Chapter 44 The Salt Transportation Department Has Money!
Zhu Zhanyong ignored him and rode his horse back to Beijing from Dongyuan, leaving Yang Ji to walk back from Dongyuan.
When returning to the capital,
It was almost curfew, and Yang Ji had purple and red swelling on his face, body, and feet. The bruises from being beaten were even worse after a long hike.
"Ji'er, dad has been waiting for you for a long time. Come and have dinner." Yang Shiqi raised his head and glanced at his son in the courtyard, his face was serious, but his tone was concerned.
Yang Ji didn't go any further: "Father, let someone...send it to my room."
After saying that, he walked slowly to the left side of the courtyard. Yang Shiqi sat down. Although he was angry, he didn't think too deeply. The beautiful woman Liu gave him a bowl of broth:
"Master, Ji'er seems to have something on his mind."
Yang Shiqi took a sip of the broth and said, "He hasn't even taken the exam to be a boy. What can he think about it? Most likely he has run out of money and is afraid that I will scold him."
"He was not afraid of you when he saw you before." Mrs. Liu always felt that there was an indescribable change in her son.
Yang Shiqi frowned deeply and thought that he didn't reach out for the silver. It was strange that when he came outside Yang Ji's wing, he pushed the door and saw that the top of the door was locked.
"Dad...I'm taking a shower."
"Um."
Yang Ji took a few breaths of cold air, exposed his bruised body, and climbed onto the bed. When he got up early the next morning, he opened the door and almost bumped into Yang Shiqi's arms.
Yang Shiqi put his hands behind his back and asked sadly: "Who beat you like this?"
"Dad...I...I don't recognize them." Yang Ji lowered his head.
People who lost their father when they were young and have been making a living in the street since childhood are usually obsessed with family ties. This is the case for Lao Zhu and the same for Yang Shiqi.
Seeing his son's appearance, Yang Shiqi took a deep breath and said, "Next time they come to visit you, take dad with you."
Not long after the next time, Yang Ji was kidnapped when he went out. They met at Qingliangmen and met Zhu Zhanyong and others. Yang Ji hurriedly sent people home to report the news.
Yang Shiqi came angrily and was stunned when he saw this.
Zhu Zhanyong was not surprised to see him and said with a smile: "How good Mr. Yang!"
"Ah, we are beating Mr. Yang's son..." Zhang Mian realized that they were all students from Wenlou, and they recognized Mr. Yang from Zuo Chunfang.
Zhu Zhanyong didn't say anything when he hit him, and everyone froze at this moment.
No wonder he was able to deal with such a heavy blow... Yang Shiqi took a deep breath and bowed: "I have met His Highness Zhan Yong, and I don't know where I could provoke His Highness to do such a heavy blow."
"Yang Ji bullied people in the street and almost beat them to death. I just retaliated." Zhu Zhanyong squinted his eyes.
Yang Shiqi turned around and saw his son lowering his head, and he immediately had the answer in his heart.
"Mr. Yang, take a look for yourself, what is this?" Zhu Zhanyong calmly handed over a memorial. This was a memorial written by Wuzhong, the censor of the left deputy capital, which recorded Yang Ji's numerous crimes.
Yang Shiqi opened it and read it.
He turned around suddenly and slapped Yang Ji on the face.
He immediately turned around and bowed: "Thank you, Your Highness, otherwise... it would have caused a big disaster."
"Shu Zuo is given to Mr. Yang. I have something to entrust to Mr. Yang." Zhu Zhanyong asked Zhang Xi and others to go to the hunting ground first, and only spoke when Yang Shiqi was the only one left.
Zhu Zhanyong seized the time and said: "Tens of thousands of civilians and sergeants have gone to Beiping Mansion. They need to transport fifty tons of grain to the north. However, the canal is blocked and they will not be able to reach Beiping Mansion for a month. Therefore, my father wanted to escort the silver taels." Go to Shandong and purchase 500,000 stones of grain in Shandong and transport it to Peiping. I would like to ask Mr. Yang to be responsible for escorting me during this trip."
Yang Shiqi's eyes flashed slightly.
Having heard about this, he could also guess the reason. It would take a month for water transportation to reach Beiping Mansion, so he could only escort the silver coins. He sighed lightly and nodded.
Zhu Zhanyong took out the university book from his arms again: "Mr. Yang, sign this."
Yang Shiqi's mind was filled with questions.
"Your Highness...what is this?"
"Ah, this, this is a scripture annotated by my father. If Mr. Yang..." Zhu Zhanyong frankly said what he first said to Xie Jin. Of course, it was Yang Shiqi's choice whether to sign or not.
Yang Shiqi's choice was not to sign.
Zhu Zhanyong also expected it and did not embarrass him. He returned to the East Palace and found his father Zhu Gaochi: "Father, someone has been selected."
I heard that it was Yang Shiqi. Zhu Gaochi's face was stiff and expressionless, because Yang Shiqi had never experienced the imperial examination and seemed to be lacking something. Moreover, this man was appointed as Zhongyun Guan in Zuochunfang and was only an auxiliary officer without any outstanding talents.
"More than two hundred thousand taels, Zhan Yong...you want Yang Zhongyun to escort you?"
Because he is so stubborn that he is looked down upon by others... Zhu Zhanyong said in a definite and affirmative tone: "Father, there is no one more suitable than him in the court."
Probably out of his trust in Zhu Zhanyong, Zhu Gaochi gritted his teeth, as if he had made a big decision: "Okay, okay, my father will call Yang Zhongyun here now..."
Zhu Gaochi sent an eunuch to invite Yang Shiqi and treated him with the courtesy of a virtuous corporal. Then he left Zhu Zhanyong and Yang Shiqi in the East Palace while he went to the Ministry of Household Affairs to ask for silver.
It's time to have a showdown with them!
Arriving at the Ministry of Revenue, Zhu Gaochi handed over the account book and memorial. Huang Fu, the minister of the Ministry of Revenue, thought Zhu Gaochi had given up, but he unexpectedly thought of such a method.
His face stiffened for a moment, then he forced out a smile: "Your Highness, the imperial court does not have so much silver."
"Didn't you just collect the summer tax?"
"The summer tax collects rice, flour, silk and cloth, and also pays official salaries. I can print some treasure notes." Huang Fu said with a smile.
into his mother's.
Zhu Gaochi couldn't help it at the moment, and finally came up with such a method. He thought he could successfully solve the problem of grain... Baoqian? This thing is too harsh to wipe your butt.
He looked through the account books, and the account books of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Works were also handed over. He was waiting for the summer tax, and as if counting the days to get some silver, he appropriated the silver.
Zhu Zhanyong was getting ready to leave.
However, he didn't hesitate to see Zhu Gaochi walking towards this direction with an expression on his face, as if everything was back to square one, and he suddenly had a premonition.
"Father, don't you want some silver?"
"Most of the summer taxes were paid on rice, flour, silk and cloth. The common people had never seen any silver. Where could they find the silver to pay taxes? Some of the money paid was taken away by the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Industry... The imperial court also had no silver. "Zhu Gaochi breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, the imperial court has silver taels. In the Salt Transportation Department, the court changed the salt law to pay silver taels. It has been on trial for more than a year now. The Salt Transportation Department has provided 200,000 taels, which is more than enough."
At this time, the voice sounded slowly and slowly. He turned around and saw Yang Shiqi standing beside him.
Suddenly, Zhu Gaochi felt that this person could be used.
The Salt Transportation Department in the capital would settle its accounts at the end of the year, and it was necessary to adjust the silver balance at this moment. So Zhu Gaochi came to Fengtian Palace, and the news also spread to the Han Palace.
And at this moment,
The East Pavilion and the West Tower face each other across the lake in the inner courtyard of the Han Palace. The ruthless and ruthless Zhu Gaoxu is walking on the bridge.
"The method is a good one, but there is no silver in the household department, so the grain will definitely not reach the capital. Don't worry, His Highness the King of Han..." said the strange man.
Zhu Gaoxu hummed, and the steward hurriedly came to the bridge. He took a deep look at the strange man and calmed down: "The prince is about to arrive at Yinliang."
Zhu Gaoxu frowned slightly, looked at the steward, and asked, "Where did you get the silver coins?"
"Salt...Salt Transport Department."
Zhu Gaoxu was stunned when he opened his mouth.
Salt Transportation Department? Does the Salt Transportation Department have any silver? Since the Salt Law was tried in Jiangnan, many things have been missed... Salt? Damn it, the Salt Transportation Department really has silver.
"Prepare your horses and go to the Duke of Qi's Mansion..."
Forbidden City, Fengtian Palace.
After deciding on the number of people who still needed to be escorted, Zhu Di looked at Qiu Fu, the Duke of Qi, in the hall, and then at Zhang Fu, the British Duke. Escorting two hundred thousand taels was not a small amount.
"Your Majesty also knows that there is a drought in Henan, and there are often bandits entrenched in the mountains and forests in that area... Let the cavalry from the Beijing camp escort Yin Liang northward." Duke Qi said.
The British Duke Zhang Fu said with a smile: "Old general, there is no need to fight. Let me take the credit. My deputy general Zhu Rong is about to go north to practice the frontier army according to the order, so he can escort him."
Zhu Di squinted his eyes and asked seriously: "What does the prince think?"
On one side is the Duke of Qi and on the other is the Duke of England. Zhu Gaochi knows how to choose. The Duke of England has not promised anything, but he should not be harmed.
"Father, General Zhu is on his way. It won't be a waste of time. Let's go to General Zhu." Zhu Gaochi bowed and handed over his hand.
This way.
The matter of transporting grain was completely settled. It would take a day for the Salt Transportation Department to allocate silver. Yang Shiqi just fulfilled his promise. Before leaving, he also told Yang Ji not to act recklessly.
Zhu Gaochi was very happy and called Zhu Zhanyong with a smile on his face: "In a few days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Your emperor will host a small banquet in the Huagai Hall. Dad will have a drink with you and have a good time?"
Zhu Zhanyong thought of that figure.
have no idea,
Has she finished the poem?
Jie Fu,
Miss Jie, who has black hair like a chicken coop and a pretty face, bites her Langhao pen in pain, and the ground is covered with ink-filled paper balls.
"...Hukuku, what kind of poem should I write..."
"Miss...Miss..."
The maid, who was called Xiangxiang, jumped in and said, "Miss, look at His Highness Yong..."
"If you don't see me, just say I'm sick."
Xie Lin felt that it would be impossible to enjoy the full moon this Mid-Autumn Festival, and there might even be shadows.
"But..." The maid held the letter in her hand.
"Get out, get out quickly... I'm going to write a poem..." Xie Lin was serious about becoming a talented woman, but some people were born without talent, even though she worked hard.
A few days passed in the blink of an eye,
It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and today is the day when the palace holds a small banquet. Zhu Zhanyong came to the Huagai Hall to entertain the emperor's granddaughter and the descendants of Zhu Gaoxu's lineage just like last time.
The eldest grandson Zhu Zhanji is still sitting next to Queen Xu.
The imperial court ordered a half-day bath, but Zhu Di did not rest. When the banquet began, he came over from Fengtian Hall. He said nothing, but the seriousness in his eyes was quietly melting.
Zhu Zhanyong suddenly thought of Zhu Yuanzhang, but... Lao Zhu was offline.
The Mid-Autumn Festival began in the Tang Dynasty, and there might be a banquet in the palace, but not every year. Depending on the emperor's mood... Lao Zhu must have known it.
……………
The twenty-sixth year of Hongwu.
As night falls,
In the Fengtian Palace, when Zhu Yuanzhang finished writing, he had no intention of holding the pen. He closed the memorial and turned to look at the eunuch next to him: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, right?"
After Empress Ma passed away, her beloved prince also left with her. Your Majesty did not like to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival alone. Therefore, the old eunuch usually did not prepare...but your Majesty took the initiative to ask about it today.
The old eunuch was shocked in his heart: "Your Majesty, there are still five days left... I'll ask Shangguan to get ready? Your Majesty, you haven't celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival for a long time. You used to like eating sesame cakes the most. I'll invite two more from outside the palace."
Master Shaobing Huaixi, please and His Highness Yunwen..."
Lao Zhu blurted out: "No need, let us pass on our decree that the officials of the Manchu Dynasty will have a day off during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"yes."
"Has the Fourth returned to Beiping Mansion?"
"Back."
"Back off, let's take a nap for a while."
"Your Majesty, what about dinner?"
"I'll send it over later."
When Zhu Yuanzhang came online during the Hongwu Dynasty, the scene in front of him was no longer the Huagai Palace, but the palace corridor outside the Huagai Palace, and he could only hear the voice of his grandson Zhu Zhanyong.
Zhu Zhanyong: "Isn't the Emperor's Mid-Autumn Festival coming soon?"
1: "We are busy with government affairs, and only a fatuous emperor can celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Zhu Zhanyong: "The emperor walked outside the main hall."
1: "What to do?"
No sound was heard for a long time.
Zhu Zhanyong seemed to have calculated the time well: "Although Taizu was in the Hongwu Dynasty, what we saw was the same moon."
Zhu Yuanzhang laughed out loud. Although this slick little boy knew that there was an element of flattery, he could not help but feel happy.
Is the moon in the Yongle Dynasty also so round?
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather was a little cool. Zhu Zhanyong got up early in the morning, feeling refreshed after a good sleep.
Know how to dress yourself.
gargle,
Toothpaste is a kind of tooth powder, and its ingredients are mostly salt, ginger juice, mint, gypsum, and angelica root.
Invent toothpaste out of heavenly creation?
Zhu Zhanyong felt that this kind of natural tooth powder with no added Chinese medicine would be passed down to future generations, and might even be favored by the upper class. The invention of toothpaste was purely a reverse operation.
A toothbrush can be considered.
Sticking elm and willow branches in your mouth is really harmful to your teeth.
The palace was closed early and quiet, so he got up early. Lao Zhu also got up at this time. Seeing Zhu Zhanyong skillfully making him feel distressed, he felt that the palace was deserted.
Why not let Zhang Jiu serve?
This guy was Zhu Zhanyong's only eunuch. He worked the day shift during the day and the night shift at night. He didn't know where to hide and take a nap at the moment. Zhu Zhanyong felt that he was too kind-hearted.
Zhu Gaochi had turned a blind eye to the matter of leaving the palace.
Zhu Zhanyong went to the hunting ground and summoned Zhang Xi and others, and of course Yang Ji. Yang Ji suppressed his blush and looked at them eagerly: "Can you give me a horse?"
Horses are strategic materials controlled by the imperial court.
It is extremely difficult to get a good war horse. Yang Shiqi's official power cannot make a splash in the capital. Not to mention that Yang Ji has no money. Even if he has money, it is difficult to get a good horse. Only the descendants of the noble princes like Zhang Shi can do it.
"Can you ride?" Zhu Zhanyong asked.
"Of course, my father taught me this." Yang Ji's sense of superiority emerged, but soon disappeared.
Zhu Zhanyong was silent for a moment and said: "Zhang Mi, go back and get a horse. Remember, it doesn't want a newly tame horse, nor a rough horse. It will be done after riding for a year. Get a good saddle. We will wait here."
you."
"Ah, it's me again?" Zhang Mian was not satisfied with this arrangement. The horse Zhu Zhanyong was riding also belonged to him.
"From now on, the management of the hunting ground will be left to you." Zhu Zhanyong said.
"Okay, hahaha, I'll go back right now..."
"Your Highness, I also have a horse in my house."
"Zhang Xi, this bastard, will definitely watch and steal!"