"Your Majesty, Southern Zhili is the economic and cultural center of the south."
"When Emperor Taizu divided Zhili, he swallowed up the essence of the northern part of the Yangtze River and formed the current Southern Zhili."
"Standing in Nanzhili and looking to the west and to the south, the best places of the Ming Dynasty are all next to Nanzhili."
"The existence of Nanzhili is to control the entire south."
"Although His Majesty has never visited Southern Zhili."
"But because of the existence of Nanjing, Jiangnan will always be under the control of the Ming Dynasty!"
"Not even the entire South will rebel!"
Hu Xi said seriously: "Your Majesty, your imperial edict can shock Jiangnan. In the final analysis, it is the existence of Nanzhili!"
"If you weaken Nanzhili, your imperial decree will be ineffective in Jiangnan in ten years."
"Twenty years later, Jiangnan and even the south may break away from the Ming Dynasty at any time."
"Thirty years from now, there will be a war between the north and the south."
"The Ming Dynasty fell apart."
Hu Hui's words made Yu Qian agree.
Yu Qian came out of work, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, not only cannot the Southern Zhili be reduced, but it must be strengthened!"
"Your Majesty wants to investigate the world."
"It is nothing more than trying to strengthen weak branches, weaken the gentry's control over the local area, and strengthen the central government's control over the local area."
"Then how can your Majesty weaken the Southern Zhili and weaken the center while strengthening the local areas?"
Yu Qian hit the nail on the head and said it more straightforwardly.
It was too late for the central government to centralize power. How could anyone like Zhu Qiyu want to abolish Southern Zhili?
The courtiers rushed to speak.
They all believe that Southern Zhili must not be weakened.
If you want to control the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River, the core is to control the southern Zhili.
Zhu Qiyu nodded and could only take a step back: "I was reckless."
You can weaken the Southern Zhili, but you must deal with the Jiangnan gentry. After strengthening the centralization of power, you can then weaken the Southern Zhili and then split it into provinces.
He wants to split up Southern Zhili, but he is actually following the example of the Qing Dynasty.
But the Ming Dynasty was different from the Qing Dynasty. What the Ming Dynasty took over was the world that had been divided for hundreds of years from the Yuan Dynasty to the north and the south.
It took a hundred years for the Ming Dynasty to heal the rift between the north and the south.
Emperor Taizu established Nanjing as his capital because when Taizu first settled the country, he encountered strong opposition from the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River. The gentry in Jiangnan hated Emperor Taizu extremely.
Therefore, Emperor Taizu used himself to suppress the Jiangnan gentry.
It is not yet time to abolish Southern Zhili.
After discussing some more things, they dispersed.
And in Mobei Palace.
Wan Xian knelt at the door of the palace and cried: "Please, Your Majesty, obey the Holy Mother's decree!"
"Are you bothering me too?" Zhu Qizhen's chest heaved.
Wan Xian is Mrs. Wan's brother and King De's uncle.
"I don't dare!" Wan Xian kowtowed.
"Don't you dare? How many times have you been here? I told you to get out, did you get out?" Zhu Qizhen was furious.
That loser's methods are really ruthless.
Let his wife's family bother him and force him to submit.
"Please, Your Majesty, obey the Holy Mother's decree!"
"Didn't I obey? Do you want to accuse me of being unfilial?"
Zhu Qizhen was furious: "Okay, if you are willing to kneel down and recite sutras, then you can do it. I will pretend that I can't hear you! No one is allowed to come in and bother me!"
He went into the back hall angrily and slept under the covers.
"Please, Your Majesty, obey the Holy Mother's decree!"
Wan Xian recited this passage over and over again just like chanting a sutra.
Xu Gan asked him to recite it here, and he had to recite it.
The wound on Xu Gan's mouth hasn't healed yet.
There was also a circle of marks, which made many people laugh.
He didn't dare to make people uncomfortable in the palace. King Mobei got angry, and he, a slave, could only endure it.
Also standing in the courtyard.
It rains lightly.
The autumn rain was very cold, and I felt uncomfortable all over when I was soaked in the rain.
As for Zhu Qizhen's ladies, they all stood in the courtyard and were soaked in the rain.
"Madam, you should also go in and persuade King Mobei." Xu Gan smiled at Madam Wan.
Madam Wan's eyes were filled with hatred.
We are all in this situation!
Why doesn't the emperor let us go?
Mrs. Wan wandered into the hall and glanced at her brother Wan Xian. Wan Xian chanted sutras like a monk, sighed and went into the inner hall.
Immediately, Zhu Qizhen's rage was heard: "Do you even want me to die?"
"My lord, forgive me!" Madam Wan immediately knelt on the ground.
Her bun was covered with water drops, which fell on the ground like raindrops.
Zhu Qizhen felt pity in his heart, and his face softened slightly: "Get up, I have fallen to this point, and you have never left me. It is my blessing."
Mrs. Wan did not dare to persuade her.
Although she was favored, Zhu Qizhen did not listen to her on major issues of right and wrong.
"Tell your brother to hurry up and get out of here. I don't want to see him."
Zhu Qizhen's eyes were stern: "If you force me no matter what, I will kill someone!"
"I obey!" Madam Wan quickly knelt down.
I had to go out of the inner hall.
Wan Xian's face was full of tears. He didn't want to meditate on the scriptures, but if he didn't, Xu Gan would take care of him and his family would not be taken care of either.
Mrs. Wan suddenly felt that living was so tiring.
Walking out of the hall, he saluted Xu Gan: "Eunuch Xu, King Mobei is really tired."
"I am also tired, but did I complain?"
Xu Gan sighed: "Since Mrs. Wan is not willing, please ask King De to come."
"you!"
King De was about to speak, but Madam Wan held him back and told him to obey.
King De entered the hall angrily.
He glanced at his uncle and cursed secretly that he was worthless and had come to bother Mobei Prince's Mansion and disturb the peace in the family.
Why can't you carry it all by yourself?
Have you never learned to carry a heavy load and move forward?
But after entering the inner hall, King De became timid and called out in a low voice: "Father!"
Zhu Qizhen turned over and glanced at him.
King De was so frightened that he knelt on the ground.
"Good-for-nothing!"
At the beginning, Zhu Jianshen refuted it. He was still thinking about making his second son the emperor!
As a result, he was threatened by an eunuch to bother his father!
Unfilial thing!
I am so smart, how could I give birth to such a waste?
"Father, I want, I want..."
"What do you want?" Zhu Qizhen was filled with anger and was pushed to the edge of the cliff by Xu Gan. As long as he didn't hand over the list, Xu Gan would always bother him.
It doesn’t work for relatives.
Just use his son?
Then what? Did he kill all his wives?
King De was mumbling, unable to say anything.
Such a useless look.
Zhu Qizhen stood up and kicked him over: "Useless thing! How will he inherit the throne in the future?"
"Go out and kill that dog eunuch for me!"
King De's eyes popped out, should I kill him?
Why don't you kill?
"What are you afraid of? You are my son, the nephew of that... emperor. Can he kill his nephew because of a eunuch?"
Zhu Qizhen was furious and had no future.
Your father was bullied like this by the eunuch, why don't you vent your anger on your own father? Do you still know about filial piety?
I don't know how to assess the situation at all.
Useless.
"Dad, my son is still young and has never killed anyone." King De was nine years old. It was really inhumane to let a child kill someone.
The key is that Zhu Qizhen didn't dare to kill himself.
"Useless trash!"
Zhu Qizhen kicked him over again: "If I ask you to kill, you have to kill. This is the father's order. How about reading the sage's book and putting it in the dog's belly?"
So why don’t you do it yourself?
How can a pity child not be a husband?
Can't you love and care for your son?
Wouldn’t it be nice to do it yourself?
"Father, my child dare not kill anyone." King De was not stupid either.
He knows who has the final say in Ming Dynasty.
Only after you lick your uncle well can he be your own vassal king.
After all, he is the second oldest child, and the crown prince position has nothing to do with him. Even if his biological father ascends the throne, he is still a prince. If his uncle becomes the emperor, he is also a prince. What is the difference?
Snapped!
Zhu Qizhen slapped him across the face: "Trash! Useless wimp! I am so wise and powerful, how can I have a trash son like you!"
It's up to you, it's just the same.
King Deok just cried.
Zhu Qizhen rolled his eyes and said, "Well, the killing was indeed too bloody, but your uncle Wan Xian had to eat the inside and outside. I want to give him a taste of the power."
"Father..."
Zhu Qizhen put his hand on his shoulder: "Listen to what my father said. After you went out, you pretended to be angry and hit Wan Xian in the chest with your head, knocking him unconscious. My father will remember you."
"Ah?" King De touched his head. Wouldn't that mean that both jade and stone would be destroyed?
What a headache.
"What? Can't you do this little thing? It's a waste of my love for you." Zhu Qizhen feigned anger.
King De said in a low voice: "Father, why don't you just hand it over."
"What do you know!"
Zhu Qizhen yelled fiercely, then glanced outside the door and lowered his voice and said: "Lin'er, as long as you listen to daddy, you will be the prince when daddy ascends to the throne."
King De’s eyes widened!
"Dad didn't lie to you. Your eldest brother is not close to dad. It's impossible for dad to pass on the title of prince to him."
Zhu Qizhen's tone was beguiling: "Think about it, you are also the emperor."
The corners of King De's lips were trembling.
I don't want to be an emperor, I just want to be a profligate prince, not an emperor.
Although he had no impression of his eldest brother Zhu Jianshen, the eldest brother who could tolerate it in the palace for eight years and be the prince for eight years was definitely not a loser.
Can he compete with his elder brother?
"Dad, can this kid really be the emperor?" King De was also moved.
As a member of the royal family, who can not covet that big position?
Zhu Qizhen nodded heavily: "As long as you do what dad says, our family will definitely not be here forever."
King De swallowed his saliva and nodded.
Zhu Qizhen smiled, my son is indeed no coward!
"Go and hit your uncle!" Zhu Qizhen was stalling for time.
King De ran out happily.
Zhu Qizhen stood at the door of the back hall watching the play.
Zhou Neng has already died. If Wan Xian dies, someone in the court will definitely speak out for him.
By then, that useless man will definitely stop killing his relatives, and Nangong will be able to calm down for a while.
The opportunity he has been waiting for will come.
But immediately, the expression on his face froze.
King De did not hit Wanxian.
Instead, he ran out of the inner hall and shouted: "My father wants to be the emperor! My father wants to usurp the throne!"
Zhu Qizhen was shocked.
Is this, is this my son?
With a pop, Zhu Qizhen fell to the ground. What evil did I do? I gave birth to two evil offspring!
Zhu Jianshen scolded him for being unkind, unfilial, unkind, unjust, and disloyal.
One Zhu Jianlin sold him out.
Xu Gan was stunned: "What did you say?"
"Sir, King Mobei is going to rebel. I am going to the palace to report that King Mobei is rebelling!" King De shouted loudly.
In the courtyard, Zhu Qizhen's ladies had wonderful expressions.
They all looked at Mrs. Wan.
Mrs. Wan died immediately.
"Quickly, bring King De into the palace to report! Hurry!" Xu Gan was also confused and found out the big news.
Immediately send people to control the entire Nangong.
He also entered the palace quickly.
Zhu Qiyu had just gone to court and was on his way back to Yangxin Hall: "After this autumn rain, the weather has turned cooler."
He put on autumn clothes, but still felt cold.
Dong Ci was waiting outside the Yangxin Hall.
"Why are you here free?" Zhu Qiyu entered the hall.
Dong Ci followed behind, with a smile on his face: "Go back to your Majesty, please let me show you my way."
"ha."
Zhu Qiyu looked back: "I'm in a good mood. Did the Royal Commercial Bank make a lot of money?"
Entering the main hall, Zhu Qiyu drank ginseng tea to dispel the cold.
Dong Ci knelt on the ground, clapped his hands, and a eunuch came into the hall carrying a tray.
"This slave offers a treasure to the Emperor, asking the Emperor to read it with his holy eyes!"
With that said, he lifted up the red cloth.
In the tray is a black sweater. When you unfold it, you can see that it is still open, with eight chapters woven on it: sun, moon, dragon, stars, mountain, fire, Hua Chong, and Zong Yi.
This is done according to the Mianfu standard.
"Send it up!"
The little eunuch carrying the tray came over on his knees, and Feng Xiao picked up the sweater.
Zhu Qiyu touched it: "Is this a sweater? It's quite soft!"
"Your Majesty, it still feels a bit rough, but it is already the best knitted piece so far."
Dong Ci introduced with a smile.
Describe the weaving process in detail.
"How much does it cost?" Zhu Qiyu was most nervous about this question.
"Your Majesty, the cost of this piece of work is naturally very high."
Dong Ci clapped his hands and asked someone to bring over a few more sweaters. The sweaters were divided into upper, middle and lower grades, and the colors were also colorful.
The low-grade sweaters are very rough, but the cost is only fifteen yuan.
"So cheap?" Feng Xiao was shocked.
"Eunuch Feng, if there are enough wool, yarn, and weavers, the price can go down a bit." Dong Ci said with a smile.
"If an individual buys wool and knits it himself, the cost will only be ten yuan."
"Maybe even lower."
hiss!
Everyone in the Yangxin Hall took a breath of air.
This price is too low.
Folks are lucky to be able to wear sweaters through the winter.
"What about the medium ones? How much does it cost?" Zhu Qiyu asked.
"The only difference between low and medium is the softness."
Dong Ci introduced: "Look, the softness of medium sweaters is higher. Because of the softening process, the cost is higher, but the cost is 1.2 taels of silver."
"That's also cheap."
Feng Xiao looked at it with envy, wondering if it would feel warm wearing it.
"The fine ones are more expensive because they need to be dyed, which costs more than ten taels of silver."
That's a luxury item.
Dong Ci also said: "Awakened by the emperor, the textile factory specially designed wool of different specifications to spin sweaters of different thicknesses to cope with different seasons. Even in the coldest months of winter, you can wear a thick sweater to keep warm."
"Okay! Change my clothes for me!"
Zhu Qiyu opened his hands.
Feng Xiaoze glanced at Dong Ci, who nodded heavily.
Obviously, this dress has been tested and tested again and again, and nothing will go wrong.
It is not etiquette to change clothes in the Yangxin Hall.
But Zhu Qiyu was so happy when he saw that he was hunting, he ignored the red tape.
Cardigan sweater with buckles.
Still tight-fitting, warm and stylish.
Put on regular clothes outside.
"warm!"
Zhu Qiyu moved around. Although it was a little tight, he could accept it. A smile appeared on his face: "Are they all open-fronted? Are there any pullovers?"
"Your Majesty, of course there are. Pullover sweaters are cheaper. Like low-grade sweaters, one can save a copper plate."
If you calculate it this way, the cost is low again.
The common people can definitely afford it.
The people of the Ming Dynasty were miserable. Wearing cotton-padded clothes was basically a wishful thinking. It was normal to wear a few single clothes for the winter.
Therefore, winter is basically cat winter. Unless they are forced into labor by the court, they just squat at home.
No cotton clothes to wear.
"What about the raw material of the wool? The wool can be made from prairie sheep?"
Zhu Qiyu walked back and forth in the hall, and also walked around outside the hall, and found that he was indeed keeping warm.
But the wool is still very prickly to the skin.
The softening process is not done well and needs to be improved a little bit.
"Back to your Majesty, the wool of the sheep captured in the grassland is shorter and difficult to obtain. It is not as cost-effective as the long-haired sheep."
Zhu Qiyu nodded: "Next year, let both Rehe and Hetao raise long-haired sheep to further reduce the price."
"My slave obeys the order!"
Zhu Qiyu walked around from the outside and entered the palace, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead: "Haha, this thing is warm. The textile factory has it in stock. Go and give one to all the ministers in the cabinet, and let them wear it in court tomorrow morning!"
"Your Majesty, of course there are."
"Every eunuch who follows me to court every day will be rewarded with one to wear tomorrow!"
Zhu Qiyu was in a good mood: "By the way, how long does it take to weave a low-quality sweater?"
"Your Majesty, it will take a mature weaver about seven or eight days to weave it," Dong Ci reported back.
"How long does it take to become a mature weaver?" Zhu Qiyu asked again.
"Back to your lord, knitting sweaters is easy. If you knit four or five pieces, you will be a mature weaver."
Dong Ci said: "But spinning thread is difficult and requires a lot of weavers' work."
Zhu Qiyu asked many questions in detail.
"Reward! Big reward!"
"Pass the message that Dong has made a great contribution to the sweater he presented, and will be given a silver talisman and ten thousand taels of silver;"
"The weavers who participated in the development of the textile factory were collectively given a bronze talisman. Ye Siniang, Liu Erniang and other four people who made great contributions were all given a bronze talisman and were rewarded with a thousand taels of silver! Yin Yizi entered the palace as a bodyguard!"
Dong Ci's eyes widened, this reward was too generous.
"Your Majesty, this is the time when money is spent in the government. How can you reward me with so much money?"
Dong Ci felt that giving him a silver talisman was already a great reward.
"This is a big deal. The contribution of donating a sweater is by no means less than the contribution of winning a great victory in Mobei!"
Zhu Qiyu said seriously: "Dong Ci, you have read books. You should know that it is very difficult for our dynasty to rule Mobei."
"Even if I use force to rule Mobei for decades."
"What about when I die?"
"I'm afraid it will be difficult for future kings to completely rule Mobei."
"When our Ming Dynasty declines, there will be rebellion in Mobei."
"But it's different with sweaters. Everyone in the world needs to wear sweaters, and the Mobei herdsmen raise long-haired sheep, which means they have income and both sides benefit."
"The imperial court will never abandon Mobei, because if Mobei is lost, the people of the Ming Dynasty will have to suffer from the cold."
"The herdsmen in Mobei don't want to leave the Ming Dynasty, because if they leave the Ming Dynasty, no one will want their wool. The herdsmen are also human beings. If they can make money and live a good life, they will naturally not leave the Ming Dynasty."
"This sweater is my weapon to rule Mobei!"
Dong Ci had read books.
I immediately understood the power of it.
Therefore, the emperor spared no effort to develop wool spinning because he wanted to use wool spinning to control the sheep on the grassland and use the sheep to control the herdsmen.
"Dong Ci, you have great merit, but a silver talisman cannot express your full merit."
Zhu Qiyu walked back and forth: "Do you want to be knighted?"
Dong Ci's eyes widened, how could it be possible?
Zheng He has made such great achievements but has not been awarded a title. Who is he?
In the Yongle Dynasty, many famous eunuchs were not awarded titles for their merit.
"I grant you martial arts honors and the title of Martial Cavalry Lieutenant."
"In the future, you will raise an adopted son to continue your bloodline."
"When you make further contributions, I will grant you a title."
Zhu Qiyu promised.
Dong Ci's eyes were red. What a title. Can eunuchs also be knighted?
Feng Xiao was about to say something but stopped. Taizu's ancestral system, military merit and knighthood, what is the title of eunuch?
"This sweater is no less valuable than winning the battle."
Zhu Qiyu added: "In this way, after you go back, you can mass-produce wool, and then teach the women in Gyeonggi to knit sweaters, and let all the women in Gyeonggi knit sweaters. We will try to knit hundreds of thousands of sweaters before winter and distribute them to the soldiers. "
"Your Majesty, it's already mid-October and winter is about to begin. How can you weave so many pieces?"
"As long as you can complete it, how about I give you another silver talisman?" Zhu Qiyu said excitedly.
To mobilize a person's enthusiasm, you have to give credit to others.
To mobilize the enthusiasm of a factory, it must be privatized.
"besides."
"I plan to set up a patent office under the Ministry of Rites. You can apply for patents on all processes of sweaters, including the making of looms."
"Then, the method of making the loom, the method of making the wool, and the method of knitting the sweater will be made public."
"Let the people open woolen mills at will, and the central government encourages the people to open woolen mills."
"However, merchants who open woolen mills have to pay royalties. I have to think about how much this patent fee should be, and it should be lower."
"When more private wool spinning mills are opened, the Royal Commercial House will sell the looms and concentrate on collecting patent fees."
Dong Ci felt that this was a fantasy.
Their wool textile factory worked hard to develop it, why should it be made public? Why should merchants be allowed to do whatever they want?
Who dares to imitate something from the Royal Trading Company?
"Weavers in wool spinning mills should give priority to selling looms to them so that they can make money by spinning." Zhu Qiyu said.
But Dong Ci didn't respond.
Zhu Qiyu lowered his head: "What? Didn't you understand?"
"Your Majesty, we were the first to make wool weaving, why should we leave it to merchants?" Dong Ci felt it was a pity.
"Didn't you collect the patent fee?"
"How much is the patent fee? We can make the biggest profit by doing it ourselves!" Dong Ci said.
All the people in Yangxin Palace nodded.
You make money by doing it yourself.
This is the gap between the small-scale peasant economy and the commodity economy.
"stand up."
Zhu Qiyu was in a good mood and explained to him: "I ask you, how many woolen mills can you run by yourself?"
"As long as the emperor orders it, factories can be set up and operated anywhere in the world."
"Then can you guarantee that there is no corruption?" Zhu Qiyu asked.
Dong Ci was at a loss for words: "Everyone has selfish motives, so naturally he wants to take some, but we also take the majority."
"Let me ask you again, does a person work hard to cultivate his own land, or work hard to cultivate other people's land?"
"Of course it's mine!" Dong Ci understood a little bit.
"I ask people all over the world to open woolen mills so that they can make money for themselves. Their enthusiasm must be higher than working for me."
"As for corruption, that is their factory's problem and has nothing to do with the court."
"One more thing, if everyone in the world opened woolen mills, would woolen mills still make money?"
"At the same time, the Royal Merchant House has so much business, how can it manage a small textile factory?"
"If I open woolen mills in the world, will there be a tax? Or no tax?"
"Will someone use my name to deceive the public and ruin my reputation?"
These are not non-existent.
But it was accompanied by Ariake Ichi.
Why the reputation of the Ming Dynasty collapsed is because the emperor competed with the people for profit.
Not only did they fight, they also exploited them harder than anyone else.
"What if merchants from all over the world were to build woolen mills?"
"The center collects taxes as usual."
"The Royal Commercial House is responsible for collecting patent fees."
“Use this patent fee to develop more products, and then continue to collect patent fees.”
"Tell me, where can it benefit Ming Dynasty?"
The palace people understand.
The emperor's heart is for the world, not for petty gains.
At the same time, they are quick-thinking and the prospects for the woolen mill are excellent. They have obtained first-hand information. Can they make a fortune?
"My servant is stupid, thank you for your enlightenment!" Dong Ci understood.
"Dong Ci, the Royal Trading Company is not a trading firm that competes with the people for profit, but a trading firm that seeks to benefit the people. Do you understand?"
Zhu Qiyu suddenly said: "Ye Siniang and others who gave the bronze talisman alone will give them a batch when they sell the looms and let them open a factory of their own."
"Also, we will complete the production of 300,000 low-quality sweaters this year. The ten people who made the most will divide the remaining looms into ten parts and give them to them."
This is called a competition mechanism.
"Your Majesty, if you want to complete the production of 300,000 sweaters, I'm afraid you will need a huge number of looms. Can you just give them away?" Dong Ci felt distressed.
"Can't bear to part with it?"
Zhu Qiyu smiled and said: "This is called buying horse bones with a thousand gold, but the benefits will come later."
If the emperor is generous, this industry will flourish.
There are so many people who want to win divine grace.
After understanding the pulse of the emperor, folk creations will naturally surge and become a trend, just like offering auspicious signs to the emperor.
Dong Ci understood: "Your Majesty, does the sweater still need to be optimized?"
"No need. When there are woolen mills everywhere next year, it will be optimized naturally. We don't need to worry about it."
Zhu Qiyu said: "Next year, you go to the people to recruit a group of geeks to study Arabian Nights for me."
Dong Ci didn't understand. What did you mean?
Obviously the emperor didn't want to tell the truth. As soon as Dong Ci came out, Feng Xiao caught up with him and exchanged pleasantries for a while.
Dong Ci delivered a package.
Feng Xiao suddenly laughed, now he is sensible.
There are two pieces inside, both of high quality.
The servants in the Yangxin Palace all looked at the emperor with greedy eyes.
There were beads of sweat on the tip of the emperor's nose, which was obviously hot.
"Sweaters are a good thing. You don't have to be envious. I will give you one the day after tomorrow."
Zhu Qiyu was in a good mood: "In a few days, everyone in the palace will be dressed for the winter."
At this time, King De came in.
"I am here to see you, Your Majesty!" Although King De was young, he was polite and courteous.
Zhu Qiyu was in a good mood: "Get up and sit down."
"I'm so hot that I need to take off my clothes."
Just when he wanted to go to the inner hall to change clothes, he asked King De, "Why do you want to see me?"
"Your Majesty, my father is going to rebel!" King De was still puzzled. It was already cold, so why was the emperor still hot?
Zhu Qiyu's face suddenly darkened: "Did he tell you?"
King De nodded quickly and sold his father directly.
"What a great King of Mobei!"
Zhu Qiyu's eyes flashed coldly: "He didn't say, how to rebel?"
Plop!
But King De knelt on the ground and cried: "Please forgive me, your majesty."
"You are the emperor, and he is Wei Chen's biological father."
"The king, the king, the ministers, the father, the son, the son, the humble minister can only fail to observe filial piety. To sue his biological father is already unfilial!"
"Please, Your Majesty, for the sake of this humble minister, please let me go!"
The acting is not up to par.
You betrayed your father in order to seek wealth.
When I say these words, I want to clarify myself firstly, and secondly, I want to get more rewards.
Zhu Qiyu's face softened slightly: "Prince De, you are a good boy. He is unkind to me. I cannot be unjust to him. After all, he is my biological brother. Don't worry."
King De is waiting, please reward me as soon as possible.
Zhu Qiyu also wanted to let him out of Nangong.
But I am worried whether King De has colluded with Zhu Qizhen to act.
"Passing the decree, Mrs. Wan is crowned Princess of Mobei." Zhu Qiyu reciprocated the favor.
Turn King De into his legitimate son.
But this reward obviously did not meet King De's expectations.
After sending King De away, Zhu Qiyu asked Xu Gan: "What do you think?"
"Your Majesty, King Mobei must be hiding the list. He is delaying it, as if he is waiting for an opportunity." Xu Gan has already seen it.
"What opportunity are you waiting for?"
Zhu Qiyu wanted to order him to enter the palace, but it was not safe now and he didn't want to bother.
"You go and interrogate him. I will get the list tonight."
"Your Majesty..."
Xu Gan wanted to ask if he could be punished.
But Zhu Qiyu glanced at him: "Don't go too far, he is the King of Mobei after all."
Xu Gan understood that he could interrogate, but not torture.
You can use soft violence.
I heard that Fan Qing kept people awake, tortured them crazy, and did anything.
He can also use this method.
"My slave obeys the order!"
Looking at Xu Gan's leaving figure.
Zhu Qiyu wondered, were those maritime merchants Zhu Qizhen was waiting for?
And in Jiangxi, Raozhou Prefecture.
"We're doing it, we're doing it!" Li Yu was very desperate.
His wives, concubines, and children looked at him.
The most ruthless thing about Jin Zhong was to take out a wooden donkey from the torture chamber and let him ride on it.
Jin Zhong waved his fingers.
Li Yu was trembling all over, and he was still riding on the wooden donkey. It was not only painful, but also embarrassing!
"Say it."
A strange smile appeared at the corner of Li Yu's mouth: "In the entire Jiangxi, every one of them is involved! They all deserve to be killed!"
Just know that there is no good person in Jiangxi official circles.
In such a big business, no one can do it alone.
The key point is that Jiangxi is a scary place. The bureaucracy is intricately entangled, and the gentry has a complicated relationship with the bureaucracy. It is an extremely difficult place to control.
He suddenly looked outside the house.
"It's your own fault! It's what you deserve today!"
"Hahaha!"
"Jin Zhong, I want to see how you get out of Jiangxi!" Li Yu smiled sadly, and then slammed into the wall.
Blood covered Li Yu's head, and his family's cries sounded outside the door.
But Jin Zhong couldn't care about him anymore.
Because there were sounds of fighting outside the house.
Someone openly rebelled, no, to be precise, they killed Jin Zhong and Jin Yiwei in Jiangxi!
Destroy the evidence!
Let everything Jin Zhong investigates not reach the central government!
Jin Zhong glanced at the officials in the hall: There are spies here.
From Hu Sui's death to Li Yu's delay.
It's all about giving those people time to prepare.
But how did the news leak out?
"Listen to my orders!"
Jin Zhong remained calm in the face of danger: "Barge the door, control these people, and don't mess up!"
"Death is not terrible, I will die with you!"
"It's your honor!"
Jin Zhong stabilizes people's hearts.
He wants to control the officials in Raozhou Mansion first. These people may be his last trump card.
Whoosh!
There are arrows coming in from outside.
Several fans guarding the gate of the mansion were hit by arrows and screamed in agony.
Jin Zhong observed the government office, where the second line of defense could be set up, and then the third line of defense, trying to delay as much time as possible.
"Admiral, what should we do?" Fanzi had never fought in a war and had never seen such a battle.
"What are you afraid of! What battles have I never seen before?"
Jin Zhong shouted: "Even when the rebels attacked the Forbidden City, I was happy and not afraid. What are you afraid of in this small battle?"
"At worst, I will die. The court will be kind to you and your family, so there is no need to worry about it!"
"Your Majesty is so wise and powerful, he will definitely avenge us!"
Eighty percent of those who can use bows and crossbows are guards.
He was really wrong.
Bows and crossbows have long been distributed among the people, and they are owned by landlords and rich people.
Jin Zhong had fought in the war.
He knew that the top priority was to delay it as long as possible.
If calculated according to the distance of the guard station, it is impossible for the guard station to reach Poyang so quickly.
How did the news leak out?
etc!
Tan Qi!
Jin Zhong slapped his forehead, he was careless and was tricked by Tan Qi.
Jin Zhong glanced at the officials in Raozhou Mansion: "Drive them out and let the arrows outside shoot them to death!"
The officials looked frightened.
There are also their family members here.
Regardless of whether Jin Zhong is loyal or traitorous, all of them will be killed.
"Sir, I am a loyal minister, I am a loyal minister!" Many officials kowtowed and begged for mercy.
"How can there be any loyal ministers in this world?"
"They're just a bunch of idiots who talk sweetly but use swords for their own benefit!"
"Do it!"
Jin Zhong does not care about loyalty or treachery.
He just wanted to see who dared to rebel!
Is this Jiangxi the emperor’s Jiangxi, or the Jiangxi of these rebels!
Some officials wanted to fight with Jin Zhong, but were killed by Jin Yiwei. Some officials were hit by arrows as soon as they reached the middle of the courtyard.
The screams one after another filled the entire government office.
Jin Zhong divided the fanzi into three groups. The first group guarded the palace gate, the second group guarded the yamen, and the third group guarded the inner hall.
He's on the second dial.
Set up all the crossbows and muskets.
"Bring me the map!"
Jin Zhong tried his best to calm down: "Zhang Shan is in Shuanggang. We should find a way to bring Zhang Shan here!"
The only one he can rely on is Zhang Shan.
But how to send the message?
The imperial decree ordered martial law in Jiangxi and city gates.
It was originally a convenience for investigating the case, but now it has become a shackle. The emperor ordered that no one be allowed to leave the city. How could he, Jin Zhong, send people out of the city?
Moreover, who is the strong man outside?
If it were the army, the entire Poyang City would not be able to get out. Even if Zhang Shan came, he would have to attack the city first.
Jin Zhong was desperate.
No wonder those eunuchs said, so what if they knew?
Even Jin Zhong can’t give it away!
These people are really ruthless. They dare to hunt down the Jin Yiwei admiral and eunuch in the government office. They are really lawless.
"Admiral, the gate of the mansion cannot be guarded!" Someone came to report.
It's already dark outside.
"retreat!"
Jin Zhong has no good solution.
Looking at the sky, night falls quietly.
The only way to survive is to survive this night and make plans tomorrow morning.
Boom!
The door of the mansion was burst open, and countless people in black poured in.
He holds a knife in his hand and a crossbow at his waist.
"Admiral, you are not a guard soldier! But you are all a master!"
Because the guardsmen use standard equipment.
The swords and bows and crossbows in the hands of these people are not standard, they are a mess, they have all kinds of things, and there are also fire guns, but they are all old guns, and they have no armor, which means they are not guardsmen.
"Hide the gun. We'll just have one chance. After firing the gun, we'll retreat to the back hall."
Jin Zhong was also nervous.
He had participated in battles, but had never commanded on the battlefield.
The leader of the group looked at the corpses on the ground and was a little stunned.
These people all wore official robes, like officials from Raozhou Prefecture.
Where is Jinyiwei Fanzi?
Seeing that the Yamen was closed, he could only send people to attack.
These people were the Poyang gentry, a ragtag group made up of their own servants.
The leader is Fang Qixin, the second son of the Fang family in Poyang. He specializes in doing business on the river. In fact, he is half businessman and half bandit, and he does everything.
Jin Zhong inside was nervous.
Fang Qixin outside was also nervous.
This is official killing and rebellion.
Once you rebel in this era, you can only live anonymously and live a life without people or ghosts. It is impossible to go to other countries, because foreign countries are barren lands. Do you want to become a savage?
But Jin Yiwei found too much.
There is only one way in front of him, kill the Jin Yiwei without anyone noticing, and then frame him out.
The Hu family has already sent people to do the work of city guard.
To make the Jinyi Guardsman disappear without anyone noticing, everyone in the Raozhou government needs to work together to conceal it.
Bang!
Fang Qixin used his siege weapons to break open the Yamen.
The moment the yamen was broken open.
Boom boom boom!
The sound of firecrackers came and went.
All the servants who rushed at the front fell into a pool of blood.
Jin Zhong has about two hundred fanzi in his hands.
Three rounds of setting off firecrackers.
Six rounds were played.
Then quickly retreated to the back hall.
"The enemy is just a mob!" Jin Zhong confirmed.
When the fire cannon was fired, the enemy was obviously in a daze. It was obvious that he had never been shot by the fire cannon.
But his skills are very strong, which shows that he is in the business of robbing families and homes.
"Admiral, this humble position smells of earth."
"Huh?" Jin Zhong looked at Yan Fang.
Yan Chen whispered back: "People who float on the river all year round will have this earthy smell. They are like river bandits."
"Poyang Lake bandits?"
Jin Zhong's eyes flashed: "If it's a Jiang bandit, we might be able to fight!"
The enemy doesn't have many muskets.
This is the advantage of Jinyiwei.
"Admiral, there are about a thousand enemies. We have killed three to four hundred people. There should be more than eight hundred people."
Yan Fang said: "There are 232 of us. If we really fight, we may not have no chance of winning!"
"How many lead pieces are left?" Jin Zhong asked.
When leaving the capital, the emperor specially equipped Jin Yiwei with fire blunderbuss and prepared enough lead.
Along the way, Jin Yiwei was also practicing fire guns.
"Admiral, there is enough lead, but there are only a few of us and we don't have time to reload!"
Yan Fang smiled bitterly: "If there is still a line of defense, we can eat the enemy!"
"It doesn't matter!"
Jin Zhong sneered: "The Jiang bandits are just rats. As long as we use another round of firepower and build momentum, they will naturally be afraid. Even if they have more soldiers than us, so what? They will definitely collapse!"
The general is the courage of the soldier.
If the general is not afraid, the soldiers will naturally dare to fight.
"Fight!"
On the Poyang city wall, Hu Sui's eldest grandson Hu Kepei was persuading the city guard.
"As long as it goes through, the Hu family is willing to give thousands of families one hundred thousand taels of silver!"
Poyang City Guards is affiliated with Nanchang Zuowei.
Raozhou Prefecture does not have a guard station, and the Nanchang Four Guards are responsible for assisting in defense.
The city guard's name is Feng Yizhen, and he has a thousand households.
Feng Yizhen swallowed his saliva: "One hundred thousand taels?"
"Cash silver!" Hu Kepei said.
"What do you need from me?" Feng Yizhen was moved.
He is a local and only knows the Hu family but not the emperor.
Hu Kepei said with a smile: "I need you to do two things. One is to close the city gate and not allow anyone to enter the city; the other is to lead the troops to suppress the bandits!"
"Do you need me to use troops?" Feng Yizhen hesitated.
Those teams composed of servants, gangsters, and bandits are good at bullying ordinary people, and they are probably not qualified to fight as regular soldiers.
He was worried that if Fang Qixin failed.
We must ask Feng Yizhen to lead the Qianhu Division to send troops. No Jinyi Guards will be left alive, and no news of Jiangxi will be allowed to spread out of Jiangxi!
"Sir, this is just going through the motions. No matter how powerful the Jin Yiwei is, can he be more powerful than Qian Husuo?"
Hu Kepei said with a smile: "I heard that the tiger in your family has not yet been married, and there is still a daughter in the younger generation's family who can match your tiger."
Feng Yizhen was moved.
If he can marry a daughter of the Hu family, and his family is in Raozhou Prefecture in the future, he will also enter the upper class society.
Being a lackey of the gentry is much more prestigious than being a member of a thousand households.
"Sir, did you not deceive me?"
"Of course I don't dare. The daughter of the Hu family is waiting for Feng Qianhu to propose marriage at any time."
The Hu family has always looked down on military officers.
His noble daughter has to get married with the son of officials, or marry Shu Xiangmen.
Married to Feng Yizheng's son is also a helpless choice.
"good!"
Feng Yizheng made a decision: "This officer will send troops and go to the public to suppress the bandits!"
Hu Kepei laughed, and this time was completely ready.
Jin Yiwei must stay at Puyang, at any cost.
During the fever, it was too uncomfortable.
(End of chapter)
