"There is also Lu Xian, the son of the Marquis of Ji'an, the Prince Consort, who is currently in the Tianlao of Fusi in Jinyiwei North Town..."
"He doesn't need to say anything!" A trace of disgust flashed across Zhu Yunxi's face.
In fact, among the heroes who were killed back then, Zhu Liangzu was the most guilty of his own fault, and the rest were not completely innocent. But the one who made the old man angry the most was Lu Zhongheng. Not only did he bring trouble to the countryside, he acted recklessly, took advantage of others, and hurt people, but he also refused to repent after making mistakes.
It's like worshiping Hu Weiyong's horse head.
But thinking that his son was the uncle of the Zhu family, he spared his life and was given glory and wealth.
But now it seems... Humph!
Zhu Yunxi was silent for a moment and continued, "The names of the people you just read out, go and send a message later. If any of them want to be officials, they should be selected from my bodyguards. If they don't want to be officials and want to study, they can go to the Imperial College."
, whether it’s a government school or a state school, I’ll give you Enzhi to study!”
Although all parents in the world are bad, children and grandchildren are not qualified to criticize their parents and elders. But if you ask yourself, the old man has indeed become more angry and ruthless in those few years.
What is past is past, and there is no way to make up for it. Now, giving a good future to the descendants of these people can be regarded as praying for the old man to some extent.
"It turns out that the emperor wants to give these people favor!"
He Guangyi finally let go of his hanging heart, and then frowned and said, "The emperor's benevolent heart moved the world. But I have something to say that I am unhappy about." After saying that, he raised his head and said, "These people are all guilty after all.
After that, he placed it beside the emperor in the palace confinement..."
"It doesn't matter!" Zhu Yunxi shook his head, "Are you still worried that they have evil intentions and will harm me?" He said with a sneer, "If you say so, Deng Ping standing outside is also from a family of guilty ministers.
He shouldn't be by my side, right?"
"I have no such intention!" He Guangyi kowtowed quickly.
He Guangyi believed that his worries were not groundless, but in Zhu Yunxi's opinion, it was unnecessary.
Because they have different positions and different thoughts. He Guangyi must be afraid of others' revenge, but Zhu Yunxi is the emperor and represents the Ming Empire. As for these noble children, the emperor gave them the opportunity to re-enter the imperial career.
Naturally, they are only grateful. They will even shed tears of gratitude and complain to the family members privately, and will never feel any resentment.
Besides, who do they hate? Zhu Yunxi?
In the Yuan Dynasty, after Emperor Jianwen ascended the throne, he also pardoned these so-called children of criminal ministers, and even allowed them to inherit the titles of their fathers and ancestors. What is somewhat ridiculous is that after Zhu Di conquered Nanjing, these children of criminal ministers died in battle.
Living in seclusion, the first to surrender are those bright and upright people.
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"I'm your grandma!"
Outside the palace, Deng Ping, who was standing at the door, listened and cursed at He Guangyi in his heart, "You are a bitch who doesn't eat good food. The emperor finally gave everyone a future, but you are making trouble! Damn it,
You almost got me involved!"
Thinking in his mind, his eyes turned slightly and fell on the colleague beside him.
Standing next to him, with his head down and biting his fingernails in boredom, was the Tatar warrior Aslan who had just been transferred back to the capital.
Aslan was eating his nails when he felt someone looking at him, looked back, and then smiled honestly.
He is far more free and happy in the army than in the palace. To outsiders, it is a supreme honor to show the emperor's gate, but he feels that this job is too boring and dull. If a few assassins come, he will be able to kill them.
Okay, but there are not many flies in this palace, let alone assassins.
Deng Ping smiled at him, and he smiled at Deng Ping.
Then, he suddenly remembered what his old brothers in the army had taught him before he was transferred back to the capital, "After returning to the capital, you should be a good person, interact more with your colleagues, and don't always compete with your strength..." "
Thinking of this, he leaned over and whispered, "Brother, the time will come soon, let's go have a drink!" He said, patting his chest, "You pick a place and I'll treat you, I have more money!" Then, his eyes rolled. Then he turned around and said, "A few years ago, Duke Cao invited me to a place. The girl was watery when I pinched her, just like chive flowers on the grassland. That's called a tender place. What's the name of this place?"
When he came over, Deng Ping was startled.
I'm holding the door for Long Live Lord. How can I have any rules about moving around at will? And he stood up so carelessly, and the two of them got together to poke each other?
But he knew that the Tatar warrior in front of him did not stick to trivial details, and that Long Live Lord valued him particularly, and was on the same level as him. For a moment, he really didn't know what to say.
At this moment, he suddenly saw someone coming in front of him. He quickly turned around and walked to the door of Nuange. He said in a low voice, "Long live the Lord, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Yan, the Zhang Butang of the Hubu Department, the Hou Butang of the Official Affairs Department, and the Lianbu Hall of the Works Department. Censor Yang and Censor Yan Zhen are here!"
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The Nuan Pavilion in the Qianqing Palace was actually the emperor's living room.
Outside, where ministers are summoned to handle official business, there is a throne to the left of the Arhat bed, and a small space of a few square meters behind the throne is the emperor's bedroom.
The space of the Nuan Pavilion is not very big, and it becomes a bit cramped when there are many people.
Especially Zhu Gaochi, he is as wide as two people, and he takes up the space of two people when sitting alone.
He was just fat, but he was taller and wider, so he blocked the imperial censor Yang Jing behind him. After the ministers sat down, Zhu Yunxi looked twice and found that there was another person behind Zhu Gaochi.
"Have you all read Xin Yande's excerpt?" Zhu Yunxi went straight to the point, "Do you think the work-for-relief method he mentioned is feasible?"
When the bastard was combing Zhu Yunxi's hair just now, he was looking at this memorial.
Hundreds of thousands of victims in Huaibei are crying for food. The court's blind relief is not a good strategy, because disaster relief is a long and cumbersome process, and it is not just about providing food. What is more difficult is the subsequent resettlement and helping the people rebuild their homes.
"I think it's feasible!" Hou Yong, the Minister of Civil Affairs, said, "Hundreds of thousands of victims are young and strong, and the food they consume every day is an astronomical figure." After saying that, he thought deeply, "Although I don't care about the Ministry of Household Affairs, I also know that In the past few days, more than half of Yangzhou Okura alone has been gone!"
As he spoke, he sighed and said, "The flood in Huaibei is ultimately caused by problems with the rivers and embankments. Xin Tongzheng mentioned using work as relief, and I think it is completely feasible. These victims can be made young and strong, and the rivers can be dredged and strengthened. Embankment, dredging and opening up fields to rebuild Sizhou City!"
Zhu Yunxi was noncommittal. In fact, the proposal of providing relief through work had already been approved in his mind. However, Xin Yande mentioned a more crucial point in his excerpt, that is, in addition to disaster relief, he also managed the victims to provide relief through work. No one can control it.
"Tell me!" He looked at Zhu Gaochi.
"Just by dredging the rivers and embankments and building the city, there will definitely be enough manpower!" Zhu Gaochi said, "Since we are providing relief through work, I think we can't just focus on this matter in front of us!"
This suggestion surprised Zhu Yunxi, "Keep talking!" He said, "Serve tea for me and all my dear friends, and make milk tea for Prince Yan!"
"After a flood, it is not that the fields can be cultivated after the water recedes. If we continue to provide relief, I am afraid it will not be effective within three or two years!" Zhu Gaochi added, "So I thought that we could separate people, and the official way is to
To build trees, you need to plant them. If you want to get rich, build roads first! Huaixi is neither close to the sea nor big rivers, so official roads are very important!"
"Building bridges, paving roads, controlling floods, and opening up mountains are all livelihood projects. Instead of waiting for the money and food from the court to be available before building them, it is better to build them now while the people's power is available and the victims are given food rations."
"The small provinces now will be the big provinces in the future. Within three to five years, the waterways and land roads in Huaixi will be repaired. By then, the fields that have been soaked in water can be cultivated, and then these people will be allowed to return to their hometowns..."
As he was speaking, Zhu Yunxi suddenly raised his right hand slightly.
Zhu Yunxi looked at the door of Nuange, "What's wrong?"
Deng Ping held the knife on his waist, came in from the outside, and hurriedly walked to Zhu Yunxi and whispered in Zhu Yunxi's ear.