On June 20th of the 11th year of Wanli reign, the Holy Emperor returned to the capital. After a ceremony to receive him, the courtiers sent congratulatory statements to praise the Emperor for his success in pacifying the situation, and that he was free from worries about the north, etc. There is no need to elaborate.
Empress Zhuang's belly was as big as holding a watermelon, but she had lost a lot of weight because she stayed behind in the capital. She found that two of the four concubines who followed the emperor were pregnant, and he also brought back a "Yi concubine" to pay his respects.
I was speechless and choked.
Zhuang Jingjia felt aggrieved, but her face was full of joy. Before concubine Yi could salute her, he took her hand and said affectionately: "My sister is really beautiful! No wonder the emperor brought you all the way back."
Cena couldn't understand Chinese, so Zhu Yijun kept speaking Mongolian in order to communicate with her - Quan had to practice speaking. At this time, he heard the queen say a lot of words, and he was dumbfounded, staring at Zhu Yijun for help.
Zhu Yijun said helplessly in Mongolian: "You have to kneel down to see the queen. This is my responsibility."
Cena's mother was favored by Huo Luochi, so she was often annoyed by Ke Dun. Although she was young, she had learned a few tricks from her mother. After listening to Zhu Yijun's words, she quickly knelt down and followed the previous instructions.
Meet Zhuang Jingjia according to the etiquette taught by the official.
It took Zhuang Jingjia a long time to distinguish, and then she realized that the "yellow monkey fangs" were referring to Her Royal Highness the Queen. She couldn't laugh or cry. In order to give the emperor face, he took out a jade pendant from his purse and gave it to her as a gift.
Zhu Yijun saw the two of them gesticulating for a long time, chatting like chickens and ducks, stroking their foreheads and sighing. Seeing this, Zhuang Jingjia said displeasedly: "It doesn't matter if the emperor sees something nice from now on, he will go home to get it. It's better to find some people who can talk to each other."
It’s quite troublesome to manage a concubine without me.”
Zhu Yijun laughed after hearing this and said, "It's my negligence. Wei Dynasty, please arrange to find two maids who can speak Mongolian and ask them to follow Yibin on shifts and serve as translators."
Zhuang Jingjia felt more and more uncomfortable after hearing the emperor's thoughtful arrangements for Cena, and her throat was sore. She sneered and asked Zhu Yijun: "Where will the emperor eat and rest today? Please tell me, I can make arrangements for you."
After hearing this, Zhu Yijun still said with a smile: "Where did the queen come from? From today until you give birth, I will not go to any other palace, but to Kunning Palace."
After hearing this, Empress Zhuang said, "I can't bear it. My body is heavy. Don't hold the emperor back." Zhu Yijun said, "I can't bear it. I have worked hard for the Queen to look after the house these past few months. I want to accompany you well." Zhuang Jingjia then disappeared.
After losing his temper, he told the maid next to him:
"I want to eat some meat tonight and let the imperial kitchen have some pig hooves to chew on it."
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When the queen had a little temper, Zhu Yijun felt that it was okay to accompany her. After all, compared to later generations, it was nothing to make innuendoes by eating pig's trotters in the palace, and even if she didn't hang herself up and beat her, it would be enough.
It was not only Empress Zhuang who lost weight due to fatigue, but Mr. Zhang Juzheng also lost several kilograms of meat. When Zhu Yijun was in the capital, he felt that Zhu Yijun's daily work was handled by himself first, so it was not difficult to make a decision.
After Zhu Yijun left the capital, Zhang Juzheng discovered that his workload had more than doubled. This workload was not a matter of paperwork, but thinking - putting himself into Zhu Yijun's perspective and looking at every issue that needed to be decided.
At the beginning, he secretly made up his mind to deliver less express and try his best to digest everything in the political hall. In the end, within a month, he raised the white flag and let the fast horse rush north from the capital to chase the holy driver. Zhang Juzheng was tired.
Besides, I was still a little discouraged: I, Zhang Bingguo, have been with me for many years, so why don’t I dare to make a decision?
It’s really not a question of ability, but a reflection of how the butt determines the head. If you haven’t sat on the dragon throne, you will never be able to feel the great importance given to the emperor by all nine states in the world. Of course, Wanli, who was angry and went on strike in the original time and space, didn’t think so - he was
No matter whether the people live or die.
For example, when Pan Jixun took over the project, Zhang Juzheng did not dare to make a decision: Half of the project to excavate the Yellow River was completed, and the rest were projects between the mountains and hills. The previously estimated amount of surveying and mapping work was seriously insufficient, resulting in the current stagnation of the entire construction period.
Pan Jixun has two suggestions. One is to increase the number of surveying and mapping personnel and continue construction after the surveying and mapping is completed. The second is to take advantage of the abundant rain this year to open dams and release floods - allowing the floods to find their own way.
Zhang Juzheng was leaning toward the first option, but he didn't necessarily think so from Zhu Yijun's point of view. Therefore, he couldn't make a decision, so he suppressed Pan Jixun's inscription and reported it to the emperor immediately after he returned to Beijing.
Zhu Yijun laughed and said: "Pan Jixun has developed a lot of ideas in the past few years since he has been with me. I am really lucky that he thought of it. Can the scale of flood discharge be controlled?"
Zhang Juzheng responded: "He said in the memorial that it is difficult to have a complete plan for things like water and fire - he dare not say that it will not hurt the people or the land."
Zhu Yijun carefully read Pan Jixun's plan, thought deeply about it, and calculated the time. He then raised the Zhubi instructions to agree to the second plan, and ordered the political hall to carry out evacuation work in all flood discharge areas and properly resettle the victims.
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Zhang Juzheng questioned: "There were very few surveying and mapping experts before, but hundreds of them have been trained over the years, and the progress has been greatly accelerated. Your Majesty, can't we wait for a year and a half?"
Zhu Yijun said: "We can't wait. After the fifteenth year of Wanli, there will be large-scale uneven floods and droughts in the world; after the twentieth year of Wanli, disasters will occur everywhere. By then, there will be no water conservancy projects in the Central Plains to protect them, so they will not be the victims of the disaster."
After saying this, he suddenly saw Zhang Juzheng looking at him with his mouth wide open, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and he was crying in his heart. As expected, Zhang Juzheng solemnly said: "Whose delirium did the emperor listen to? This is God's will,
Who can know it in advance? Your Majesty, what do you call studying things to achieve knowledge? This is not——"
Zhu Yijun interrupted with a busy smile: "Hey, no. No one told me this, this...this..." After a long time, this statement has not been rounded off, and I can't say it again.
It must be "Zhenru gestures to the Buddha in this world", Zhang Juzheng could spit in his face.
Zhang Juzheng looked at Zhu Yijun suspiciously for a long time before continuing to ask. He sighed and said: "Your Majesty, last year the imperial court had an annual income of more than 45 million, but the expenditure was 51 million! Myanmar is now like a bottomless pit, six months a year
Throwing millions in, there won't even be a sound! Now you are going to march north and build up a large navy. You are advancing on land and sea at the same time. It would be better to give Pan Jixun a rest for two years to facilitate turnover."
"Also, Wang Guoguang said that small-denomination banknotes have been printed and are extremely difficult to imitate. If small-denomination banknotes are used to replace treasure banknotes, they will have to guard against runs in the first two years, and over-issuance will not be allowed. The court will also be in trouble and waste money.
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"Coin-minting machines have also been developed, and the money they make is indeed more beautiful than copper coins, but the little money you can earn from coining cannot quench your thirst for money."
"Nowadays, Jiangnan is booming in textile industry, and tens of thousands of small farmers have gone bankrupt. This year, South Zhili and several provinces in Jiangxi have started relief operations. Although the price of food is quite low, it is not expected to cost more than one million yuan."
"The iron and steel boom in North Zhili has caused thousands of bankruptcies in small smelters. Indiscriminate logging in many mines has triggered dozens of civil riots in the first three months. Zhang Chunsheng, the prefect of Xuzhou, deserves to be killed!"
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Zhu Yijun listened to Zhang Juzheng's nagging complaints, looked at his gray hair, and his thin body sitting on the pillar but upright, and suddenly his eyes became hot. He motioned to Sun Qian to add hot water to Zhang Juzheng's tea cup and sat there. Listen quietly.
Zhang Juzheng rambled for a long time, but did not hear the emperor's answer. He raised his head and glanced at Zhu Yijun. Seeing that the emperor's eyes were full of tenderness, his heart skipped a beat and he was startled.
Zhu Yijun smiled warmly and said: "Old sir, you haven't had a rest for a long time, haven't you? Today, instead of talking about government affairs, we will go to Xiyuan to relax for a long time." Zhang Juzheng relaxed and said with a smile: "What I said was so messed up that the emperor laughed - -Sigh, I may really be old."
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The summer of the eleventh year of Wanli passed by Zhang Juzheng's nagging. Zhu Yijun and he were like firefighters, dealing with mountains of memorials every day, speaking at various meetings with parched lips and tongues.
At the end of September, Empress Zhuang gave birth to another prince - a double guarantee for the inheritance of the throne. After a year and a half of preparations, when the monsoon blew from north to south, the Ming Dynasty sent a mission to the Holy See. We will also set sail on a certain date.