an accent.

Wen Tiren smiled bitterly and said, "Your Majesty, this matter has been done since Emperor Taizu Gao, but it has not been completely unified until now. The standards used by the people in various places are still very chaotic."

What he is not enough to describe Chongzhen’s mood at this moment is to add a word like Magji, which is probably not enough - it is very good to play in later generations. Ten millimeters are one centimeter, ten centimeters are one decimeter, ten centimeters are one meter, five hundred grams one liang, ten taels one pound, ten taels one pound, ten taels one pound, this thing is so easy to remember, simple and easy to deal with.

The Ming Dynasty is now using hexadecimal system that has been used since the pre-Qin period. Although this thing conforms to the basis rules of Yin and Yang Bagua, it is inconvenient to calculate. Damn it, no wonder the mathematics of the Ming Dynasty has not improved. I think the root of it lies in this.

Chongzhen said even more unhappily: "Change! In the future, you will need ten coins to be one liang, and ten liang is one jin. Whether it is between jin and jin or between sizes, you must subdivide it. Then, ten is used as the advance and sixteen is used as the advance. The folk calculations are quite unchanged, so this must be changed."

After saying that, he glanced at Wen Tiren meaningfully and said lightly: "Tomorrow's morning meeting, Wen Aiqing?"

...Wen Tiren's heart is so terrible at this moment. No one knows. It's true that you're doing this by getting Weichen out of the imperial prison? All the blame is to be taken by Weichen, right? This breaking system has been used for thousands of years. Your emperor touches his upper lips and says he will change it. People will not scold me Wen Tiren to death? Thousands of years later, I, Wen, are not as famous as the Qin official? I think that the charge of being charmed by the lord is to wash away the government.
Chapter completed!