The fifth year of Shaowu passed by in a blink of an eye. During a large-scale court meeting, the time came to the sixth year of Shaowu.
Compared with the previous Ming emperors, Emperor Shaowu was particularly generous, and the rewards he received made people extremely happy.
In the first month of the Jingying camp, all people are paid double wages, which is used as New Year's money.
As for the civil and military officials, they were rewarded with fish, salt, sugar, sheep, etc. according to different grades. Even the lowest scribes received a piece of cotton cloth and a few kilograms of meat to go home to enjoy themselves.
As the Prince Consort, Zhou Xian's treatment was naturally extraordinary.
In the Ming Dynasty, all those who were named eldest princess, eldest princess, or princess were given this title, and they were ranked below the marquis and above the earl.
As the son-in-law of Emperor Chongzhen and the husband of Princess Changping, Zhou Xian was not low in terms of united front value and status, so he also assisted King Zuo Rui in the Zongren Mansion and assumed the position of Zuo Zongzheng.
In fact, Yongle himself was not upright, and he was worried that the clan was in charge of the Zongren Mansion. Therefore, under the infringement of the Ministry of Rites, the responsibilities of the Zongren Mansion were repeatedly shrunk, and all matters under its jurisdiction were handed over to the Ministry of Rites, so the Zongren Mansion existed in name only.
However, Emperor Shaowu was different. All clan affairs were basically arranged by the clan office, but the decision-making power rested with the Ministry of Rites.
Considering the large population of Lao Zhu's family, the new style of title reduction and succession, the reduction of clans, and the lawsuits between the clan and the people are very complicated. The Ministry of Rites really needs the clan government to share some of the burden.
With a double salary and a high status, when Zhou Xian returned home, the rewards from the inner court were piled into several mule carts.
The newly launched fine snow sugar weighs a hundred kilograms; ten pieces of new silk from Suzhou; oil candles made from whales, one foot high and thick as arms, five as a reward...
There are some other regular agates, pearls, etc., all of which are valuable.
The pure rewards are less.
"Why are there so many?"
Jiang Jiang's five-year-old son was bouncing around, but he had to calm down under Zhu Yuluo's warning eyes.
She looked at the list of gifts and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"The emperor is rich!"
Zhou Xian asked someone to bring a can of white sugar, squeezed it with his hands and stroked it. He felt that it was fine and white, and he praised: "This snow candy is really like snow. It's really rare."
"Where did the emperor get so much money?" Zhu Yurao asked puzzledly. She stared at the sugar with her beautiful eyes. Even though she was a princess, this was the first time she saw such sugar.
In her impression, when her father was in power, life was extremely poor. He could not wear more than ten sets of clothes a year, many of which were patched, and he often couldn't sleep because he was worried about military expenses.
Getting up earlier than a chicken and going to bed later than a dog are all because of insufficient money.
And look at this reward, just for their Zhou Mansion, when these carriages came down, they had more than two to three thousand silver coins! There are also many rare and precious things that are simply appalling.
This was a gift of the year, something she had almost never experienced before in her memory.
"You don't know."
Zhou Xian washed his hands, washed away the sugar, took off his coat, sat on the couch, and leaned against the eucalyptus table:
"The emperor is smart. He didn't care about the banknotes back then and directly used the customs as internal funds, at least two to three million yuan a year."
"Although the vassal fields in each province became official fields and were divided a lot, I think those in Huguang and Sichuan were not divided at the beginning. The King of Shu was a wealthy clan."
"The most profitable one is the Taiwan government."
"Taiwan Mansion?" Zhu Yuyao was stunned. He had never heard of this place.
"It's a big island just across the sea from Fujian."
Zhou Xian sighed: "Although it was a bit deserted, the imperial court still sent troops to capture it, and the emperor directly planted hundreds of thousands of acres of sugar cane, and now the net profit is hundreds of thousands!
! "
When he said this, his eyes shone and his mouth watered with envy.
"And these things that were rewarded to us were provided by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and they almost only used up some of their strength."
"The emperor is indeed capable." Zhu Yulao smiled and shook her head: "If my father had such ability, why would tax collection and corrupt officials mess around, causing public resentment to boil, so that..."
Zhou Xian quickly held his jade hand: "Don't think wildly, everything is God's will. You are weak, so don't get too excited."
As for his five-year-old son Zhou Heng, he carefully climbed up the slump, ignoring his parents' love. He directly stuck the snow candy with his hands and began to slurp it deliciously.
"This child is so dirty!" Zhu Yulao scolded, wiping his hands and mouth directly with silk, and then threw it to the ground.
"Swallowing the Starry Sky: Signing in to Become a God"
Zhou Xian's face moved.
This piece of silk embroidered with lotus cost three to five silver coins, so it was thrown away like a rag.
He wanted to pick it up, but he could only ask his servants to do it privately and resell it!
There is no other way. If you have a princess, you have to take good care of her.
The huge capital city is purely a consumption-oriented city. Officials get rewards and the capital camp gets money, which instantly makes the market boil and vendors make a lot of money.
Gouzi was reading a book leisurely, his eyelids were dark, as if he was about to fall asleep in the blink of an eye.
When the teacher witnessed all this, he could only sigh and continue teaching through gritted teeth.
If it weren't for the twenty yuan a month, how could he, a talented scholar, have endured such humiliation?
Seeing the sun reaching its zenith, he said cruelly: "Jia Daihua——"
"What's wrong, sir, do you want to have lunch?" Jia Daihua stood up immediately and asked blankly.
"You just know how to eat." The gentleman took a ruler and slapped his palm ten times, and then said angrily: "I have been studying for many years, and I only memorized the Three-Character Classic and the Thousand-Character Classic. The Analects of Confucius is not complete, so you might as well A Mengtong!
"
Jia Daihua was sprayed with saliva and could only lower his head and endure it.
He didn't dare to provoke this talented scholar. He really beat him and didn't feel sorry for him. He would be even more unlucky if he got angry.
"At the age of fourteen, I had already memorized the Analects of Confucius, Daxue, Doctrine of the Mean, and Mencius, and started writing essays. Yet you are still learning..."
The teacher looked up to the sky and sighed, then stared at him with piercing eyes: "Remember, when you go out in the future, don't say you are my student."
"I can't afford to lose this person——"
"Um..." Jia Daihua raised his head in confusion and said secretly: "Sir, it's really lunch time."
"Go!"
The husband's anger was immediately relieved, so he could only put down his ruler and go to eat together without any burden, not to mention that the food at the Viscount Mansion was really good.
Jia Daihua left in a lively manner, and then called on a few companions, all of whom were young men, to cook the mutton in a hot pot.
At their age, their stomachs can hold an ox, and more than ten kilograms of mutton are put into the pot. The four of them are full.
“To eat hot pot, it must be mutton!”
Jia Daihua patted his belly and was filled with emotion.
If only there were no classes in the afternoon, how beautiful that day would be.
"Gouzi, the inner court has sent a reward. You go and check it with the housekeeper."
After a while, his mother lifted up his collar and gave him unceremonious instructions. Then she changed her voice and whispered: "You have to study hard. If you are still angry and run away from this gentleman, just wait." Take a beating!"
