In the sixth year of Xuanhe, 1124 AD, the first day of the first lunar month was Yuan Shuo.
After a year and a half of repairs, Luoyang City, which had long been lonely and lost its imperial style, has gained a new look after a large amount of manpower and materials were poured into it. More than two hundred years have passed, and no one knows what the imperial capital was like in the past, but people in Luoyang unanimously believe that today's Luoyang is no different from the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
The influence is mutual, the upper level can influence the lower level, and the lower level can also influence the upper level, but the intensity is different. Generally speaking, the social atmosphere of Zhao Song Dynasty was not very bold and unrestrained. Otherwise, no man would put flowers on his head to think it was beautiful.
It's different when it comes to Wang Yan's place. Everything inside and outside is grand and majestic. Although it has only been a year and a half, the social atmosphere in the north has begun to change. This is mainly due to the hundreds of thousands of troops from the north who pushed forward, wiped out countless small families, settled countless grievances, and redistributed countless lands. This established the authority of the Wang Dynasty. . It is human nature to be strong. Under the protection of such a powerful force, people are proud. Naturally, the social atmosphere will change with the imperial climate.
In fact, life is better and people have money. After all, no matter how powerful the empire is, it is all in vain if it kills countless foreign barbarians, only for its poor people to buy and sell their sons and daughters to eat soil and chew tree bark. What's more, Wang Yan has only just cleaned up the north, and the south is still separatist.
In the past year and a half, the first half of the rebellion was nothing. We were in the running-in period of the new government. In addition, we only had territory in the north, and our annual income that year was only 70 million yuan. Among them, part of the commercial tax station and the agricultural tax station were relatively weak, and the rest were confiscated from homes. As of this year, although the statistics have not yet been completed, according to the estimated data given by the Ministry of Household Affairs, the annual income has directly reached about 200 million yuan. The head of the Ministry of Household Affairs guarantees with his head that the income and expenditure will be less than 5 million yuan.
This year's income composition is complicated because the homes of many large landlords have been confiscated and a lot of land has been allocated for farming. Although most of them are taxed at 15%, and although the current grain output is not very high, including the land in Liaodong and the North China Plain except for Beijing, it basically accounts for most of the current arable land, and a lot of grain is harvested.
Although farmers have worked hard for a year, they may still not be able to guarantee food and clothing. They can only ensure that no one will starve to death again. But it doesn't matter, after all, the time for farming in the north is only that long, and the rest of the time is full of life. For land water conservancy in various places, as well as the repair of the Grand Canal, etc., although they do not provide food, they do pay wages. If you don't want to work here, you can work for those businessmen. Everyone has a minimum salary. If anyone dares to deduct it, as long as they report it, they will be fined for ruining their family. If it is also mixed with collusion between officials and businessmen, it will be like confiscation of homes and work.
When people have money in their hands, they will consume. When they consume, businesses will make money. And then the taxes collected by businesses will not be heavy, but they are not low either. But now the whole north is full of big construction sites. If you have a little brains and a little money at home, you can make money by recruiting people to dig mountains, cut trees, and bake bricks. The imperial court was not the original imperial court. It always talked about money, and corvee service was abolished. After such a turn, the social situation is good, and commercial taxes are a large amount of income.
The most critical point is that this year we basically eliminated all kinds of unwilling landlords and gentry in the north. They were the wealth that people had worked hard to accumulate for generations. Only under such circumstances can we still have an annual income of more than 200 million.
As for food, etc., it does not matter that there is not enough food. Once the land is cultivated, it is enough to feed many people. Secondly, he has a sea trade fleet that goes to the South China Sea to trade and purchase spices, grains and other supplies. As long as it can sail, the fleet will not stop. Sanlai has never stopped raising pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, etc. Before his rebellion, Shandong and Hebei were major pig-raising provinces with high output. Fourth, Xixia was not in vain. There were pastoral areas and land there. He changed the livestock tax, so that domestic animals would not be unable to eat meat, but the food would be more precious. Fifth, via Xixia, the trade route to Mongolia was opened, and the cattle and sheep business was conducted with the people there.
Generally speaking, the North under his rule is alive and well. After all, it has only been more than a year, and what he has been able to do now is already the best of his ability. What's more, Zhao Song's capital was overdrawn by him. The rest still needs to be accumulated over time and taken slowly.
Glancing at his father-in-law who was standing not far away, swaying and dozing, Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, swinging the bright yellow dragon robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon. The big sleeves twitched in the air, making a crisp sound, and the imperial crown was shining. With the slight movements of his body swaying back and forth, Zhao Ji was so frightened that he suddenly woke up. He looked up at his good son-in-law's smiling eyes, clicked his lips angrily, and turned his head away from looking at him.
My father-in-law is very comfortable. Even if he comes down and there is no king, he is still the former emperor, and his daughter is also the head of the family whom Wang Yan was marrying. There are countless rare treasures in his family, and no one dares to find them with him. happy. In the past year or so, I have stopped struggling. I used to practice Taoism, and now I am also cultivating my body and mind. On the contrary, he seems to have a lot of energy, and at least he has to live for another twenty or thirty years.
Wang Yan stepped on the stool and climbed onto the luxurious dragon carriage pulled by sixteen horses, and sat down on the dragon chair. The eunuch who was always paying attention at the side looked back at the phoenix chariot that had been pulled by twelve horses, and the princes and princesses behind it. The older ones were walking, and the younger ones were standing there decently. The officials on both sides were also ready. They shook their whisks and shouted loudly: "Let's drive!"
As the voice of the great eunuch spread, it was carried by the voices of other eunuchs and soon reached the front of the team. Immediately afterwards, the door of Yingtianmen was slowly opened by a strong man, and the rising sun in winter fell in the doorway, shining on Wu Song who was wearing dark gold armor. He held the newly designated national flag and hung a long sword from his waist, looking majestic. Behind him, there were densely packed thousands of people, standing still in a strict formation. Among them, there were hundreds of people holding various flags, including military flags, auspicious animals, the Five Elements, and rivers and mountains.
After Wu Song pacified Shandong, he brought his soldiers and horses who had been trained for many years to Beijing. The originally reorganized Beijing Camp Forbidden Army was stationed in Shandong. His troops were reorganized and became the Yulin Guard to guard the imperial capital. Wu Song was appointed as the commander of the Yulin Guards, and was given the title of General Yulin with his military number.
Although he sounds like a general with no name, but including the six guards in Liaodong, there are only ten organized armies now. Even if thirty or forty of them are compiled in the future, the ones with this title will not be generals with random titles, not to mention that the Yulin Guards are members of the Imperial Guard Department and are very distinguished. Moreover, in order to show his respect for Conglong's meritorious officials, he also gave him a Qinghe County Duke. Unlike the Yanggu County man that Zhao Ji gave him previously, Wu Song was a serious founding Duke. It's just that there is no food fiefdom, it's just a false title of honor, but it's full of gold content.
"Step together...go!"
Wu Song shouted, echoing in the doorway, and then stepped out. The team at the rear followed closely in order. The cadence and stride length were roughly the same. Accompanied by the sound of golden iron and armor leaves fluttering, the long procession left the Yingtian Gate and exited the Suzaku Gate outside the palace, which had been wide open early in the morning. This was later modified and named after the four gods, corresponding to the four directions, east, west, north, and south.
Exiting the Zhuque Gate is the Zhuque Bridge that connects the two sides of Luoshui River. Beyond the Zhuque Bridge, on the same axis as the Zhuque Gate, Yingtian Gate, and Wanxiang Shrine, is the Zhuque Street. It is ninety-five meters wide and nine hundred and fifty meters long, and is paved with large pieces of thick bluestone. This material is definitely not worthy of the status of this long street, but the production efficiency of the specially made gold bricks is too low, and the buildings in the palace are not supplied with it, so we can only deal with it like this first and wait until later to replace it. .
At this moment, on Suzaku Street, five steps away was a fully armed Habayashi Guard, extending to the end of Suzaku Street. Behind them, there was a lot of excitement, and there were the people in the city who got up early to watch the excitement. Notices have been sent out a long time ago, and the people can read them at will without having to kowtow and kneel.
When Wu Song crossed the Zhuque Bridge and stepped on the Zhuque Street, he shouted "Goose Step", then vigorously swung the national flag in front of him with both hands, and walked forward step by step with surprising steps.
Such actions are familiar to the common people. They have seen the palace guards change their defenses, but the number of people there was too small. It was the first time for them to see thousands of people in unison like today, with flags in front and knives behind them.
With a smile on his lips, Wang Yan looked at the stunned people on both sides of the street in the drafty Longhu. The people in front now are all the elites of each army, the killers on the front line. Now they are forming a formation together, full of murderous intent, needless to say how majestic they are.
At the end of Zhuque Street is the Sheji Altar and the Imperial Ancestral Temple, which took more than a year to build. The altar of sacrifice is in the west and the Taimiao temple is in the east. Of course the building faces north and south, but there is no wall outside, it just shines brightly there. These two places were also surrounded by the Yulin Guards, keeping out the people watching the emperor's enthronement.
In the middle of the two buildings, at the end of Zhuque Street, there was a three-level platform. Wu Song stopped in front of the platform, standing upright. The flag-carrying soldiers behind him trotted to the left and right, standing in awe.
Under the leadership of the ministers, Wang Yan took his wife, children and officials to the center of the altar of sacrifice. The ministers held the imperial edict and read the sacrificial text loudly. Wang Yan then burned it and sent it to heaven and earth, and then personally offered incense.
After offering sacrifices to heaven and earth at the Sheji Altar, he turned back to the Ancestral Temple and started to pray again to his distant ancestors and recent ancestors. It is easy to say that the distant ancestors are the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, but the recent ancestors are different. Wang Yan looked at the names of his eighteenth generation ancestors on the tablet, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He finally became a dutiful son.
Baimeng book
There was no way, unlike that time in the Ming Dynasty, he was a beggar and could not catch up with Shuo, so he did not set up a sign for his recent ancestors. Not this time. His Wang family is a big family in Yanggu and has accumulated wealth for generations. Other ancestors didn't know it, but he knew his grandfather's name anyway, it was the same, let alone his parents. Maybe, the person who made the arrangements this time might really be the ancestor of his Wang family. Of course, it's also possible that the civil servants at Shuoyuan only checked a few generations ago, and the officials above him were forced to install them.
In any case, the old couple lived well in the real world and were waiting for him to give birth to a son. But in the end, he didn't run away and put up a sign first.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with setting up a sign. After all, he is always an orphan in the film and television world, but his parents' graves are there, but he does not visit them. But this time something big happened, and it all ended up in the Ancestral Temple. This is a place where everything has to be sacrificed...
After offering sacrifices to the Ancestral Temple, Wang Yan and others came to the platform in the middle to make money. The band was already in place, with drums, flutes, xuns, shengs, and pipas. What they were playing was a piece of music that was vast and heavy, yet full of murderous domineering music. The matching words are not long, and are divided into two parts. The first half is about boasting about the glory of China, and the words are beautiful. The second half is about defending the glory to the death, and the words are sonorous.
As the singing sounded, Wu Song raised the national flag on the flagpole. Wang Yan, his wife and children, as well as the officials behind him, all lowered their left hands, made a fist with their right hand, placed it horizontally in front of their chest, with their backs facing the sky. When the music sounded, the soldiers drew their swords from their waists and pointed them diagonally toward the sky.
Such an enthronement ceremony, which was somewhat inconsistent with current etiquette, was of course caused by Wang Yan. The sense of ritual is the most effective way to increase the sense of belonging and honor.
He is a man of words and can make decisions directly, which makes things miserable for those working below, especially the Ministry of Etiquette, who is responsible for the five rites. Although the Confucius family has long been settled, and most of the children are building roads in Shandong to give back to their neighbors, they still have to follow various etiquette when doing things. Etiquette and laws are all inherited. Although they have evolved many times, they always have allusions. On the one hand, it is Confucian orthodoxy, and on the other hand, it also means that the Chinese inheritance is unbroken. Therefore, the Ministry of Rites is poor at the scriptures and wants to find the source of the rituals. If there is no source, they will create it...
This is the advantage of having the right to speak, whatever you say is right...
Wang Yan had nothing to say. After all, it was still Confucianism and his education had not yet begun. He could wait for a century-old plan.
After the flag-raising ceremony, the enthronement is over. The only thing left is to go back and read the imperial edict of the founding of the country. On the way back, I didn't ride the dragon, I just put my hands behind my back, smiled and waved to the people on both sides of the road who were shouting "Long Live the Mountain", and even said a few words to them at a close distance to show my closeness to the people.
Just like that, Wang Yan and others walked back to Ziwei Palace amid the cheers of the people.
Someone had already hung a huge national flag on the top of the Zhuque Gate gate, and the other three gates were also in sync. On the city wall, there are military flags of the existing army with writing on one side and totem on the other. Overall, it's quite harmonious.
In the Wanxiang Shrine, many large tables have long been filled. This place is big enough to accommodate so many people eating together at the same time. So Wang Yan didn't care about the rules and regulations and just held a banquet in the highest palace of power.
After another lengthy announcement of various appointments and canonizations, Wang Yan stood on the high platform and waved his hand: "Everyone, win!"
After speaking, he took a few symbolic bites, and then returned to the harem to eat with his wife and children. After all, he was here, and the whole group of people couldn't eat well.
This time when the emperor became emperor, he did not wait to unify the north and the south. It was really because they were not good enough and could not stop it at all. Even the people in the south knew it. Those people in the south know everything about the situation here. The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves and wiped out all the dissatisfied landowners in the north. They didn't even raise a wave. Even with hundreds of thousands of troops, they didn't think they could compete.
Now that he has ascended the throne and established the country, the north has been almost wiped out, and even if there are remnants, it is of no use. The next step is to wait for the army to be trained and directly unify Shenzhou.
As for negotiating terms, those people in the south are not qualified. They all have to work until they die.
Just thinking about it all the way, I finally returned to the harem.
Before he even entered the house, he heard his good sons bluffing: "I am the King of Wu, do you dare to snatch meat from me?"
"I'm still the Princess of Wei. What can I do if I steal your flesh?"
"mother……"
Wang Yan shook his head and smiled. There were all sons under ten years old here, as well as his daughters. Only two who were over ten years old were sitting on his dragon chair, accompanying the ministers on behalf of their father.
With so many accounts banned and only a few awesome ones, there will always be people who are dissatisfied. If we rank them by age, there are also those who are not convinced. His sons have been practicing martial arts since they were young, and they are about the same age and fight every day. It is impossible to say that they have no feelings, but they are always competitive. So for the sake of equality, he directly drew lots. Whoever gets the better one gets it. Don’t complain about this or that in the future. It’s easy. All were completed under the witness of cabinet ministers and were absolutely fair and impartial.
Master Li stood up and helped Wang Yan take off his dragon robe: "Why are you back? Aren't you in front with the ministers?"
"They didn't even dare to speak loudly when I was there. Where can I get good food? The boss and the second child are there to accompany me."
After taking off his dragon robe, Wang Yan sat at the dining table, smiling at the child who was competing with him, and chatting with the four girls while eating. It's nothing, I just want to tell you how it feels to be the emperor. Although people used to call them emperor, majesty, etc., it was always illegal.
This time, the four women also did not have the title of queen, they were all noble concubines, so no one should cause trouble for the other. He had also explained the matter of his child becoming emperor, and it was still so straightforward. His good sons really don't live as long as me. It's really a dream to think about his position. So he still told his sons not to be petty and that it was important to train the next generation well.
What do these little brats know now? Even the older ones can understand a little bit. He mainly talks to a few women. Master Li has no children, so she doesn't care. But the other three are a little different. Zhao Yupan was instigated by Zhao Ji. The old boy is still evil and comforts himself. His grandson is not bad at becoming emperor. Hu Sanniang was also encouraged by her mother-in-law's family. Although Hu Cheng has been honest and honest these years, now she is a relative, so she always has something to think about.
As for Jin Lian, she is too big-hearted. I’ve heard too many picture-book stories about the royal family. She doesn't have a natal family, so she relies on her son. She also feels that she is the first to enter the house, and she is always doted on, but she has some ideas.
Emperor Wang's response method is very simple, choose a concubine...
