Zhu Cilang had been considering this issue for a long time, but based on his previous understanding of the history of the Ming Dynasty, this issue was completely unsolvable. Because it was impossible for him to unearth the land to build houses for these man-made houses, and it was even more impossible for him to rob the family.

From this point, we can see that God loves bad children.

In contrast, those friends who traveled through bandits and warlords were really God's darlings. They were natural enemies with the gentry class. They could do whatever they wanted with the power permitted. Not only would they gain the loyalty of their subordinates, but they could also quickly expand their power and advance their own ideas.

As the prince, it's not possible.

Zhu Cilang has power and resources that ordinary people cannot reach, but he is also trapped in huge shackles. Politics is a game of compromise. Even if he is as strong as Chongzhen, he can only fight with civil servants as civil servants. If he wants to go barefoot, he will only be beaten by the entire scholar-official class.

This has been tried by the two emperors Jiajing and Wanli. Especially Jiajing, from the outside, he seemed to be among the top three powerful emperors of the Ming Dynasty, but if he really wanted to tell him frankly who the winner of the Jiajing era was, I guess the tyrant could only smile bitterly.

In addition, the emperor's will was actually drafted by the auxiliary ministers of the cabinet, so even if the civil servants had no choice but to be helpless during the emperor's death, they could still be so angry at the emperor's death. Whether it was for the power in his lifetime or his reputation after his death, the emperor was at a disadvantage, let alone the crown prince.

Zhu Cilang, who is always restrained, sometimes became fierce and even thought about smashing the wall and starting from scratch. Not to mention whether it is rational to give up the Ming Dynasty, a rotten ship with three thousand nails, Zhu Cilang calmly thought: he may not be able to conquer his younger brother with the spirit of domineering, and his younger brothers happened to be painters, but his abilities are comparable to those of top students in West Point Military Academy.

Moreover, in this chaotic era, if you walk out of the capital without escort, you will be likely to be kidnapped by bandits, be enslaved by the chaotic army as a coolie, or be captured by the Manchus as a baoyun slave.

Not everyone can escape danger, nor everyone has an extremely powerful halo of protagonists. Making full use of current resources and rules, weakening the external constraints on themselves, and achieving their own goals is the best choice. Just like a dance with shackles, once you think you can't do it, you will really lose.

Since shock therapy is almost suicide, Zhu Cilang can only be down-to-earth, focus on his own field, use all resources that can be used, win over all talents that can be won over, and prepare for the changes in the sky in nine months.

"In fact, these 50,000 people are all craftsmen and their families." Zhu Cixuan said without any concealment: "Although the emperor is wise, during this epidemic, nine out of ten families in Beijing may be empty. Once the thieves come, how can they defend them? Although these craftsmen are in a lowly house, the army's weapons and armor are all dependent on them, so they cannot let themselves go."

Although Zhu Cilang exaggerated the harm of the plague, he did not successfully break Shen Tingyang's heart and made him accept it. A family leader like Shen Tingyang often has hundreds of tribe members behind him, forming a huge circle of relations in the local area and even in the court. His words and deeds are not his personal likes and dislikes, but the decision of an interest group.

Of course, as the team leader, Shen Tingyang's personal decisions account for a large proportion.

After a little thought, Chen Tingyang asked carefully: "Your Highness, does Your Majesty have an oral order?"

The imperial edict issued directly by the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty was called the Central edict. Although it was simple and clear, it was easily contradicted by officials and even rejected by the Six Certificates. Even if the cabinet voted to recommend the opinions of the cabinet ministers, the imperial edict after the emperor's imperial pen and red criticism might be rejected. However, because the cabinet will do a good job in coordination in advance, the pass rate is relatively high.

The emperor's oral decree is an imperial edict that does not fall into words, and it is an imperial edict that can be slouched at any time.

Chen Xinjia, the Minister of War, who was executed in September last year, is a living example.

At that time, Chongzhen instructed Chen Xinjia to negotiate peace with the Manchus in private, but the secret letter of peace talks sent back to Beijing from the border was placed on the table by the Grand Marshal. His family mistakenly thought it was Tang Bao and sent a copy, and the ministers were upset.

Thinking about the Tumu Fort Incident, the emperor was captured by the Oirats, and the court officials of the Ming Dynasty refused to discuss peace and compromise. Moreover, the defeat of Song Jin did not really hurt the nerves of the civil officials of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, the matter was in a raging manner, with the mainstream of "not discussing peace, not paying compensation, not cede land, not submitting to tribute, and not paying tribute". Seeing this peace-making clause, Chen Xinjia was regarded as Qin Hui of the current era.

Chen Xinjia made such a big mistake, but not only did not know how to make up for it, but instead used it as a merit and made a big public, which undoubtedly caused a bucket of oil to be poured into the anger of Emperor Chongzhen. In addition, during the decision-making of the Songjin War, Chongzhen and Hong Chengchou both believed that they should make steady progress, but Chen Xinjia strongly demanded a quick battle, which led to the defeat of the Ming army and Hong Chengchou being captured and surrendered. Due to the accumulation of causes, Chongzhen was very shameless and beheaded Chen Xinjia for the crime of insulting the country with private money.

Chen Tingyang's oral order to ask the emperor was already extremely courageous.

Even if Zhu Cixuan gave a forged oral order, Chen Tingyang would consider walking forward in Chen Xinjia's blood.

Because in his opinion, even without this plague, the capital would definitely not be able to defend it. If there are any people in the capital who would be helpful to turning the tide, Chen Tingyang's view is consistent with the prince: a craftsman.

As for the other scholars and nobles, he would not care about how many deaths were.

First, he is not a nobleman, second, he is not a Jinshi.

"Your Majesty has no intention of moving south." Zhu Cilang did not deceive Chen Tingyang.

In this loyal and strong minister, deception is only a defilement of character. And unnecessary deception will only make people full of doubts about future interactions. Only cowardly people will choose this worst-case approach for the sake of temporary needs.

When Zhu Cilang heard Chen Tingyang ask His Majesty the oral order, he knew that he was willing to do this job in his heart, but he was a little hesitant about the proportion of harvest and threat.

"I believe that Wumei Gong can understand the significance of protecting these craftsmen to the Ming Dynasty." Zhu Cixuan said.

Chen Tingyang was born in the Shachuan Gang, and his importance to technical talents is naturally self-evident.

"This is justice." Zhu Cilang changed his mind: "As for personal gain... Although the administration of the Ming Dynasty was corrupt and many skilled craftsmen were occupied by wealthy families, the group of people with the best skills were still these craftsmen. The tricks accumulated by their ancestors from generation to generation are definitely not comparable to those of the farmers who became monks in the folk who had become monks halfway."

The craftsmen in the Ming Dynasty had separate household registration, which is called craftsmen. As long as they were in craftsmen, they could only be craftsmen in the country for generations, and they were more like slaves in the country than in the same military household.

This unkind system design was of course made by Emperor Taizu Gao, who wanted to simplify all problems, but because these vulnerable groups did not have their own speakers, no one was interested in paying attention to this issue for three hundred years.

"Your Highness is saying..." Chen Tingyang frowned slightly.

It is no secret that craftsmen who possess craftsmanship is no longer a secret, but a trend. Which wealthy family in Beijing has few craftsmen who have escaped? Speaking of these are all acts of poaching the country's flaws! Chen Tingyang listened to the prince's meaning, and there was a bit of "if they can occupy them, I can occupy them." Although there is no logical refutation, there is always a feeling of inappropriateness.

If others invade craftsmen, they take advantage of the public and the Tian family.

The prince invaded the craftsmen. Isn’t this the son stealing me?

After Chen Tingyang said this, he thought to himself: "I'm not a thief, my son stealing me, it's reasonable for the prince to really take it. But if I divide it from it, wouldn't I help the prince steal him?" Isn't this the crime of the father and son of the Tian family?

"Yes!" Zhu Cilang didn't know that Chen Tingyang was thinking awkwardly, and he thought he had met a smart person, so he could see through it at a glance. He solemnly said: "As long as you settle these craftsmen, you, Shen, can get the craftsmanship skills of these craftsmen for free in the future."

——Not to divide the craftsmen? But to divide the technology!

Chen Tingyang was stunned.

In this era, craftsmanship is passed down to daughters-in-law and not daughters, and it is never passed down. Many techniques that are in the bottom of the box are completely lost because they are too hasty in their lives. If they can get the manual tricks accumulated by hundreds of years, it will be like digging a gold mine!

"This deal," Zhu Cixuan smiled, "Would Mr. Wumei do it?"

Chen Tingyang was suspended in the air for a moment. From his original intention, even if the prince gave him nothing, he was willing to help the prince complete this important thing that was beneficial to the country. However, now the prince said it as a "buy and sale", but he dared not agree.
Chapter completed!