Chapter 282: Wait, wait for the sun to set; wait, wait for the world to change

It is widely rumored among the people that the "Ming" in the Ming Dynasty comes from the Manichaeism (Ming Sect). In fact, this is nonsense. Prohibiting private associations among the people and beheading evil spirits is actually a consistent tradition of the Central Plains, just a management method to maintain stability. In fact, if one really wants to trace the source, it is still because the Yellow Turban Rebellion of that year caused too much trouble, so the Central Plains dynasties were particularly strict in their management of religion.

Where exactly does the character "Ming" in the Ming Dynasty come from? Is it the "Little Ming King" who was drowned in the river? Or the Manichaeism of the Zoroastrians, or the "Fire Virtue" of the Five Elements Theory?

In fact, it is very simple. It comes from the *I Ching*: "Great is the Qian origin, all things rely on it for their beginning, and it governs the heavens. Clouds move and rain spreads, and all things take their forms. The Ming begins and ends, the six positions are completed in time, and the six dragons are ridden to govern the heavens."

The implication is that the hundred-plus years of Hu Yuan rule have ended, and light has arrived. "Ming" means sun and moon, running in cycles and living as long as heaven and earth. It also hopes that the national fortune of the Ming can be as long as the sun and moon, becoming a part of the world that exists as a matter of course like the sun and moon.

This is the origin of the Ming Dynasty's national title.

Xu Jie did not dare to get involved with the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong" because he knew the severity of it. When the court had not completely lost its administrative power and the imperial power of the Ming Emperor could still touch every corner of the Ming, participating in such prohibited things was a way to seek death.

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang lived in the Xu mansion, which had no gate, with his guards. He said he would give Xu Jie two days to pack, so he gave him two days. For a prominent family as large as Xu Jie's, moving the whole family to the capital region was a major event. Dissolving the household slaves, taking all the silver, and selling the land—ten days or half a month was extremely fast, and half a year or a year was normal. Moving for a large family was never simple.

And the two days Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang gave were just for Xu Jie and his family to pack their luggage. Everything else was left to Xu Jie's second son to handle in Songjiang. It would be fine to arrive in the capital region within the year.

"Pass the order down: no one is allowed to take off their armor. Keep weapons within reach. Do not eat or drink anything in the mansion. Be careful in everything," Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang said very seriously to the battalion commanders.

"Understood!" Several battalion commanders began to pass the order down. Clearly, Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang had made the worst preparations.

These two days were neither long nor short. If one wanted to do something, two days was just right. Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang was also waiting for Xu Jie to make a move. He didn't think Xu Jie would obediently surrender. Just the methods Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang thought of were many.

The first method: hire common people to cry and wail in front of the gate, expressing their reluctance and blocking Xu Jie from moving to the capital region. As the Emperor's claws and teeth, Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang could beat up the powerful and wealthy, but he couldn't beat the common people. Using the people to hold oneself up has never been a rare trick since ancient times.

The second method: join forces with other wealthy households in Songjiang to rescue their Xu family, using the rhetoric of "if the lips are gone, the teeth are cold." The today of the Xu family is the tomorrow of yours. The wealthy households of Jiangnan collude to form a combined force, running around to resist the court's punishment.

The third method: collude with sea bandits to attack the guards from inside and outside. The guards' knives were sharp weapons to force Xu Jie to make a decision immediately. As long as the sea bandits attacked and the guards were attacked, the Xu family could win precious time. Xu Jie could do many, many things in this time.

The fourth method: simply poison or drug them, tear off the mask, and kill until heads roll and blood flows into rivers. Relocating to enrich the capital region is a dead end. Fight to the death. If they can win, then just hoist the sails and go to sea. Can the Ming Emperor still find their Xu family in the vast ocean?

The fifth method: be hijacked by bandits or the Cao Gang on the road, with the navy soldiers escorting them turning a blind eye, and report to the court that the entire Xu family was killed during the relocation.

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang made countless plans, but didn't wait for any movement. Everything was calm. Xu Jie was really packing his luggage. On the morning of the third day, Xu Jie led his family and began to head north.

Nothing happened, which made Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang a little strange.

Xu Jie had countless ideas in these two days, but after thinking about it, he chose to compromise. He didn't make any moves and left quietly.

The reason why Xu Jie was so honest was that Xu Jie had completely figured out one thing: Zhang Juzheng was his student, so when Zhang Juzheng was there, the court absolutely couldn't use lethal force. But Zhang Juzheng was now in mourning, so if he, Xu Jie, made even the slightest move, he would die without a burial place.

This was one of the reasons why Xu Jie was honest. Doing nothing could still save his life; doing anything would easily invite the court's thunderous wrath. Zhang Juzheng had sufficient reasons not to speak; he was in mourning and didn't listen to anything outside his ears.

And the fundamental reason for Xu Jie's compromise was that he discovered the little Emperor was young, but he played his cards extremely well.

The card of Zhang Juzheng's mourning was played brilliantly by the little Emperor. The Daoist Emperor wasn't that he couldn't fight Xu Jie, but that he was too lazy to fight. The Daoist Emperor in the late Jiajing years had long since lost his ambition, just muddling along, dealing with things, and getting by. It was enough.

Xu Jie's decision was extremely painful. He actually wanted to do something, but he didn't dare. Xu Jie was such a person. He had always been planning, not a very radical person. Facing Yan Song, Xu Jie, as the leader of the "pure stream," still acted on the same stage for more than a decade.

In a feudal imperial country, in an order designed around imperial power, if the Emperor really wanted to make things difficult for a subject, to make things difficult for a specific person, it was as easy as turning over his hand.

On Xu Jie's body, the weakness and compromise of scholars summarized by Zhu Yijun were fully displayed.

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang sent the Xu family to the post station, watched the Xu family leave, then tidied up his military appearance, and went to the next family. Those worth the Commandant personally coming forward to persuade were all top-tier wealthy households in the Southern Yamen.

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang's second target was Wang Xijue's Wang family.

Wang Xijue committed suicide, Wang Xiangu was missing because of the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong" affair, and Su Quan was captured by the Emperor and sent to the Jiekuyuan. Now Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang led his guards to the Wang family of Taicang, wanting to force the Wang family to leave their hometown and head to the capital region.

Nanyuan, the number one famous garden in Jiangnan that Wang Xijue spent ten years building.

When Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang led the guards to Taicang, it was already the end of the first lunar month, almost the second month.

"In the third month of fireworks, go down to Yangzhou." The wind in Taicang in the second month was still very strong, but there was warmth in the wind. The willow trees by the road began to sprout, and among the fields, countless common people carried hoes and began a year of hard work.

"A year's plan starts in spring." The hardworking Ming common people, with the arrival of the spring breeze, began to sow the seeds of hope, praying to the spring god Jumang for favorable weather.

After staying at the post station, Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang pondered a little about the recent major cases in the capital. His sense of smell was very keen. Wang Xijue's legitimate son was named Wang Heng, while Wang Xijue's son by a concubine was named Su Quan.

According to Su Quan's confession, Wang Xijue knew nothing about this son by a concubine, but judging from the names, Wang Xijue was obviously very clear about this child—"Quan" (power) and "Heng" (balance). Wang Xijue was very clear about Su Quan from the beginning. Did Wang Xijue also know about the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong" that Wang Xiangu and Su Quan were tossing about? Was Wang Xijue even pushing the waves behind the scenes?

This was a tough bone to chew.

Xu Jie might have had dealings with the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong," but the Wang family of Taicang was the mastermind behind the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong."

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang's intuition was very keen. He sensed the smell of a conspiracy because soon, the guards began to encounter ghosts—either ghost shadows flashing in front of the dry toilet, strange noises appearing in the room, or sudden chills felt.

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang led this group of guards, most of whom were selected from the "Night Scouts" to the Embroidered Uniform Guards and entered the Southern Zhenfu Division. These people had come out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Some had eaten snow on the northern grasslands, and some had eaten snakes raw in the deep mountains and old forests. They themselves were more terrifying than evil ghosts.

If there really were evil ghosts, they would inevitably have to walk around them. One look would probably scare their souls away.

A ghost drifted past the dry toilet and was immediately pinned down by the guards on the spot. The guys who made various noises were caught red-handed by these guards who were good at exploring news. They even found a tunnel in a dry well and used smoke to drive out six "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong" priests.

For the priests, the means they relied on for survival were easily resolved by the guards.

"Playing gods and ghosts!" Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang looked at the arrested criminals, sneered, and had them all detained. And Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang clearly knew that this was just the beginning.

Just as the sky was beginning to brighten, Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang, who was sleeping against the wall, slowly opened his eyes because the footsteps of the sentry on duty were approaching. Someone was approaching. Even if the other party was extremely careful, they were still discovered by the guards.

Soon the guards understood the other party's identity: sea bandits.

A fierce battle broke out at dawn without warning. The sound of shouting filled the world. The sea bandits who came to sneak attack didn't expect at all that they would run into such monsters. These were human killing gods. These people had firm wills; otherwise, they couldn't have survived the wind and snow of the frontier. These people killed like hemp; on the grasslands, they needed to kill every enemy they encountered. These people were agile and brave, harvesting lives between their movements.

The six hundred guards were quickly awakened, and the war—or rather, the massacre—began.

The guards harvested the lives of the enemies with meticulous coordination, without any mercy. This was a ruthless killing machine. They would kill all enemies pointed at by His Majesty's sword.

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang led the guards without cleaning the battlefield or stopping, heading towards Nanyuan, only sending fast horses to Songjiang Town to ask the Ming navy for reinforcements.

As the Southern Yamen Commandant and a subject, Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang had actually always found it hard to understand why His Majesty wanted to deal with the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong" so cautiously. In his eyes, as long as His Majesty gave the order, he didn't even need the Southern Yamen navy to take action; the six hundred people in his hands were enough to completely eliminate the other side.

The "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong" seemed to have a large number of people, sitting on one hundred thousand believers, but among these believers, how many were die-hard people willing to live and die with the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong" and Wang Xiangu?

His Majesty just needs to give the order, and the rest of the work can be left to the subjects to worry about.

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang had been waiting, waiting for His Majesty's order, waiting for His Majesty to let him crush the enemy head-on. After receiving the order to act as he saw fit, Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang began his attack.

The influence of the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong" was very far-reaching. For example, in the Tianqi years, it even had a relationship with the "Nine-Thousand-Year-Old" Wei Zhongxian in the palace, the White Lotus Sect that ran through the entire Tatar Qing Dynasty, the Cao Gang that entrenched itself on the Grand Canal, etc. They couldn't be said to be disciples of the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong," but they definitely had thousands of threads of connection.

Such a huge sect was vulnerable when Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang launched his attack.

Just a mob.

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang completely broke the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong" in just one hour. The lair of the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong," Nanyuan—the manor that even Wang Chonggu had to sarcastically say was too luxurious—was a mess.

Wang Xiangu and her disciples were all captured, and Wang Shizhen happened to be in Nanyuan and was captured together.

"Last year we were still colleagues, this year we meet like this. It's sigh-inducing." Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang looked at Wang Shizhen, who was detained in shackles, and brushed the dust off his Confucian robe. When Wang Shizhen was fleeing, his long gown tripped him, and he fell several times, being captured in a very indecent and humiliating way.

The long gown that couldn't be taken off was the reason Wang Shizhen couldn't run away. Confucian robes really weren't suitable for running.

"Let me go! I didn't do anything, why are you arresting me!" Wang Shizhen wanted to struggle, but the shackles were too heavy. Wang Shizhen, a scholar with no strength to truss a chicken, had no ability to break free at all. Wang Xiangu didn't have any immortal arts either, at least not when facing this group of evil stars, the guards.

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang thought for a while and had the guards pull Wang Xiangu out, saying: "Wang Shizhen, why are you so obsessed? Have you seen the true face of this person clearly? She said she was pregnant with your child, and you believed it?"

"Let her go! Let go... you!" Wang Shizhen, who was still begging bitterly just now, immediately became incredulous. Wang Xiangu was indeed lying to him; there was no child at all. The belly that gradually swelled up was just a beautifully made padding, not a child.

Wang Shizhen was a *jinshi* after all, and immediately understood: Wang Xiangu was not pregnant. Saying she was pregnant was just to tie him down. As for how to end it when the month came to give birth?

Actually, it was simple. The "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong" was never short of children.

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang looked at Wang Shizhen and didn't know what to say. At such an old age, he was a dignified governor of a region, yet he was deceived by these Jianghu tricks. It could only be said that he was too clever for his own good, and ended up ruining his own life.

As a peer of Zhang Juzheng, for Wang Shizhen's various behaviors, the Ming Emperor also had to give some face to the "Old Ancestor of the Western Hills" when dealing with him. For example, Wang Shizhen was involved in the "Southern Yamen Strange Book Case," and the Emperor's disposal was just to dismiss him from office and return home to live in leisure. However, Wang Shizhen still didn't repent. This was self-inflicted. When the axe fell, he couldn't complain that the court was unkind.

"Take him down." Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang waved his hand, no longer babbling with Wang Shizhen. He had major matters to deal with. Believers were gathering outside the gate.

These believers weren't necessarily core members of the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong," but the disposal was very tricky. If not handled well, it would be civil unrest. A great merit, but if it caused civil unrest, Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang would be criticized by everyone in the court. Even if His Majesty was lenient, Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang wouldn't have a good end. The Southern Yamen's Tax Audit Institute had just taken shape, and it would become a mess.

Believers gathering must be handled with caution.

"What should we do? The believers are getting more and more numerous." The battalion commander also realized that something was wrong and said with some anxiety.

"Easy to handle," Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang said with full confidence.

"Easy to handle?"

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang smiled and said: "Hold an 'Ascension Assembly' for Wang Xiangu, let her ascend decently, and consider it fulfilling the wishes of the believers."

"Ah?" The battalion commander's eyes suddenly widened. His Commandant's idea was indeed something.

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang said happily: "Using their own way to treat them is the best method."

The Central Plains had a set of effective methods for breaking evil spirits, which was to expose them on the spot. At an Ascension Assembly, when Wang Xiangu ascended, choose to expose it on the spot, and Wang Xiangu's believers would naturally disperse.

Sects play with mystery. Once the truth is glimpsed, it cannot be maintained.

"What if Wang Xiangu doesn't cooperate?" The battalion commander still said with some worry.

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang said very definitely: "Go to the brothels in Taicang and find someone with a similar figure to Wang Xiangu. It's hard to find a three-legged toad, but aren't there plenty of two-legged people? I never intended to let Wang Xiangu perform herself. Wang Xiangu is a criminal and must be escorted to the capital immediately."

"Commandant is brilliant!" The battalion commander was convinced. Otherwise, why was Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang the Commandant? A turn of his eyeballs was an idea!

Wang Xiangu, Wang Shizhen, and the twenty-seven criminals of the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong" were not escorted to the capital immediately. Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang didn't go anywhere else, but stayed in Nanyuan and began to interrogate Wang Xiangu. He wanted to know the list of powerful and wealthy families behind the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong."

Wang Xiangu had to die, and these powerful and wealthy families also had to die. Being implicated, this was the specialty of the Embroidered Uniform Guards.

Wang Xiangu didn't want to confess yet, and Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang didn't use torture. After all, it was more than a thousand miles to the Northern Yamen. If she died on the road after being tortured, wouldn't he, the Commandant, have arrested her in vain?

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang didn't use torture, but that didn't mean he had no way. Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang simply talked about what he saw and heard in the Jiekuyuan, especially the fact that the guy Wang Jinglong was cut into thousands of pieces as teaching material, which had already been treated as a strange story.

"Whether you say it or not, you are going to the Jiekuyuan. I'm talking nonsense with you now to let you confess the people, so that you can have someone to accompany you in your bad luck. You don't want to be alone on the Yellow Springs road, do you? If you die, take someone with you as a cushion, right?" Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang persuaded Wang Xiangu to confess and tell him the people behind her.

Wang Xiangu's face was hesitant. The Southern Yamen guards were all transferred from the Northern Yamen by Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang, and most of them were from the Night Scouts, so they could be considered guest soldiers in the Southern Yamen, so they were extremely difficult to infiltrate. Confessing here wouldn't lead to being silenced by the powerful and wealthy.

"I'll say it!" Wang Xiangu finally decided to say it. If she died, these people couldn't have a good time either!

If you want to die, let's all die together!

According to Wang Xiangu's confession, the guards successfully found the account book that Wang Xiangu had hidden. Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang found this account book and discovered an interesting thing.

"You learned quite fast. The 'Six Books and One Account' of the court have all been learned by you." Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang flipped through the account book. The "Six Books and One Account" couldn't be faked. With income and expenditure, everything could be matched. This involved dozens of wealthy households, and these wealthy households were all on the list of people to be relocated.

The Southern Yamen's clearing of land and returning it to the people seriously damaged the interests of these wealthy households. The demands of these wealthy households were: I want the land, and I also want the profits from opening the seas. They specialized in "I want it all."

What was more interesting was that these wealthy households were also using the "Six Books and One Account" pushed by the court, and the accounts they made were extremely beautiful. Obviously, there were also accountants in the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong." Learning mathematics wasn't a loss. If you couldn't pass the *juren* or *jinshi* exams, you could also mix as an accountant, eating and drinking well.

Inspector Luo Bingliang Bingliang still remembered Zhang Siwei's embarrassed appearance. At that time, he was still in the capital, and Zhang Siwei was cheated by his shopkeepers, who occupied a lot of money. Obviously, it wasn't just Zhang Siwei who was embarrassed; the powerful and wealthy of the Ming Dynasty also had this pain point, and the "Six Books and One Account" accurately solved this problem.

But now, this "Six Books and One Account" had become the death warrant for the wealthy households.

"Heaven's way is cyclical; see who heaven spares."

Soon the account book and Wang Xiangu were escorted to the capital.

In the second month, the spring breeze was like scissors, cutting out flying willow catkins.

On the 23rd day, Zhu Yijun specially took Wang Yaozhuo to the Yicheng Earl's mansion. Wang Yaozhuo's identity was now the Ming Empress, no longer the palace maid with an unknown identity from before. Previously, everyone knew that the two Empress Dowagers favored Wang Yaozhuo, but when the Emperor didn't speak, it didn't count. After all, the one in charge of the Ming Dynasty now was Zhu Yijun.

"Calculate the days, Xu Jie should arrive at the Western Hills tomorrow," Zhu Yijun leaned on the grand master's chair and chatted with Zhang Juzheng very casually.

Zhang Juzheng looked at the Emperor's lazy appearance and couldn't help but hold his forehead. This was not the Ming Emperor who said one thing and meant another, who was dignified and whose words made the court officials not dare to breathe loudly; this was clearly a scoundrel who came to beg for a meal!

The wealthy households relocating to the capital would be arranged near the Yicheng Earl's mansion in the Western Hills. The one responsible for the construction was the Ming Minister of Justice, Wang Chonggu. This Vice Grand Secretary Wang did a good job with the construction. In order to reasonably collect silver, Wang Chonggu was very attentive to the construction of the capital region in the west.

Wang Chonggu built the city according to a city with a circumference of ten miles. This city had high walls of three *zhang*, and there were big wolves everywhere in the city. There would absolutely be no thieves or the like. It was a matter of safety. The wealthy households of Jiangnan would definitely feel at home here and honestly pay to relocate.

If they weren't willing to pay, it didn't matter; they would be sent to Liaodong to fend for themselves. Screening was happening all the time.

"Xu Jie actually didn't participate in the 'Zhixing Zhixing Heyi Zhong' affair. I'm still a little disappointed." Zhu Yijun was a little disappointed with Xu Jie. Wasn't he supposed to be daring? He didn't even dare to contact evil spirits, yet he dared to call himself daring?!

Zhu Yijun had no reasonable reason to kill Xu Jie, which made Zhu Yijun extremely disappointed.

"Xu Jie guessed His Majesty's thoughts, so he didn't dare to act rashly. He is old and has retired for ten years," Zhang Juzheng shook his head and continued to plow the land. He was planting sweet potatoes, which were good things for the people. New policies emerged one after another, but these base scholars didn't notice one thing that the Emperor had insisted on from beginning to end: being close to agriculture.

Sweet potatoes had blossomed all over the Ming Dynasty, and the promotion of sweet potatoes by the court had also been included in the *kaocheng* (performance evaluation) after the third year of Wanli. Sweet potatoes were a godsend for famine relief. Their significance was that they could be planted even in desolate places. This was one of the trump cards for the Emperor to do whatever he wanted.

The Ming Dynasty was like this: as long as the common people didn't rebel, the powerful and wealthy couldn't rebel.

The Ming Emperor actually had two foundations: one was agriculture, and the other was revitalizing the military. All new policies were established on this premise.

This is the root.

"The base scholars in the court oppose the new policies, but they have no strategy. Acting like this, how can they oppose the new policies?" Zhang Juzheng inserted the potato seedlings diagonally into the field and poured a ladle of water.

"If it were the teacher who wanted to oppose the new policies, what should be done?" Zhu Yijun turned over, staring at Zhang Juzheng with burning eyes. He really wanted to know, if Zhang Juzheng were the enemy, what would Zhang Juzheng do?

"Actually, it's simple," Zhang Juzheng's hand movement paused, and he said with some hesitation.

"Simple?" Zhu Yijun frowned.

"Yes, simple." Zhang Juzheng stopped talking. He didn't want to teach the Emperor these bad things. After all, as a teacher, these things were dirty and hard to speak of. However, His Majesty was the monarch of the Ming, and he had to face these dirty things. He thought for a long time before opening his mouth: "The things they do are all useless work. To oppose the new policies, one should instead comply."

"Double it?" Zhu Yijun asked suspiciously.

Zhang Juzheng shook his head and said: "No, it's just compliance. Not superficial compliance. The method of doubling it doesn't always work."

"Secretly doubling the execution to destroy the new policies—facing a monarch who holds the power of prestige and punishment, doubling it will really lead to death. His Majesty is not a soft-hearted person. I heard that the priests captured by Vice Grand Secretary Wang will have more than three hundred heads fall, and Luo Rufang also committed suicide."

His Majesty really kills. The method of doubling it is not necessarily useful.

"Then what does the teacher mean? Just comply with the court's government decrees?" Zhu Yijun asked suspiciously. Since it wasn't the tyrannical method of doubling it, what did Zhang Juzheng mean?

"Actually, it's simple: just wait. Wait for me to die, wait for His Majesty to lose his ambition, wait for the trend of the times. The new policies have the trend of the new policies, and opposing the new policies also has a new trend. The new policies are to save the nation from subjugation. After five years of peace, people have gradually forgotten the difficulties of the past. In a few years, someone will say, 'Why implement the new policies? Everything is very good. The Ming is peaceful and prosperous.' I will also become a sycophantic official," Zhang Juzheng said very simply.

It's actually four words: "Follow the trend."

When the new policies were first implemented, the national treasury was empty, and the expenditure could only last for three months. The Emperor's mausoleum was still in arrears by 110,000 taels. He had to change. "When poor, change; when change, pass; when pass, reach." After reaching, one would not be able to understand why the new policies had to be implemented. People walk and walk and forget why they set out.

Wait, wait for the sun to set.

"People are all like this. When they have it, they don't feel it's precious, but after losing it, they regret it," Zhang Juzheng hummed a little tune, his expression very relaxed.

Wait, wait for the world to change.

This is the only way for the powerful and wealthy families to survive. This kind of blatant opposition now is not a good response. It can only be said that in these years, the constant failure of administrative power has made these wealthy households a bit arrogant, having the heart to despise the court.

"Is the teacher not worried?" Zhu Yijun asked curiously. Since it will eventually be lost, why work so hard to do it?

Zhang Juzheng said with a full face of smiles: "Not worried. At least something was left behind."

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This is the only way for the families of the powerful and influential to survive; the current blatant opposition is not a good response. It can only be said that in recent years, the continuous failure of administrative power has made these wealthy households somewhat arrogant, leading them to harbor a heart of contempt for the imperial court.

"Is the Master not worried?" Zhu Yijun asked with some curiosity. Since it is bound to be lost eventually, why work so hard to do it?

Zhang Juzheng said with a face full of smiles: "Not worried, at least something has been left behind."

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