Zhu Laosi and Dao Yan were not surprised by the sudden arrival of the Immortal Master and Taizu.

Because in the first class class, the Immortal Master had already announced that he would go with Taizu to inspect the implementation of policies in various time and space.

"Hmm."

After appearing, Lao Zhu nodded, and then sat down where Zhu Laosi was sitting just now. He took the tea on the table, poured himself a cup, and drank it all in one gulp. Although the hot pot box was delicious, it was

It's true that I'm a little thirsty.

"Master Immortal, please sit down."

Dad grabbed his seat, so Zhu Laosi naturally didn't dare to fart, so he quickly asked Ji Boying to take a seat opposite Lao Zhu.

"No need, stand-up meeting."

Ji Boying frowned slightly.

‘You shouldn’t eat this bullshit hot pot box from Hedi Lao.’

When autumn comes on September 8th, my chrysanthemums will bloom and the blood will look like flowers.

Standing by the window, Ji Boying clasped his hands behind his back, assuming a pose that looked like a fairy.

If he didn't sit down, Zhu Laosi and Dao Yan naturally didn't dare to sit down, so they could only stand aside respectfully.

"Back to Immortal Master, Master Dao Yan and I have indeed found some problems, but we have no good solutions."

"Please ask the immortal master to give me the magic."

Zhu Laosi's eyes were full of expectation.

The problem he mentioned was naturally how to solve the conflicts between the southern gentry and the north and the south.

Dao Yan took a deep breath and his ears immediately stood up to avoid missing any word.

"Let me ask you."

"You said that the southern gentry has restrained you, what is the core point of this restraint?"

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Laosi and then at Dao Yan.

In Ji Boying's view, it would be understandable if Zhu Laosi could not think of this, but Dao Yan could not think of it either, which is a bit abnormal and inconsistent with the title of prime minister in black.

After all, there are specialties in the arts, and Dao Yan is obviously better at formulating strategies than Zhu Laosi.

When this old monk gave Zhu Laosi a white hat in the temple, his skill in painting cakes was top-notch. Why now that the rebellion has been successful, his eating skills have declined.

"This..."

Zhu Laosi was stunned. He really hadn't thought about it so carefully.

"The constraints imposed on you by these gentry do not come from the decision-making level, but from the ruling level."

"The edicts from above are ineffective from below."

"It's equal to nothing."

"So, the problem you have to solve is how to make these gentry, who hold a large amount of national resources in their hands, willing to be loyal to you and implement the new policy you formulated into every corner of the empire."

After Ji Boying spoke, Zhu Laosi took another deep breath.

In fact, he has always been vaguely aware of the existence of this problem, but it is difficult to express this problem in detail.

But when it comes to the immortal master, no matter how vague the problem is, it can be stripped down to its cocoon, making it simple and clear in an instant.

Dao Yan next to him also listened with bated breath, ready to wait for the answer from the immortal master.

"Tell me what you two originally thought about this issue."

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Laosi and Dao Yan. These two people worked together every day. It was impossible that they had no idea on this issue. He just wanted to see if Zhu Laosi had made any progress.

Zhu Laosi and Dao Yan were both stunned, why did they ask questions?

Lao Zhu, who was sitting drinking tea, glanced at Zhu Laosi.

"Fourth, don't you have the answer?"

Zhu Laosi's heart pounded. He waved his hands quickly.

"Go back to my father, I have some."

"Master, you have always said that you have no chance to talk to the immortal master. In this case, the opportunity to answer this question is given to you."

Dao Yan was stunned and glanced at Zhu Laosi.

‘???’

‘Zhu Si, you don’t want to trick a monk like this! Buddha knows about it and will definitely punish you!’

Taking a deep breath, with the help of billions of brain cells exploding rapidly, the black-clothed monk finally spoke.

"Immortal Master, I have indeed discussed with His Highness many times the issue of the southern gentry. In the end, I feel that the following are the most appropriate ones."

"First, strictly implement the examination system for the southern gentry. Those whose completion rate is too low will not only have to be dismissed from their posts, but even worse, they will have to be imprisoned for questioning."

"Second, on the basis of the original reformed official salaries, further improve the salaries of the southern gentry."

"Third, promote some representatives of the southern gentry to official positions and even serve in the cabinet to set an example."

First give me a slap, then give me a date, and finally draw a big cake.

A common PUA method used by later generations of capitalists.

I have to say that what Monk Dao Yan said is very effective in most cases.

"Yes, the master is right. This is what we think and we plan to implement it nearby."

Zhu Laosi spoke repeatedly, looking subconsciously at Lao Zhu who was drinking tea.

This scene is very similar to a teacher’s home visit. The teacher asks questions to the students on the spot, and the father is waiting for the wonderful performance of the older boy.

If you get the answer right, you are a good son; if you get it wrong, you are a bastard.

"These methods are good."

"But, as long as Jianwen is still alive, all you have done will be in vain."

Ji Boying's words immediately stunned Zhu Laosi and Dao Yan. Even Lao Zhu, who was drinking tea aside, frowned at this moment.

"Brother, do you mean to kill Yunwen?"

Lao Zhu looked at Ji Boying and asked suspiciously.

Although Zhu Yunwen was still very young in Lao Zhu's time and space in the thirteenth year of Hongwu, and Lao Zhu did not have deep feelings for Zhu Yunwen, his grandson, after all, he was his own grandson and Biao'er's biological son.

Break the bones and connect the tendons.

There was a killing intent in Zhu Laosi's eyes, and he had no soft-heartedness toward Zhu Yunwen.

In the original history, Emperor Jianwen's two sons, the eldest son Zhu Wenkui, "disappeared" and probably physically evaporated.

The second son, Zhu Wengui, was imprisoned from the age of two to fifty-seven. When he was released by the Baozong, he could not tell the difference between a cow and a horse, and died in confusion.

Even Zhu Biao's descendants, Zhu Yunwen's brothers, did not end well.

The third child, Zhu Yunxi, abolished the confinement of common people and died in Fengyang Prison. The fourth child, Zhu Yunxi, had the same fate as Zhu Yunxi, while the fifth child, Zhu Yunzhen, evaporated due to an inexplicable fire at home.

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"If Jianwen is killed now, the situation will be out of control."

Dao Yan's sudden words instantly dispelled the killing intent rising in Zhu Laosi's eyes.

In fact, what the black-clothed monk said was correct.

The reason is also very simple.

If Zhu Yunwen died on the day when Jingnan City was destroyed, then Zhu Di could use all kinds of excuses to create the cause of death, whether he set himself on fire or committed suicide by drinking alcohol, he could make up whatever he wanted.

No matter what the world says, Zhu Laosi refuses to admit that it has anything to do with him, which is a complete confusion.

But if after the end of the crisis, that is now.

Once Jianwen dies inexplicably, all fingers will be pointed at Zhu Laosi, the regent. Zhu Laosi will be criticized by thousands of people and become a sure-fire regicide and usurper of the throne.

This was obviously an extremely uneconomical deal for Zhu Laosi, who only had to serve as a prisoner of the country for three years before he could officially ascend the throne.

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Laosi took a few steps back and bowed deeply to Ji Boying.

"Please teach me the immortal master!"

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Laosi, paused for a moment, and spoke five words.

"Is your knife dull?"

As soon as he said this, Zhu Laosi, who bowed and saluted, was stunned.

Zhu Laosi subconsciously looked up at Ji Boying, with some doubts in his eyes. He guessed the meaning of the immortal master's words, but he was not sure.

"What does the immortal mean?"

"Well, that's what you think."

Ji Boying has never thought that this is a problem of the century. If these gentry in the south are disobedient and do not obey the imperial edict, then they will be killed and replaced. Lao Zhu's approach has fully proved that it may not work in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, but
To be continued...