Just after Wu Gu, Zhu Zhanyong, who had gone to bed early and had not studied, got up with full energy.
Wash and dress.
The advantage of moving to this side hall is that the time for the meal delivery by the Shangshan Supervisor was a quarter earlier than usual. After breakfast, Hou sent a message to the Shangshan Supervisor next to him that Zhu Di wanted to summon him.
It's just getting dark and Qing Ming wakes up?
It seemed that he was not good at being an emperor. When Zhu Zhanyong entered Wenyuan Pavilion, he saw a figure wearing an imperial robe and sitting under a bean lamp reading a book. He knelt down and said good morning:
"Your Majesty, it's so early to get up."
Zhu Di tugged at the emperor's robe, as if he felt cold: "When I was young, I was greedy for sleep and was often scolded by others. Now that I am the emperor, how dare I go to court late at night and wake up when the time comes."
In the court, many memorials were waiting for review, and reading and drinking tea were all squeezed out.
The book on farming and economics in my hand had the last chapter folded and the footer was folded. It was obvious that I had finished reading it, but I was sitting there quietly.
The meaning in his eyes is still unfinished.
After a long while, he slowly looked at it: "Is there any more?"
It's rare to find an interesting book. The four years of peace and difficulty consumed the country's capital. Now the world is gradually becoming more peaceful, but I don't know what the impact is.
Thinking back to the history books I had read, after the Qin, Han, Tang and Song Dynasties conquered the world, they rapidly prospered and then declined. I was puzzled at first, but after reading the book, I seem to be able to understand some connections.
Seeing that Zhu Zhanyong didn't speak, Zhu Di's voice was slightly reproachful: "I know that your godfather Wang said that salt method."
Zhu Zhanyong knew.
If you stand at the top of a country and read these books, you will have a deeper understanding and more associations than ordinary people. No wonder Zhu Di couldn't sleep and sat here with the lamp on.
"Emperor, how dare you hide your secrets?" Zhu Zhanyong refused directly.
Zhu Di became irritable, as if something he was very interested in was suddenly interrupted, and he became angry, but he knew that Zhu Zhanyong was not at fault: "Then you should work harder and take more trouble to write more."
Zhu Zhanyong was not surprised. Any emperor who worked hard to govern would have this reaction, but he didn't want to work overtime: "It's not a good thing for the emperor to work so hard. If his subordinates don't do it, the emperor will always be tired."
Such small things.
The emperor only needs to understand the general outline. If he does everything himself, he may not be able to do better than others, and it will easily tire him out.
Zhu Di looked over, and when he heard these words, his always serious face became much softer, thinking about the territorial issues such as Oara in the north, the three Tatar tribes, and Jiaozhi in the southwest.
There were constant rebellions and civil unrest among the chieftains in the south and northwest who were disobedient to the rule.
Grain harvests in Suhu and other places have been poor year after year, the military expenditure in the north is high every year, and unexpected natural disasters...
Taken together, the imperial court was not at peace.
If he falls.
Can future generations solve these hidden dangers?
Zhu Di smiled and said, "Do you know my concerns?"
"Emperor, Sun Chen dare not speculate, but the holy will cannot be violated. The emperor's concern should be that his descendants will lose their country like Emperor Jianwen because they have no talent."
In fact, Yingzong and Zhu Di were only two generations apart and lost half a million troops. Although not all was lost, it was considered a loss.
Zhu Zhanyong suddenly had a whim.
[Guozuo’s luck points are insufficient and the dynasty cannot be extended for longer]
Sure enough.
Less than a thousand points cannot be consumed. Although he wanted to help Zhu Di extend the duration of Yongle and push the prosperous age to its peak, Guo Zuo's luck points were gone.
At this moment, Zhu Di, whose dynasty was almost extended, was looking at his grandson with admiration, who had quickly established himself in the capital from Beiping Prefecture, and nodded:
"Tell me, who else can handle it?"
"In the Yuan Dynasty, officials were used to govern the country. The laws and regulations were very cumbersome and the documents were piled up. The officials committed fraud and could not be held accountable. The same is true for the emperor now. Everything must be reviewed by the emperor. When things piled up, the emperor was eager to implement them and approved them, but leaked them.
Losing something important will give the traitor an opportunity to take advantage of you."
Zhu Zhanyong knew that when he was summoned, he should want to hear something different. Usually, few officials would dare to say these things.
Finished now.
You should be able to let him go.
After hearing these words, Zhu Di just felt dazed. He wanted the Ming Dynasty to be passed down forever in the hands of future generations, but he had never been an emperor. He often thought about Emperor Gao's abolition of Zhongshu Province, good governance or bad governance, and the emperor and the prime minister.
I can't deal with the tasks even if I don't sleep all the time.
Prevent the abuse of imperial power and bureaucratic deficiencies.
He wanted to improve the power of the bachelor, so he said this to his heart, and Zhu Di also had the same intention: "You kid, you dare to say it."
"Yes... the emperor asked me to say it."
Zhu Di did not blame him, waved his hand to indicate that he could leave, and waited for the others to completely walk out of Wenyuan Pavilion, and said leisurely: "Jie Jin, what have you been doing these days?"
Thinking of the Grand Scholar, he had already decided not to reuse Xie Jin.
At this moment, I can’t help but ask.
"Jie Gong opened the gates of his house and gave lectures in his house." The eunuch knew that Jie Jin was taboo and did not dare to say anything.
It was already a moment before Zhu Zhanyong came out of Wenyuan Pavilion.
I originally wanted to go into the history of the mainland to see if I could gain some luck from the country, but this guy was watching the Ming Dynasty at this time, which meant that there was nothing going on during the Warring States Period, so I had to give up in frustration.
Let’s see what Lao Qi’s harvest is like. He is serious about Yinliang. Don’t look at the close relationship between the emperor and his ancestors. The royal family is the most ruthless and will fall out at any time.
"How many deeds were collected yesterday?"
The harvest was not very rich, and Lao Qi was a little embarrassed: "Your Highness, the villages and counties are far apart. I have some silver and dare not walk on the trails. Some villages do not grow mulberries or raise silkworms. If you want to find farmers who raise mulberries, you have to go."
It would take some time... it would be nice if there were tax books from the government offices. It would be clear at a glance which household collects the silk tax and who raises silkworms."
Zhu Zhanyong asked: "Who is the governor of Yingtian Mansion?"
"Gu Zuo, this person is a Jinshi in the second year of Jianwen. He has literary and military skills. He used to be a censor in the palace, and was later recommended to be Yingtian Prefecture Yin. He is an upright man, and the people secretly call him Bao Zheng. He will not be easily
Give me the tax book."
Lao Qi looked at him awkwardly.
…
Capital City, Yingtian Mansion.
Gu Zuo was sucking noodles while facing the wall. The room was small, with only desks and chairs set down. There were no other subordinates to accompany him. He was sucking hot noodles when he was frightened by the announcement from a subordinate outside and burned his mouth.
"Master, someone wants to see you."
Come and report to the official after eating. Just be a human being. Gu Zuo put down his chopsticks angrily and went out to see who was so bold and dared to report to the official after dinner:
"Who wants to see me?!"
In fact, Zhu Zhanyong didn't have to come. He could just spend two taels of silver to buy the accountant's office in the government office and make a copy of the account books. However, if he only wanted to win over the silk farmers, some gentry would inevitably cause trouble, and Gu Zuo was the parent official in the capital.
"I heard that Mr. Gu is as upright as water and is called Bao Zheng?"
"Yes, tell me your grievances." Gu Zuo said in a deep voice.
"I'm here to pay tribute to Master Gu."
"Achievements?"
After Gu Zuo listened, he carefully looked at the handsome young man in front of him.
"Is it almost time to pay the silk tax again? Jiangnan is the hometown of silk, but the people cannot pay the silk tax. The Ministry of Household Affairs will definitely blame Mr. Gu, and I am here to give silver to the silk farmers.
First allocate silver to silk farmers to pay the silk tax so that they can raise silkworms with peace of mind." Zhu Zhanyong said.
Gu Zuo's heart moved when he heard this.
He worries about making up for the silk tax every year. Those damn silk merchants buy raw silk from silk farmers at very low prices. Life is still difficult. Once a natural disaster occurs, the situation will be serious. Where can I get the silver to pay the tax?
He is also a soft-hearted person.
Unable to bear to push the people, he could only silently bear the pressure from the court, but he did not rush to agree and said seriously:
"How much interest do you want?"
"No interest."
Gu Zuo waved his sleeves and his attitude changed drastically. He looked like the director of the investment promotion office. He smiled and said, "Come on, come on, please come in! Have tea. I didn't quite understand. Let's chat while drinking."
Zhu Zhanyong said: "I am not without conditions."
Gu Zuo's face changed slightly.
Zhu Zhanyong continued: "I will allocate silver to the silk farmers this year at a price that is 10% higher. This will happen every year in the future. I must give the silver first before they can sell me raw silk and then sell it to me."
, I won’t accept it.”
Where did the fool come from, paying first and then waiting for the goods... Gu Zuo laughed: "So that's it. If there were more fools like you in the world... No, as a businessman of righteousness, why would the Ming Dynasty worry about the prosperity of the country and the safety of the people? You
Do you do raw silk business all year round?"
"The trade in raw silk is too deep, and ordinary people want to do it for only one year."
"Too short!"
"Then it will be five years first. However, I want the deed. If they accept the silver and refuse to give raw silk, Mr. Gu will make the decision for me!"
"Humph, this is natural!"
As a result, the protective umbrella of the black and hungry forces in the capital was opened.
Zhu Zhanyong and Gu Zuo finalized the details of the contract.
In fact, there is nothing to finalize. How to write it to make it effective? Mr. Gu is a professional and drafts it himself, using the yamen's ink and seal.
The imperial court was not rigid either.
In fact, many political issues have to be solved by local officials themselves. If they do well, they will be good officials. If they do poorly, they will go to jail. They only care about the results, regardless of the process.
These silver coins were all sent to the silk farmers.
Gu Zuo couldn't beat it with one point of grain silver.
Moreover, they bought it at a 10% price higher than those damn silk merchants, so why not? Wherever Zhu Di gets into trouble, Gu Zuo can straighten his back.
Zhu Zhanyong asked again: "Mr. Gu, the common people want to send silver to the silk farmers, but the silk farmers in Yingtianfu are all over the counties and villages. The common people don't know where they live, and they are carrying these coins and are worried about encountering thieves. I
I wanted to deliver it to them right away, but...sigh."
"Send...give money? Okay, okay, where is the silver? I will order someone to send it to the silk farmers right now." Gu Zuo raised his eyebrows and smiled.
It's time to pay summer tax.
In the past, some silk farmers even went to Beijing to work as laborers to earn silk taxes and then go back to raise silkworms. Now they don't have to go to such trouble. If the silver is given out, the silk farmers don't have to go out to work as laborers, and they can also collect the silk taxes.
Qi Zhong was stunned as he watched.
How did Emperor Gao know about this person and asked me to serve him without asking for help? He smiled and took out the account books and helped escort the silver coins.
Gu Zuo was so kind that he sent him out of the Yamen.
Zhu Zhanyong could feel that this was a good official who worked for the benefit of the people. Unlike those Confucian scholars who studied hard, he was flexible and dared to do things. In fact, the people needed such officials.
Lao Zhu and others saw him cheating in the yamen, and were also surprised by Zhu Zhanyong's talent.
Lao Zhu was the first to speak, and he seemed to be worthy of our family.
1: "You bastard, this is how we made Xu Da and others follow us. Like us, it's a good thing that the silk farmers can get the accounts first. I have been a farmer and know that those big employers don't pay their employees. I'm sorry.
, why not make a ten-year contract?"
Enthusiastic San is online for a long time.
3: "Would it be difficult if we cut off those people's financial resources?"
Zhu Zhanyong: "Three words make sense. If the contract is renewed for three years, Gu Fuyin can still suppress it. If it is renewed for ten years, it will be equivalent to me occupying the people of the capital for ten years. How can those gentry sit still? They
We will definitely make trouble with Grandpa Huang."
Lu was a little surprised: "Can they make trouble in the court?"
Zhu Zhanyong: "Scholars, farmers, industry and merchants, although the emperor's grandfather placed the status of merchants very low, the people have different opinions, and some officials even secretly engage in business. The imperial officials have thousands of hectares of fertile land in their homes. If they can't eat all the food, they can't die there."
Where did the grain go in the warehouse?"
Lu: "You mean officials are also businessmen?"
The straight-forward Wu is online.
Zhu Zhanyong: "This matter has been going on since the Spring and Autumn Period. Businessmen are disrupting the country. I don't like officials and businessmen. They only consider themselves and not the people."
He put away the smooth jade.
After returning to the palace, they just waited for Lao Qi to collect the deed from the capital. It seemed that Zheng He was about to return for the first time. When he returned, the price of silk rose sharply, and he controlled the price of raw silk from the source.
………
Han Dynasty Palace.
King Zhao came to visit the palace. He entered the palace at Chenshi to pay his respects to the queen, then attended the morning court and reported the government affairs of the Beiping Palace, and then returned to the Hanwang Palace.
He still had twenty days left in Beijing, and Chang Shi, who had assisted him for many years, was killed by his dear nephew, so he tried to pull Zhu Zhanyong away no matter what.
"What clues were found?"
Meng Yu is also Zhu Gaosui's long history, but he is the second person in the palace, and now he is promoted and becomes the first person.
At this moment, he stood in front of Zhu Gaochi: "His Royal Highness has been hoarding raw silk recently. He often goes to that cloth shop and then buys a lot of raw silk. Now the price of raw silk has increased."
Prince Zhao's eyes were reflected in the tea bowl: "Is there something unusual?"
"Does King Zhao know how much raw silk he bought? Most of the raw silk in the capital, as well as the raw silk in Suzhou, the world's largest gathering place, was bought back. Although the raw silk is not worth a few dollars, he seems to have bought tens of thousands of taels, so
Where did the extra silver come from?" Meng Yu hesitated for a moment.
King Zhao raised his eyes and murmured to himself: "Zhan Yong came from Beiping Mansion and only brought a few clothes. Where did he get the silver, Mr. British?"
"A while ago, the prince wanted to pay the salary to the more than 2,000 copywriters who were renovated. He asked the Ministry of Household Affairs for some silver. The lower official asked whether the prince might have misappropriated the silver." Meng Yu thought hard.
King Zhao's eyes lit up and he gritted his teeth: "Then I can't let him get his wish!"
Silk prices reduced.
Then the price of raw silk will definitely drop. If the silver taels from the DPRK and China are used, it will be difficult to see how he can return the silver taels to the court. Thinking of this, Zhu Gaosui decided to lower the price of silk in the capital.
However, when he first arrived in the capital, he had no money.
Although the King of Han had some silver, he probably wouldn't lend it out if the amount was too big. After some thought, he decided to order his men to invite the people from Yahang.
ps: This chapter is another 2-in-1 4k. The PK started again this week. I feel a little bit suspenseful. Please read it and recommend it~ This chapter has been completed!