In the royal study.
Prince Zhu Gaochi and young master Yao Guangxiao finally arrived.
Zhu Di showed Xia Yuanji's folding book to the two of them.
After Yao Guangxiao read it, he clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha, if this policy is implemented, it will be beneficial to the country and the people."
Yao Guangxiao looked at the problem from a high perspective. The fact that the court and the people got real results was secondary.
The most important thing is public support.
Judging from past history, when people suffered disasters, they basically had no choice but to resign themselves to their fate.
Many people starved to death before they could wait for the disaster relief food from the court.
Moreover, these disaster relief grains have to be deducted by officials at all levels.
When it reached the people's mouths, there was not much left at all. They had to thank the court to get a bowl of clear porridge with rice grains.
According to the contents of Natsuhara Yoshiko, once implemented, even if it is only half effective in the end, it can save the lives of countless people.
For the court, this can greatly enhance its prestige.
In the future, the number of people rebelling because they cannot survive will also be greatly reduced.
The political power is stable and the people's hearts are towards the court.
These are the real benefits.
On the side, Zhu Gaochi's expression changed several times.
Zhu Di looked a little unhappy and asked in a deep voice: "Prince, after reading Xia Yuanji's excerpts, what do you think?"
"Father, Xia Yuanji's idea is very good, but...if we really want to do this, will the imperial court's finances be able to support it?" Zhu Gaochi considered it for a moment and said.
"Are you worried about money?"
"Everyone in the court says that you, the prince, are kind and generous. I don't think you are worthy of your name."
"If this policy is implemented, it can save countless lives."
"Why, in your opinion, saving people's lives is not worth the extra money the court spends?"
Zhu Di was full of yin and yang anger.
Zhu Gaochi's face turned red with anger.
"Father, how can you say such things to my son?"
"In your eyes, do you think I am the kind of person who doesn't care about the life and death of the people?"
"I am just worried. After this policy is implemented, if it is stopped due to financial problems, it will be a big blow to the prestige of the court, and the people will inevitably not resent the court."
"If that's the case, it's better not to do it in the first place!"
Zhu Gaochi quickly explained.
"I hope what you are thinking is what you said." Zhu Di said.
"Father, don't you trust me?" Zhu Gaochi asked anxiously.
"It's nothing!" Zhu Di denied, he just wanted to suppress the prince.
"As for the issue you mentioned about the insufficient finances of the imperial court, it is not a big deal."
"Now the imperial court's annual fiscal revenue has more than doubled compared to the first year of Yongle."
"Not to mention that there will be wealth from Japan in the future."
"As long as the plan is reasonable, there will be no financial problems."
Zhu Di said with confidence.
Of course, he had another plan that he hadn't revealed yet.
Every time disaster relief is completed in a place, a group of corrupt officials are cleared out and a wave of blood is returned.
This creates a virtuous cycle.
"In that case, I won't say anything more," Zhu Gaochi said.
"Now, think about it together, what loopholes will there be if this strategy is implemented."
In the following time, the three of them began to check and fill in the gaps together.
Unknowingly, two hours passed.
A policy that benefits the country and the people was also perfected under the discussion of the three.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zhu Di sent Zhu Gaochi and Yao Guangxiao away.
There was no intention of leaving them to eat.
Yao Guangxiao didn't care about this, obviously knowing Zhu Di's stinginess.
However, Zhu Gaochi felt a little aggrieved.
He works so hard that he can't even get a meal, so forget it. Dad still doesn't trust himself and feels that he doesn't care about the lives of the people.
It’s too difficult to be the prince.
As soon as he returned to the East Palace, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and he couldn't help crying.
When young Zhu Zhanji saw this, he also became concerned about his father.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
"What happened?"
Hearing his son's concern, Zhu Gaochi hugged his son and started crying.
"Son, it's too difficult for me to be the prince."
Then he talked about what happened today.
First he suspected that his benevolence and righteousness were fake, and then he made himself work for a whole afternoon. In the end, he couldn't even make a living.
At the end of the day, I still feel weird.
After saying that, Zhu Gaochi felt aggrieved again.
"Son, I'm so tired, but your grandpa still doesn't trust me."
"I don't deserve to be this prince. I love whoever I want!"
"Our family is going back to Shuntian."
Zhu Zhanji felt tired for a while, but now he could only comfort his father with "kind words".
"Dad, grandpa, how could he do this? I'll go find grandma and uncle and let them make the decision for you."
"Hey, hey, don't go."
"Why, you are like this."
"Your grandpa already dislikes me. If you go to your grandma and great uncle again, it will only make your grandpa angrier."
"In the end, it's me who suffers."
"Dad, you... ugh~"
Zhu Zhanji felt angry and hated his father.
The bullying has gone to the head, why should you endure it?
The youth is full of energy and blood.
"Okay dad, why don't I go?" Zhu Zhanji hugged his dad's fat body and patted his shoulder gently. (can’t reach back)
"Yeah." Zhu Gaochi hummed.
Feel the empty stomach.
Then he blinked again and looked at his son: "Son, daddy is hungry. You go to the dining room to get daddy something to eat."
Zhu Zhanji was convinced. He didn't forget to eat at this time. He was really big-hearted. He was really not afraid that he would not be able to keep his position as prince?
But who wants this to be his father? No matter how aggrieved he is, he has to endure it.
"Okay, I'll go right away. You go in and rest for a while."
Zhu Zhanji helped his father into the room, and then went to the dining room to order the meals to be prepared.
Soon, Zhu Zhanji saw that his father's mouth was full of oil, but he couldn't eat any more.
He didn't understand how his father could be so big-hearted.
"Dad, I'm full. Eat slowly." He stood up and said.
Hearing this, Zhu Gaochi raised his eyes and glanced at his son, as if he could see what his son was thinking.
Reminder: "Just stay at home and don't run around."
"I know." Zhu Zhanji waved his hands and said absently.
"You kid..." Zhu Gaochi said, and then he devoted himself to the food in front of him.
Zhu Zhanji felt depressed and just walked in the yard to relax.
But as I walked, I actually walked out of the East Palace.
When he came back to his senses, he found that he was not far away from the Changping Marquis Mansion.
"Forget it, now that we're out, let's go find our great uncle!"
Zhu Zhanji thought to himself, and stepped faster. After turning a street, the plaque of Changping Marquis Mansion came into view.
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