Chapter 121 Thats it? Ive seen a lot! (For the leader of the alliance, Mingyue He
Chapter 121 That’s it? I’ve seen a lot! (Additional update 12 for the leader of the alliance, Mingyue Where Meng How)
Every drop of blood in Zhang Fujing's body was hot, but every nerve in his body was tense and uneasy.
As a mere fifth-rank official in the Household Department of Guangdong, he became an imperial envoy and wore a sword "given to him" by the emperor in the name of walking in the imperial study. What he went to Guangdong with was the authority to be executed if anyone disobeys orders below the third rank.
But is it really that easy? This only shows that there is probably a big net in Guangdong, a big and deadly net!
Zhang Fujing was afraid of death, but he was even more afraid of living up to his holy hope.
Looking at the envoy of Jin Yiwei North Town who could make the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty fearful upon seeing him, Zhang Fujing solemnly said: "Wang Zhenfu, you and I are under the emperor's order and should be fine before arriving at Guangzhou. As long as there is no major rebellion in Guangdong,
If you go to Guangdong, you won't encounter any intentional bandits on the road! Now, the first priority is the safety of the officers and soldiers who survived the Tuen Mun naval battle. Since I have obeyed the holy order, Wang Hong is an imperial prisoner, and I ask Wang Zhen to appease him!"
There was more sincerity in Wang Zuo's kind smile before. He stared at him for a moment and then said: "You must accept the order! Don't worry Zhang Xingxing. Wang Hong reported that as soon as he entered the palace, Your Majesty ordered Beizhen Fusi Banner School to hurry up first.
Going south."
Zhang Fujing felt awe-struck: That was the day before he received the order.
There are also the Jin Yiwei who were sent to Guangdong earlier to walk in Lingnan... When did this game of chess begin?
He looked back to the north, and felt that the emperor who had granted him special favors seemed to be looking south with deep eyes, but he should be looking farther than Zhang Fujing.
I don’t know since when, Your Majesty has been looking at the coast of Nanyang!
"Why did you argue so hard that day and refused to retreat?" In the study room of Yang Tinghe's house, Yang Shen lowered his head to listen to the lecture again.
Yang Tinghe paced back and forth with a rare sign of restlessness: "Wei Zhi never recommended you. Four of the fifteen people definitely did not recommend you. I have told you a long time ago that Jiang Mian, Wang Qiong and others may deliberately recommend you."
Kill you. With your temperament and the current situation between Your Majesty and your father, you must be cautious in everything and learn from Liu Long! Your Majesty, don’t ask, don’t tell! Yan Weizhong, Wang Boan, if there is any exclusion, bear with it!"
He stopped and looked at his son, worriedly and urgently telling him: "Be patient! Be patient! Be patient! Remember! Remember!"
Yang Shen was not completely stupid, and solemnly agreed: "My son knows. Tuenmen was defeated, Guangdong and Guangxi seemed to have been corrupted for many years, and His Majesty was furious. Zhang Fujing went south with the sword given by the emperor, and the governor of Beizhen accompanied him and waited for dispatch. This is an extraordinary time."
Yang Tinghe hesitated to speak. He did not dare to tell his son more analysis.
It's a small thing to scare him, but now he has to go to the emperor's side every day to serve on his errands. What if His Majesty tries to trick him into something?
This time, Yang Tinghe was really shocked by Zhu Houcong.
In the lobby of the Ministry of Punishment that day, the emperor's on-the-spot response was only in line with his talent in cutting through the mess quickly and agreeing on the grand ceremony. The performances of Liang Chu, Yuan Zonggao, Yan Song, Jiang Mian and others were also due to the imperial power and the holy family members who were plotting for their own lives.
The subsequent eighteen top positions and the debate on psychology and philosophy revealed his scheming ingenuity.
But what about now? It’s just that Nie Shiping, the chief guest officer of the Ministry of Rites, and Liang Zhuo, the chief guest officer of the Nanjing Seyi Pavilion, once again presented to the new king the memorial that had been submitted several times in the fifteenth year of Zhengde.
At what point did the emperor concentrate his efforts on thinking and making arrangements for this matter?
Or should I say that although he has delegated a lot of power to the memorials that are currently submitted to the palace every day, he will make corresponding thoughts and arrangements for each memorial?
He couldn't figure it out, so Yang Tinghe was frightened.
He was afraid that he would take this doubt into the coffin.
Yan Song thought that it was because he had expressed some opinions on the memorial that the emperor took it seriously.
But he dared not take credit.
He didn't really say much.
Therefore, it is even more obvious that the emperor's planning ability is terrifying.
"Dad, how do you think I'm doing?" Yan Shifan performed a set of punches. One eye was dull, but the other one was shining brightly.
Yan Song came back to his senses, looked at him and said helplessly: "Being able to be literary and martial does not mean that you need to practice martial arts to strengthen your body. You might as well read more military books. Did you learn it in the official school of Jinyi Weisheren?"
"Brother Lu taught me. Dad, you are wrong to say that! Even His Majesty runs to keep fit, so of course I also want to practice martial arts. Now Brother Lu teaches me martial arts, and I teach him knowledge! Of course, I also need to learn the art of war, and I can also compete with Brother Lu.
!”
Yan Song smiled and asked him gently: "How are you over there? Is anyone bullying you?"
"No! We all know that dad is a popular figure around His Majesty, who dares to bully me? If someone bullies Brother Lu, I will protect him!"
Yan Song was shocked: "There are still people bullying Lu...Bing?"
Yan Shifan's eyes were blazing: "Brother Lu secretly told me that only Commander Luo and Wang Zhenfu knew that he was His Majesty's brother-in-law. When Wang Zhenfu was in Nanzhen Fusi, he even went to the official school and beat Lu
Brother, have a meal…”
Yan Song was speechless for a moment.
"His Majesty has high expectations for Brother Lu! I explained the truth to him clearly, and then he studied hard with me. In the future, Brother Lu and I will be His Majesty's right-hand men. Dad, just wait and enjoy the blessings! When I grow up,
, there was also a day when I held a sharp sword in my hand and together with Brother Lu, I was ordered to kill the traitor!"
The little Qing'er had great ambitions, and Yan Song suddenly thought: Could it be that Your Majesty also knows that his son has been so smart since he was a child, and doesn't want his talent to be buried just because he is disabled?
The road to the imperial examination is not feasible, but if you take the road to the military examination, there may be a day when you will be awarded a title for your merits.
Yan Song suddenly burst into tears.
That kneeling in the lobby of the Ministry of Justice was worth it.
At the gate of Qianqing Palace, Wei Bin had been kneeling there for two hours.
The emperor never announced his appearance.
Then he could only keep kneeling.
Gao Zhong didn't know why he suddenly came and knelt down to ask for an audience, but he vaguely guessed that it might have something to do with the imperial envoy going south.
Even the governor of Beizhen went with him. What a big deal?
Could Wei Bin be involved?
In Dongnuan Pavilion, Zhu Houcong knew that Wei Bin was kneeling outside.
Continue to dry.
Six hundred and seventy-three people died. Yuan Yao, like his father Yuan Guang, also died under Portuguese gunfire.
Zhu Houcong did not know that the first battle of the Tuen Mun naval battle in history was also lost.
He only knew that the battle was won and the Fran cannon was captured, and Jiajing later asked Xu Pengju to imitate it.
So he issued that imperial edict, but he didn't expect to lose.
Therefore, not only after expelling the Portuguese, but also some thoughtful people should take the initiative to hold Guo Xun and Chen Jin responsible for the "loss of land".
We really need to win now and break this situation!
Zhu Houcon still doesn't believe all of Wang Hong's blood letter, but he believes most of it - because he saw a secret report that he ordered Luo An to go to Guangdong to investigate after receiving the memorial.
The actual number of troops in the Coast Guard was only 10 to 20% of the full strength, and combat readiness was in ruins. After the Portuguese took over Tuen Mun Island, they were already blocking the doorstep of their homes to collect protection fees.
Robbery, murder, abducting women and children and selling them to Nanyang... Why do Guangdong and Guangxi turn a blind eye to the numerous crimes?
The shipping company's income has dropped sharply, so just endure it?
So many small battles to expel pirates that have been reported over the years, were they really fought? Where did the food and wages go?
Now Wei Bin took the initiative to kneel at the gate of Qianqing Palace, and Zhu Houcong's eyes became colder.
"Kneel down!"
In Guangzhou City, in the prison of the Si Yamen, the shackled Wang Hong was kicked in the crook of the leg by one of Wang Ziyan's soldiers, and he knelt down weakly on the cell floor that was paved with a little hay.
"Wang Hong!" Wang Ziyan sat on the chair that the cell leader had brought in, sullenly looking at the former subordinate across from him who had blood and cracks on his forehead and an indifferent expression, "Your ship came back last, and it was defeated. , it’s just that you didn’t apologize first, why did you send out your military intelligence report when the first batch of defeated troops had just returned to the water village and before you came back? There was no signature and seal from the superior officer, so you did everything you could to get away with it. !”
Wang Hong didn't make any excuses.
"Tell me! What did you write in your report?"
Wang Hong raised his head and looked at him, his eyes filled with the will to die: "I have been ordered to use the mighty army of the Heavenly Dynasty to salute first and then to fight, and I want to achieve full success within ten days. Since this battle is bound to be defeated, I will report the military situation first. The newspaper was written, so why not? I had no intention of coming back alive, but it was Yuan Qianhu who desperately tried to rescue me that allowed me to survive."
"I asked you what exactly you wrote!" Wang Ziyan gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice.
"Why must we lose this battle? How can we win after defeat?"
Wang Ziyan stared at him gloomily and said: "The Franji people can only occupy a deserted island, and there are only ten boats. You have thirty warships on the coastal defense route and nearly a thousand soldiers. How can you be defeated?"
Wang Hong's eyes showed sadness, and then he smiled sarcastically at him: "That year, the huge French warship sailed into the inner river of the Pearl River, and the sound of cannons shook the city walls. It turns out that I am the only one with good ears. I have been deaf for many years? "
"Bold!" Wang Ziyan's personal soldier immediately kicked him in the chest and abdomen.
Wang Hong was hunched over, with blood seeping from his clenched teeth, but he did not cry out in pain.
Wang Ziyan's eyes turned cold: "Wang Hong, you have studied hard for many years and finally climbed to the fourth rank. Although you are defeated, you can still lead the army to charge and fight hard, and your guilt will not lead to death. You just disturbed the local area and robbed the villagers to provoke A civil uprising is a capital crime. The merchants from your hometown in Huizhou often use your name as deputy inspector when they go to Guangdong to do business."
Wang Hong stared at him with his face on the ground.
"You committed suicide out of fear of crime to leave a reputation for loyalty and bravery. However, the evidence of the crime is conclusive. Although your wife and daughter are still living in Wuyuan, Huizhou, they are bound to be sent to the border area because of the crime. In the courtyards of the city, barbarians are like tigers. In the Hepu Pearl Pond, there is a constant shortage of Dan people.
Don't you care about all this?" Wang Ziyan said these subsequent plots indifferently, "As for the cause of the defeat, it is the turn of summer and autumn, the weather is changeable, and the storms at sea are unpredictable, there is nothing we can do about it. Wang Hong, what is your report?
How is it written?”
Wang Hong gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred, but it wasn't him he was looking at.
Wang Ziyan's face sank deeply again, and his eyes were sinister: "Are you really refusing to speak? As a subordinate of me, you were ordered to go to war, and the battle report went straight to the pass without going to the Yamen of Zhentai. The report was not enough.
Get the letter!"
Wang Hong turned his eyes back to look at Wang Ziyan, feeling heavy in his heart.
Yuan Yao didn't understand that if Wang Hong couldn't win this battle, he would be dead.
Or maybe he also understood that since Tuen Mun Island was the territory he defended, he was already in a certain death situation, so he might as well die on the battlefield with Wang Hong.
So hateful!
Wang Hong's slowly raised mouth was stained with blood, and he looked at Wang Ziyan with contempt: "Then what are you afraid of?"
Wang Ziyan was furious: "Torture!"
In the deep prison, the Deputy Inspector of Guangdong was determined to pry out the contents of the military intelligence report from Wang Hong's mouth.
If you don’t know the content, how do you decide how to respond next?
Covering up everything? It’s too difficult.
Fu Lun, the eunuch of Guangdong and Guangdong in the main town, said that two Jinyiwei Baihu came to Guangdong with several banner schools last month and disappeared.
Funing Marquis Zhu Qi has already sent a letter to Wuding Marquis Guo Xun who participated in the national policy meeting.
Zhang Nian, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, said: Chen Jin, the censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, was originally Dai Zui.
And when the new emperor first ascended to Dabao, he drove away the Minister of Rites, suppressing Yang Tinghe's deeds and now spread to Guangdong and Guangxi.
Now, the emperor is staring at Guangdong and Guangxi.
Wang Ziyan stood up impatiently and rushed over to pinch Wang Hong's throat: "You still don't want to do anything?"
"stop!"
A loud shout came from behind, and Wang Ziyan turned around suddenly. A flying fish suit came into view, and his pupils shrank.
Then, an even more dazzling bright yellow color occupied his sight.
"Imperial envoys are sent to supervise the war in Tuen Mun, Guangdong. Zhang Fuking, who is in charge of the royal study, and Zhao Jun, who is in charge of Lingnan, are ordered to detain Wang Hong, the imperial prisoner of the Tuen Mun naval battle!"
It was a square seal box painted with gold paint. There were eight big characters engraved on the box: Walk under your command, as if I were here in person!
Wang Ziyan felt a chill in his heart, but he could only kneel down first: "I, the Guangdong Procuratorate of Punishment, and the Envoy of the Procuratorate of Guangdong, Si Jingcha Envoy Wang Ziyan, say hello to you, Long live your Majesty! Long live! Long live your Majesty!"
There are reasons for torture of guilty officials, and Wang Ziyan is not too worried about this.
But, why did the imperial envoy come so quickly? Who is this Zhao Jun, the royal guard walking south of Lingnan?
On the torture rack, a line of tears fell from the corner of Wang Hong's eyes and disappeared into the blood.
Outside the gate of Qianqing Palace, Wei Bin's forehead was bleeding and he was still knocking.
Zhu Houcong frowned: "Don't dirty the floor, come in and report."
After kneeling for more than three hours, Wei Bin finally stood up and walked into Qianqing Palace.
The pain in my knees and the soreness in my leg bones were nothing compared to the fear in my heart.
After entering Dongnuan Pavilion, he had to grit his teeth and kneel down first. Zhu Houcong frowned and said, "Just say it while standing."
"My slave, thank you for your grace." Wei Bin really cried this time.
Zhu Houcong stared at him: "Now that you understand how difficult it is for me to protect you, then don't hide a word! If you don't say anything, someone will lift the fig leaf from Guangdong again and let me see what happened to the Ming Dynasty. How rotten it is! The people I try to protect are all ungrateful and ungrateful people who bring disaster to the country and the people!"
Wei Bin tremblingly took out several notebooks from his sleeves and bent down to hold them up.
"Since the first year of Zhengde, the list of foreign ministers in the palace has changed, the accounts of purchases, tributes from various places, and the slaves have been compiled into books. During this period, the slaves did not know how much ink was corrupted, but the profits of Guangdong's ships, Hepu Nanzhu, Foshan iron, etc. Since Qian Ning and Jiang Bin came to power, this is all I know. I feel ashamed of the late emperor, and I also received filial respect from him at that time. Although most of them have been in the secret treasury, they are ultimately responsible for their crimes. Please forgive me!"
He knelt down anyway, and Huang Jin awe-inspiringly took the books from his hands and presented them to the imperial case.
Zhu Houcong slowly opened the first booklet, Guangzhou Shipping Department.
From the first year of Zhengde to the present, he has successively been promoted and managed. In the second year of Zhengde, a total of 770,000 taels of silver were transferred to Beijing, which emptied the Guangdong silver reserves for many years. This supports Wang Hong’s statement. Since then, ten draws Third, there are nearly 30,000 taels every year. In the ninth and tenth years of Zhengde, the number rose sharply to nearly 50,000 taels. Later, it decreased by nearly 10,000 taels a year, and last year it was less than 10,000 taels. The reason: the pirates are getting heavier every day.
The second booklet, Zhuchi in Hepu and other places.
The successive Zhuchi eunuchs from the first year of Zhengde to the present. The ninth year of Zhengde was the year with the highest output in the Zhengde period, but the fourteen thousand taels of southern pearls were only half of the number in the twelfth year of Hongzhi. After that, there were some years with no output. , those with output are only three to four thousand taels at most. Reasons: natural disasters, pirates, bandits and plunder.
The third booklet, Foshan Ironware.
Foshan ironware that emerged during Zheng He's voyages to the West was mainly pots. Imperial pots in the palace, military pots in the Ministry of War, official pots in the Ministry of Industry, and sacrificial vessels in the Ministry of Rites, all basically used Fushan Guangdong pots of excellent quality. From the first year of Zhengde to the present day The total amount of purchases and tributes has reached nearly ten million taels.
The fourth booklet, Guangdong Salt Method.
The salt law officials who are in the local official sequence, and the salt field supervisors who are in the expatriate eunuch sequence. Among them, the kitchen households involved, the salt produced, the salt produced, and the approved salt merchants, Wei Bin has compiled the salt in detail. Tax revenue accounted for almost half of the real money received in the Ming Dynasty. Guangdong levied regular salt and residual salt, and the actual amount levied each year was gradually decreasing. Reasons: natural disasters, pirates, and bandit plunder.
Zhu Houcong closed the book, closed his eyes, and thought about the data.
Among the two capitals and thirteen provinces of the Ming Dynasty, Guangdong is located on the border and has always been regarded as a barbaric land. Exile to Lingnan has become a proper term. Because of this stereotype, the land taxes and taxes handed over by Guangdong to the central government have always been at the lowest level in the country. reciprocal.
Add in typhoons, "Lingnan Barbarians" banditry, and pirates, and the total amount of real silver that Guangdong can hand over every year only adds up to more than 100,000 taels.
Zhu Houcong opened his eyes and asked: "When Wang Shouren was on patrol in southern Jiangxi, did he also mention the dispute between Huaiyan salt and Guangdong salt?"
"It's true. There were few salt merchants in southern Jiangxi, so the military and civilians relied entirely on Guangdong for salt. In the second year of Zhengde, there was too much salt in Guangdong, and the court allowed it to be sold outside the province. Guangdong salt entered Jiangxi on a large scale. At that time, southern Jiangxi
The governor petitioned Guangzhou Salt to be sold to Huaihe and Huaihe on the grounds of raising military rations, but the governor of Jiangxi refuted this. The dispute between Huaihe salt and Guangdong salt is still ongoing today."
Zhu Houcong sneered: "Guangdong salt is competing to be sold to the Huai salt production area, but Guangdong Salt Law Road cannot pay the full amount of salt every year."
Wei Bin lowered his head and said nothing.
"Natural disaster, pirates, bandits, what an excuse." Zhu Houcong sneered, "Look, it's not all about money."
Times have changed, navigation technology has improved, and the east-west routes are smoother than in previous eras.
Guangdong is no longer a barren land on the border of the empire. Liu Jin could scrape out 770,000 taels in one go, how could he be so poor every year after that?
This is still the poorest place among the thirteen provinces in the two capitals of the Ming Dynasty, but this bad debt seems to be enough to calm down the enthusiastic new king.
Open this piece of rotten meat and see how skinny the reality of Ming Dynasty is?
Zhu Houcong saw it and looked at Wei Bin coldly: "You will pay for the food and wages for this fight again."
Wei Bin was relieved and thanked him with tears in his eyes.
In his opinion, the emperor was still willing to save their lives after all.
In Zhu Houcong's view, money is more important than their lives, and it is more important to keep their lives alive so that they can often dig out some information.
After this time, Wei Bin and the others probably won't be able to get much money out of them, so what's the use of killing them?
So next, among the relatives, civil servants and generals, will anyone understand the situation and come forward to spend money and eliminate disasters?
Someone was calculating economic accounts for Zhu Houcong: his annual income would be doubled in ten years. Let’s see, is it possible?
In front of real money and silver, most civil servants, military generals, relatives, and ministers will faint.
Then: Hey! You say it’s strange or not, but the annual income is always so stable!
After Wei Bin left, Zhu Houcong slowly walked to the eaves outside the gate of Qianqing Palace and looked up at the night sky.
That's it?
I’ve seen a lot! Have you heard of the financial crisis?
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