Fight the Giants

  Chapter 519 is not easy

   These days, ordinary people don't dare to dream of being able to read and write, and ordinary people can't afford it easily. I haven't even entered the bookstore.

  Publish a book? That was something I never dared to think about.

  Even if the children of rich families read and read from an early age, will they publish books? That is also something that great Confucians and great writers can do. Individuals also publish books, but those who can be put on the shelves of bookstores and sell so well, how many people can there be?

  Huo Nian's name resounded throughout the capital.

  In Zhang’s mansion, Zhang Jie was tormenting his mother, “Mother, I want to publish a book. I’m older than this Huo Nian. What’s wrong with me? I’m going to publish a book!”

  Zhang Jieer heard his father keep mentioning Huo Nian, not to mention his ears callused, it was like thunder, and he couldn't forget it.

  Besides, he could not tell the contents of the "Book of Encouragement", and was reprimanded by his father. He mentions other people's children every day. He is a little father-in-law, so he has to compare himself with others in what he does!

  Can others compare with him?

  If that Huo Nian can publish one travel book, he will publish three and five!

  When the time comes, the shelves of the bookstore will be filled with his books. I don't believe that the shopkeeper of the bookstore didn't give his father face.

   Mrs. Wu's headache was really caused by him.

  Although she doesn't have much ink in her belly, she also knows that not everyone can publish this book. This kid named Huo Nian came out of nowhere. He published a book at a young age, sold it, became very popular, and was rewarded by the emperor.

   Others don't know the inside story, but she does. The Duke of the State stared at Zhang Xie every day to make him improve, but she had inquired about it.

   "You haven't even been out of the capital, what kind of travel notes will you write?"

   "I don't care, I don't care, mother, I just want to publish a book, I want it!"

   Zhang Xie couldn’t see his father praising other people’s children every day and belittling him. Hmph, what a brat, he has nothing to compare to him!

"Your father asked you to recite the contents of the exhortation book, but you are familiar with it? I heard that the two in Anningbo Mansion and Pingbeihou Mansion could not recite it, and the emperor punished you. Do you want to lose your father?" face?"

   "I recite it. I recite it every day. Oh, mother, please help me. You can find someone to write it for me. Isn't it enough to sign my son's name when the time comes?"

  This is fine.

  Ms. Wu pondered for a while, and now I don't know why the Duke of the country asked Xie'er to be his son, but was sent back by the emperor. Could it be that Zhang Xie's reputation is not good enough? It would be good if he could save some reputation for his son.

   "Okay, mother will help you. But you haven't even been out of the capital, so don't think about travel notes. Let's think about how to make a fuss in the book of persuasion."

   "That's okay. Mother help me."

   "Okay, mother will help you."

  There are many people in the capital who think the same as Wu's, so soon all the major bookstores placed books written by the sons and daughters of the nobles and ministers in prominent positions.

  There are travel notes, policy theories, articles, poems, and boudoir books such as "Women's Precepts" and "Women's Virtue", on filial piety, women's words and women's virtues. Apart from men who want to gain fame, women from high families also want to be famous. Marrying into a good family is the best way out for them.

   Moreover, in all these books, the contents of the "Book of Encouraging Kindness" are prominently marked.

  The people in the capital were at a loss as to why this wind suddenly blew up, but would the nobles and ministers not know? These people are the best at trying to figure out the holy will.

  Suddenly, the bookstores were so busy that people were overwhelmed. The bosses of the bookstores responded to every request for books brought by the stewards, and they would not refuse any visitors. Didn't sell well, is that a thing?

  Every family held up gold and silver and begged to display the books of their young masters and young ladies, how could it be a loss? No, the shopkeeper of the book store can't wait for such a good thing to happen every day and every month.

  The lords and wives of each family will also bring books written by their children and give them to each other. The young children in the family also hold various tea parties frequently and give each other books they wrote.

  The news quickly reached the ears of Emperor Yongkang, and Emperor Yongkang laughed angrily.

   It's a good thing that he didn't order to reward that Huo Nian, otherwise the wind would be more than this, and it might blow even stronger. I'm afraid that not everyone takes money to publish books.

   Tsk tsk.

  He didn't care too much. It's just that Zhang Fu was called into the palace.

   "I heard that your parents have also published a book?"

   Zhang Fu fell to his knees with a plop. How could he not know what level his son was? Publish a book? He could read all the words on it, and he couldn't fall asleep for joy.

  When Mrs. Wu excitedly handed the book with Zhang Jie's name in front of him, he was so angry that he scolded the mother and daughter severely, and knelt down in the family hall for a day.

   "Your Majesty, I am guilty of failing to restrain the women and children in the family, so that they did such inappropriate things. I am ashamed of your majesty's trust. I will restrain them in the future."

  Emperor Yongkang was not angry, he just couldn't help but want to take a look at the blind Zhang Fu, secretly thinking about how he would react if he told him that he still had a son-in-law living in the market.

   I just can’t help but want to watch it.

  But I just don't want to tell him. He also wanted to see what the Zhang family would do with these two children, and he also wanted to see if Zhang Fu could be used.

The Tatars in the north, Oala, he must drive them back to the depths of the grassland, Mobei must have another war, Zhang Fu is a capable minister, but if he can even give up his own children, this person It is also unnecessary.

   "Zhang Aiqing,"

   "The minister is here." Zhang Fu felt uneasy and did not dare to lift his head.

   "Now I can consider why Jianwen wants to cut down the feudal clan..."

   Zhang Fu lowered his head even lower, can this kind of thing be said to a courtier like him? Sweat broke out on his forehead.

Emperor Yongkang relegated all his brothers because Emperor Jianwen wanted to cut down the vassal. He felt that Jianwen was ugly and didn't want to sit and wait for death, so he raised the flag of rebellion. When he sat in this position, he realized that the emperor was not Well done.

"Don't talk about anything else, let's just talk about the salary to be paid a year, 10,000 shi for the prince, 2,000 shi for the county king, 1,000 shi for the general of the town, and various orders... Taizu granted 25 vassal kings. There will only be more and more vassal kings, and there will only be more and more descendants..."

  The longer the dynasty lasts, the more princes and grandchildren will be. There will only be more and more money and food to be sent to the fief each year. One day it will become a heavy burden on the dynasty.

  Although he has only three sons, he still has more than a dozen grandchildren. These grandsons will have dozens or even hundreds of children and grandchildren. This is a huge expenditure.

   There are also various nobles and relatives.

   Zhang Fu didn't even dare to raise his head, what could he say? He is also a person who holds a hereditary certificate and receives three thousand shimi a year. What can he say?

Emperor Yongkang looked at Zhang Fu, who was kneeling at the bottom, with deep eyes, "Aiqing, it's not easy to be an emperor. There are so many royal relatives in the capital. If the children and grandchildren raised by the family are useless and worthless, you say the court Why spend so much money every year to support them?"

  Zhang Fu knelt down on the floor tiles: "I am afraid, I am ashamed. I must restrain the children in the family and urge them to make progress so that they can be used by your majesty."

   After a while, Zhang Fu heard the emperor on the Dragon Throne say leisurely: "Well, very good."

  A thin layer of sweat broke out on Zhang Fu's back. When he walked out of the hall, he shivered cleverly when he was blown by the cold wind. Gritting his teeth, Zhang Jie, you wait for me.

  Helping up Fu Chaoguan, the wind is blowing under his feet, and he rushes home.

  (end of this chapter)