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    People's views on things tend to become complicated based on knowledge and experience. From this perspective, I am afraid that no one is more "complex" than Zhu Cixiang.  Especially when it comes to ethnic issues, whether it is Wu Zong, the cabinet, or even the people of the Ming Dynasty in the world, who will regard the defeat of Tulu Baihu and Sengge as a shame for the Ming Dynasty?  Even after more than ten years of Zhu Cixiang¡¯s efforts, the concept of ¡°nation¡± is actually just a sprout.  ??For the people of the Ming Dynasty, only those whose names and industries are registered in the fish scale yellow book are the real people of the Ming Dynasty.  Therefore, in the eyes of the world, there is no doubt that Mangui was the general of the Ming Dynasty, not Meng Tatar.  Similarly, no one will ask whether Li Chengliang's great-grandfather was Korean.  But Zhu Cixiang is much more complicated than Mingren in this concept.  In the decades of this emperor¡¯s previous life, he received the education that ¡°the fifty-six ethnic groups are one family.¡±  Tsarist Russia massacred Manchus in the northeast and Kazakhs and Oara people in the northwest. In Zhu Cixiang's view, this actually means: Tsarist Russia is killing my compatriots!  This kind of resentment is no different from the Chinese who heard that the Spaniards massacred Luzon.  On the other hand, Zhu Cihong also knows that various "independence" forces are likely to appear in the world in the future, and the best way to avoid such a farce is cultural cleansing and national assimilation.  To put it more simply and crudely, it is adding and subtracting from the population.  Wu Di was able to figure this out, and he knew His Majesty the Emperor's attitude towards the barbarians - the reason he found for the emperor was: the ancestral home at home had been occupied by the barbarians and was in a mess, how could he not hate it?  But Wu Di could not imagine that the emperor was far beyond ordinary people's anger at Tsarist Russia's attack on Oara.  Zhu Cihong didn¡¯t want Wu Di to be his psychological expert, so he raised the issue of the military flag.  Since the 16th year of Chongzhen, the East Palace system has had clues of the difference between military flags and general flags.  By the time the army entered Liao and Pinglu in the 20th year of Chongzhen, the military flags had already formed a system.  The flags of each combat organization are differentiated by grade. Among them, the red-bottomed Golden Dragon Flag is the flag of the front army. A front army only has such a flag.  Represents the supreme imperial power.  In the Northeast, even Wang Yi was not qualified to fight under this flag, so he played the role of Chen De's deputy with great self-knowledge - for no other reason than because Chen De's North Korean army could fight under this flag.  flag.  Neither Tulubaihu nor Sengge were willing to submit to the Han people.  They were also unwilling to succumb to the other party, so there were three flags in the northwest.  As for the Ming army, Xiao Mo's First Guards Army was in charge, and Tulu Baihu and Sengge also had their own side.  The military flag can be burned, but it must not be captured, otherwise it will be slapped in the face.  Back then, Xiao Mo snatched Li Zicheng's banner and put it away after being displayed in the military museum for three days. Why?  Because this makes the civil and military officials of the Zhongzhen camp really unable to hold their heads high.  Think about it, if the Russians also learn to build military museums in the future.  Cross the two golden dragon flags with a red background. Where should the Ming Empire put its face?  Dignity may sometimes be inferior to a piece of cake, but if a person wants to live with his head held high, he must not abandon it.  "I will never give up until the shame of the Syr Darya River is over!" Zhu Cixiang said coldly.  Wu Yan felt deeply in debt. He now truly understood why You Shiwei had lowered his face to look for him.  I would rather give up the power of supervising the road.  The Emperor must have said the same thing at the breakfast meeting.  The king worries about his ministers¡¯ labor, and the king humiliates his ministers to death!  This sentence has been passed down from "Guoyu" to today, two thousand years ago, and it is not said casually.  "I met Youdu this morning. He hopes that the cabinet can put the railway from Lanzhou to Luntai." Wu Hong said.  Zhu Cihong could immediately understand what You Shiwei meant and what Wu Zong told him.  He hesitated a little, but shook his head and said, "Technically it's still immature." Wu Di breathed a sigh of relief.  This is the advantage of having an emperor who has a deep understanding of science and technology. He will never let anyone do something that is simply impossible.  Zhu Cixiang knew that no matter how wise he was, he would still be called Yao, Shun, and Yu.  Technical laws cannot be changed.  Not to mention building railways in the vast Gobi Desert and Baili Wind Gate.  He even had doubts about whether the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Railway could be built.  In the history textbooks of previous lives, there is a story about Zhan Tianyou presiding over the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Railway. In addition to the political and economic troubles, there is another one that is placed in an obvious position: European engineers believe that even Europeans may not be able to easily build this railway.  Success, not to mention the Chinese with pigtails?  Zhu Cixiang is not sure whether this is a writing technique of suppressing first and then promoting.  But he himself ran through Zhangjiakou and knew that this railway had to go over mountains and ridges.  Moreover, there are many steep slopes that cannot be avoided, and the difficulty is much higher than that of the Beijing-Tianjin Railway.  It can be said that the journey from Beijing to Tianjin is flat, even if there are some small hills and rivers, the difficulty can be ignored.  Although Zhu Cihong had already chosen Beijing and Tianjin,?As the first railway line put into use in the Ming Dynasty, he did not show any bias and still let the DPRK and China discuss it, looking on with a cold eye.  At this moment, he did not expose himself. He just denied Lan Tiantian's idea of ??haste but not success and said: "The Han and Tang dynasties did not even have train tracks, let alone trains, and the population was not as good as ours. Were they still able to control the Western Regions for decades?"  Hundreds of years? You Shiwei is too impatient." Wu Zong understood immediately and secretly lamented that he had lost an opportunity, but there was no expression on his face, he just expressed agreement.  He saw the housekeeper tiptoeing in from the outside and quickly stopped him from coming with his eyes.  The butler was excited and stood up quickly. He lowered his eyebrows and said, "Sir, the banquet is ready." Wu Zong snorted and said, "I know, let's go down first." Zhu Cihong was not polite and said, "Then  Let's have a dinner. If there is any He Junjie in the family, please call him out. You can't let your husband eat separately during the Chinese New Year." Wu Zong bowed slightly and said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness." He avoided the honorific title of emperor.  Zhu Cixiang found it pleasant to listen to.  The two of them went to the dining room without delay.  The dining room of the Wu family is built next to a small lake. There are newly installed heaters underground and on the wall, so the windows are still open in the first month of the year. Even so, it is as warm as spring.  It was also the first time for Zhu Cixiang to enter the dining room of a wealthy family. He looked at the open window and hesitated.  Wu Yan also hesitated, but he saw a round table in the center of the dining room where the family gathered.  After the rule of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, the etiquette of the Central Plains has changed a lot. The biggest change is that the meal sharing system has changed from the meal sharing system where the Mongolians sit together in groups.  Although the latter is more convenient, people who pay attention to traditional etiquette still share the meal system, and in formal banquet occasions such as the Luming Banquet and the Qionglin Banquet, it is even impossible to have a round table.  With a very close personal friend, you can invite him or her to a round-table dinner without distinction.  But who would be so bold as to invite your boss to dinner?  Especially this boss is the master of this empire.  "In the past, if we burned the fire directly, there would be carbon gas in the house. Now that we use heating, we can close the windows." Zhu Cixiang said with a smile: "It is true that your family bought the coal, but once it is burned, it will never grow again."  , I have to think about my children and grandchildren.¡± Wu Zong was quite embarrassed and quickly asked someone to close the window and said, ¡°I think coal is not expensive, but I don¡¯t think I should use more.¡± Zhu Cixiang smiled slightly and said.  Sitting in the main seat facing the door, the Wu family members present were shocked.  Wu Di breathed a sigh of relief and just whispered to the housekeeper: "Wash a set of tableware separately." "No, just eat like this. If Mr. Wu doesn't sit down, we won't dare to use our chopsticks." Zhu Cihong greeted.  He didn't believe that Wu Di would plot against him. Who would be so stupid as to murder the emperor in his own home?  Wu Di had no choice but to sit down, pick up the dishes and put them into his mouth first, as a taste test for the emperor.  The nephew who was ordered to sit with the family was still confused. He only waited for the distinguished guest to eat, then used some reservedly, and soon put down his chopsticks, showing his good education.  Zhu Cixiang smiled, then put his chopsticks down on another plate of food, and took it into his mouth to taste it carefully. He vaguely felt that the taste of this powerful family was really better than that of the palace.  "Oh! This meat is so delicious!" Zhu Heqi picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and exclaimed happily with his mouth full of sauce.  Zhu Heyuan was so short that he almost climbed onto the table and reached out to grab the food without using chopsticks.  The housekeeper of the Wu Mansion is really going to collapse. Where did this guest come from?  He looks like a dog and doesn't even understand the slightest etiquette.  It¡¯s okay if you don¡¯t take anyone with you when you go out. And this naughty kid, isn¡¯t he afraid of getting burned when grabbing food with his hands?  "Master, come here, I'll wait for you to eat." The butler finally couldn't stand it anymore and rushed over before Zhu Heyuan got burned. He hugged Zhu Heyuan around his waist, put him on the chair, and then picked up the bowls and chopsticks to feed Zhu Heyuan.  "Let him eat by himself." Zhu Cihong said to the butler, and then said to Zhu Heyuan: "Use a spoon, not your hands." The butler was stunned for a moment, and Wu Zong said again: "Give me some dishes." The butler was still worried.  After taking a look at Zhu Heyuan, he quickly went out to give orders.  Zhu Cixiang had already skipped this episode and was eating quietly while looking at the calligraphy and paintings and several exquisite bonsai hanging in the dining room.  Although Zhu Heqi was out of touch and dared to interrupt when adults were talking, he still had the rules for eating. He just immersed himself in eating without talking.  Wu Zong seemed to be minding his own meal, but he had already taken note of the two princes' dining manners, and thought to himself: This second prince's eating style is really heroic.  However, at this age, His Majesty did not mention the matter of being crowned king, but he still carried him with him when he came and went. It is true that the Holy Heart is unpredictable.  After everyone had finished eating, Zhu Cihong put down his chopsticks, rinsed his mouth and face, and said to Wu Zong: "The taste??Yes, it seems that capable people are still among the people.  " Wu Di quickly said: "This cook was brought from my hometown. If I like the taste, just ask him to work as an errand.  " Zhu Cixiang shook his head slightly: "Where is the bottom line in enjoying things?  Moderation will do.  He looked at everyone present again, his eyes fell on one of Wu Di's grandchildren, and said: "Study and cultivate yourself, and work tirelessly, that is what a gentleman should do."  "Wu Dangdang said to the young man: "Why don't you kneel down and thank me for your advice?  " The young man's sculpted face was suddenly full of suspicion, but he still left his seat quickly, knelt on the ground and said: "Thank you for your advice, sir. I dare not forget it for a moment.  " Zhu Cixiang smiled with satisfaction, left his seat, and went to drink tea. (To be continued~^~)
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