"Your Highness," Li Banghua asked, "This epidemic is coming in full force, and it is rare for a good doctor to fight against it. How can ordinary people prevent and treat it?" Although he had confidence, he did not believe that God would really give the prince face and let such a violent plague disappear in one go.

"I might as well say it directly," Zhu Cilang frowned slightly and said, "It is almost impossible to cure this plague." Although there is a record of successfully curing the plague in medical cases, it is better to save more people than to spend that effort. The two benefits are the greatest, and the two harms are the least. This is the creed that Zhu Cilang has regarded as the criterion in his past and present lives.

"However, I can control it and prevent it from spreading wildly." Zhu Cixuan glanced at Song Hongye, then turned to Li Banghua and said: "As long as the whole city is united, the epidemic will be controlled."

"The art of war says: Those who have the same desire as the top and the bottom win. The real difficulty in this sentence is that the people below may not be able to share the same desire as the top. However, the situation is different now. Who doesn't want to survive this harsh epidemic?" Zhu Cixuan continued: "Since the people below want to live and the public wants to save them, it is natural to have the same desire."

"Your Highness's words are deeply in line with the world's feelings and principles." Li Banghua was not flattering, but sincerely recognized the prince's opinion. He just heard the prince say that the disease was almost terminally ill, but he was a little disappointed after all. However, the prince said that it could be curbed, which was already a great blessing in misfortune. Hearing the prince use military tactics to solve the situation in front of him, the old minister's heart ignited another hope of victory.

"What I am afraid of is those incompetent officials who can't do things and can only be officials. Regardless of the lives and death of the people, they only put on black veils." Zhu Cilang slapped the table gently, his brows frowned.

"The serious ills in the officialdom are probably still above the crown prince's observation." As the chief of the Crown Chief, Li Banghua was extremely disappointed with the current officialdom. Although there are still ministers of integrity and loyalty, these people are so rare that they can no longer shake the century-long habits, and even more so that they can't shake the layers of gray chains of interests.

Just like the military pay of foreign troops, according to custom, the Beijing officials should share 60% of the money. Even when the enemy was invading, the chaos did not make any concessions at all.

The honest ministers could not do it, could the prince do it? Li Banghua remembered that before he left office, he had completely dismissed the evils of the Beijing camp, and almost broke the emperor with the entire officialdom. What was the result? In order to save his life, the emperor could only issue an order to live freely.

This leisure took ten years.

Ten years later, I am already old.

Li Banghua's heart was filled with depression.

"So," Zhu Cixuan lightly pointed the table, "I want to rule the officials with the army and fight against this great epidemic. Therefore, there must be regular soldiers facing the enemy, auxiliary soldiers clearing, Yuhou clapping, and secret spies on the road. As for generals, there must be those who dare to take charge, those who are calm and steadfast guarding the back, those who have the opportunity to plan and follow the crowd, and those who are upright and strict in rewards and punishments. What does Xiantai think?"

"Everything that the prince said is to the point of military strategy." Li Banghua knew that young people were full of energy and always thought of the world too beautiful, so how could it be so easy to actually operate!

"It's just wishful thinking, right?" the prince smiled.

"I think the key to generals and soldiers is to use their fingers as an arm, otherwise the various hindrances below will make it difficult to move forward." Li Banghua did not deny it.

"It is indeed as Xiantai said," Zhu Cilang said with restraint, "so I entrusted the matter of rectification of discipline and trusting rewards and punishments."

"I have been in Taiwan for a short time and I have been idle for ten years, so I am not enough to be the prince's trust." Li Banghua felt sad when he said this.

In the Ming Dynasty, the relationship was mixed, with masters, apprentices, classmates, classmates, fellow villagers, and party members. If they find the right relationship, officials will be at ease in the officialdom. If they find the wrong one, not only will they not be able to do anything, they may not even be able to keep the black shiny on their backs. As an old minister like Li Banghua, his master had long since retired, and most of his classmates were not there. In the same year, fellow villagers all needed a relationship of exchange of political interests. In addition, he had never supervised the party to preside over the talent ceremony, and there were no students.

Simply put, although he was a second-rank official, Li Banghua was a powerful official. This was also the characteristic of the Chongzhen year. Even the prime minister was a Jinshi who only entered the official position more than ten years ago. If he were placed in Jiajing and Wanli dynasties, he would not have been able to preside over an important department like Li Banghua, who lacked power, as a solitary minister like Li Banghua, who lacked power, would not have been able to preside over an important department like the Censorate.

Zhu Ciyang nodded slightly: "Xiantai is a well-established statement. What if the right to reward and punish Xiantai?"

"That depends on whether the rewards and punishments can make people moved." Li Banghua said.

The censors are officials with low status and power. The court wants these humble officials to take advantage of their future. As a result, the censors become gamblers and even mad dogs. They are the most dared to catch up and provoke trouble in the officialdom. Once they succeed, they will become famous and famous. Even if they fail, they are just small officials anyway. It is nothing to pack their luggage and go home to be a rich man.

For such people, whether it is to give money or add officials, it is not easy to get them moved.

"The reward cannot make him moved, so there is only punishment." Zhu Cilang's face sank: "Under the epidemic, no one can escape the powerful and noble people. If the censors do not know how to do things diligently, and when the disaster falls from heaven, even the saint of the national medical practitioners will not be able to save them. The truth of this, Xiantai must explain it clearly to them."

Li Banghua secretly wondered: Of course, I will not ignore these great principles, but why does the prince’s words sound more meaningful? Could it be that His Majesty gave the prince the right to be cheaper this time?

"Let them serve the food." Zhu Cixuan said to Tian Cunshan: "Everyone eat some together, there is still something to do in the afternoon. Xiantai, please behave in the army now, and let all the common etiquettes beside you first. Only when you have enough food can you work." He waved Tian Cunshan over and lowered his voice and said, "Let me steam two more bowls of cake under the kitchen."

After the eggs are evenly beaten and steamed for a moment, it will condense softly and smoothly as a cake. This kind of cake is best mixed in rice for older people to enjoy appetite and soothe throat.

"I'll go now."

Although Li Banghua was old, he didn't hear it clearly. The prince did not say that it was steamed for him, but it was obviously because he sat here that he temporarily added it to the kitchen. How could this meticulousness not move the old minister? Li Banghua remembered that when the emperor met the emperor, Emperor Chongzhen also asked Wen Yan about it, just like a relative. No matter which dynasty or generation such an emperor was considered a wise and kind lord.

But now, everything is unbearable.

Zhu Cilang closed his eyes slightly and calmed down. Because of his age, he was already a little tired.

As the prince, he had more than 150 taels of silver for food every month, just like the Wanli Dynasty.

Chongzhen's frugality was limited to the emperor himself and the concubines, and he did not save money on the crown prince. Sufficient nutrition and reasonable exercise made Zhu Cilang's health always very good. However, his physical fitness and energy were far from reaching the peak of his physiology. This is why, from the Tang and Song dynasties to the present, he had to be over 20 years old, otherwise he could not bear the complicated official duties at all.

——Did the Ming Dynasty rely on our house to support it?
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