Ming Dynasty: I risked my life to teach the prince, the emperor begged me not to die

Chapter 313 You, Chen Ce, are the smartest
Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

In the southwest of April, it was drizzling, inside the Myanmar Xuanwei Office.

Tang Yin summoned Mang Jisui alone and rewarded him with a large amount of gold, silver, silk, tea, and thousands of acres of land, asking him to reward the local people on behalf of the Ming court.

Mang Jisui thought that Tang Yin was trying to win him over and didn't think much about it, still remaining arrogant.

At first, the Ming Dynasty implemented the policy of aboriginal rule and deprived him of his position as the chief of the Burmese Xuanwei Office. He had always held a grudge against it, but when Tang Yin had taken office for so many days but still did nothing, acting like a puppet, Mang Jisui finally felt relieved.

In fact, he should not have looked down upon the Han officials in the beginning. The situation within the chieftains was so complicated and their power was deeply rooted. How could the Han people manage them well?

Now, this Ming Dynasty official has faced the reality and found out who is the real king of the Burmese Xuanweisi.

Although Mang Jisui was respectful on the surface, his inner arrogance was almost visible on paper. He said to Tang Yin: "Master Tang, please cooperate with me in the future. I guarantee that you will be safe and sound in the Burmese Xuanwei Office."

Tang Yin smiled and nodded, watching Mang Jisui leave, and only then did a gloom appear on Tang Yin's face.

He ordered indifferently: "Send people to arrest the two great chieftains of Qiongzhao and Langli."

Two great chieftains of the second most powerful force in Myanmar were soon captured by Tang Yin and taken to the Xuanwei Office.

Tang Yin said coldly: "You privately destroyed my military farm and water conservancy project. The chieftain Mang Jisui has already confessed everything. Do you have anything to say?!"

Tang Yin would naturally not really arrest them. According to his teacher Chen Ce's instructions, if he wanted to control all the forces in Myanmar, he had to let the other side fight each other.

The IQ of these chieftains was not high on average, and these strategies would not be acceptable in the Ming Dynasty. Any official at the prefecture level could see that Tang Yin was trying to divide them.

When Tang Yin first came here, he had preconceived ideas. However, after Chen Ce's advice, he realized that it was not necessary to use the Ming Dynasty officialdom's thinking to govern these chieftains.

It was only then that Tang Yin suddenly realized that these barbarians were simply not the same as the political elites of the Ming Dynasty.

They believed in such a simple strategy of sowing discord.

After Tang Yin released the two great chieftains, Qiongzhao and Langli, they had already harbored a grudge against Mang Jisui. When they heard that the Ming court had rewarded Mang Jisui with a large amount of wealth, silk and land, they became more convinced that Mang Jisui had sold them out.

As a result, the tripartite balance of power in Myanmar was broken and it turned into a struggle between the great chieftain Mang Jisui and two other great chieftains, while Tang Yin reaped the benefits.

In time, when they are fighting to the death, it will be time for Tang Yin to close the net.

This kind of thing cannot be rushed, you can only wait for time to digest it.

The same situation is happening in the areas under the jurisdiction of Wang Shouren, Wang Wubi and Zhu Yunming. Their only goal now is to firmly control the power of personnel appointment in the chieftain's territory.

After the chieftain system fell apart, they began to promulgate policies that benefited the local people, gradually gaining their trust.

These are the general principles for governing the southwest. Once the goals are determined, the rest will be left to time. Successful governance of the southwest will come naturally. It is only a matter of time.

All things are difficult at the beginning, and Chen Ce solved the most difficult part for them.

Although Wang Shouren and the other three were in different places, they were all sighing alone in the dead of night. Although Chen Ce was not here, he was influencing the situation in the southwest thousands of miles away!

I don’t know if the imperial court will know about his contribution.
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Jiangxi, Linjiang Prefecture.

Fu Han has been suffering from a sore throat these days and has a lot of blisters on his mouth.

His life was full of ups and downs. He was born into a poor family and worked his way up from Linjiang Prefecture. He passed the imperial examination, became a Jinshi, and entered the Hanlin Academy, and later became the Zuo Langzhong of the Ministry of Rites.

He is only one step away from being the Minister of Personnel.

However, he was thrown into disgrace because of the Tang Yin case and was dismissed from his post and returned home. He didn't care about these things. Life has its ups and downs. He was over 70 years old and didn't care about these things, even though he finally knew that it was his conceited son who was playing a game with another extremely smart genius, and his son used him as a chess piece in the game.

He doesn't care either.

He cared more about his sons. Fu Han had sons in his old age and he doted on both of his sons, especially the eldest son Fu Yuan.

Fu Yuanzhi is as smart as a demon, and although he is no longer an official, their Fu family is still the richest family in Linjiang Prefecture.

This huge family fortune was built by his eldest son Fu Yuan.

But recently Fu Yuan was set up. The other party was the vice president of Linjiang Chamber of Commerce. One hundred thousand pieces of cloth had to be presented to the court as tribute within one month.

This is too difficult. All the textile machines in the surrounding area have been acquired by the other party in advance. It will take at least half a month for the Fu family to adjust the textile machines.

One hundred thousand pieces of cloth in half a month is an impossible task.

The conceited Fu Yuan could not accept such a failure. He had failed in the competition with Chen Ce in the capital. Although Fu Yuan was angry, in the end he could only sigh that his skills were not as good as others.

But now he was being framed by collusion between officials and businessmen in this way, and he couldn't accept it.

Seeing his eldest son becoming thinner and thinner, losing his appetite, and even having thoughts of life and death, how could Fu Han not get angry? He now sends people to keep an eye on Fu Yuan twelve hours a day, for fear that his eldest son will suddenly do something stupid.

"Dad, a letter from the capital, for my eldest brother."

The second son, Fu Wan, found Fu Han. Fu Han was stunned and said hurriedly, "Give me the letter!"

He didn't open it to read. He knew that his eldest son had been waiting for this letter. Fu Han knew who it was from without even looking at it.

Only a letter from the monster who defeated him in the capital could give his eldest son a glimmer of hope!
Fu Han pushed open Fu Yuan's door with the letter in his hand, trembling.

Fu Yuan was like a walking corpse.

"Son, if we fail, we can just start over again."

Fu Han said these words countless times, but Fu Yuan remained indifferent, like a wandering soul.

Fu Han sighed, took out the letter, and said to Fu Yuan, "This is a letter from the capital, sent to you."

After hearing this, Fu Yuan's cloudy eyes suddenly regained some vitality, and he said impatiently: "Give it to me!"

The letter was opened, and Fu Yuan held the letter in both hands and read it word by word.

[Brother Fu, I am writing to you. Cheng Minzheng has helped me before. Thank you for this great gift.]

[You left me a fortune, I can't just give you nothing in return]

[Our two-year agreement has not been fulfilled yet. You will die in two years. It is best to stay alive now.]

[This is not a big deal. I will give you a weaving machine. It will take about half a month to weave 100,000 pieces of cloth. It is not difficult to weave.]

Fu Yuan walked back and forth in the study holding the letter. His hands were shaking slightly, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. Finally, he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha!"

"Son of a bitch!"

"You're not even in front of me! But you still want to attack me like this. You, Chen Chunjian, are the smartest person in the world!"

Chen Ce's handwriting is wrong. I corrected the first two pictures. The author is still writing a book about the Song Dynasty on another website. I mixed up the characters of the protagonist. Sorry. I've been talking too much. I might as well ask for monthly tickets and recommendation rewards.

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