The lesson lasted for four hours. After talking about history, he talked about "The Analects of Confucius". Zhu Yijun listened with great interest.
Although he had come into contact with it in his previous life, when it came to learning, Zhu Yijun had never learned it before.
"Farewell, Master Zhang!" Zhu Yijun bowed to send Zhang Juzheng off with a sincere smile.
From the perspective of a later generation, no matter how many flaws Zhang Juzheng had, his loyalty to the Daming Dynasty was unquestionable.
Perhaps some of his words and actions were inappropriate. Regardless of whether they were true or false, even if they were true, no one was perfect.
Furthermore, Zhu Yijun knew very well that if a sentence was not related to the context and the environment in which it was spoken, it would be difficult to interpret the meaning of the sentence. It would be difficult to know the true meaning.
Even Confucius's words could be interpreted with a large number of meanings, much less Zhang Juzheng.
Not to mention, it was an interpretation that found faults. The future generations had seen many of such cases.
A group of people could explain eight hundred meanings of a "Dream of the Red Chamber".
The editors of the future generations would distort black from white. Zhu Yijun did not believe that the people of this era would be polite.
During Zhang Juzheng's reign, he was not like Cao Cao who used the Emperor to order his vassals, nor did he monopolize power. Instead, he worked hard to reform the Daming Dynasty. He worked hard to prolong the life of the country and Daming Dynasty's last hope and light. This was definitely not a high evaluation.
Zhu Yijun came from the future generations. Many of his thoughts were different from the people of this era. He was not against the reform and was very supportive of it. After all, he was prepared to do so.
Although Zhang Juzheng's reform had some flaws, it was enough to build a foundation for his future reform.
After all, he would build a capable army for the Daming Dynasty and made a great contribution to the national treasury.
As for the struggle for power between the ministers, this was something that had to be done when one stepped into the officialdom.
At Zhang Juzheng's position, he no longer represented one person, but several people, or rather, a group of people.
Political struggles were unavoidable in later generations, not to mention the Daming Dynasty.
As for Zhang Juzheng, Zhu Yijun respected him from the bottom of his heart.
Zhang Juzheng looked at Zhu Yijun, who was bowing not far away, and felt a sense of relief.
After sending off Zhang Juzheng, Zhu Yijun glanced at Zhang Cheng and San Dezi beside him and said with a smile, "Have you gathered everyone?
Let's go over there! "After saying that, he led his men to the next door.
At this time, in the room next door, a group of young eunuchs were standing there respectfully. They had been selected for the past few days, but they didn't know what to do.
However, most of them were excited. After all, they were chosen by the emperor to be eunuchs in the imperial palace. It was the best thing for them to be close to the emperor.
If he was favored by the emperor, he would be able to reach the sky in a single bound.
Looking at the 40 people standing there, Zhu Yijun nodded in satisfaction.
Not to mention other things, these people's ages were very suitable. They were basically 14 or 15 years old.
"I called you here to ask you to do something for me, but I have to say the ugly words first. If anyone leaks what happened here, don't blame me for being merciless.
It won't be as simple as banishment. I will directly cut off your heads. "
"If you don't have any relatives outside the palace, it's fine. If you do, your houses will be confiscated, so be careful."
The 40 young eunuchs were doused with cold water by Zhu Yijun, but they were not scared to death. After all, in the imperial palace, there were too many eunuchs and palace maids who lost their lives because of a little carelessness.
Although it was dangerous now, it was almost safe to do things for the emperor.
Glancing at San Dezi and Zhang Cheng, Zhu Yijun said, "I know I can't hide it from you. After all, this is the imperial palace. If you want to know something, you will definitely know it. I can't stop you."
Hearing this, the two hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, cursing and swearing not to ask about it.
However, Zhu Yijun didn't care. He knew it was useless to say it. He might have a way to deal with these young eunuchs, but he couldn't do anything to these senior eunuchs.
As a ten-year-old emperor, he didn't have the final say.
"Alright, get up!"
Zhu Yijun waved his hand and said, "I don't intend to hide it from you. As long as it doesn't spread outside the palace, it's fine." Then, Zhu Yijun waved his hand and said, "Go outside and wait!"
After Zhang Cheng and San Dezi went out, Zhu Yijun said, "I asked you to do something, so I have to teach you some skills first."
"From now on, you don't have to do anything. Just come here every day and tell others that you're studying with me. However, I will teach you some mathematics." Zhu Yijun said that he would accompany his mother to study with him.
Zhu Yijun didn't think that he could keep it a secret for long, but a few months were enough. When they became noisy, he could move on to the next step.
"Alright, kneel down!" Zhu Yijun waved his hand. After the lecture, the class began.
Zhu Yijun prepared a long table for them, and the back of the table was covered with soft cushions. Of course, it was not for them to sit, but for them to kneel down during the Qin and Han Dynasties.
Even if he asked them to sit, they didn't dare to. After all, the emperor was still standing.
The blackboard had already been hung up. Although it wasn't big, it was enough to write.
The young eunuchs didn't dare to neglect it. They hurriedly knelt down on the ground. Zhu Yijun didn't delay and directly started the class.
Today's main content was Arabic numerals, from 1 to 9. Then, he talked about the decimal system, which was not difficult. After all, Daming's method of counting was also 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 100, 1000, and 10,000.
The combination of Arabic numerals was the key, and the writing and combination of simple answers were the key.
Half an hour later, Zhu Yijun finished the class.
The 40 young eunuchs were basically literate, and they had no problem using a brush. After asking them to write a few times, Zhu Yijun dismissed them.
He also told them to go back and practice hard. He would check them tomorrow.
After leaving the classroom, Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Cheng and San Dezi and said, "Arrange a separate courtyard for them and prepare delicious food. Don't let anyone disturb them."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Although Zhang Cheng was very curious, he didn't dare to ask, so he said directly.
"Your Majesty, the imperial concubine has sent someone to invite you over!" After Zhang Cheng promised to Zhu Yijun, he said again.
"What did she say?" Zhu Yijun was stunned. Why did my mother want to see me?
Zhang Cheng said hurriedly, "Master Zhang just went to the imperial concubine's place."
Where did Zhang Juzheng go to my mother?
Is this the home visit of the Daming Dynasty?
When Zhu Yijun was in school, no matter if he called his parents to school or visited his home, he didn't end up well. After all, he wasn't someone else's child!