Starting from the early morning of the next day, the funeral of Yuan Xiucai's mother began in full swing. Yuan Xiucai himself did not know when his family had so many relatives and friends.
Whatever you want, you have everything you want, honoring the beginning and ending in a graceful manner, bathing, paying homage, laying a memorial ceremony for you, setting the throne, holding a meal, placing a spiritual seat, hanging the soul, carrying an inscription, carrying a small casket, a large coffin, dressing up, crying and offering libations day and night, and serving food.
Funeral arrangements, memorial ceremonies, funerals, funerals, funerals, etc. were held.
Although some steps should be completed within the stipulated time, after all, it is a special matter, and I don't care about the details. I don't want to bury the sixth-rank wife of the imperial court hastily. So even though it is late, there should be some
Steps still need to be taken.
What's more, who dares to find fault at this time? This is a filial piety case that shocked the world. The Yuan family's fortune is profound and virtuous. Who would bother others if they don't want to help at this time?
Three days later, the old lady was officially buried. Yuan Xiucai knelt down and cried in full mourning. But at this moment, he felt much better. Firstly, it had been a long time since his mother had passed away. Secondly, although it was not satisfactory, at least he wanted some justice. Thirdly,
My mother was buried as a married woman...
What's more, although he doesn't want to admit it in his heart, the most important thing is that he has realized at this moment that he may really have a chance to honor his ancestors. I think I have a spirit, and I will definitely smile when I find out.
After all the ceremonies were over, Yuan Xiucai built a tent and lived in a tent not far from the tomb. He said that he would stay there with his pillow on his pillow and observe mourning for three years. Everyone praised him.
Husband's rites begin with the crown, originate from twilight, are more important than funeral sacrifices, are respectful to the imperial court, and are based on shooting in the countryside. This is the general outline of the rites.
The Master said, "When a son is born for three years and then escapes the care of his parents, and when his husband is mourned for three years, the whole world will be mourned.
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"Don't pluck out the feathers of a bird that has just taken flight. Don't shake the roots of a newly planted tree. The first thing is to rest and give birth. If you work diligently on farming and mulberry trees, encourage marriages, and if you have many children, you should be given fields and cattle to set an example and reward them!"
Zhu Biao was not in the capital, but official documents and memorials from the imperial court would still be delivered to him. Although the news was slightly delayed, he still performed his duties.
A new round of immigration in the imperial court has begun again, mainly young and strong, supplemented by a small number of healthy middle-aged and elderly people. In this era where farming experience mainly relies on word of mouth, the elderly are precious wise men.
At least in some respects.
Zhu Biao put down his pen and asked Liu Jin to collect what he had written. He immediately arranged for someone to send it to the capital. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip before saying in a deep voice, "Why don't you tell the truth? Do you really want me to go and walk through it myself?"
The Hangzhou magistrate kneeling below wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "The land is sparse and the people are sparse, and the cultivation is limited. The governor of the place often orders Li Jia to increase the amount, thinking that his official deeds, this..."
The imperial court was short of money and food, which was always an urgent matter. It was difficult for Zhu Biao to leave the country, so naturally he wanted to take care of the farming affairs, so he arranged for someone to check the land registers recorded in the county and township in detail.
Unexpectedly, he couldn't keep up with the situation at all, but the grain tax paid was real, so he immediately called the Hangzhou prefect for questioning.
"Is it just this place or is it like this in most state capitals around the world?"
"I don't dare to deceive Your Highness, most people are like this."
Zhu Biao frowned. It seemed that the number of acres of reclaimed land in various places calculated by the Ministry of Household Affairs must be somewhat inaccurate: "There are not many acres of land, but the grain tax is indeed real. Where does that part come from, and is it distributed to ordinary people?"
The Hangzhou magistrate hurriedly shook his head: "The imperial court has a policy of rewarding land reclamation, so there is no need to pay grain for the falsely reported amount."
Zhu Biao scolded with a cold snort: "If there is nothing now, it may not be the future. The imperial government's policy of tax reduction and exemption is just a temporary policy. How can we not tax the acres in the future? How will we make up for it by then? Could it be that we will make up for it ourselves?"
It’s not just shared among the poor people!”
After saying that, he ignored the words of begging for mercy and just stretched out his hand to support his forehead, feeling a little embarrassed. My father was sympathetic to the hardships of the people's livelihood and knew that the most important thing at the beginning of the founding of the country was to benefit the people.
Large scale reductions.
In addition, in order to encourage the people to open up wasteland, they even granted amnesty to the newly opened acres of land without having to pay grain taxes. Unexpectedly, the officials below saw the opportunity and lied about their political achievements in order to be promoted.
But it’s not unexpected. Officials, things like this will always happen if you look forward and backward. But now that the situation has been discovered, the court must not be able to follow the rules.
Grain tax is levied based on the current estimated number of acres of land.
The key point is that it is not easy to inform Lao Zhu and order rectification and re-evaluation of the number of acres. It is really not possible to continue killing. The Ming Dynasty is about to have a shortage of officials. No matter how much the Imperial College is expanded, it cannot be seen in a year or two.
Effective.
You can't let illiterate people sit in the government offices to govern the people. It's not that you don't want to use the good ones, but there really aren't that many spare ones. Now Liaodong and Yunnan need to send officials on a large scale to build administrative structures...
"That's it for this time. I will keep it secret for you, Your Majesty. However, you must continue to encourage the people to open up wasteland. You must make up the imaginary number within two years. Don't say it was unforeseen. If there are still mistakes by then, there is no need for Your Majesty.
The wrath of thunder cannot be tolerated by me."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness, I am grateful..."
Zhu Biao immediately wrote a secret letter to Chen Youzong, the Minister of General Affairs, and Zhao Wenjing, the Minister of Household Affairs, informing them of the matter and asking them to immediately coordinate the actual number of local acres and complete the matter before the wasteland tax was levied.
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"Chongba, it's time for the second brother's marriage to be arranged. If it's convenient, let Duke Wei come back as well."
Zhu Yuanzhang carefully put down his grandson. After the morning court in the past few days, he went back to Kunning Palace to see his two precious grandsons. Hearing what his queen said, he responded: "It's peaceful to the west. Let Deng Yu do it, but it's just
This kid, the second brother, is old enough to marry a wife, but he is still useless."
"As a man, you will naturally become sensible after you get married."
Zhu Yuanzhang snorted secretly and said nothing, but he thought about it in his heart. If there was nothing going on in Western Xinjiang, it would not be impossible to send the prince to take back Deng Yu's military power.
The second child is about to marry a girl from his family, and the military power will be handed over to the son-in-law. I expect there will be no injustice. Alas, but the second child's current virtue makes people feel at ease.
As the person who knew Zhu Yuanzhang best, Empress Ma saw that he looked a little embarrassed and asked, "Are you thinking about what will happen after Ping'er gets married? Tell me the truth, where do you want him to guard?"
Zhu Yuanzhang was silent for a moment and said: "At the same time, we are in the danger of confusing Long, the place where the capitals of Zhou and Qin are, and the wilderness of Mugao. Go straight to Jincheng. We want the second son to conquer Xi'an."
The military in both the north and the south is still in a critical moment. Only Western Xinjiang is peaceful, and Xi'an is located in Guanzhong, bordering the Wei River to the north and the Qinling Mountains to the south. The capital of the Thirteen Dynasties has no one of its own to guard it, so it is really uneasy.
According to Lao Zhu's inner feelings, he didn't want to hand over such an important place to his second son. It was just the family relationship between father and son, and it was not easy to bypass his second son and cause a rift between father and son.
Empress Ma frowned slightly and said: "Wei Guogong is still in the prime of life, so I'm afraid he won't be willing to return to the capital so early to retire. Ping'er's temperament still needs to be tempered, so it's too early for him to become a vassal."
"Furthermore...Chongpachi, I know you have your considerations, but do you really want to enfeoff all these princes? I heard people say that if enfeoffment exceeds the system, disaster will arise, and supporting the past will prove the present. It is obvious."
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes narrowed: "Sister, who said this to you? Is it Liu Bowen!"
Queen Ma rolled her eyes at him and said, "You must have read the letter ten times before giving it to me."
When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, his arrogance froze, but he still angrily stood up and started walking around with his hands behind his back: "We have told you not to have anything to do with him anymore, but this old boy dares to instigate our family affairs."
Empress Ma said helplessly: "Liu Bowen is a great talent, Chongba. You are the emperor, and you must have the magnanimity and magnanimity of a useful person. As a monarch, how can you alienate wise ministers because of your likes and dislikes?"
Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head and said nothing, and Empress Ma no longer mentioned the matter. After so many years, Liu Bowen has reached the age of begging for his bones and returning to his hometown for retirement. It can be seen that it is really unreasonable to have incompatible horoscopes.
"I have been studying history with people these days, and I have come to know that the Han Dynasty had the rebellion of the Seven Kingdoms, the Jin Dynasty had the Rebellion of the Eight Kings, and the Tang and Song Dynasties had the disaster of separatist vassal towns. I don't believe you don't know how serious it is. Why should your children and grandchildren be in danger of killing each other?
