Zhu Wengui walked out of the small room, and he knelt tremblingly in front of the eunuch Wang Yin, bowing his head and showing his obedience.

He had never received an imperial edict, but the book said that kneeling should be like this. As for whether the kneeling is in line with etiquette, he was not sure.

Before he was locked up, he couldn't even speak, and this level lasted nearly fifty years.

The little eunuch who delivered the meal changed several times. He had never seen anyone before, and only heard the sounds to distinguish them.

After Wang Yin read out the imperial edict of Emperor Ming, he rolled it up and handed it to Zhu Wengui.

Zhu Wengui was stunned for a long time and said tremblingly: "Minist, the people... are subject to the imperial edict."

As a Jianshu son, living in a high wall, he started talking for the first time since he was in his teens, and he could only speak a few words with the eunuch who delivered vegetables in his twenties. If it weren't for his wife, he wouldn't even say anything, let alone say something.

Read and write.

The imperial edict was not very difficult to understand. He stood up tremblingly and sent away the yellow envoy away very respectfully.

Standing outside the high wall, Zhu Wengui looked back at the nearly three feet high wall. Until now, he knew what the place he had lived in for fifty years looked like.

The walls are very high and the building is very small.

Zhu Wengui looked at Tian Ri with dizziness. He was a little disbelief. He was actually released alive, and his children and wife were also within the scope of pardon.

Not long after, a carriage was pulled over by eunuchs and helped them move to Fengyang.

Zhu Wengui and his wife and two children stepped into the car dullly.

Zhu Wengui kept looking out, and the scenery on the street and the descriptions in the book gradually corresponded. He still felt a little unreal, but until today, he realized that the world was so lively.

The car drove slowly away from Nanjing City and headed towards Fengyang. At noon, there was no village in front or shop in the back. Two eunuchs and servants took out food boxes and asked four to eat.

The young man ate faster. After Jian Zhong and Jian Rui swallowed it, they wanted to get off the car. With the approval of the eunuch and the accompanying captain, the two of them kept touching the leaves and weeds on the roadside.

The stones don't even let go of crickets.

Liu, who was over fifties, was the family that was implicated when the Han Palace rebelled. She was sent to the high-walled loft and lived in it for more than twenty years.

She moved a stool and ran around as she watched two children who had never seen the world.

This is a small road, and there are not many pedestrians coming and going. Occasionally, there are farmers walking by with hoes on their backs, pointing at them constantly.

Liu waved his hand and signaled the two children to come over. She touched the heads of the two children and said with a smile: "We will not be locked up in the future. Let's see the light of day again."

Liu said with a sob: "Mother didn't lie to you, we're really out!"

"Mother, don't you really have to go back to the small building where you can't see the sun and continue to live?" Jian Zhong asked blankly.

Liu nodded heavily, two lines of hot tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he nodded heavily and said, "No need, we will never go back, no need."

The two children of Jianzhong and Jianrui finally showed joy. They didn't even have the surname Zhu, so they could only have the surname Jian.

The two children thought they had to go back, until their mother said they didn't have to go back to the high-walled building, and the two ran around excitedly.

There was a shallow stream on the side of the road. The two of them had only read from books before. They howled, ran over like the wind, stepped into the water that was beyond their knees, and played casually.

"Mother, I caught a fish, look at it." Jian Zhong shouted loudly.

Liu smiled, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and was finally released.

As time passed, the sun slowly set, and the two children who had played enough got on the car, changed into their clothes, and chatted around Zhu Wengui and Liu.

The eunuchs and lieutenants put away their stools, pulled the cart, and headed towards the Fengyang Xiaoling Guard in the distance.

The carriage drove in the sunset and pulled out an extremely long shadow.

In the Xiangwang Mansion in the green screen alley in the south of Xiangyang City, the light and shadow walls are more than three meters long and more than two meters high.

The entire Xiangwang Mansion is surrounded by three miles, three hundred and nine steps and five minutes. The city is two feet tall, six feet wide at the bottom and two feet wide at the top. It has about five hundred acres of land. The city wall has four city gates and the city tower is covered with green glazed tiles.

Passing Duanli Gate, it is Chengyun Hall. The nest inside the hall is arched with a roof, and the paintings are hung with coiled dragons, decorated with gold edges, and eight auspicious flowers are painted.

The seats in the hall are made of red painted gold coiled dragons.

King Xiang Zhu Zhanji was sitting on the throne of the red painted gold coiled dragon, waiting anxiously for the news.

He is very scared now. After the Empress Dowager took away his golden seal, he has been living in horror.

Why did the emperor go north to hunt for a long time?

Why did you buy the royal palace golden seal?

He ate, drank and slept well in the Xiangwang Mansion. He had no ambitions long ago. It was all about 24 years ago when he seized power.

Rebellion? Is that what humans do? How much strength does the Yan Mansion have to slain? How much destiny is that to succeed?

Zhu Zhanqiu didn't want to care about the affairs in the court at all. He was just a King Xiang. He just wanted to stay in his palace and spend all day.

But the emperor was caught in the north and he was caught in such a whirlpool.

Others may not know, but can they not know it themselves?

He once worked as a state supervisor in Beijing!

Who is Your Majesty now? He is a ruthless person like Taizu and Taizong!

Kill in Taimiao!

What kind of tyrant can do that?

He has been living in panic, fearing that one day the Jinyiwei suddenly appeared in front of the palace, chopped his door with one knife, and then sent him to the high walls of Beijing or Nanjing to live.

He looked at it all over again that day.

Or simply kill his entire palace.

His existence threatens the throne of His Majesty today!

"King, King, Your Highness! Good news is coming from Nanjing." The Chief Song Censor rushed into the main hall with his clothes in his arms. He was out of breath, but he said with a smile: "Your Highness, good news!"

"What good news?" Zhu Zhanqi widened his eyes. Could it be that the Jinyiwei is coming?

Song Chou breathed evenly and bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty has pardoned the Jianshu and the Hans. Now he has moved to Fengyang and has given him food, firewood, rice, and children can be married."

Zhu Zhanqi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and then he hit his left fist on his right palm, and said happily: "Come on!"

Zhu Zhanji walked around the main hall, and he became happier and more excited as he walked. He suddenly smiled at the sky, and his shoulders shook three times.

"Oh, our Majesty, okay!" Zhu Zhanqiu said happily: "Today, the head of the palace, Dianbao, Dianchu, Yibin, and actor, each person will receive three taels of silver, no, five taels! Just five taels!

Two silver!"

"Oh, pass it down, and today I will give you a seat, and everyone in the mansion will eat and drink, and it will be lively and lively."

Song Han frowned and said, "Your Highness, these more than a hundred actors each cost five taels of silver, which is five hundred taels!"

Zhu Zhanqi slapped his forehead and nodded and said, "Ah, yes, then it's just a few liang of actors, no, no, it's still five liang, everyone is happy."

"Today, I'm happier than the New Year!"

"Let the trial be submitted immediately and send the memorial to the capital! I will praise the pardon of Jianshu and Wu, and it will be so popular that there are few in the world!"

Zhu Zhanqi touched his forehead and said, why did he worry about so much? His Majesty really wants to kill him. There is also a Ji Palace in the capital. If you want to kill, you must first kill the Ji Palace. His Xiang Palace has to rank second.

Song Case's eyes kept flowing, and he whispered: "Your Highness, the late emperor gave him 40,000 hectares of land, and the merchants and gentry were affiliated with him, so that would be 50,000 hectares. Next year, he would have to pay taxes and taxes.

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Zhu Zhanji immediately became a little unhappy. He had to pay taxes and taxes for 50,000 hectares of land. In fact, Zhu Zhanji gave his brothers 50,000 hectares of land, but in the end, less than 9,000 hectares were in place.

Later, the more than 30,000 acres were all found in Xiangyang, and they were constantly acquainted with each other for more than 20 years.

Zhu Zhanji really became more and more angry the more he thought about it. What is the concept of 50,000 acres of land?

The tax of three dou of acres is more than one or five hundred thousand stones!

That's all money!

"The fields are very ripe, with three stones of rice and one and a half stone of spring flowers. However, there are three stones in total. There are two ripe fields of rice and wheat. If the fields are harvested by two ripe fields of rice and wheat every year, two stones of rice and one stone of wheat will be harvested every mu." Zhu Zhanji began to calculate the accounts quickly.

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His fields include paddy fields, upland fields, and downland fields. After all, his palace has nearly 6 million stones of grain harvest a year.

His land had less than 20,000 hectares of land belonged to him, and the remaining 30,000 hectares were affiliated with him. About four million stones were used by others to evade taxes in his name.

He himself only has about two million stones.

Seventy percent of it belongs to someone else!

After thinking for a long time, he said, "Clear out all the affiliated people and resist taxes. They will fight back by themselves and send the fields from our royal palace to the capital together!"

"I am Your Majesty's fifth uncle. How can you not obey Your Majesty's decree?"

"This tax is paid alone!"

He calculated that the tax of 1.5 million s, actually according to the Xiangwang Mansion Book, only about 500,000 s.

Then he still had about 1.8 million stones in his hand. After all, the benefits of the royal palace were not much different, but they were just a lot less filial piety.

Is filial piety important or is the head important?

Is the skinny horse in Yangzhou important, or is the heads of more than 300 people in the royal palace important?

Zhu Zhanyi understands the calculations very well!
To be continued...