"Okay!" Zhu Jianshen slammed the table and shouted:
"Then follow this plan!"
"It just so happens that the three major battalions have just returned from the border. If there are any troublemakers, let's try our hand at them!"
The decision was made, and the ministers naturally left one after another, but Yu Qian stayed. He still had something to say to Emperor Chenghua.
At this time, his beard was gray, his figure was old, his face was full of wrinkles, and from time to time, he could still be heard coughing.
The ministers in the cabinet are all young, and Yu Qian is the oldest among them. From the Yongle Dynasty to today, he can be said to have witnessed the ups and downs of several generations of emperors in the Ming Dynasty.
Of course, he can live better than them all.
After cupping his hands, Yu Qian's voice was a little soft:
"Your Majesty, I am already seventy years old and suffering from illness. I am really worried that I will not be able to bear the important responsibility of being the chief minister... Your Majesty, I am afraid that it is time for me to retire. I ask your Majesty to allow me to return to my hometown to take care of myself. Year."
Originally, he planned to work for a few more years and do his best for the Ming Dynasty, but he might die in this position of chief assistant. However, when he saw Yan Jingxiu's impassioned attitude among his ministers, he knew that he could finally serve with peace of mind.
There are successors, no regrets!
Zhu Jianshen was silent for a moment. Although it was not as if there were no ministers who were still serving in the court in their seventies or eighties, he glanced at Yu Qian's old appearance, who still coughed from time to time, and knew that the other party could no longer support himself.
"Who do you think can take over your position as first assistant?"
he asked.
"I think that perhaps Mr. Yan, the scholar of Jinshen Palace, is more suitable to serve as the chief minister of the cabinet. Mr. Peng is certainly a good minister of the country, but he lacks some contingency strategies and is more conventional..." Yu Qian said softly.
Zhu Jianshen nodded slowly. He recognized the vision of Yu Qian as a courtier, and Yan Jingxiu's performance just now also made his eyes light up.
In the sixth year of Chenghua, the seventy-two-year-old Yu Qian officially became an official. In his place, Yan Jingxiu was appointed as the chief assistant of the cabinet, the bachelor of Huagaidian, and the head of the outer court.
As the central government's decision was made, Xiang Zhong was ordered to lead his army south. More than 30,000 soldiers were drawn from the three major battalions, and the local guards were gathered, totaling more than 70,000 people. They marched into Jingxiang in a mighty manner, and Yuanjie, the censor of the capital, took the dispatched personnel to take charge of matters related to stabilizing the refugees.
Facts have proved that Yan Jingxiu's strategy of "bringing the army" was correct. The refugees from Jingxiang area have been gathering here for quite a long time. The local people have already formed a situation of law of the jungle. Whoever is stronger is the rule. And the bright swords of the Ming army told them that the current rules were those of the Ming Dynasty.
In front of 70,000 soldiers, no matter what bullies or gangsters they were, they all obeyed the orders obediently.
Of course, there were also those who were dissatisfied. For example, Li Yuan, a remnant of the previous Jingxiang bandits, was unwilling to obey the court's call. He raised troops locally to try to resist.
However, no one was willing to support him. After all, the people who came here were originally just asking for a bite to eat. Now that the officials from the imperial court are here to allow them to cultivate land and re-establish order in this chaotic land, it is too late for them to be happy. Woolen cloth!
In the original history, when Li Yuan gathered millions of troops, it seemed that he was very aggressive. However, Xiang Zhong, who suppressed the rebellion, ordered his men to enter the mountains and forests with orders to appease. Immediately, 400,000 people laid down their weapons. "It can be seen that except for the core tens of thousands, the rest are just ordinary people who cannot survive.
And what about the Ming army? They had just returned from the frontier. They were troops who had experienced the baptism of blood and fire. These refugees were far inferior to the Oara and Tatars on the frontier.
Li Yuan's uprising lasted only a few days and was easily put down by the Ming army. Li Yuan's fate was also seen by other interested people, and no one dared to cause trouble again.
This allowed Yuan Jie's various arrangements to go smoothly.
He first repatriated the people who were willing to return to their hometowns, paid them travel expenses and food for next spring farming, and allocated land to them locally; while the remaining people who were unwilling to leave settled in place and helped them to return to their hometowns. Household registration.
Many people had been forced to run into the mountains and rely on hunting for a living due to being ostracized and oppressed by bullies. He sent people into the mountains to spread the word, saying that the imperial court had sent troops to garrison here to ensure their safety. They will be given land for farming, and they will be lured out of the mountains and forests at once.
After all, owning a piece of land has been the dream of all farmers in the Chinese dynasty for thousands of years!
Yuan Jie also selected able-bodied people from among the people to serve as garrison guards and officials. Those who had bad deeds also received the punishment they deserved after the people reported them.
He set up prefectures and counties in the area, built cities, divided the land, and brought long-lost order to Jingxiang.
By the eighth year of Chenghua, the two million refugees in Jingxiang had been converted into Ming people who lived and worked in peace and contentment. The wealthy Jingxiang also began to pay considerable taxes to the Ming Dynasty, enriching the Ming Dynasty's treasury.
Zhu Jianshen named this newly established mansion for
Xunyang Mansion.
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The establishment of Xunyang Mansion prevented the Ming Dynasty's huge powder keg in Jingxiang from exploding, and also allowed the many refugees accumulated six years ago in Chenghua to be properly resettled. This is of course Yuan Jie's contribution, but he proposed a solution Yan Jingxiu also contributed a lot.
At this time, he had officially become the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty. This political achievement made him even more powerful and won the support of many courtiers.
It took him decades to finally reach the pinnacle of power, and now he can realize his ambition.
And Yan Ling, invisible to everyone, is also constantly expanding his power.
In the past three years, Beizhili, Shandong and Henan have been filled with intelligence agency personnel under him. They continuously deliver intelligence to the central Chen Guogong Mansion and act as his eyes and ears.
Not to mention in the capital, where Jin Yiwei and Dongchang couldn't see, members of the Hidden Dragon dressed in black were hiding.
At this time, Yan Ling dared to say that he had completely controlled Chen Guogong's house. Even if he encountered a rebellious and disobedient head of the family again, he would not be able to make trouble.
However, the rebellious head of the family...
"Zu, look at my calligraphy."
The six-year-old child ran up to Yan Ling and happily raised the rice paper in his hand.
Not far away, there was an eight-year-old child writing furiously. Seeing this child running to show, he seemed even more panicked and moved his hands a little faster.
After a while, he also completed his work, but the last few words were crooked. It was obvious that he was in a hurry and his writing style was messed up.
Yan Ling smiled softly.
He was raised by himself since he was a child and has the same affection as his father and son.
How could you be rebellious?
He stretched out his hand to cover Yan Yuan's hand, held the brush with his tender little hand, and dropped ink on the white paper:
"Wrong, this word should be written like this..."
One stroke, one stroke.
The seven years of the Ming Dynasty slipped away quietly in the long journey.
(End of chapter)
