Even if you are the Hongwu Emperor who founded the Ming Dynasty, you would not change your attitude so quickly!
Are you doing this magic trick?
Zhan Hui and others felt the emperor's unabashed expression change, and couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.
Zhu Yunxi quickly walked into the side hall from the outside, holding the things he had sorted out in his arms.
He glanced at Zhan Hui and others who were kneeling on the ground. They came to the old man with some confusion and bowed in a polite manner.
"Grandson meets grandpa."
Zhu Yuanzhang hurriedly waved: "Sit down quickly and talk to grandpa. Is there anything you want grandpa to do for you?"
If a father's love is said to be like a mountain.
Zhu Yunxi just wanted to say one more thing, my love is like the sea.
He smiled awkwardly and looked at Zhan Hui and others who were kneeling on the ground.
Only then did Zhu Yuanzhang react, snorted coldly, and handed the memorial that Jin Yiwei had copied to Zhu Yunxi.
Zhu Yunxi put down the memorials and things he brought and picked up the memorial handed over by the old man.
After just a brief glance at it, he already understood it in his heart.
He immediately persuaded with a smile on his face: "Grandpa, you can't take what these prisoners did and leave it to Zhan Shangshu and the others. If Zhan Shangshu and the others are like these prisoners, grandpa, can you still keep them here? "
Zhan Hui and others who were kneeling on the ground suddenly shouted in their hearts, the emperor is so wise!
Zhu Yuanzhang hummed reluctantly: "If they are like this, we will ask Jiang Wei to kill them now!"
After scolding, Zhu Yuanzhang glared at Zhan Hui and others: "Why are you still kneeling down? The emperor's grandson is interceding for you, why don't you all get up."
Zhan Hui and others were relieved and hurriedly stood up with their hands raised: "I thank you, Your Majesty, and thank the great grandson of the emperor."
Zhu Yunxi smiled implicitly and looked at the ministers who had been tortured psychologically by the old man for a while.
Zhu Yuanzhang pointed to the memorial in his hand.
"Now that your fourth uncle has just won the Northern Campaign, the imperial court has not issued a decree to reward the three armies. Take this memorial back, go back and discuss it with Xie Jin and the three of them, and come up with a charter."
Zhu Yunxi nodded in agreement and held out the memorial.
Jie Jin, who had been waiting aside, hurriedly stepped forward to take the memorial, and then stepped back to two good friends, Xia Yuanji and Tie Xuan.
Zhu Yuanzhang had already picked up several different types of stamps and commercial stamps that Zhu Yunxi had placed on the table, and placed them in front of his eyes for observation.
After a long time, Zhu Yuanzhang didn't see what the use of this thing was.
He had no choice but to look at Zhu Yunxi helplessly: "My dear grandson, is this what you want grandpa to do today?"
As he said that, Zhu Yuanzhang showed an expression as if he was waiting for your boy to explain.
Zhan Hui and others on the side quietly stood on tiptoe and stretched their heads to look at the stamps held by the emperor.
Zhu Yunxi smiled and explained: "Grandpa's Wanshou Festival this year, isn't it left to my grandson to handle? If my grandson doesn't make some money, I'm afraid the inner treasury will be blocking my grandson every day."
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes lit up when he heard the explanation, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Can this thing also make money?"
Following the emperor was the prince, who was basking in the sun and looked over curiously.
Zhan Hui and others also looked puzzled, wondering how they could make money from those pieces of paper.
Zhu Yunxi was not in a hurry, and held the memorial he brought in front of the old man with both hands: "The details have been sorted out by my grandson. Please ask grandpa to review them."
Zhu Yuanzhang hummed, put down the stamps, took out the memorial and started reading.
Zhu Yunxi spoke softly and explained from the side.
"My grandson plans to start from my post station on the official road of Ming Dynasty this time."
Goodbye King Chuang!
Bye now!
Let's help you find an iron job that will ensure you never get laid off. Don't waste your reputation as a king anymore.
Zhu Yunxi silently grumbled in his heart and continued to explain to everyone.
"Most of the post stations along the official roads of the Ming Dynasty are built spaciously and occupy a very large area. But on weekdays, in addition to the exchanges of officials from the DPRK and the Central Government and the rest of the troops and horses, there are only memorials between the imperial court and local places."
"Most of the time, the post stations along the way are vacant. After all, the court still has to provide the money and food to the post station officials. Isn't this a waste of money, food and manpower?"
Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but nodded while reading the memorial and listening to Zhu Yunxi's explanation.
The prince, who seemed to have his own light when basking in the sun, also nodded silently.
Zhan Hui then said: "Emperor Grandson, the post station is for officials from the DPRK and China to communicate and submit memorials. What's more important is that our Ming Dynasty has a vast territory. Whenever there is a war, this post station can always bring the most powerful people from the DPRK and China. We will quickly learn about the war situation on the border and make adjustments and support."
He was implicitly reminding Zhu Yunxi not to tamper with the station, otherwise it would be very harmful.
Zhu Yunxi smiled and said: "Grandpa, my grandson knows how important the post stations are to the imperial court in military matters. So my grandson is just thinking about whether these inns can also serve me if they are not busy on weekdays. By sending letters to the people of the Ming Dynasty, it can also solve the dilemma of missing their families but having no choice but to do anything."
"Moreover, these inns occupy a large area, and there are probably not many officials coming and going every day. Those vacant houses can be used by merchants on the official road. As for ordinary people, they can also have a woodshed. , to avoid enduring hunger and cold outside.”
"Also, if the goods carried by merchants are not in a hurry to sell when they arrive, or if they are in danger on the way, they can also be stored in the post stations. In this way, the post stations on both sides of the official road can be regarded as fully used. It won’t be wasted in vain.”
Zhu Yuanzhang put down the memorial in his hand and looked at Zhan Hui and others: "What do you think of this statement?"
Zhan Hui and the others looked at each other, thinking deeply in their hearts.
Later, it was Ru Yu, Minister of the Ministry of War, who spoke: "I am just worried that if the post is allowed to be used by merchants and ordinary people, it will delay the military affairs of the DPRK and China."
Zhu Yunxi immediately replied: "To deliver letters to the people, you only need to appoint a fixed number of people and then take turns. As long as enough people are left at each post station to prepare for the needs of the court."
"As for accommodation, the same principle applies. We always have to leave a few rooms to prevent officials from the DPRK and China from using them urgently."
"As long as the government sets the rules, there will be no trouble."
Ru Yun nodded: "The emperor's grandson said that there should be a dedicated person to deliver letters to the people, and there should also be rooms for officials in the court and central government. From this point of view, it is a feasible move."
Zhao Mian, the Minister of Household Affairs, also spoke at this time: "It's just that the emperor's grandson mentioned that he wants to earn money and food through the post station. I wonder what the emperor's grandson will do?"
When money was mentioned, all the monarchs and ministers in the side hall looked at Zhu Yunxi at the same time.
Not delaying the court's military affairs, but also getting things done and making money for the court, it is naturally a good thing for you, me and everyone.
But if it delays the official business of the court and makes no money, then this matter can be vetoed now.
Zhu Yunxi had already made preparations. He picked up the stamps on the table and brought them to the old man.
Zhan Hui and others bowed forward and took a few.
Zhu Yunxi said: "Confucius said: 'Virtue is popular and orders are spread faster than the postage. My grandson followed this and made this stamp."
"Stamps?" Zhu Yuanzhang looked curious.
Zhu Yunxi nodded: "It's just stamps. The government can make these stamps in advance and then sell them to the people. After the people buy them back, they only need to put the stamps on the letters and write down where to send the letters. Finally, Just leave it to the inn."
As he spoke, he handed the residence ticket and deposit ticket to the old man: "There are also these. As long as I, the merchant of the Ming Dynasty, buy back the ticket and give it to the inn when I use it. In this way, the court sells various tickets and collects money Money can be used when the station is idle, so that there is less waste. It will benefit the country and the people."
Zhan Hui and others had already looked at the emperor at this time.
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were as bright as fire. After careful consideration, he nodded slowly under Zhu Yunxi's expectant gaze.
"As long as it does not affect the use of the DPRK and China, we have no objection to the implementation of this method at the post station."
Hearing this, Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but feel relieved.
But the old man's words continued to reach his ears: "How do you plan to price these stamps and other items? If the price is too high, ordinary people may not be able to use it to send letters. But if the price is too low, the court will not make much money. , isn’t it all in vain?”
"How much money can ordinary people have?" Zhu Yunxi said without thinking.
Under everyone's doubtful gaze.
He smiled and said: "The reason why my grandson got this stamp is just to facilitate the communication between family members and friends of the people of Ming Dynasty. If the court does a good job, it will be a benevolent policy of grandpa and benefit the people."
When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this explanation, he immediately blinked and looked at Zhan Hui and others.
Then he laughed loudly, pointed at Zhu Yunxi and yelled: "This boy knows how to implement benevolent policies for us."
Zhan Hui and others immediately bowed and said: "The emperor's grandson has the people in his heart, earns money for the court, and does not forget to solve the problems that are difficult for the people to communicate with their relatives and friends. This is truly kind."
With a smile on his face, Zhu Yuanzhang affirmed to Zhu Yunxi: "Even if you still care about the people, even for this reason, we can't veto this matter. If you continue to talk about it, how will you replace the benevolent government you have earned for us?" Let’s make money.”
The atmosphere in the side hall couldn't help but become relaxed and happy.
Who can refuse such a thing that brings fame and money at the same time?
Zhu Yunxi hummed: "The reason for making money is naturally from those merchants. They have to live in the inn and store their goods in the inn, so the money must be more expensive than these stamps."
As he spoke, he turned his attention to the stamps again.
"Moreover, according to my grandson's idea, even these stamps can be transferred from those merchants to money. They can even earn more than the accommodation and inventory provided by the inn!"
Zhu Yuanzhang and others kept nodding.
The imperial court did not need to collect as many inns for merchants to stay and store goods as there were restaurants and hotels in the city, but it would not be less.
It's just that stamps can also make a lot of money, but they didn't expect it.
Isn't this clearly a benevolent policy that aims to benefit the people?
Zhao Mian, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, has been very angry recently. When he heard that he could make a lot of money, he immediately said expectantly: "Please ask the emperor's grandson to explain how you can make a lot of money with this stamp."
Zhu Yunxi picked up a stamp in a hurry.
Point to the empty space above.
"Grandpa, have you ever seen that there are no pictures on these stamps and there are blank spaces?"
Everyone nodded.
Zhu Yunxi raised his lips and looked at everyone: "If these blank spaces are printed with grandpa's calligraphy, and then made more exquisite, and finally the quantity is limited. Do you think those merchants will pay a high price to buy them?"
