"Mr. Liu, I heard about the famine in Huaibei, I wonder if this happened?"

At the entrance of Jiyan Hall, in a crowd of people gathered together, a Ministry of Works asked the official of the Ministry of Revenue, and the official of the Ministry of Revenue also sighed:

"Oh, it's a turbulent time..."

"Ten days ago, Yang Wenluo, the Minister of Finance, reported that the residents of Huaibei had eaten all the grassroots and barks, and even had several village houses, married women, and ordered them to bean curds and stalks."

"The Ministry of Revenue in Southern Zhili allocated grain to let the people go south. I never thought that after crossing the river, the stove households were scrambling for rice, and the hungry people were scrambling for grain, and there were many different places."

"In Zhenjiang, rice has soared to 100 cents, and Suzhou and Songjiang have soared to 130 to 140 cents, but it has not yet been done."

"The grain merchants in Jiangnan cannot expect the grain in Sichuan and Huguang, and the shops in Jiangxi have been shut down, and the common people have been scrambling the grain, which has caused panic among the people in Jiangnan."

"If this continues, I guess the grain this year will probably be postponed."

The Minister of Household Affairs of the Ministry of Revenue shook his head and sighed while talking, and the officials next to him were also frowning.

This small group of people was obviously officials who were worried about the country and the people. Not far away, there were officials who were chatting and laughing in the third and fourth groups, who seemed to care about the great famine in Huaibei.

What is a little embarrassing is that this small group was the Donglin Party that everyone later called for fighting, and the officials of the 3rd and 4th Group next to them were officials of the Qi, Chu, Zhejiang, Qin and other parties.

Zhu Youjian sat on a chair, eating pastries, drinking tea, and looking at the group of people.

After seeing such a trend, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. No wonder the people in the capital would cry when Yang Lian and others were killed.

In conjunction with the current Donglin Party, it is still a white lotus, and has not yet become a corrupt official in the future.

"Any party thinks about serving the country and the people in the early stages. The great man's words are sincere and will not deceive me..."

Zhu Youjian sighed in his heart, and at this time, a harsh sound came from inside the banquet hall.

"Long live my emperor..."

"Okay, get up."

The sound of pushing the golden mountain and turning the jade pillars in the Jiyan Hall sounded. After hearing this, Zhu Youjian quickly swallowed the pastry in his mouth, got up, patted the pastry powder in his hands, and walked towards the hall.

"Where is the fifth brother of the emperor?"

In the Jiyan Hall, Zhu Youxiao looked around and spoke in confusion.

"The Fifth Prince is…"

"I am here."

Fang Congzhe also wanted to answer Zhu Youxiao's questions, but he didn't want to be interrupted. Zhu Youjian squeezed in from the periphery of more than a dozen officials and raised his hand to remind him of his position.

Some officials were still wondering who was so rude, but when they turned around and saw that it was Zhu Youjian, they quickly pushed him away and gave way.

Zhu Youjian finally squeezed in and immediately saw Zhu Youxiao in plain clothes, as well as Wang An and Wei Jinzhong following him.

When Zhu Youxiao saw Zhu Youjian, he smiled on his face, stepped forward and patted his shoulder and said:

"We will go to Wenhua Hall with Master Fang and all the ministers to deal with political affairs. I will ask you, my brother, in a few banquet halls."

Since the location is the outer court and there are ministers around, Zhu Youxiao did not talk about me, but used me as his own name.

Seeing this, Zhu Youjian nodded and said, "Brother, please pay more attention to your health and never get tired."

"Well, don't worry, brother." Zhu Youxiao smiled happily, and then he didn't know what he remembered, and suddenly spoke to Zhang Wenda, Minister of War:

"I heard that the number of soldiers in the Imperial Horse Supervisor was short of less than 20,000. I think it is not enough for these people to build the imperial tomb."

"I want to transfer the three guards of Yulin to Changping to repair the imperial tomb. I wonder what Zhang Shangshu thinks?"

sorrow……

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhu Youjian felt aggrieved.

The twenty-six guards of Shangzhi were obviously the emperor's personal army, but now Zhu Youxiao transferred three guards and needed to tell the Minister of War, which really made people feel frustrated.

This is a true portrayal of the late Ming Dynasty. From the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Xiaozong Zhu Youzhi, the Ming Dynasty emperor slowly distributed his 26 guards' power to civil servants.

Fortunately, the Ming Wuzong Zhu Houzhao firmly grasped the four guards and one battalion of the Imperial Horse Supervision, otherwise Zhu Youxiao would probably be a bare commander at the moment.

"My name..." Zhang Wenda saw Zhu Youxiao speak, and quickly compiled and wanted to agree.

"No!" Suddenly, someone interrupted his words, and the person who stood up was still so familiar.

The person who stood up was Yang Lian, the head of the Military Academy, and after he stood up, he said righteously:

"Since our ancestors, our dynasty has restricted the soldiers and horses in the hands of the vassal kings."

"Originally, it was a violation of the ancestral system to transfer the three guards of the Yulin to build the imperial tomb, and now it is necessary to transfer the three guards of the Yulin to the fifth prince."

"Don't you think it's too much to be transferred by ten-year-old yellow-mouthed child?!"

"..." Yang Lian's words left the ministers in the banquet hall speechless.

Liu Yiyin, who is also the second assistant to the Donglin Party’s cabinet, stepped on Yang Lian’s feet obscurely, wanting to remind him that the new emperor had just succeeded to the throne and should not lose face to the new emperor.

But she didn't expect Yang Lian to be more excited, so she continued to compile and roared:

"I don't know if I have read the memorials I have handed over. Nearly three million sounded from the nine sides. The old slave knocked on the edge one after another in northeastern Liao. In June, tens of thousands of troops were dispatched. "The yellow bulge reflects the sun, and the flag reflects the sky" approached Shenyang."

"If the general He Shixian had not been for his contribution to defending the city, Shenyang would have been captured by the rebels."

"Winter is coming, and the soldiers have not even received the salary from last year. Don't you feel ashamed if you live?!"

Yang Lian's words were all indignation for the country and the people, but his tone was really problematic. Even Zhu Youjian, a poverty alleviation cadre who was criticized in later generations, frowned a little, let alone Zhu Youxiao.

At this moment, the ministers looked at their noses and their hearts, and Wei Jinzhong's eyes were even more eager to cut Yang Lian alive.

However, although Zhu Youxiao frowned slightly, he then spoke in a kind tone:

"I have naturally read the memorial of Yang Jushu."

"I not only watched it, but also watched it with the fifth brother of the emperor."

"As for the lack of news, the fifth brother of the emperor told me about the organization and military forces in the nine border areas, and also sorted out the 26th guards and three major camps of Shangzhi in Northern Zhili, and the five cities of the military commanders."

"Finally, I would like to give me advice. Each person can spend two taels of money, and I will spend this year first, and then I will make up for the next year."

"But you should also know that I have a total of 729,000 people to the nine sides. Even if one person gives two taels of silver, it will be 1,458,000 taels."

"At the beginning of the year, the emperor's grandfather issued two million calls. Last month, the imperial examination issued another two million taels. Now the Ministry of War and the Military Department want me to issue another one hundred,458,000 taels, and the treasury is really unbearable."

"At present, the tax silver from the imperial villages, imperial shops and internal transport warehouses of honeysuckle have not been shipped to the capital, so I believe that it can be delayed by one month later."

"A month later, the Imperial Horse Supervision and Honeysuckle Duty Silver will be shipped to the capital, and another 1,458,000 taels will be issued."
Chapter completed!