Zhenhaihou Mansion.
Han Du was once pulled out of bed by An Qing, who disturbed Han Du's sleep.
He weakly opened his eyes and saw that it was An Qing. He immediately complained, "What's wrong? Can't you just let me have a good sleep?"
"You haven't had enough sleep? Get up and see where the sun has gone?" An Qing opened Han Du's quilt and complained about him.
Even after the quilt was lifted, Han Du still curled up on the bed and coveted the warmth and softness of the bed, "Not enough, not enough, I won't sleep enough in my whole life!"
"Get up and get dressed!" An Qing suddenly became angry and yelled at Han Du.
At this point, Han Du reluctantly got up from the bed, stretched out his hands, and winked at An Qing, asking An Qing to put on his clothes.
An Qing sighed helplessly and had no choice but to step forward to serve Han Du.
Looking at An Qing who was busy going back and forth in front of him, Han Du had a sudden idea and suddenly grabbed An Qing's arm.
An Qing immediately looked at Han Du in confusion and asked, "What are you doing?"
Han Du laughed and said, "Actually, I can dance. Do you believe it?"
An Qing didn't understand why Han Du suddenly mentioned this, but he still didn't believe what he said. Glancing at Han Du, he asked doubtfully: "You can dance? How is this possible?"
Han Du immediately laughed twice and said, "You don't believe it? Come and I will teach you the latest dance. Give me your hand."
An Qing looked at Han Du, followed Han Du's wishes suspiciously, and handed his hand to him.
"Your hand should be like this, this hand should be like this." Han Du said while playing with An Qing's hand.
An Qing suddenly felt that this posture was a bit strange, but he still didn't suspect anything. He just asked strangely, "What kind of dance is this? Why is this posture so weird?"
An Qing's face turned red as she spoke, but she still didn't notice Han Du's intention.
Han Du explained casually: "This is a new dance I came up with. By the way, if I want to dance well, it also has a formula."
"What formula?" An Qing's attention was immediately drawn to Han Du's words.
"Face to face, belly to belly, take a step in half an hour..."
An Qing became even more confused after hearing this, and couldn't help but ask: "Why did you take a step for half an hour?"
The air suddenly froze for a few breaths.
Suddenly, An Qing reacted, his face became even more rosy, and he gently slapped Han Du on the face with his little hand.
"Ha! Sigh...gangster!"
After saying that, he turned around and was about to run away. Han Du hugged her harder and harder.
An Qing was like a frightened deer, looking at Han Du with wide eyes and asked: "What are you going to do?"
"Hey, what do you think?" Han Du's hands began to wander and reached under An Qing's clothes.
An Qing suddenly slapped Han Du's hand down.
Han Du looked at her puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"
An Qing looked at Han Du with a smile and said, "The emperor sent someone to summon you to the palace."
Han Du was stunned for a moment, then looked at An Qing in disbelief and said, "Really? You don't want to find an excuse to run away, do you?"
An Qing suddenly laughed and said, "If the emperor hadn't summoned you, why would I have pulled you up?"
"Alas!" Han Du sighed and let go of An Qing, and stood up unwillingly, "Is the emperor idle? Are you calling me into the palace so early?"
An Qing also stood up and looked at Han Du with a strange smile on his face. He didn't say anything but smiled more and more proudly.
Han Du glared at her angrily, turned around and walked out of the room.
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"Your Majesty, why are you summoning me?" Han Du bowed his hands in front of Zhu Biao.
When Zhu Biao heard this, he had to put down the brush in his hand.
"It's coming!"
Then Zhu Biao stretched his waist with difficulty and said with a wry smile: "In the past, when I saw my father handling government affairs all day long, I didn't think it was very hard. I thought I was helping my father a lot. Now I know that it turns out that Compared with what I did before, what I did before is just scratching the surface compared to what my father did."
Han Du smiled and echoed: "The emperor's words are slightly biased."
"Oh? Where am I biased?" Zhu Biao asked nonchalantly.
Han Du nodded and explained: "The Ming Dynasty originally only had one capital and fourteen provinces, and its affairs were relatively small. But later, with the attachment of Liaodong, governor's offices were established in Nanyang, Goryeo, Xiyang and other places, so the world's affairs were naturally much smaller than before. There are too many complications. It is reasonable for the emperor to feel this way."
Zhu Biao burst out laughing, pointed at Han Du and said with a smile, "You still know how to speak."
With that said, Zhu Biao got off Danbi and stood in front of Han Du.
He smiled and said, "You still don't know why I came to you today, right?"
Han Du bowed slightly and replied: "I don't know, please let the emperor know clearly."
Zhu Biao walked past Han Du and walked straight out of the hall.
Seeing this, Han Du quickly followed.
Walking outside the hall, Han Du's eyes lit up and he felt suddenly enlightened.
Although the windows of Qianqing Palace are bright and clean, the light inside is not as good as the open space outside.
Zhu Biao walked leisurely to a railing, leaned on the railing, turned back to Han Du and said, "Wang Chun, the Minister of Household Affairs, has informed me several times that he wants to retire and return to his hometown."
Wang Chun?
An image of an old man with gray hair suddenly appeared in Han Du's mind. Han Du did not have much contact with Hube. That is to say, when the Municipal Shipping Department was first established, because the maritime trade tax had to be paid to the Ministry of Household Affairs, the contacts with the Ministry of Household Affairs became closer. However, the Minister at that time was not Wang Chun.
Later, after everything in the Shipping Department was on track, Han Du no longer needed to personally deal with small matters such as paying tax bills with the Ministry of Revenue. Naturally, he did not have much contact with the Ministry of Revenue.
After thinking for a while, Han Du nodded casually and said, "Master Wang is indeed very old. It is only natural for people to want to retire and return to his hometown to take care of himself."
"But I didn't agree." Zhu Biao looked at Han Du and said helplessly: "I'm not an unkind person, but I just didn't think about who would shoulder the burden of the household department at the moment. If Wang Aiqing leaves, , then wouldn’t the household department be shut down?”
What does this have to do with yourself? Han Du didn't understand what Zhu Biaohe meant by what he said, so he had to follow his words and continue: "Don't the Ministry of Household Affairs have left and right ministers? According to the rules, if Mr. Wang retires and returns to his hometown, then the left minister should take over as minister. ah."
"Luo Ying, I'm afraid he still needs some experience." Zhu Biao smiled.
Listening to this tone, it is obvious that Zhu Biao is ready to let Luo Ying succeed Wang Chun as the Minister of Household Affairs. Maybe he simply felt that Luo Ying was not experienced enough, or maybe he just didn't like Luo Ying at all.
Among the six Shangshu, the Hubu has a status second only to the Libu. Han Du should not give random opinions on the choice of minister, lest he be suspected of confusing the king.
Seeing Han Du lowering his head and keeping silent, Zhu Biao suddenly smiled and said, "Even if I keep suppressing Wang Chun, it's still not an option. How about you becoming the minister?"
"Me? I'll come?" Han Du was stunned for a moment, not expecting Zhu Biao to have such a thought.
Then he shook his head and replied with a smile: "How can I do it? My qualifications are even more junior. How can I be the Minister of Household Affairs?"
"Although you are a little younger, your qualifications are definitely sufficient. What's more, your ability to make money is extraordinary. Now in the capital, from the princes and ministers to the common people, who doesn't know the beauty of you, a good-luck boy? name?"
"This..." Han Du smiled discouragedly.
Han Du has never thought of becoming a minister, but that doesn't mean that Han Du has no ambition. But he is now a superior marquis. If he makes some more achievements in the next step, he can smoothly enter the title of Duke and stand at the top of the human ministers.
With such a bright future, why would Han Du want to be a minister? Isn’t this causing trouble for yourself?
Besides, Han Du is always ready to be lazy, so why would he want to be a minister?
"No, no, no, the emperor may have misunderstood. Making money and being a minister are completely different things and cannot be confused. I can make money, but it does not mean that I can take on this important responsibility."
Zhu Biao had already had this idea, and he just found an excuse to talk to Han Du about it. I originally thought that Han Du would accept it happily, but I didn't expect that Han Du would refuse.
Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment, and then said eagerly: "What's the difference? It's all money. Making money is for yourself, and being the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue is for the imperial court."
Han Du wanted to continue to refuse.
Zhu Biao waved his hand directly and said: "Okay, first tell me, what conditions do you want to be willing to serve as the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue?"
Han Du smiled slightly. It seems that Zhu Biao still understands me and knows that I can bargain.
Han Du sighed and said: "The emperor wants me to be the Minister of Household Affairs, and I can't resist the order. But I have conditions. If the emperor agrees, then I can try. If the emperor doesn't agree, then Your Majesty should hire someone else, Gao Ming."
Zhu Biao immediately shook his head and sighed: "I know you will find every opportunity to use it. Well, let me tell you what conditions you have."
"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that I don't like the way the imperial court collects taxes now. If the emperor lets me serve as the Minister of Household Affairs, I will definitely take action on the tax system. I hope the emperor will be mentally prepared in advance, and at the same time, I will firmly support you when necessary." Han Du turned his head to look at Zhu Biao and said with a slight smile.
After Zhu Biao heard this, his expression suddenly became solemn, and he lowered his head in thought.
After a moment, he looked up at Han Du and said solemnly: "How do you want to change the tax system?"
Han Du avoided Zhu Biao's gaze, looked outside the palace, and said in a light tone: "I haven't thought about it yet. After all, I never thought before that the emperor would let me be the minister of household affairs, so how could I do it? How about thinking about these things in advance?”
"This... let me think about it carefully." In the end, Zhu Biao was cautious and did not directly agree to Han Du.
Han Du's face was full of indifference. It would be better not to be the minister, and he would be more relaxed. He nodded and replied: "Okay, everything is in accordance with the emperor."
