What if the ancient emperor didn't understand the dialect? Zhu Yuanzhang came up with a way, and the result was unexpected.

The emperors before the Ming Dynasty were probably never quiet. Hundreds of officials came from all corners of the country, and each held a dialect during the court. They are as lively as birds flying in Phoenix. In front of the son of heaven, portable translators are not allowed, so there is an urgent gurgling sound. The emperor couldn't hear a clue in those dialects, which was very hard and pitiful. Perhaps when the emperor was angry and cursed in the dragon chair, his ministers would secretly talk back in dialect. Who will know that he is guilty if no fellow countryman reports it?

In the early years of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't stand these various dialects, so he ordered people to compile Wu Hong Zheng Yun, which was based on the elegance of the Central Plains and required everyone to speak Mandarin. Of course, Mandarin was different at that time, and it was said to be based on Jinling area. After editing, it was revised several times. Although Zhu Yuanzhang was not very satisfied, Hongwu Zheng Yun was officially promulgated. At that time, when local officials came to Beijing, there must be a copy of Hongwu Zheng Yun in their carry-on luggage. When eating and squatting in the toilet, you should study hard, not for the best, but for passing, so as not to annoy the emperor with too strong local accent, and you may be locked into a study class or fined. Wu Hong Zheng Yun was corrected when he did it, but the result of correction was nothing. Zhu Yuanzhang must be bored himself. He is an emperor, not a language reformer. His dialect is immortal, stubborn as weeds, free and strong, and endless.

According to research, birds also have dialects. For example, playing the songs of birds at an airport is to drive away the birds at the airport, but playing the same songs at an airport thousands of miles away completely loses its function and the birds are indifferent. It's like a person who speaks a foreign dialect running into a restaurant and screaming in panic that there is a bomb here and it will explode soon. Everybody run! People in the restaurant turned a deaf ear because they didn't understand at all.

Many years ago, Lao Wang lived in the north and went back to his hometown in Xuzhou to visit relatives every year like a migratory bird. The train conductor from the south sang with a dustpan early in the morning and shouted all the way: diarrhea-in fact, he was collecting garbage, not moving the toilet urgently. I transferred back to Xuzhou, and my classmates rejected dissidents and called me a little savage. In the eyes of children, all the people who speak Mandarin are from Man Zi. In order to integrate into this large group with local accent as soon as possible, I try to get close to them. In fact, Xuzhou dialect is very interesting, calling "line" as "tube" is not "regardless", and the puppy is called "general". A classmate said that she fell on the steps of the mountain. I didn't know what a step was, so I didn't hesitate to ask, only to know that it was a step, not a shoe. Once they asked me what to say if I wanted to refuse people in Xinjiang dialect. Xinjiang people come from all corners of the country and have rich dialects. I thought about it and answered, "Beautiful." (a sound, a bit like a short lamb barking) They burst into laughter, and there was a kind of complacency in the laughter. Self-feeling is the best dialect.

In fact, dialects are like children. Whether ugly or handsome, everyone thinks they are the cutest. There is a joke on the internet: I drew a flower-and-bird painting and proudly asked Yang, "Dear, would you like to see how I drew it?" Yang Guifei looked at it and said, "Bingo!" I watched it and smiled, but it was not absurd or realistic. Who can guarantee that Yang Yuhuan never spoke such a dialect more than 1000 years ago?