In the third year of peace, the spring breeze blew through the north. The peach blossoms of the mountain temples in the west of Beijing are in full bloom, and the snow sea is fragrant in the Daming Palace. The scenery is picturesque.

In the Qinzheng Palace, Ning Yan, the son of Zhiping, sat on the throne and listened to the report of Jia Huan, a scholar of Wenhua Palace.

"Today, it has been three years since Chengping, and since the Yongxing period, since the reform of the university scholars, the national strength has recovered and is thriving. However, the country has accumulated shortcomings for a hundred years, and the contradictions have accumulated day by day, until it has to be changed. Please restructure.

The Military Aircraft Department was changed to a political hall. The Governor's Office of the Five Armies was changed to the Privy Council. Reform the official system of the six ministries, reform the imperial examination, reform education to open up the wisdom of the people, reform the national sub-prison, promote immigration, collect the personnel appointment and dismissal power of various political departments, collect commercial taxes, and reduce or exempt agricultural taxes. Improving the hukou system. Promote the quality of officials, increase auditing, and promote cultural development..."

Jia Huan's recitals, scattered and varied, about 30 pieces, nearly 10,000 words. As he read out word by word, more than a dozen important ministers gathered in the Qinzheng Hall of Daming Palace listened attentively.

This highly praised piece of music, which is known as the Zhiping reform in the history of the Zhou Dynasty, is a word that can affect the rise and fall of an industry and the ups and downs of a family.

Ning Yan, who was sitting on the throne, was sixteen years old at the time. After three years of teaching by Jia Huan, his eyes were opened. Although he didn't understand much, he seemed to see a huge picture unfolding in front of him: countless peasants, workers, and businessmen gathered into a boiling, surging tide of the times!

Jia Huan finished reading. The important ministers behind him: Yin Peng, the nominal ruling minister, Cai Yi, a scholar, Ning Ru, the secretary of the ministry, Hu Xuan, the secretary of the household department, Wei Yuanzhen, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, Li Si of the left capital, Ning Cheng, the minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the king of Beijing, the governor of the left capital, Shen Qian, the general of the conquest, Zhang Sishui, the general of Jinwu, and others all came out of the ranks, bowed down and said: "The ministers seconded the proposal." ”

Ning Yan raised his hand and said loudly: "Quasi-play." ”

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After the end of the king's recital, the Emperor of Zhiping left Jia Huan and invited the teacher to have a drink in the imperial garden behind the Yangxin Palace and enjoy the lakes and mountains in the garden.

Yuan Qi continued to serve as the companion of the Son of Heaven, and took the eunuchs and palace maids to set up the wine and food in the pavilion and quietly withdrew.

After taking his seat, Ning Yan raised his glass to Jia Huan and said, "Sir, the restructuring involves so wide and deep. I can't even see what the future holds? "In private, I didn't talk about the courtesy of the monarch and the minister. Only the relationship between teachers and students.

Recently, there have been rumors in Beijing that Mr. and his mother have an affair. It's just nonsense. He knew it very well.

Jia Huan took a sip of soft and delicious rice wine and said with a smile: "Anshi, now is an era of rapid advancement!" The general trend of history is like this, those who go along with it prosper, and those who go against it perish. In the future, with the development of productive forces and the opening of people's wisdom, it will become more and more difficult to govern the country. ”

This is also a Maslow hierarchy of needs. When the people of the world can't eat enough, let them eat enough, it is a good court. And when the productive forces develop and the people become rich, there will be other needs.

For example, the requirements for the living environment, the requirements for food safety, the requirements for the right to education, and so on.

Ning Yan put down his wine glass, nodded and said, "So, what Mr. often talks about is: work together." ”

Jia Huan smiled, "You are sixteen years old now, and you are only one or two years away from pro-government." For the sake of the hundred officials, you try to do it. "It's a matter of fame.

He will not be like Zhang Juzheng, who can't let go of the fruits of reform! Any reform will inevitably have repetitions and twists and turns. Because, only when you have suffered a big loss and received education will you choose the right path.

He had enough time to allow for repetition. He will allow the Son of Heaven to govern and make mistakes.

Ning Yan's heart perked up and said, "Yes, sir." ”

Jia Huan said with a smile: "Since ancient times, there is no rule that says: the Son of Heaven must not be in power until he is eighteen years old. After the marriage of the Son of Heaven, it can be. In the past few years, you have been with Shiying and Chi'er in Beijing, but there is a girl you like? ”

The queen of the dynasty does not have too strict rules, as long as the family background is innocent. On that day, if she is the daughter of the family, she will be given extra points. Because, the queens of the Ming Dynasty were all small jasper, and as a result, none of the queen mothers could be called to understand politics.

Mentioning this, Ning Yanjun's face was slightly red, and he said with a sigh: "The student doesn't know when Mr. Luo'er is going to marry Luo'er's sister?" ”

Jia Huan was slightly stunned. Immediately, he smiled at Ning Yan and said, "You kid." ”

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At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the heat in the capital gradually drops. The sycamores on the streets are all yellow. In the afternoon, in the courtyard of Sanssouci Hall, the sound of cicadas does not stop. It is difficult to be satisfied, and it is in vain to hate and waste.

In the study, Shi Yu Wenrui, the deputy capital on the left, was reporting to Jia Huan the results of his inspection to the west and Shu. There are some things that are difficult to say in the cantata.

In the elegant and wealthy study, Jia Huan walked out from behind the desk and served guests at the table, with the fragrance of tea.

Yu Wenrui was in his sixties at this time, and his hair was gray. He has a deep relationship with Jiafu. Sitting in the chair, he said bluntly: "Jia Xiang, the local government is quite unsuitable for the restructuring. The imperial examination system was reformed, and Shilin had many criticisms. As for the collection of commercial taxes, the people in various places are boiling with resentment. ”

Jia Huan chuckled and asked rhetorically, "Is it really a public grievance?" And not the grudge of the powerful? ”

Yu Wenrui smiled and picked up the teacup to drink tea. The level of peace and restructuring is very deep. You can't say it in a few words.

For example, Honglu Temple was upgraded to a state diplomat, translation and other affairs (Ministry of Foreign Affairs). Expand the Ministry of Officials (Middle-Group-Department) to dilute the authority of the Officials Wailang. Expand the authority of the household department, and have budget, audit and other positions. There is also a reform of the imperial examination system, in addition to the scriptures, the opening of clear calculation, natural science and other subjects. Officials are now required to take a state exam before they can take office.

Up to now, it has been implemented for nearly half a year, and all aspects and localities are running in and adapting. Reform is fraught with difficulties.

Jia Huan leaned slightly on the sandalwood chair, tapped the armrest with his fingers, and said with a resolute expression: "Brother Siyang, in today's world, there is not one place and one country in China, there are four seas and five continents, and great powers are competing with each other. At this time, my generation can't retreat! Take a step back, and there will be no place for future generations.

The government affairs of the dynasty have to be changed to the current situation. However, any reform will always harm the interests of a group of people. It's normal to have complaints and noises. Newspapers should correctly guide public opinion. ”

Yu Wenrui said with a smile: "Jia Xiang, guide public opinion, you have to talk to Xiao Kai about this issue." ”

Restructuring of the peace and order. The status of the General Secretary has declined. Only the function of archiving the piece remains. The chapters of all parts of the world are directly connected to the six ministries, the Privy Council, and the political hall. Pravda, which is under the sole jurisdiction of the General Administration, has great power. Since Jia Huan became the prime minister, his father Jia Zheng stepped down as a political envoy. Xiao Mengzhen served as the political envoy and the editor-in-chief of Pravda, and mastered the mouthpiece of the world.

Jia Huan said with a smile: "The Metropolitan Procuratorate also has the responsibility of guiding public opinion!" ”

Yu Wenrui smiled and nodded. After chatting for a few words, he remembered something and said with a smile: "Jia Xiang, in the past few days when Xia Guan returned to Beijing, he heard that the Son of Heaven liked Jia Xiang's daughter." What does Jia Xiang mean? ”

Jia Huan smiled when he heard this, "I'm also worried." Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren. Let it be as it pleases! ”

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Jia Huan and Yu Wenrui said chic when they met. When I talked about it with my wives and concubines in the evening, it was much more solemn.

Sanssouci is the landlord, and in Daiyu's courtyard, the lights are bright. In the room full of bookish atmosphere, Jia Huanzheng and his wife Daiyu were talking about it. Purple Juan, the two of them served on the side.

In the early autumn season, Daiyu sat in a chair under the window, holding a volume of Li Taibai's poetry collection, and flipped through it casually with Jia Huan.

She wears a light white landscape embroidered cardigan, with a graceful figure and a bright demeanor. The bookish and elegant atmosphere sets off the transcendent temperament that she has precipitated after experiencing the funeral. Like a fairy.

Daiyu couldn't hold back, and said softly: "Brother Huan, what do you think about Luo'er's marriage?" "She only has this one daughter, and she loves her very much.

Jia Huan hugged Sister Lin lightly, Sister Lin of thirty-four, she was still so beautiful. Under the lamp, the eyes are shining, and the beauty is breathtaking. He sighed lightly: "Feng'er, who Luo'er wants to marry, I am up to her." Shiying or Anshi, you can. ”

The Jia family has a girl who has just grown up, which has attracted the pursuit of talents in Beijing.

Daiyu nodded slightly. She is a sanction of free love!

Arranged by the attacker, Jia Luo'er, who was eavesdropping in the warm pavilion, couldn't help but be happy, but then heard her father's next words, her face was bitter, "But, what does she know as a thirteen-year-old girl?" It's not that you and I want to help her check it. ”

Daiyu said: "Brother Huan thinks so." In my opinion, the eldest sister said that the palace was a place to go. Luo'er went to the palace, and I couldn't rest assured. ”

Jia Huan smiled, "Big sister is talking about being a show girl." If Luo'er wants to marry An Shi, she will naturally be the queen! has a big sister in the palace, who can bully her? I think that the three palaces and six courtyards of the Son of Heaven may not be a good match. Shiying, it's easy to talk about it. ”

Daiyu's beautiful eyes slanted at Jia Huan, and her tender fingers pointed at Jia Huan's palm, and she teased wisely: "What if your disciple learns from you?" "Gongsun Jie is Jia Huan's protégé. The Academy.

is so talented, handsome and suave, the matchmaker has already broken through the threshold of the family. She cares about her daughter's marriage and knows it.

Jia Huan smiled awkwardly, hugged Sister Lin with both hands, and forcibly changed the topic, "Sister, it's time for us to rest." ”

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In the spring of the third year of Zhiping, the reform of Zhiping led by Jia Huan had a profound impact on the entire country. He is building, adding, and deleting imperial institutions according to the structure of the modern state.

Reform is full of difficulties.

However, what aroused great concern of public opinion was not the various matters in the reform, but the marriage of Jia Huan and Daiyu's daughter Jia Luoer. Zhiping Tianzi and Gongsun Jie both intend to marry the teacher's palm pearl.

Newspaper reports are endless. broke the news, and Ning Chi, the son of the eldest princess, reconciled the two senior brothers in the middle.

In the spring of the fourth year of Zhiping, Jia Huan's apprentice Gongsun Jie won the champion of the Zhongji Mao Branch, and he was the best in the world. And Jia Luoer and Zhiping Tianzi are engaged, and they will marry in the seventh year of Zhiping, ending this scandal and anecdote that spread all over the world.

It's autumn again. Ning Xiao was dressed in a white dress, in the ever-expanding Eldest Princess's Mansion, reading the internal reference news and pondering.

Zi'er was serving on the side, and seeing Ning Xiao's thoughts, she curiously glanced at the reference news: The factory in Jiangnan, after more than ten years of accumulation, has developed a steam engine. Although the performance is still unstable, it initially has the functions described by Jia Huan in the journal Science. Got a reward of $5 million.

"Ahh

At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door. After a while, I saw Ning Chi rushing in quickly, and said with a smile: "Mother, can you still sit still?" The Queen Mother went to Jiafu today to talk to her father about the details of Luo'er's sister's marriage. Senior Brother Gongsun is also there. ”

Ning Xiao raised her head, her bright Danfeng eyes glanced at her sixteen-year-old son, smiled faintly, and said, "What's all the fuss about!" When will your father's promise not count? ”

"Mother..."Ning Chi shouted, speechless for a while, his eyes dripped, and said: "Mother, it is rumored in Beijing that the Queen Mother has a personal affair with her father. It's not going to be any deal, is it? In his opinion, Senior Brother Gongsun is a humble gentleman and a better match than the Son of Heaven, who is always ambitious and full of words. I really don't know how Mr. picked it.

Ning Xiao glared at her son angrily, the phoenix-like step on her head swayed, and she put down the briefing in her hand, "Who is your father?" ”

Ning Chi playfully stuck out his tongue.

Has his father done less of an affair?

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East China Sea. After a violent storm, the flotilla of more than a dozen ships flying the Great Zhou Dragon Flag that had returned from Dongying breathed a sigh of relief.

After walking east for a few days, follow the coastline to Qinhuangdao. In the morning, a light rain began to fall in the sky. On the flagship in the middle of the fleet, Xu Cheng, the governor of Dongying, was on the deck, looking at Qinhuangdao, the vast sea, and his heart fluctuated.

In the autumn of the sixth year of Zhiping, Jia Huan sent a letter from Beijing, asking him to return to Beijing and serve as the secretary of the newly established Ministry of Communications. Entering the political hall is for the discussion of politics. Responsible for infrastructure construction, construction of the country's main roads, official roads. Later, the appointment of the government hall was issued. He set off and returned to Shenzhou.

Since the fourteenth year of Yongzhi, he was demoted from Beijing, and went through Liaodong Buzheng Si Zuobu political envoy, Liaodong Governor, Goryeo Governor, and Dongying Governor. After twenty-three years away from the center, he finally returned to fulfill his political ambitions.

"Father, it's raining. You pay attention to the body. Xu Yinglang came out with the old servant and put on Xu Cheng's robe.

It was his son who was sent by the imperial court to deliver the order.

Xu Cheng smiled and said, "Yinglang, do you remember the poem that Jia Huan wrote to his father?" Chanted: "The heavy rain falls on Youyan, the white waves are surging, and the fishing boats outside Qinhuangdao are blowing." I can't see an ocean, who do you know?

The past is more than a thousand years, Wei Wu whipped the whip, and there is a posthumous chapter in the east of Jieshi. The bleak autumn wind is now again, and the world has changed.

In today's world, the use of the steam engine has changed too much in just one year. Jiangnan is full of factories. Cloth is sold all over the world. Compared with the Yongzhi period, it is really a change in the world! ”

It is reported that the Ministry of Industry is developing a railway. Powered by horsepower.

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"Crackling! Cracking sound! ”

In the night sky, in the capital division, fireworks are continuous. During the Lantern Festival, fireworks merchants in Beijing made a lot of money. And the light market in the imperial city was reopened, and the Son of Heaven rejoiced with the people. A prosperous era in the year of the balance.

In the inner study of Sanssouci Hall, Jia Huan was alone in the study, contemplating. At this time, it has been ten years of peace. Forty-year-old Jia Huan has slightly gray hair on his sideburns.

"Bang!"

The sound of fireworks in Sanssouci Hall woke Jia Huan from his contemplation. Jia Huan walked to the window of the study and looked at the brilliant fireworks in the sky. Listening to the children's laughter, he couldn't help but smile.

During the period of autonomy, the dynasty consolidated its rule over Tianzhu and Siberia, and then, in the ninth year of Zhiping, a fierce naval battle broke out with the Western power Britain in the South Seas. The Zhou army occupied a favorable position, defeated first and then won, and won this battle of national fortune.

He was thinking just now, what kind of political system should be adopted to ensure that the Zhou Empire will prosper for two hundred years in the future?

He had in his mind the syllogism of "military administration, discipline administration, and constitutional government." At present, it should be a period of transition from military administration to political discipline.

The President's experience shows that democratic centralism is necessary.

Some of the books he had read in his previous life, and some knowledge of the individual form of government. A rough understanding of the situation, colliding in the mind. He was thinking.

"Knock, knock!" There was a knock at the door of the study. Jia Huan rubbed his sore skull, looked at the door in slight surprise, he told Sister Bao that he had to think of something and not disturb him.

The study room squeaked and pushed it open, and saw Qingwen coming up at the door, and said with a smile: "Third master, I heard that at the entrance of the lamp market, tonight's lanterns are extremely beautiful, do you want to take us for a walk?" ”

"We?" Jia Huan smiled when he heard it and repeated it.

Qingxiu Ruyi came up at the door, smiled prettyly, and said, "Third master, in addition to Sister Qingwen, there is also me." ”

Looking at the two maids, Jia Huan's heart softened and said, "Okay." ”

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In the past, Qipan Street, Lamp Market, Chenghuangmiao Market, Inner Market, and Chongwenmen were known as the most prosperous markets in Beijing. Today, the population of Beijing has long exceeded 3 million. There are about a dozen such bustling places in Beijing.

However, during the Lantern Festival, in addition to the imperial city, the lantern market outside Donghua Gate is the most lively. Erli long street, the flow of people shuttles. The lights are like a sea of lights, and the whole street is dotted like a dream.

From a distance, it looks like bright silk. Too many beautiful things! It shows the strength of the Zhou Empire.

Gao Zizhong took several guards and took care of them before and after. Jia Huan took Qingwen and Ruyi to wander around the stalls in the market. Loud human voices are everywhere.

Qingwen stopped in front of a shop on the side of the street, looking at the lanterns of different colors and patterns, and felt dizzy.

Qingwen pointed to a white hexagonal palace lamp and said, "Boss, give me this lamp." I want it. ”

The boss took off the lamp and said with a smile: "The lady has good eyesight." This is one of the most beautiful lanterns in our store. Look at this character. The picture above is a strange story written by Jia Wanping, a scholar of the current dynasty, thirty years ago: Ying Ning. An excerpt from the story is that Ying Ning met Wu Sheng by chance on the Shangyuan Festival. ”

"Third Master." Qingwen looked back at Jia Huan, in those beautiful big eyes, in this eye, there were endless styles, affections, and stories. That was the eighth year of Yongzhi, thirty-four years ago. She, Ruyi, and the third master depend on each other.

Ruyi smiled knowingly and said, "I didn't expect you to be a scholar, boss." To give! "Take out a hundred-dollar bill and hand it to the boss.

Jia Huan smiled slightly and gently held Ruyi's hand.

At this time, he is not a scholar of Jia University who is famous in the world, but seems to be a young man in a green shirt in the eighth year of Yongzhi, standing on this brightly lit street with his two pretty maids.

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night!

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