After Xu Da captured Shanxi, he also arranged for some people to mine coal. The workers in the coal mines inserted bamboo tubes into the coal mines to discharge the poisonous gas, and then dug out the coal basket by basket.
However, given the current efficiency of coal mining, most of these coals are not available to these common people. Rich families and officials are all waiting to use them. Moreover, the Ministry of Works also has a huge demand for coal.
Coal is praised as black gold and the food of industry. When the world recovers, Zhu Biao will definitely increase the mining of coal mines. Daming's coal resources are still very rich.
However, distant water could not quench the near thirst, and people still used stove charcoal, so large-scale burning of charcoal was also necessary.
This thing is not that difficult. As long as there are many people, charcoal is relatively easy to make, and there will be no shortage of wood along the way.
There are so many things to do, Zhu Biao has never worried about keeping warm in winter in his whole life. Needless to say about future generations. In this life, Zhu Biao was born in a high-walled compound, where he wore white fox furs and animal charcoal for heating.
There is Nuanyu who warms the bed, and Yubazi who changes every hour.
The princes and nobles had nothing to do in winter except raising fat, but for the common people, winter was the most difficult time for them. They could not do anything. The whole family could only eat the rations from the autumn harvest and stay together as a family.
Suffering from cold and hunger, I am afraid that an illness will take my family away.
Zhu Biao sighed. He really didn't know how high he stood if he didn't look down. If Zhu Biao were an ordinary little nobleman, according to his character, he would probably just live out his wealthy life honestly and change.
In this world, you can cook as many bowls of rice as your appetite.
But in this life, he became the prince of the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Biao felt that he had some responsibilities to his people. This feeling was not born from birth, but developed as Zhu Biao grew up.
He had received extremely exquisite care since he was a child, and had grown up well-fed and well-dressed, but he didn't find anything strange about it. After all, wouldn't all the children of later generations be like this?
But as Zhu Biao's eyes moved from his own little world to this world, Zhu Biao felt a huge contrast. There were too many living people starving to death and freezing to death, and there were too many children who could not even grow up.
No chance.
Song Lian and other civil servants hoped that he would usher in a prosperous era of cultural prosperity so that they, the civil servants, could leave their names in history.
The elderly nobles all hope that he can safely inherit the throne so that their children and grandchildren can be rich and prosperous for generations and live together with the country.
The young nobles and others all hoped that Zhu Biao would be ambitious and continue to send troops to conquer the east and west after taking the throne, so that generals like them could show their skills and gain a higher status.
The common people hoped that Emperor Zhu of the Ming Dynasty could ensure that they had a piece of land to cultivate, so that they could safely exchange their own efforts for food to support their families.
This is the pressure Zhu Biao is carrying, but it is not heavy because no one can force him and everyone only has expectations for him.
Compared with that person, Zhu Biao was extremely happy. No one could force him to do anything. It was also a poem. Didn't Li Qi once want to force him to write one? What was the result?
Zhu Biao didn't want to do it. Li Qi was also a dignified prince, so he had to kneel down and ask for Zhu Biao's forgiveness. And that man also wrote the poem, but he died suddenly...
Just as Zhu Biao took a sip of the tea brought by Da Shuang'er, he saw Liu Jin walking in anxiously.
After Liu Jin saluted Zhu Biao, he said: "Sir, something has happened. Just now, Wang Yizheng, the imperial censor, went to the royal study room to impeach Yang Siyi, the minister of the Ministry of household affairs, for corruption, perverting the law, and indulging the officials who collected land tax to oppress the good."
Zhu Biao frowned. It was common for officials in the Ministry of Revenue to be impeached for corruption and bending the law. No one could avoid this process.
However, since the censor felt that there was trouble in the imperial study, it means that he has indeed obtained the evidence, and the matter is not trivial. Yang Siyi is Lu Yong's confidant. If the matter becomes a big deal, a large number of officials will probably be removed.
Zhu Biao was a little irritated. The imperial examination was about to take place and his wedding, and then there was the matter of relocation from Shanxi. These things were already annoying enough.
Liu Jin continued: "The Holy One is furious and has ordered all officials above the fourth rank to rush to Fengtian Hall immediately."
Zhu Biao was stunned. Grade four or above?
Zhu Biao thought about it and got up and walked towards Fengtian Hall. Liu Jin and others hurriedly followed.
Since it was corruption and perversion of the law, it means accepting the filial piety from below and allowing officials to oppress good people. It means that the petty officials below used disgraceful means when collecting land and grain taxes.
Last time, Zhu Biao discussed with his father the salary increase for officials, and Zhu Yuanzhang also said that he would raise it some after this year, but Zhu Yuanzhang was not willing to do so.
Zhu Biao had already leaked the news about this matter, just to tell the officials not to hit the knife edge at this time.
The last time Zhu Biao helped officials plead for a salary increase, it was because their salaries were indeed a bit low. If they didn't make some extra money, it wouldn't be strange for the whole family to drink northwest wind.
How much salary does my father pay to the officials? A first-rank official is 1,044 shi meters per year, and it decreases downwards. A seventh-rank magistrate is only 90 shi meters per year.
This is a seventh-grade official, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a Bailihou. Although he is a grassroots cadre, he is the foundation on which the country relies for its livelihood. It is not only the implementation of central policies, laws and regulations; it is also responsible for ensuring the completion of annual money and grain.
He is the "first person" responsible for tax collection tasks and maintaining local public security and political stability, and directly "secrets the four people."
The county magistrate is the "parent official" of the local people and the largest official that the local people can see. Therefore, his or her political performance, whether he is honest or not, and even his personality and talents, etc., are nothing more than playing the role of "image ambassador" of the imperial court.
Even Zhu Biao felt sad for them. Under his father, he was not only the county magistrate, but also the president of the county court, the prosecutor-general of the procuratorate, the director of finance, the director of taxation, the director of industry and commerce, and the captain of the county construction team.
After working so hard for a month to earn a salary of just over seven dan, he is like a diligent old scalper. What he eats is grass, what he leaves is blood, and what he squeezes out is milk.
A magistrate is in charge of so many things, so it is inevitable to reward the junior officials below. Otherwise, no one will be willing to work for you. As the saying goes, the king of hell is easy to deal with, but the devil is difficult to deal with. Without rewards or benefits, no one will work seriously for you.
What's more, he also has a lot of senior officials under him, who are divided into senior masters and second masters. The first masters include the door administration master, the draft signing master, and below them are a group of second masters, including "examination", "duty watch", "seal seal", etc.
People, these people are the office staff in the magistrate's signing room. In addition, the magistrate will send people to watch the important departments of the county. The magistrate will also bring his own chef and master.
This large group of people are all subordinates of the county magistrate, and they all have to be supported by him. With a monthly salary of only 7.5 shi, everyone has no choice but to drink the northwest wind.
Besides, who would be willing to be a county magistrate? Naturally, he has to climb up the ladder. When you ask to see your boss, you have to give him some gifts. You can't come empty-handed, so officials have to greet and send you off, and they go everywhere during the holidays.
Moving around, salary is not enough.
At this time, Zhu Biao had already walked all the way to the front of Fengtian Palace. As soon as he reached the door, a eunuch saluted and invited him in.
Zhu Biao nodded, straightened his sleeves a little, and then walked through the gate of Fengtian Hall. It was obviously a sweltering time, and Zhu Biao seemed to feel a chill the moment he stepped in. I don't know if it was a psychological effect.
Zhu Biao's face was somewhat serious, with a slight bulge between his eyebrows, which made people instantly feel his dissatisfaction.
This is also the normal behavior of a prince when he hears that someone is corrupt and bending the law. Zhu Biao glanced around and saw that the Fengtian Palace was a little empty. The number of people in the Fengtian Palace was far less than when he went to court. All the ministers did not speak out. Yang Sicheng, the minister of household affairs, knelt down.
In the middle, Zhu Yuanzhang, who is sitting on the throne above, is leaning on the dragon chair with his eyes closed.
As Zhu Biao came in, the ministers on both sides turned around and bowed to Zhu Biao. None of them spoke, but Zhu Biao could feel that they hoped that the prince could come to the rescue. Especially the Minister of Hubu, who bent down
The longest time.
Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Yuanzhang with his eyes closed and suddenly understood something. After nodding slightly, he walked to the front and knelt down towards his father: "My dear father, long live my father. Long live my father."
Zhu Yuanzhang did not open his eyes and just said: "Get flat."
Zhu Biao stood up silently and walked up the sixth floor of the imperial steps from the side passage, bowed to Zhu Yuanzhang, and then faced the ministers.
Zhu Biao glanced at the group of censors behind Liu Bowen who had clear sleeves and upright faces.
Although they are not of the fourth grade, they are the plaintiffs after all, and even if they are not allowed in, they will still make a noise outside Fengtian Palace.
Even Zhu Yuanzhang was helpless to them. Who knew that when he was selecting the imperial censor, Zhu Yuanzhang ordered to find those nerdy Taoist Mr. Daoxue to do this job, because this job offended people and made no money, and Mr. Taoist was the most suitable.
candidate.
Secondly, with the method of small system and large scale, these censors are all seventh-rank officials, which can be said to be sesame officials. They are given the right to supervise the chief officials. From Li Shanchang to ninth-rank sesame officials, there is nothing they dare not take care of.
Even Zhu Yuanzhang had nothing to do with them, especially the most upright ones. He would kill the Cambodian emperor if they disagreed, so that he could leave his name in history.
This is why Liu Bowen’s East Zhejiang Party can compete with the Huaixi Honorables. Others are afraid of being beaten, but these people are really not afraid. Their behavioral characteristics can be summarized as: If you want to hit me, I will scold you, every day
If the emperor does not punish you for one day, I will impeach you for one year."
These guys are very mobile now. Even though they are all weak scholars, Lan Yu often stumbles on them.
A month before the expedition, Lan Yu had a fight with a sixth-grade censor. In the end, he was so annoyed that he just lurked in an alley and beat up the censor.
It's a pity that it's useless. If you have a bruise on your head and a blue eye, you still have to be impeached, and you have to add a clause of beating the court officials.