The most arrogant in history

Chapter 761: Too ambitious.

Ma Zhao did not hesitate:

"All money must be turned over to the national treasury for overall management. The same goes for real estate. If it is sold, the proceeds will be confiscated. Could it be that the emperor wants to pocket this money?"

"You're right. I want to keep this money to build the Hexi Railway."

Ye Kun chuckled: "It's not enough to build a railway to Chang'an. My ultimate plan is to build a railway to the Western Regions. The Hexi Corridor is a line of oasis, so it's possible to build a railway."

When Ye Kun inspected the Western Regions in the past, he took technical experts to examine the terrain.

It is possible to build a railway in the Hexi Corridor.

At least, a section-wise railway could be built.

After the railway is completed, the transportation capacity of the Hexi Corridor will be greatly improved, the travel time for business travelers will be reduced, the use of mules, horses and camels will be reduced, and it will also be of great benefit to ecological protection.

Traditional caravans, carrying a load of goods, traveled through mountains and rivers, eating and drinking, which had a great impact on the ecology.

Once the railroads were built, the use of mules and horses declined dramatically.

Ma Zhao laughed and said, "Your Majesty, you are too ambitious. Building a railway to the Western Regions would be more difficult than building the Great Wall!"

"How can it be so exaggerated? Are you bullying me because I haven't been to the Hexi Corridor?"

Ye Kun smiled and said, "We can take our time and build in sections. Let's find a flat area first and build a few hundred miles of railway. We can save the difficult parts for now, and if they really don't work, we can leave it to our descendants."

Ma Zhao shrugged: "That also needs the approval of the Nine Ministries. Let's hand over the money first."

Ye Kun had no choice but to nod and respect Ma Zhao's opinion.

However, Ye Kun approved Lu Yeliang to collect special traffic taxes on the Chang'an trade road. The money obtained was used to expand the road to the west of Chang'an.

When I returned to Zhuo County, I happened to attend the wedding of Prince Ye Luosheng.

Ye Luosheng married two wives, one was the daughter of Professor Huang, and the other was the daughter of Mr. Tian from the Ministry of Revenue.

Xie Baochan was very satisfied and couldn't stop smiling.

Ye Kun was very busy as he had to meet the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove.

These seven old guys have been waiting in Zhuo County for more than ten days.

Ye Kun hosted a banquet for them in the imperial study room and said with a smile, "It's been a long time since we last met. How have you been? The last time we debated in the university, it seems like yesterday when I think about it."

In a debate a few years ago, Ye Kun defeated these sour Confucian scholars so badly that they were left with a mess.

Of course, this is because the imperial power is strong and suppresses others.

If Ye Kun was not the emperor, it would be hard to say.

Ruan Xiong, Zhuang Buwen and others clasped their fists and saluted: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. We are all fine. I wonder if the Emperor has any instructions for this summons?"

"I'm in trouble now, and I'm asking for your help."

Ye Kun sighed and said, "We, the descendants of Yan and Huang, the Chinese people, are expanding overseas. Do you know that?"

Everyone nodded.

Ye Kun continued, "I also organized the "Hundreds of Schools Entering Tianzhu" event, hoping that Chinese culture would replace the ancient culture of Tianzhu and become the mainstream of Tianzhu continent. Unfortunately, without the presence of great scholars to host the event, the effect was not good.

The seven of you are all great scholars, known throughout the world as sages. I wonder if you can help me go to India to preside over the Hundred Schools of Thought and spread the culture of sages?"

Ruan Xiong pondered and said, "Your Majesty, do you think it is necessary?"

"Of course it is necessary. We can't kill all the foreigners. We can only educate them slowly, right?"

Ye Kun smiled and said, "Confucianism is good at educating people. I hope everyone can carry forward the spirit of Confucius, teach everyone, and recruit disciples widely.

In the past, Confucius traveled around the countries, promoting Confucian culture and trying to restore ancient rituals. Unfortunately, the kings of the countries were not interested, so Confucius returned disappointed. Now, we attach great importance to Confucianism. You are all disciples of Confucius. Why not take this opportunity to carry forward Confucianism? "

In fact, Ye Kun does not attach much importance to Confucianism and Taoism.

He just wanted to fool more intellectuals to immigrate to India and strengthen the sinicization of India!

As long as you can fool people, you will succeed.

The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove were indeed somewhat moved and nodded slightly.

Ye Kun threw out another bait:

"I want to establish seven Confucian universities in India, all funded by the imperial court. Each of you, the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, will preside over a university. Your living allowance will be the same as that of university presidents in China.

Or, I can just give each of you 500 taels of gold as your lifetime salary."

Zhuang Bu Wen loved money, but also wanted to show off his noble character, so he said hesitantly, "Money is not important. As a Confucian disciple, we are used to being indifferent..."

Ye Kun waved his hand and said, "Material is the foundation of everything. You must give the money you deserve. When you go to Tianzhu, I will give you 10,000 mu of fertile land and hundreds of free foreign laborers to ensure that you have enough food and clothing.

I will give money, land, and foreign labor to all your relatives and clansmen who are willing to go!"

In order to expand, Ye Kun sold everything he had.

Fortunately, there was plenty of land and labor in India, so the court didn't have to spend any money.

Ruan Xiong was finally moved, and clasped his fists and said, "Let's discuss the emperor's suggestion and write back to the emperor in three days."

"No problem, let's drink and catch up first."

Ye Kun's face was full of smiles.

After a few drinks, everyone fell into their old habit of talking about the article.

Zhuang Buwen said, "The Hundred Family Surnames and Thousand Character Essay compiled by the emperor are very easy to remember and are amazing. Especially the Thousand Character Essay, there are so many characters, but none of them are repeated, and they are compiled into a beautiful chapter. It is really a work of heaven."

Ye Kun rubbed his face and said, "Thank you, thank you."

Ruan Xiong smiled and said, “I think the emperor’s young Hua Xia is better.”

"Thank you, thank you." Ye Kun smiled awkwardly.

"I have been busy with state affairs these years and I often drink. As I get older, my brain is getting worse and worse. I am afraid I won't be able to write articles in the future."

Over the years, Ye Kun has plagiarized almost all the poems and songs he could remember and claimed them as his own.

In my mind, the inventory is in serious crisis.

Ruan Xiong smiled and said, "Whenever the emperor opens his mouth, he can write a great article. For example, The Road to Shu is Difficult, which is really magnificent!"

Zhuang Buwen said, "We have a great time at the banquet today. Your Majesty, can you write another article to broaden our horizons?"

"Ah, making a post on the spot?"

Ye Kun was a little overwhelmed.

Because all the people present are great scholars, if I am not careful, I will be in trouble.

Ruan Xiong clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty is eloquent, so it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Ye Kun felt very weak and said with a smile: "I am drunk and dizzy at the moment. I am definitely not good at writing an article. I'd better write a short poem."

Everyone nodded in anticipation.

Ye Kun raised his wine glass and chanted: "Fine grape wine in a luminous cup, the pipa music urges me to drink. Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, how many people have ever returned from the battles in history?"

However, after the poem was finished, Zhuang Buwen and others were all in a daze.

Ye Kun smiled and said, "Isn't it that the writing is not good?"

"Your Majesty, this poem is one of your old works..."

"Ah, have I written this poem before?" Ye Kun's face flushed, and he clasped his fists and said, "Sorry, I drank too much. Let's stop here today."

At this moment, Ye Kun suddenly felt that he was old.

It's because of poor memory that you make such a fool of yourself!