Broken Wrist Six With an uneasy mood, Hutu Temu came to the imperial study.
Contrary to his expectation, Kublai Khan was not there.
When several close eunuchs around the emperor saw Prime Minister Zuo's arrival, they smiled and made a sign to follow me.
Hutu Temul followed up, turning three times and two times, and turned into the imperial garden.
The Mongolian court did not have as many rules as the Han court.
If all the important ministers came to see you in an emergency, you would just ask someone to report it, and then go directly to the inner palace.
When you met the concubine in the palace, you just said hello and asked if you are safe. .
It's just that there are few urgent matters in the world, so everyone usually doesn't bother Kublai Khan's enjoyment.
Today, Hututmul had something in his heart that he didn't want to say out loud, so he chased him straight into the palace.
I saw the figure of Kublai Khan from a distance, holding a thin metal rod and fishing for fun on the edge of Taiqing Pond.
Hututmur took a few steps forward and was about to salute when Kublai Khan raised his head and his eyes pierced into Hututmur's heart.
"Your Majesty Hutu Temuir has something to report."
Hutu Temuir felt timid for no reason.
He avoided Kublai Khan's eyes and shouted in a low voice.
"Here we come, I knew you would come, so I sent someone to wait for you in the study.
Don't say anything and watch me play with this fish."
Kublai Khan replied lukewarmly, reaching out and grabbing the bamboo basket carried by the eunuch.
Grab a handful of bait and throw it on the water.
Immediately there were numerous small waves on the water, red, gold, white, and black.
The carps that were bought and released rushed out of the water one after another, competing for food in front of Kublai Khan, and they were very busy.
Kublai Khan snorted, and the thin stick in his hand suddenly shook, and he stabbed out like a sword.
Then with a lift and a flick of the wrist, a red carp more than half a foot long was thrown onto the shore with a "pop" sound.
Blood slowly flowed out along the punctured hole, but the unlucky fish was not completely dead.
It rolled and jumped on the golden leaves, spreading the sweet smell everywhere.
The fish in the pond were frightened and dispersed, but soon gathered around and continued to fight for some bait.
Khututmul felt his heart tremble.
He glanced at Kublai Khan's faint smile and the tip of his slightly twisted nose, and did not dare to exhale.
The sound of the carp's dying struggle came from around his feet, "pop", "pop", "pop", each sound was clearer than the other.
"Take it and ask the kitchen to bake it for me."
Kublai Khan ordered with a smile, took out a silk scarf, and wiped the end of the thin metal rod.
"Yes."
Several personal eunuchs picked up the fish and ran away quickly as if they were granted amnesty.
By the Taiqing Pond, only the monarch and his ministers were left, and no one spoke.
The breeze blows, and the fallen leaves roll through the fluttering clothes.
The thin metal rod shines dazzlingly in the afternoon light, and countless golden crosses are reflected from the tip to the handle.
"How is my swordsmanship?"
After pondering for a while, Kublai Khan inserted the metal rod into the shore and asked with a smile.
"Sword" Khututmul asked in confusion.
"Sword, this is the Western stabbing sword given to me by the Polo brothers.
It is made of good steel."
Kublai Khan's hand passed over the metal rod, and the stabbing sword bent into an arc, and then It bounced into a straight line with a "buzz" sound.
"Good steel," Hututmul praised sincerely.
He is a man who knows his stuff, and he can make a piece of stubborn iron shine so lustrously and become so flexible that it would take a craftsman's secret method to do it.
Although Marco Polo was a jester in the eyes of everyone, he was actually a well-informed man.
"It can be bent but not broken.
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It is a pity that it has an edge without an edge.
It is a pity that it is not used by me."
Kublai Khan murmured, not sure whether he was talking about the sword or the man.
"Your Majesty, I have let you down."
Khututmul lowered his head and said, "But your Majesty must not be misled by my words.
At this time, everyone can be in trouble, but your Majesty can't be in trouble."
"It's a good saying that everyone can be in chaos, but I can't be in chaos.
Khuttmur, I really saw you right."
Kublai suddenly raised his head, glanced at Hututmur up and down, and called him by his name.
This is a rare compliment.
Khuttmur was slow to respond to troubles, so Mongolian ministers and Kublai Khan often jokingly called him the confused brother.
It was very rare to call him by his real name.
"My qualifications are stupid, I just don't dare to be undedicated to His Majesty."
Kublai Khan's anger was gradually fading from the words of praise, and Hututmul replied humbly.
"You mean, someone is no longer devoted to me?"
Kublai Khan put his hands behind his back, walked a few steps on the fallen leaves with interest, and asked in a low voice.
At this moment, he was only wearing a silk robe.
He looked squat and looked like a wealthy man from the south of the Yangtze River.
But the slightly staggering steps became firmer and firmer step by step.
Every step he took made Hututmul's heart tighten.
With his heart beating, Hututmur decided to tell the truth, took a deep breath, and said in a calm tone: "I think that at this moment, someone in the court was deceived by the big hurlitai promised by Naiyan and lost his fundamentals. " "Pa" Kublai Khan's footsteps suddenly stopped behind Hututmul.
For a moment, Hututmul felt the emperor's eyes pressing down on him, as if his back was weighed down by a head weighing several thousand kilograms.
It was as heavy as a bull, or maybe someone had brought a spear and nailed it between his waist and eyes, causing the hair all over his body to stand up.
"Although I am foolish, I am telling the truth.
All the ministers are smarter than me, but they are just perfunctory."
Gritting his teeth, Hututmul followed up.
"Hahahahaha" Suddenly there was a burst of laughter behind him.
Hututmul turned around and saw Kublai Khan bending over, as if he had seen some strange scenery.
He kept laughing until he finally burst into tears.
It fell on the slightly lame right leg.
"Your Majesty," Khututmul shouted timidly as his heart went cold due to laughter.
"What a great Khututmul.
No wonder Dong Da is willing to pass on the position of left prime minister to you.
Ichichara, Saliman and the others are people who don't care about the importance.
At this moment, they are only looking for Liu Mengyan.
The trouble with Ahema.
Hehe, hehe, do you really think that I am confused?"
Kublai Khan said while wiping his tears from laughter.
Khututmul felt Kublai Khan's state of mind, and felt even colder all over his body.
When Temujin met with the princes on the banks of the Onan River, he formulated the Dahuritai system based on the habits of the grasslands at that time.
Although the Mongol Khan was revered in power, he was restricted by the recommendation of the Nayan Mongolian nobles, who were the earliest leaders of the tribes.
Without the recommendation of the khuritai, even the successor chosen by the Khan himself is not qualified to inherit the throne of Khan.
Therefore, although all the power of the Mongol Khanate was vested in one person, that is, in the person elected as khan, in fact all sons, grandsons, uncles and electors had the right to share in the power and wealth.
Kublai Khan established himself as Khan without being elected by the Great Kulitai, and later established the Great Yuan Dynasty.
This was not only a betrayal of the Kulitai system.
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To a certain extent, these actions have completely abandoned the Mongolian tradition and moved the Mongolian system closer to the Song Dynasty in the Central Plains.
When competing with Alibaba for the throne, the Mongolian kings could support Kublai Khan because of his personal charm and military exploits.
But after defeating Ali Buge, the conflict of interests between the kings and Kublai Khan became increasingly obvious.
Without the Khuritai system, the kings would lose the weapon to bargain with the Great Khan, and their status would be reduced day by day, even to the point where they were even inferior to the powerful ministers under Kublai Khan.
Therefore, Kublai Khan and the Mongolian kings have been secretly competing around the Kulitai system and the so-called Mongolian tradition.
Over the years, Ahema deliberately withheld money and food from the kings, which was probably one of Kublai Khan's secret strategies to weaken the power of the kings.
It's just that no one pays attention to these strategies, or no one points them out.
Therefore, Naiyan rebelled and did not do anything, but emphasized the Dahuritai system in his statement.
Therefore, the Mongolian ministers in the imperial court deliberately neglected their affairs and tried to use invisible pressure to force Kublai Khan to surrender.
In their eyes, it is necessary to defeat Naiyan, but it is necessary to re-establish the Dahuritai system.
But Kublai Khan could not give in, neither for himself nor for the future of the Mongols in the world.
"Your Majesty, all your ministers have selfish motives, but they have no disloyal intentions."
Seeing Kublai Khan's smile, Hutu Temul couldn't help but comfort him.
"Yes, without my big tree, where would they go to enjoy the shade.
In this regard, we Mongolians are not as good as the Han and Semu people.
Although they have a strong desire for power, at critical moments, they know how to help me overcome the difficulties ahead.
"Besides."
Kublai Khan shook his head and said regretfully: "Those Han ministers have limited talents.
Ahhema has talents, but he is not popular."
"Yes," Khuttmul agreed, following Kublai Khan's tone.
He hurriedly entered the palace in order to remind Kublai Khan that his ministers were deliberately neglecting their affairs.
Having said what needed to be said, how to deal with the predicament at hand was beyond his ability.
Kublai Khan knew that he was slow to respond, so he did not bother him with this topic.
Changing the topic, he commented on the abilities of the ministers in the court one sentence after another.
Both of them clearly felt that compared with the numerous heroes under the command of the literary thieves in the south, the talent in the imperial court seemed to be much withered.
If this continues, not only will the remnants of the Song Dynasty be difficult to quell, local governance will also increasingly rely on the Semu and Han people.
This is definitely not a good sign for Kublai Khan and Khututmur, who regard the Mongols as the most respected people in the world.
While the two were discussing, the deacon and eunuch hurried over, bowed and reported back: "Your Majesty, Buhumu begs for permission."
"Oh" Kublai Khan and Hutu Tmul were stunned at the same time.
After nodding their heads, Kublai Khan ordered: "Let him come to Paozi, as the Mongolians call the lake.
There is no need to be polite."
Rubai is an informal meeting.
In the grassland tradition, this word would only be used when ministers who were domestic slaves secretly announced extremely important matters to the Khan.
Compared with giving lectures in public, the advantages of writing in white are obvious.
First of all, this is a private discussion between the master and the slave.
Even if he is wrong, he will not be harshly criticized.
Secondly, some of the words said when entering the white circle may disgrace the master, but because the words have not reached the ears of the third person, the harsh words will not anger Long Yan.
Bu Kumu's father was a good friend of Kublai Khan and died young.
Kublai Khan has always cultivated Buhumu as his descendant.
Buhumu also lived up to expectations.
Not only did he perform well while reading to the prince Zhenjin, he was also praised by the great scholar Xu Heng.
After becoming an official, his performance was also remarkable.
Within a few years in Hebei Province, he won the reputation of being honest and fair.
At this time, the world was inspired by Wen Tianxiang's events, and there were many rebellions.
However, Hebei Province was just fine, so Bu Mu took credit for it and achieved greatness.
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After a while, Buhumu followed the eunuch to the Taiqing Pond.
When he saw the left prime minister Hutu Temul standing beside His Majesty the Emperor, he was stunned for a moment and bowed to salute.
"I have something important to report to the Great Khan."
"I will go home and think about how to deal with it."
After hearing Buhu Mu's words, Hutu Temul quickly said goodbye to Kublai Khan.
"No, as the left prime minister, you are qualified to listen here.
Bu Humu, if you have anything to say, just say it.
We won't hide it from the stupid brother.
Don't follow those Han people and make unnecessary red tape."
Kublai Khan said with a big hand "Put it down," he ordered.
"Yes."
Buhumu straightened up, and while taking the memorial from his arms, he said eloquently: "In fact, although Song Li is complicated, it ensures the loyalty of the ministers to His Majesty.
Not everything is just to fulfill the story.
Just like Neo-Confucianism. , If all the ministers in the world hold themselves in this way, Your Majesty will not have the troubles you have today.
In the past, the saints saw the decline of the Zhou Dynasty."
"Forget it, don't talk to me anymore.
I also know what you said.
The scholar is probably not bad at discussing things.
I asked him about specific measures, but he couldn't come up with any plan.
I want you to learn their Neo-Confucianism, that's why I want you to understand the thoughts of the Han people so that I can better manage them.
I am not asking you to learn from them."
Like a generous elder, Kublai stopped Buhumu's explanation with a smile.
Everything about the young man in front of me is fine, but his studies are a bit pedantic and he doesn't look like a Mongolian.
"Yes" Buhumu agreed again, holding up the memorial he had already written, and inadvertently revealing the patched jacket under his official uniform.
"I impeach Mr.
Ahema for corruption, perverting the law, preying on the common people, and causing trouble to our great Yuan Dynasty."
"You impeached Ahema, does the prince know about this?
Why do you wear patched clothes?
Isn't the official salary I gave you not enough?"
Kublai Khan was stunned for a moment and asked in a low voice.
Obviously, the degree of concern about the relationship between the prince and this matter, and why Buhumu wore patched clothes, far exceeded the memorial itself.
Buhumu's face turned slightly red, and he hurriedly retrieved the torn jacket that he had accidentally exposed during the memorial.
In this mess, another section of the frayed edge of the official robe was exposed from the sleeves of the official robe.
Khututmul looked at him strangely, and from Buhumu's faded boots and thin face, he felt that this man was not pretending to be poor, and he listened to Buhumu's statement with a certain quality.
It turned out that the prince had seen this memorial a few days ago, but he suppressed it with all his strength.
Buhumu could not find support from the prince, so he had to challenge Kublai Khan face to face.
As for the shabby clothes, it was because the money paid by the outside world had depreciated too much, and the salary was not enough, so he was so depressed.
"You said the salary I gave you is not enough to buy clothes?"
Kublai Khan asked in surprise.
This was far beyond his expectation.
The position of deputy commissioner of punishment and inspection in Hebei Province is not low.
Including routine rewards from the court, the normal income is more than 200 yuan a year.
Logically, he should not even buy decent clothes.
No, the inside of the official uniform is just an old robe.
"My lord, it's hard to say."
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Buhumu hesitated for a moment and said like a mosquito.
The fact that Kublai Khan was not interested in his impeachment memorial to Ahma disappointed him, and he couldn't muster the energy to say anything.
"Then there is nothing to say.
Master Ahema's matter is not as simple as you think.
As for the rest, I have always regarded you as my own son.
If you say it, Brother Hutu and I will also hear something new."
Kubi Lie slowed down his tone and comforted softly.
Officials are so poor that they cannot afford to wear clothes.
This has never been heard of in all dynasties.
Buhumu's shabby appearance not only aroused his curiosity, but also aroused his concern for the local political situation of Dayuan.
"But this matter is closely related to Lord Ahema," Buhumu took half a step back and said with his head lowered.
"Oh, then first tell me why you are so poor.
If it involves Mr.
Ahema, I will make the decision for you."
Kublai Khan responded with a smile.
I laughed secretly in my heart, but I was persistent.
If you want to impeach Ahema, that's all.
You don't have to blame him for your own poverty.
I thought that although Ahema had long hands, he did not dare to embezzle the salaries of officials.
I want to take a look today.
Your teacher Xu Heng taught you how to bring unrelated things together.
"I have received the emperor's favor from my family, and I dare not abuse the law to enrich myself.
However, Mr.
Ahema issued banknotes indiscriminately without any basis or basis.
As a result, prices in the local area skyrocketed, and the prices were dozens of times higher than in the past.
The people handed over ten thousand banknotes, but they could not easily fight for millet. .
However, in the county where I live, the people trade with each other, and all the money they have accumulated, both public and private, is regarded as a waste.
If I had not had some family property, I would not even be able to afford food.
My strength takes into account my clothes.
I dare not deceive Your Majesty.
I paid for my trip back to Beijing by selling my wife’s jewelry.”
Drunkard’s Note: This is not a fabrication.
The original text is “The price of goods has skyrocketed, and the price is more than ten times higher in the county where I am.
They all trade with each other, and the money accumulated by public and private parties is useless.
People regard it as a waste, and the state is therefore short of supplies." was written by Zhao Mengfu in the same year in history.
"Is there such a thing?"
Kublai Khan was shocked and asked.
He knew that Buhumu had no guts to lie to him, but if the people were so exhausted, how could those with lower positions than Buhumu survive, and how could all the officials in the capital live so well?
"I don't dare to make it up.
I remember, of course, His Majesty set up the banknote law, which is to make two banknotes worth one tael of silver.
Every time two banknotes are printed, one tael of silver must be kept in the treasury.
But Lord Ahema refused to implement it. , millions of new banknotes were printed last year.
Now among the people, forty banknotes are not worth one tael.
My annual salary and your Majesty's reward were only equivalent to five taels of silver when I took office. without He dared to collect commission fees from the local government, but he did not dare to collect grievance fees from the people when settling cases, and he did not confiscate filial piety money from his subordinates during the holidays, so he wore shabby clothes and was discourteous in front of His Majesty.
My wife is a Han Chinese and is good at weaving. , Cut off the horse in five days.
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With her skills, I will not embezzle in order to have enough food.
But Lord Ahema is sending money randomly, but he is forcing me to not keep my integrity."
Buhumu raised his head, sad and angry. said.
Thinking of his wife's hard work, the difficulties of his family and the difficulties of maintaining his own life, his eyes became red and his courage became stronger.
With his mouth like pouring beans, he told what he had seen and heard in the place one by one.
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Drunkard's Note: Historically, the Northern Yuan Dynasty was in a state of obscurity, but in the mud, some Mongolian ministers had remarkable character.
Buhumu is one of the more famous ones.
Not only did he write good poems, he was also upright.
According to historical records, his father died early and his fame was not obvious.
And he himself was the junior disciple of Prince Jin Zhen, and his knowledge was a talent for a while.
After becoming an official, he governs with integrity and does not accept bribes.
The salary was not enough, so his wife weaved to support the family.
He later died of illness and had no money for burial.
The corrupt official Sang Ge shed tears and allocated 500 yuan to deal with his funeral arrangements
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