The good news from the northwest was quickly sent to Beijing, but it did not cause any shock.

Even the common people in Beijing did not pay much attention to this. Five thousand people annihilated more than 40,000 Mao Yi prisoners. What kind of victory was it to the people of the Ming Dynasty?

Isn't this kind of thing feasible for anyone to lead?

At most, I could just slap my forehead and think of a few words after dinner, and then change the topic.

But within a few days, I had no time to talk about it even after tea and dinner.

Because a famous Kunqu opera singer who looks like a fairy came to Beijing and wanted to perform at the Workers' Stadium.

The drama has not even started yet, and the so-called topic traffic in Beijing has automatically shifted to this upcoming performance. Who has the time to discuss the war on the border?

Whether to fight or not is a matter of concern to the imperial court. What does it have to do with the common people?

This kind of obsession with entertainment and refined affairs, while ignoring the military and border defense, has made countless old Confucian celebrities beat their chests and feet with morale.

"Business girls don't know the hatred of their country's subjugation, but they still sing songs in the backyard across the river."

Of course, such words are just curse words, and they would never dare to say them out loud.

Otherwise, if someone who is interested hears it and reports it to the Yamen, a big hat will be put on his head.

At present, the Ming Dynasty is prosperous and prosperous. Looking at the history of the Qing Dynasty, if you dare to talk about the destruction of the country, in the worst case, it is a conspiracy to harm the country.

However, although the old scholars with these old ideas did not dare to start a conversation openly on the street, they still wrote letters to the Beijing magistrate's office, especially to the current prince Zhu Wenkui in their minds. The general meaning of the letter was

To sum it up briefly, it can be summarized in two sentences.

"How many years have passed since we crossed the cliff, and the corpses of the kings of the Zhao and Song dynasties are still not cold. Now one generation has returned to that peaceful and peaceful environment."

Zhu Yunwen advocated moving the capital from Nanjing to Beijing. One of the excuses given by his supporters was that Nanjing was too peaceful and peaceful, which was not conducive to maintaining a sense of urgency.

But what Yang Shiqi said back then became a prophecy.

"Moving the capital to Beijing, where dignitaries gather and the society is prosperous, it will become the new Nanjing, or even better."

It's only been a few years, and who can still see the slightest bit of the war-torn appearance of Beijing more than 20 years ago?

This is the new Nanjing. It will not suffer from poverty and poverty because it is close to the border, because it is the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

No matter where the capital of the Ming Dynasty was moved, it would be the heavenly palace on earth, the capital of the prosperous age where singing and dancing flourished.

In reality, it was a slap in the face to Zhu Yunwen without any mercy, proving that the latter was purely stubborn and arbitrary in the beginning.

Fortunately, Zhu Yunwen was thick-skinned and ignored it with a smile. There was no blind person in the court who wrote a memorial to Zhu Yunwen for this purpose, creating a drama of scolding the emperor in the Golden Palace.

Those who are ministers dare not do it, but those who are sons are not sure.

At least Zhu Wenkui, who is the number one person in charge in Beijing, has really thought about it after receiving so many letters.

Should we stop this drama?

"It's just a play. Shengsheng sold 20,000 tickets at the Worker's Stadium. The cheapest one was sold for 380, and the most expensive one was even 300,000 to 50,000. There is no market for it."

As soon as he heard these related news, Zhu Wenkui really felt a little unable to sit still.

Can you earn tens of millions or even hundreds of millions by singing for one night?

It's so easy for actors to get money.

But it’s really so easy to stop there.

The tickets have been sold out. Even if the money is refunded to the people after the stop, it will definitely cause a lot of curses in Beijing.

You can't go against anything, but you can't go against the people's will.

Now the tens of thousands of spectators who have bought tickets have begun cleaning their ears at home, looking forward to listening to the sounds of nature on the day of the performance. Their expectations have reached their highest level, and the Yamen insists on stopping it. It would be strange if the people don't curse.

So this is just a thought.

When he couldn't do it, Zhu Wenkui went to the Wenhua Hall to find Xu Buji and told him his hidden worries about the matter.

"Hedonism is prevalent in the capital right now, and the people are very enthusiastic about these actors and actresses. Those from well-off families will give gifts and gifts even when they are in front of others, and even ordinary families are willing to spend a few days' wages to grab them.

Holding a theater ticket, I really feel that this is not a good thing."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Wenkui looked at Xu Buji, but found that the expression on the latter's face was not very moved, and there was a sense of noncommittal, and he became even more anxious at that moment.

After he urged him, Xu Buji raised his head and smiled.

“What is wrong with what the people want?”

This sentence really stuck the words in Zhu Wenkui's throat, so much so that the latter almost lost his breath.

Tens of thousands of theater tickets in the Workers' Stadium were sold out. This is not what the people want.

"Then how do you explain this?"

After holding back for a moment, Zhu Wenkui didn't know how to refute Xu Buji, so he took out a newspaper he carried with him and put it on Xu Buji's desk: "Zhu Lin from the northwest won a battle in Western Siberia.

More than 20 soldiers died heroically and became martyrs, and in exchange for this, they annihilated 40,000 enemies and opened up thousands of miles of territory.

But look at this, Mr. Gentleman, who in Beijing is concerned about this news right now, and who remembers the names of the more than twenty heroes and martyrs, but this actor and actress, the common people can call him by his nickname and talk about it with excitement all day long.

You have a few ounces of meat on your breasts, but you have to waste several feet of cloth on your butt!"

There was a low and ambiguous snickering in the Wenhua Palace. Xu Buji glanced at it, and immediately fell into silence. Even the cabinet ministers and ministers sat uprightly, holding memorials, articles, etc., carefully reviewing them, only glancing at them from time to time.

On Zhu Wenkui's side.

The whole place was shocked, but Xu Buji's expression remained unmoved. He gently took the newspaper and said this.

"Now, please tell me the names of the twenty-seven heroes who died on the plains of Western Siberia."

In the Wenhua Hall, everyone and Zhu Wenkui were stunned, especially Zhu Wenkui.

Xu Buji's rhetorical question immediately hit Zhu Wenkui's lungs.

With so many names, apart from looking at them one by one, who would deliberately remember them?

Even when looking at it, some people will subconsciously omit a long list of names, even if they don't sound nice.

"I would like to ask the eldest prince to recall for me the people's soldiers who selflessly and fearlessly sacrificed their lives in order to protect people's lives and property during the flood and disaster relief operations in Jiangxi. What are their names and where are they from?"

At this moment, Zhu Wenkui was completely speechless.

"Alas." Seeing that Zhu Wenkui was speechless, Xu Buji sighed: "Why would the eldest prince do this? I'm sorry, how could your majesty remember it?

The pages of newspapers are limited and cannot carry so many glorious names after all. The memory of each of us is also limited. Except for particularly important people, it is our relatives and friends. Sometimes it is inevitable that there will be omissions in retrospect. When we meet on the street

, there is also often the embarrassment of not being able to pronounce someone’s name even though they look familiar.

If you do this kind of thing in a penny-pink manner, it will not only bring discomfort to the world, but also cause trouble for yourself."

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved lightly: "If nothing happens to the eldest prince, please go back to the palace early to handle official business. The Wenhua Palace is busy with state affairs, and I don't have much time to waste time with you."

This conversation made Zhu Wenkui feel somewhat disgraceful. His face was uncertain at the moment, but he finally sighed.

He wanted to argue with Xu Buji, but found that he couldn't argue with Xu Buji at all.

Because Xu Buji didn't reason with Zhu Wenkui at all, he just used the simplest way.

Ask Zhu Wenkui's question back to Zhu Wenkui himself.

You said that the people should remember the names of heroes, but as the eldest prince, do you remember them?

If you are stubborn and say that although you cannot remember all the names, you still care about the heroic deeds in your heart, then how can you guarantee that the common people will not remember them?

If you really want to interview the people, they will be full of praise and boast about the greatness of the heroes.

"People chase stars, love beauty, indulge in pleasure and forget suffering. Isn't this the purpose of everything your Majesty has done for decades?"

Looking at Zhu Wenkui's back, Xu Buji's words made him tremble.

"People don't have to worry all day long. They don't have to count on their fingers when to pay for food and when to do corvee. They don't have to worry before going to bed about whether they can survive tomorrow, whether the country will perish, and whether they and their families will become aliens.

The soul of the dead under the sword.

They live a relaxed life, grow up happily, and enjoy the peace and tranquility of these years under the protection of the country without having to worry.

Having warm food in the belly, warm clothes to wear, spare money in the pocket, and being able to afford to spend hundreds of thousands to listen to a play is not a prosperous age. Which dynasty or generation dares to say that it is a prosperous age?
Chapter completed!