From Zhu Yijun's point of view, his Great Shun Prefecture's economic circle was incredibly low. Which family's economic circle depended on raising chickens, ducks, and pigs? However, in the eyes of the Great Ming Empire's ministers, this was simply too extravagant.
Everyone was excited. This was a grand occasion, and the officials were all thinking of ways to make some political achievements.
However, there was one department that was displeased, and that was the Ministry of Rites. The Ministry of Rites had always been responsible for culture and education. Not only did His Majesty set up a school for civil servants, but the Ministry of Rites was also not in charge of it. Now, His Majesty wanted to set up a Ministry of Education?
That was unacceptable. The Ministry of Rites was seething with anger, and the whole thing was thrown into chaos.
The Ministry of Rites might sound important, but no one had ever paid much attention to it. Compared to the other yamens, it was nothing.
There weren't many benefits to be had, and we weren't allowed to make political achievements. Your Majesty, you're going too far.
Education in Shun Tian Prefecture is such a good thing, and you're not going to hand it over to the Ministry of Rites.
What if Daming's officials didn't like it?
Petition!
If things got out of hand, they could go to the palace and kneel outside. It had been so long since we made a fuss that His Majesty had forgotten how powerful we were.
Hence, the Ministry of Rites took action. Fang Fengshi, the minister of the Ministry of Rites and grand secretary of the cabinet, was brought out.
"Imperial Majesty, Grand Secretary Fang is waiting for you!" Zhang Jing said respectfully behind Zhu Yijun.
Zhu Yijun felt a headache coming on. He had suggested setting up a Ministry of Education on a whim, but now he had pissed off the Ministry of Rites.
Obviously, Fang Fengshi was here to settle the score. Zhu Yijun felt a headache coming on.
"Let him in!" Although it was a headache, he still had to meet him.
Before long, Fang Fengshi walked in. This scholar, who was Zhu Yijun's trusted aide, had a solemn look on his face.
He dropped to his knees and bowed as soon as he saw Zhu Yijun.
"You don't have to be so polite!" Zhu Yijun waved his hand. "You can get up!"
Fang Fengshi didn't get up. Instead, he took off his official hat and slammed his head on the ground. "This official is guilty. I failed to manage the Ministry of Rites for Your Majesty. Your Majesty, please consider this official's loyalty and allow this official to return home."
The corner of Zhu Yijun's mouth twitched. Was there a need to make it so big?
In reality, Fang Fengshi was under a lot of pressure. The main responsibility of the Ministry of Rites was to manage education and the imperial examinations. Originally, when everyone heard that the emperor wanted to promote education, everyone was excited for a while.
This time, it's finally our turn to show off our skills. When the time comes, we'll be able to earn a lot of credit. Wouldn't that be great?
Who would have thought that the emperor would set up a Ministry of Education? What should we do then?
Eating cold rice!
When these people were unhappy, they would naturally look for Fang Fengshi. Fang Fengshi was the Minister of the Board of Rites, so he was in charge of this matter.
What could Fang Fengshi do?
In any case, he had made up his mind that if he couldn't convince the emperor this time, he would quit.
Zhu Yijun was Fang Fengshi's role model, and he wasn't a Hanlin scholar.
Of course he couldn't let Fang Fengshi go home now. As a matter of fact, Zhu Yijun regretted it as soon as he said that.
It seemed that everything had been going so smoothly lately and he had gotten carried away. That wasn't good!
Zhu Yijun calmed himself down, then got down from the throne and helped Fang Fengshi to his feet.
He then threw a dirty look at Zhang Jing and said grumpily, "Pick up Grand Secretary Fang's hat, you idiot."
Zhang Jing, who had been wrongly accused, immediately ran over and picked up Fang Fengshi's hat. You can't expect His Majesty to bend down and pick it up, can you?
After handing it back to Zhu Yijun respectfully, Zhang Jing retreated to the side.
Putting the hat back on Fang Fengshi's head, Zhu Yijun said, "Why did you do that?"
This time, it was Fang Fengshi's turn to feel embarrassed, and half of the anger he had been holding back was vented.
However, he couldn't back down. He bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I'm the only one to blame for what's wrong with the Ministry of Rites."
Zhu Yijun rolled his eyes. You sly old fox.
"Zhang Jing, is it another impeachment against the Ministry of Rites?
How come I don't know what's missing in the Ministry of Rites recently? "Zhu Yijun turned to look at Zhang Jing and asked suspiciously.
Zhang Xueyan sighed inwardly. His Majesty was no longer the simple-minded emperor he used to be.
"Imperial Majesty, no!" Zhang Jing shook his head in a hurry.
Zhu Yijun then turned to look at Fang Fengshi. "See, you don't!
The Ministry of Rites is doing a great job!
Ever since you took office, you've been loyal and conscientious. I've seen the achievements of the Ministry of Rites.
"Is it because you are dissatisfied with me?
It's okay for you to speak frankly. Although I don't dare to be a wise emperor, I can still accept advice humbly. "
Zhu Yijun acted like a bureaucrat in the future.
Fang Fengshi sighed inwardly. His Majesty had grown so fast. He took a step back and said, "Your Majesty, since the Ministry of Rites hasn't lost anything and I've been diligent, why do you want to abolish the Ministry of Rites?"
"Since the establishment of the Three Provinces and Six Ministries, the Ministry of Rites has been in charge of the Ministry of Rites."
"Now Your Majesty wants to establish the Ministry of Education and abolish the Ministry of Rites. Where will the Ministry of Rites go?
On behalf of all the officials in the Ministry of Rites, I beg Your Majesty to take back your order and hand over the Ministry of Rites to the Ministry of Rites. "
"I promise Your Majesty that I'll handle this matter properly. Otherwise, I'm willing to accept punishment from Your Majesty." Fang Fengshi knelt down again with a firm expression.
Anyway, he had made his stance clear. Either you hand over the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites to me, or I'll resign and go home.
Zhu Yijun looked at Fang Fengshi speechlessly. "Why didn't I notice that you have such a rogue side when I promoted you?"
Zhu Yijun finally understood that the Daming officials were really versatile.
They could flatter and flatter the Emperor, adjust the Yin-Yang Tube, and act shamelessly in the middle.
Zhu Yijun helped Fang Fengshi up again and said with a smile, "My private words haven't been discussed with the Cabinet and the Ministers of the Six Ministries, so I can't make a decision now. Since you object, let's drop this matter!"
"I'll hand over the Ministry of Rites to the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Rites will coordinate with the lecturers to develop the Ministry of Rites, and the construction of the Ministry of Rites will be handed over to the Ministry of Rites."
Fang Fengshi stood up, but he still advised, "Your Majesty, you're the Daming Emperor. Every word you say is the Emperor's, and your words are the law. How can you be so reckless?"
"I know!" Zhu Yijun nodded, "Be careful in the future."
Only then did Fang Fengshi shut his mouth, bid farewell to Zhu Yijun, and walked out with his head held high.
Looking at Fang Fengshi's back, Zhu Yijun smiled helplessly. This time, he was really proud.
His reputation in the Ministry of Rites would definitely soar when he returned. But this was also a good thing.
As for the fact that he was advised to take back his order, Zhu Yijun didn't mind at all.
In this era, it wasn't embarrassing to accept admonitions humbly. The Emperor's retraction of his order wasn't a matter of losing his prestige.
On the contrary, accepting admonitions humbly was one of the standards of the Confucian school to recognize a wise emperor. Even Li Shimin was choked by Wei Zheng, let alone himself.
"Tomorrow is the opening day of the Royal Hospital, right?" Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Jing and asked.
Zhang Jing nodded, "Yes, Imperial Majesty!"
"Pass down the decree that I will be visiting the Royal Hospital personally tomorrow," Zhu Yijun thought for a moment, then said, "It's fine to travel light, there's no need to make a big fuss."
Although the Emperor said to travel light, he still sent out a guard of honor of more than three hundred people.
Including the guards, there were more than a thousand people, and they arrived at the entrance of the Royal Hospital.
Coming down from the imperial carriage, Zhu Yijun noticed that there were already many people here.
They weren't ordinary people, as ordinary people couldn't enter at all. They were already stopped outside. Honours and relatives were waiting here.
Zhu Yijun looked at the Duke of England, Zhang Yong, and the Duke of Dingguo, Xu Wenbi, and smiled as he helped them up. "Why are you waiting here?"
"Replying to Your Majesty, this Royal Hospital is Your Majesty's benevolent policy. We all wish to bask in Your Majesty's benevolence as soon as possible, so we have been waiting here," Zhang Yong quickly said, "We have disturbed Your Majesty, please forgive us, Your Majesty."
Compared to civil officials, Honours and flattery had no bottom line, and they would say whatever was good.
Zhu Yijun said with a smile, "If that's the case, then all of you can go in with me!"
At the Royal Hospital's side, the director of the Royal Hospital, Li Jianyuan, welcomed Zhu Yijun.
He was Li Shizhen's only son and the inheritor of the Li family's medical skills.
Li Shizhen's father was also a famous doctor, and his medical skills were passed down through the generations.
Compared to Li Shizhen, Li Jianyuan preferred to be an official, and the director of the Royal Hospital was very suitable for him.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
After seeing Zhu Yijun, Li Jianyuan quickly bowed. Seeing Zhu Yijun wave his hand to indicate that there was no need to bow, Li Jianyuan then stood up from the ground.
"Li, you, show me and you around!" Zhu Yijun said with a smile.
Li Jianyuan quickly said, "Yes, Your Majesty!" After that, Li Jianyuan led the way in front.
Zhu Yijun had seen the blueprints of the entire Royal Hospital's construction, but it was his first time here.
There was a gate outside, and there was a plaque hanging at the gate, which said "Royal Hospital".
After entering the gate, there was a very spacious courtyard, and there was a two-story brick building in front of it, which was very big.
Since the invention of cement and red bricks, such buildings were all built with red bricks and cement, and covered with tiles.
After passing through the courtyard and entering the main building, Zhu Yijun found that there was a spacious hall.
There were corridors on the left and right sides, and on the right side of the corridor were rooms. There was a sign hanging on each room.
The sign said "Orthopedics", "Internal Medicine", and so on. Obviously, these were also divided into departments.
At the innermost part of the corridor on the right, there was a big sign hanging, which said "Operating Room".
When Zhu Yijun saw such a layout, the corner of his mouth twitched. He had a feeling that he had entered a village hospital in the future.
"Your Majesty, in each department, there is an attending physician and two apprentices.
Over there is the registration room, over there is the pharmacy, and over there is the emergency room. All patients who need emergency treatment will be sent over there. "
Li Jianyuan explained. This was a good opportunity for him to perform, so he naturally couldn't miss it.
Zhu Yijun nodded and said in a deep voice, "Can the hospital guarantee the medicine?"
In this era, medicine was a very troublesome thing. Without medicine, all doctors would be blind.