Mu Tianbo is also in a difficult situation at this time. Zhou Mubai knew best. Since he ordered Zhao Wending to come out to fight for the foundation of the country, there would definitely be no good things. Mu Tianbo was really unwilling to take the lead for this insidious guy. But these officials had to be rescued. He was the chief minister of the cabinet, and these officials were also his descendants. If they were on the wall, they would definitely be questioned by others. Qingliu had to fight in internal conflict.

In desperation, Mu Tianbo could only stand up with his teeth and act as a gun envoy for Zhou Mubai: "Your Majesty, please calm down. Your dear friends are also worried about national affairs. Even if you speak inappropriately, the great truth is still correct. The emperor is the backbone of millions of people. But if the emperor does not have a crown prince, it will be a matter that will make the relatives hate and the pain will be happy. There is no mother of the country or crown prince in the country, how can we calm people's hearts? The emperor thinks twice."

Facing Mu Tianbo, Zhu Jun's anger dropped a little. In fact, he was clearer than anyone else. What the ministers said was nothing wrong. In this era of hereditary monarchy, it was indeed a very worrying thing for the emperor to have no son. Moreover, there was a secret report from the Jinyi Guard that there was already rumor that the Xinshi Emperor accidentally bumped into his lower body while fleeing to Myanmar, which turned into an absurd and nonsense rumor such as impotence.

The problem is that Zhu Jun is also very distressed, Empress, Imperial Concubine? At least you have to find someone suitable. Most women in this era are going to get married at the age of thirteen or fourteen. Zhu Jun, who has received modern education, really can't bear to play a game of a weird uncle with a little girl. Oh, Zhu Jun sighed too. In his mind, the two daughters of Qu Ci and Zhou Xueer are good. They are of good background and dignified. One is understanding and the other is cheerful and lively. However, they are too young, and the eldest, Qu Ci, is only less than sixteen years old. Although he is already graceful, Zhu Jun cannot say awkward when he thinks of the three words underage.

Boss Mu Tianbo stood up, and the other Qingliu bosses could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb. In a moment, Yang Side, the Minister of Dali Temple, the Minister of Rites, the Minister of Works, the Minister of War, the Minister of Personnel and others stood up one after another and said together: "Please take back the emperor's will. The Central Palace will establish the foundation of the country and safeguard the people."

The Hulala Hall suddenly knelt all over the ground, and almost all the officials participated in it, and said loudly: "I'm going to discuss it!"

Zhu Jun sat back on the chair dejectedly. From ancient times to the present, the land rights of the Emperor of Ming Dynasty should be the least in history. It is said that the ruler of the land is the king's minister, but the ministers also have the right to compete with the emperor. In the face of the so-called righteousness, it is difficult for the emperor to compete with these guys who are proud of the court.

Emperor Zhengde wanted to travel to Jiangnan. All officials dissuaded him, and 168 people slapped him and killed fifteen people. In the end, Zhengde had to give up.

Emperor Wanli wanted to change the crown prince and make the concubine's son the crown prince, but all officials dissuaded him, but Wanli stopped fighting. Instead, he played on strike. He did not attend court for decades, nor did he read the memorials of the ministers. In the end, Wanli did not make trouble, and still did not let the beloved prince inherit his throne.

There was a Ming Dynasty. All the scholars and officials were more courageous than Zhao Zilong who had taken guns and medicine. They killed one by one, and there were dozens or hundreds of people behind them who stretched their necks to wait for their turn. Whoever insulted the emperor was the most vicious minister, who was loyal and upright, would be recorded in the Qing history. If you flatter the emperor, even if you get a high official and generous salary, you will be despised. Unless you are thick-skinned enough, you will have to leave and be scolded by others.

In the Ming Dynasty, when the public flattery of the emperor in the court would usually become the target of public criticism in the court the next day. Countless impeachment memorials will reveal that you are suspected of being charmed by the emperor, and your clever words are rare. In the past, Emperor Taizong of Tang had Wei Zheng and the country was ruled, while Emperor Xuanzong used Li Linfu and the country was declining. He also asked the emperor to be close to the wise ministers and stay away from villains. As a result, you flattered the emperor and offended the ministers. From then on, you should not be a human being, because scholars all over the world scolded you.

Therefore, Zhu Jun knew that such people would not be able to accept the fight. The more you hit him, the happier he would be, the greater his reputation, and the whole family would be glorious.

It was easy to implement the ordinary court discussions, and the national policy was also decided by the emperor. However, once the foundation of the country and the status were involved, the Qingliu people transformed and were immediately possessed by Rambo, invulnerable to swords and guns, and never ended.

"Cough cough..." Zhou Mubai realized that it was time to appear. He coughed softly, alleviating the tension in the court, and said: "Your Majesty, I think that the matter of the foundation of the country is urgent, so please think twice."

Zhou Mubai changed his subject when he said this: "But since he was the queen, of course he had to choose the emperor himself. If he had someone he liked, he could be appointed as the imperial concubine first. If he could give birth to a prince for the emperor and then be appointed as the queen, the officials would have no worries. The emperor would have more care in the inner palace and manage the affairs of the harem for the emperor, which also made the emperor less concerned."

Zhou Mubai's abacus was a thumping sound. The emperor wanted to establish a concubine. His niece and Qu were naturally popular candidates, but there was only one queen. Qu was a martyr and had a very good reputation in the court. His father favored the country with his body, and scholars in the world admired him very much. Therefore, if he directly established the queen, Qu was fully qualified. Although Xueer was the niece of the Grand Secretary, he fell into the lower class in terms of his life and virtue. The virtue here was not the virtue of a woman, but more of the virtue of a family. Most people firmly believe in the principle that a famous family would produce a lady. Therefore, Zhou Mubai simply inspires the emperor not to establish a concubine first and then establish a concubine first. Then it depends on whether Xueer can be successful in her or not. Whoever is the prince will be the queen. Compared with Zhou Mubai, this is the most advantageous method for him.

"Well, what you said is not completely unreasonable." Zhu Jun planned to delay time and drag the girls in the palace into big girls before talking. Zhu Jun made a meditative look. Seeing that the temperature was almost done, he said casually: "It would be better to establish a concubine. Let me choose one well and wait until the construction of the Chidao is completed. Well, leave the court! I am tired, go back to rest."

Zhu Jun left in a hurry as if he ran away, leaving only a group of officials who were both smiling with a hint of victory and a little anxious.

No matter what, the emperor at least surrendered, and the officials finally found the feeling of victory.

Mu Tianbo coughed lightly in front of everyone: "Everyone is gone, the Ministry of Works should hurry up, Chidao should be built as soon as possible. The emperor has not had a wedding for a day, and everyone has no confidence."

If the Minister of Works did not say a few bold words at this time, he would probably be drowned by his colleagues with spit. If he had completed the work, he would have a wedding. One day he would have a prince, and one day he would have a crown prince, and one day he would have a capital. This matter of the country would have fallen on your shoulders, as the Minister of Works.

The Minister of Works rolled up his sleeves and stood up, saying, "Mr. Mu, please feel free. The minister will ask for an order tomorrow to inspect the progress of the provinces. The construction period must be reduced by a lot. It is just that the work has to be carried out day and night, and more craftsmen must be recruited. There is still a lot of money missing."

Everyone turned their attention to the Minister of Revenue, who was in charge of money and grain. The Minister of Revenue's face was already red and he said loudly: "Chidao is a major event that benefits the country and the people. Now it is related to the foundation of the country. How much money does the Ministry of Works need? Even if you write a list, you can pay as much as your official capacity."

"Mr. Wang said it well." Everyone was full of praise.

The next day, the Minister of Works of the Ministry of Works issued a statement to Zhu Jun and asked to inspect the construction of roads in various provinces. Zhu Jun approved the report that the Minister of Works of Works, who was in his fifties, only brought seven or eight Zao Lis and did not make sedan chairs. He rode a fast horse to various provinces and monitored the progress without stopping. It is said that the Minister of Works of the Ministry of Works of the Ministry of Works of the Ministry of Works of the Ministry of Works of the Ministry of Works of the Ministry of Works, had no record of closing his eyes for eleven hours, and fell from the horse halfway. The old bones almost fell apart. Fortunately, they were supported by Zao Lis. The Minister of Works of the Ministry of Works pointed to the distance and shouted: "I am fine, please don't stop when I wait. Go and get a rattan chair for me. It's important to continue on the road."

Lord Shangshu's spirit of bowing down and being willing to be a cow immediately infected engineering construction officials in various provinces, and the Chidao project was in full swing and continuously speeding up the progress.

In Haidu City, the Fengtian Development Zone Yamen was officially established, and the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet Zhou Mubai was personally in charge. All the tribute students from Xinxue Academy came out of the college to serve as Zaoli, and the great scholars of Xinxue were also arranged to be in charge of various departments. This time, Xinxue intends to let corrupt scholars take a look at the power of industry and commerce.

Soon, hundreds of Xinxue tribute students began to go to various cities in the nine provinces. First, they posted notices of the development zone at the gate of the city, and then they recruited people. They had the title of tribute students on their heads. If they wanted to visit the homestead of a gentry landlord, someone would immediately greet them.

The tribute students began to visit the landlords and gentry one by one, repeatedly explaining to them the necessity and profit of opening workshops. These tribute students who debated with other schools on weekdays were erotic, from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to the present Shenwu, and repeatedly cited indirectly, repeatedly explaining how to open a workshop was a means of glorifying the ancestors and accumulating money. Every visit made the owner listen and nodded. Although these Burmese gentry also read poetry and books, most of them were artificers. Those who were in front of the villagers could still get over there. They immediately lost their momentum in front of the tribute students. The tribute students could talk endlessly for an hour or two at a time. Then they would drink tea to moisten their throats and ask the owner, "Do you understand?"

"I understand, understand!" This is the first answer from the squire.

"So are you planning to open a workshop in Fengtian Development Zone?"

"This...this is it." The gentry began to hesitate, and their answers were mostly surprisingly similar: "It's better to discuss this matter calmly, and I'll talk about it in a few days."

The gentry can accumulate a certain amount of wealth, not the kind of person who listens to the ardent blood and spends money to invest in the workshop. Everyone understands that although the tribute student sounds good, no one knows what it is. It is better to let others do this first. When they make money, it will not be too late to do it themselves.

The tribute students changed their faces, they said goodbye immediately, and then rushed to the next house.
Chapter completed!