Of the three things, only trade was allowed.
Ivanov's mink skins were accepted by the inner court and used as winter clothes for the concubines in the harem, or as rewards for civil and military ministers, which would also be very good.
The emperor did not take advantage of them. He exchanged sugar, silk, porcelain, and tea of equal value for them. These were scarce resources, and the Russians were extremely satisfied.
The envoy Ivanov, the future ambassador, also received a reward, a house and a hundred taels of gold, which made him overjoyed.
The Oirat Mongolian tribes in Central Asia have long been the emperor's meal.
Gao Yigong has lived in Turpan for a long time. According to his report, Gansu Province has begun to expand its army on a large scale in the past two years. There are 20,000 cavalry, 20,000 infantry, and 10,000 firearms battalions, including artillery and muskets.
If it weren't for Jin Yiwei's words that this guy had no heirs, Zhu Yixi wouldn't be worried at all.
Historically, the Junggar tribe unified Oirat Mongolia, but it is impossible now.
The civil servants of Gansu had no intention of attacking the Western Regions. They were surrounded by yellow sand and unruly people. The cost of governance was too high and they could not make ends meet.
However, Gao Yigong was eager to fight and wanted to seek the position of duke. The governor's office and the Ministry of War could only be handed over to the cabinet, and then the emperor would make arbitrary decisions.
However, the cabinet did not want to fight, but they knew that the emperor was obsessed with success, so they could only tactfully admonish him.
Any person who is not a fool can understand the memorials such as "A warlike person will perish" and "The Northwest is useless".
In response, Zhu Yixi smiled slightly and did not directly refute it. It was the most despicable behavior for the emperor to personally commit suicide.
Leave it in the middle without sending it.
The meaning is thought-provoking.
Wang Fuzhi was on duty with His Excellency Wenyuan, and several colleagues came out laughing at the gate of the palace.
As the time comes to October, winter has entered in the north, and a light snow can’t wait to cover the city of Beijing.
For Wang Fuzhi, the past two and a half years of his political career have been unforgettable.
Each of the six departments took a three-month rotation, and then he was appointed as the living minister for one month, and then he was appointed as the minister of the middle school.
The Autumn Jue is over and the summer taxes have been put into the treasury. Now as the new year is approaching and things are getting quieter, 90% of the Zhongshushe people will be released and become the seventh-level county magistrates.
The top five remaining Jinshi will be on duty until spring and April. They will not be relieved until the Jinshi in the seventh year of Shaowu are ordered to enter the Imperial Palace.
Although it was released half a year in advance, not many people liked it.
As long as anyone with a discerning eye can see it, he or she has a bright future.
Wang Fuzhi was open-minded. Three or five friends gathered together, and the restaurant's wing was full of wine and lively.
"And Nong, you are from Huguang. According to the old rule in the first year of Shaowu, people from the north go south and people from the south go north. You might end up in the capital!"
One person said unsteadily, glancing at the scars on Wang Fuzhi's face, and the sour water in his heart kept bubbling.
The scar of disobedience on this face is stronger than any qualifications.
The other people also nodded.
If it were someone else, it would be impossible for Shuntian Mansion, but Wang Fuzhi was different. He saved his father at the expense of his face, was both loyal and filial, and was born to be his signature.
"Whether it's the capital, the northwest, or even Liaodong, as long as you can do things for the court, it's all the same."
Wang Fuzhi felt comfortable in his heart, but his face was indifferent.
"Have you heard that those supervisors have been busy with the yellow list, and now they have gone to Liaodong County to become magistrates, faster than us-"
"Hey, I don't even know if Jiannu has left cleanly..."
"The relationship with the official department needs to be improved..."
"We are in the same year, so we can go out together if we have a relationship..."
Now that they are talking about the official department without any hesitation, they all want to establish relations with each other.
Being of the same year, fellow countrymen, and being teachers, these are the three ironclad relationships in official circles that cannot be shaken off.
However, the emperor designated the chief examiner and co-examiners as doctors from the Imperial College. They were some old scholars with solid knowledge, but they did not have strong connections in the officialdom.
In the same year, he was unable to protect himself, and only relatives from the same hometown could climb a little or two.
After the banquet ended, Wang Fuzhi staggered back home, somewhat drunk.
In the courtyard, Huang Zongxi was looking at him with a smile: "Have you heard that you are going to be released?"
"Brother Huang? Why are you back?"
Wang Euzhi was stunned at first, and then he was overjoyed and hurriedly pulled his shoulders.
"Hey, sit down!"
Huang Zongxi had a smile on his face, and his voice was relaxed and cheerful: "I have been wandering around the place for a year, and I have to come back to report on my work!"
"It's not easy to supervise the censor."
"Inspection, the people are calling Qingtian, and he has made meritorious deeds and virtues. I am very envious of him."
Wang Fuzhi couldn't see that he was embarrassed, so he could only wave his hands, shake his head and prepare to leave.
"No, no!" Huang Zongxi immediately grabbed him and whispered: "Don't you want to be released? I have an idea, do you want to listen to it?"
"Say it."
"Speaking of which, we have to mention the supervisory censor."
Huang Zongxi said proudly: "When I went on inspection this time, five county magistrates were taken away. One magistrate, countless county magistrates and officials, and even the subordinate officials were pinching them hard and couldn't hold them back."
"This time I returned to Beijing, a certain person got the first merit in the merit examination. After the new year, there will be vacancies. There are not many in the Metropolitan Procuratorate. According to the system, they can be promoted to the sixth rank. If they are placed in the local area, they will be promoted to the sixth rank."
"In the past, it was the Tongpan of the government, but now it can only be the promotion officer under the Tongpan."
"Of course, the person in charge of the Sixth Cao of the Mansion..."
Thinking of this, Huang Zongxi felt a little aggrieved.
From the county magistrate, to the censor, and then to the chief executive, the palm seal officer became a subordinate official. Although his rank rose, he still did dirty work.
"What about me?" Wang Fuzhi couldn't help but feel envious.
In the first year of Shaowu, he was promoted to Jinshi. He was promoted to the county magistrate in three years. He was appointed as the censor in five years. In seven years, he became the sixth grade. It was almost a step in two years. It was so smooth.
"If you go out, you must be the county magistrate."
Huang Zongxi glanced at Wang Fuzhi's face and said: "However, I think based on your conditions, it is very possible for Jingxian County, or even Hebei for the worst."
When Wang Fuzhi heard this, a smile appeared on his face.
"However, I have a friend named Zheng Sen. He was promoted to the sixth grade last year. I am still a step behind him. I am afraid he will enter the capital next year. This kid!"
After showing off, the two of them went back to their rooms.
The next day, it was Wang Euzhi's turn to take charge of Wenyuan Pavilion.
Wenyuan Pavilion was the seat of the central cabinet of the Ming Dynasty. The general envoys collected all the memorials in the world and sent them to the cabinet with almost no screening.
Therefore, in the palace, the General Administration Department and the cabinet are inseparable from people 12 hours a day, so as not to delay military affairs.
The cabinet implements a rotation system, so the five cabinet elders naturally don't need to stay up late, and they can't. The one who stays up late on duty is the young Zhongshu Sheren, who sends and receives all memorials.
Wenyuan Pavilion is in the Forbidden City, and can notify the emperor in emergencies.
Two people per shift, basically you stay up until midnight, and I stay up until midnight, until dawn, when the rooster crows, I take over the shift when others arrive, and then I have the day off.
Wang Fuzhi stayed up late and specially prepared snacks. Also on duty was Xia Wanchun, the number one scholar in Shaowu's fourth year.
Wang Fuzhi admired Xia Wanchun who was the number one scholar at the age of 20.
His father, Xia Yunyi, was a veteran of several societies. He had a long history of studying poetry and calligraphy since he was a child. He was also from Songjiang Prefecture in Jiangsu Province, so it was not unusual for him to win the first prize.
"Brother Wang!" Xia Wanchun sorted out the memorial and nodded to him.
On the side, the eunuchs would come over with a basket of memorials almost every half an hour or so, panting and very tired.
After a while, the meals were delivered from the inner court, including meat and vegetables. The imperial dining room was not very delicious, so we had to make do with it.
Xia Wanchun frowned after taking one look at the food, decisively chose to give up and ate the snacks he had brought.
Wang Euzhi smiled knowingly and ate his own food.
In the quiet Wenyuan Pavilion, there was only the sound of reading memorials.
Gather - summarize, and then arrange them according to various departments, urgent matters, and then put them on the desks of each cabinet boss. There can be no sloppiness.
There is a very good work tradition among the Shushe people in the cabinet: today's work is completed today.
Never leave yesterday's things to tomorrow.
There are a total of twenty-two provinces in the world, two capitals, two hundred prefectures, and one thousand four hundred counties. Together with the civil and military officials, there are hundreds of memorials every day.
Therefore, the two of them were busy most of the time and had no chance to take turns on duty in the middle of the night.
Although the light under the glazed tile cover is not very bright, it is safe and beautiful. There is only the rustle of reading memorials.
And they are not the only ones who stay up late.
As early as the shogunate period, Zhu Yixi established the secret folding system.
That is, they sent trusted people to serve as local officials and were given secret boxes so that their memorials could go directly to the inner court and be submitted to the emperor without going through the General Administration Department.
This is a good supplement to Jin Yiwei's monitoring methods.
After all, the only people who know the officialdom best are your own people.
There were only a few people at the beginning, but now it has expanded to hundreds of people, and there are more than ten sealed discounts for him to deal with every day.
Tired and annoyed.
During the Qing Dynasty, the number of secret seals in the Kangxi Dynasty was no more than a hundred. During the Yongzheng period, the number increased to 1,200, so there were tens of thousands of seal seals throughout the year.
You think that Yongzheng worked all night to deal with memorials, but others were just dealing with secret details for fear of rebellion.
Ordinary memorials are handled by the cabinet elders and ministers, and there is no need for the emperor to personally review them.
Of course, Zhu Yixi guessed that in addition to the uneasiness of the small clan against the big clan, Yongzheng also used secrets to control the world and regulate New Deal matters.
Just like a pen pal, it brings the relationship between the monarch and his ministers closer.
After reading several secret documents, the emperor felt unhappy.
The Ming Dynasty is really too big, with a vast territory, and disasters hit places every day, including droughts, floods, locusts, and even earthquakes. Naturally, these major events must be summarized truthfully.
Although it is not a major disaster and the impact is not widespread, it is still necessary to disburse money tax-free to provide relief to the victims and deploy troops to prevent civil unrest.
No wonder Jiangnan has been valued for thousands of years because it has less droughts, less water supply, no earthquakes, and is a natural granary and treasure house.
However, it is better to have a big one, as it can be used by the left and right, and it will not be overwhelming.
There are rules and regulations in the cabinet to follow when it comes to relieving victims. He just knew about it in advance.
After writing a few words of praise, Zhu Yixi felt mentally tired.
The most important thing about secrets is to supervise the officialdom and prevent the superiors from being deceived.
He stood up and stretched: "What time is it?"
The eunuch Liu Afu who was accompanying him glanced at the chiming clock and immediately stepped forward: "Long live the Lord, it's half past ten."
(Long Live Lord is the title of the inner court of the Ming Dynasty. Wei Zhongxian’s nine thousand years is derived from this, which shows that his power is second only to the emperor)
"So late?" Zhu Yixi was shocked, I am so diligent.
Except for Taizu, Chengzu, Renzong, and Chongzhen, I’m afraid no one can compare with me!
"Master, do you want to have a midnight snack?"
"Not urgent."
Zhu Yixi waved her hands and said, "Let's go shopping first."
Liu Afu is good at everything.
There are still patrols in the Forbidden City at night, and safety is tight.
However, necessary arrangements must be made.
Dozens of palace maids and eunuchs followed, and a group of guards came quickly to protect them.
"Master, get on the chariot!"
Liu Afu thoughtfully put a cloak on him, and then helped him get on the chariot.
"It snowed two days ago. Although the palace has been cleaned, there are still potholes in it. Your body of gold..."
After explaining it, and seeing that the emperor's expression remained unchanged, he nodded.
In fact, the emperor loved walking the most, but he didn't like chariots very much. He was relieved when he saw the emperor accepted it today.
After walking around, the eunuchs carrying the chariot were changed three times, and the emperor came to Wenyuan Pavilion.
Wenyuan Pavilion is not far from Qianqing Palace, the emperor's residence.
After leaving Qianqing Palace, you will reach Qianqing Gate, then turn left and enter Jingyun Gate, and go straight ahead to the Wenhua Palace complex, where Wenyuan Pavilion is located.
It's a few miles apart, really not that far away.
Wenyuan Pavilion was brightly lit, and two blurry figures could be seen through the window screen. The emperor got off the chariot and entered the room directly.
The eunuchs wanted to salute, but were stopped and not allowed to make a sound.
However, when a figure came in, Wang Fuzhi didn't even raise his head: "It's not even half an hour, why are you here again?"
"But what-"
When he raised his head, he suddenly saw the emperor. Wang Fuzhi hurriedly knelt down and said, "I'm going to bow to your majesty——"
This time, Xia Wanchun was awakened immediately. He glanced at the emperor in surprise, then looked at him again as if to confirm, and then knelt down.
It was so strange to meet the emperor in the middle of the night.
"Get up!" The emperor stepped forward and flipped through the memorial.
"Is there someone on duty every day?"
"Yes, there are people on duty day and night. Even in the middle of the twelfth lunar month, there are people on duty at Wenyuan Pavilion at twelve hours every day."
Wang Fuzhi did not dare to raise his head and spoke.
"I remember you."
Suddenly, the emperor found a place to sit down, looked at the person in front of him, and chuckled: "Wang Fuzhi, the famous scar-faced Jinshi."
The three great thinkers of the late Ming Dynasty are indispensable in history textbooks.
Wang Euzhi was dumbfounded. How could his words be so frivolous?
"By the way, you are Xia Wanchun."
Zhu Yixi turned her eyes and looked at the younger Xia Wanchun: "Shaowu's fourth year champion, he is young and promising!"
A Farewell to the Clouds, although it was an after-school poem, was killed at the age of sixteen, which made Hong Chengchou unable to lift his head in shame.
I have been a tourist for three years, and today I am in Nanguan again.
Infinite mountains and rivers and tears, who said the world is broad?
It is known that the road to the spring is close, and it is difficult to leave my hometown.
On the day when Yipo returns, the spiritual flag can be seen in the sky.
With solid knowledge, good appearance, and loyalty, Zhu Yixi cast a fond gaze on him.
"That's all, I'm a bad visitor and delayed your work."
The emperor smiled and shook his head, waving his hand and saying: "Give a supper to the two Zhongshushe people to soothe their stomachs."
After that, leave directly.
Wang and Xia watched the emperor leave, looked at each other, and suddenly felt that tonight was worth it.
(End of chapter)
