Farming is a lifelong career that was pursued by the largest population in the Ming Dynasty.
Farm, study, take the imperial examination and become an official, get promoted and make a fortune, buy land, and let people farm for you. This is the lifelong pursuit of Confucian civil servants who studied for the imperial examination.
When these people own enough fields, they will be separated from production, and their descendants will also be separated from production, forming one exploitative interest group after another.
Put yourself first, then the country.
This is a secret that everyone knows but will not be made public.
And most people will only stay at home first.
As for the country? Ming Dynasty?
Zhu Yunxi had a gloomy look on his face and sneered: "I remember the snow disaster in Zhejiang Province in the winter of the 24th year of Hongwu. Then the imperial court piloted the practice of allotment into acres in Zhejiang Province. At the end of the year, Zhejiang Province received three million yuan in grain in summer and autumn taxes. Taxes such as taxes and commercial taxes amounted to millions. Nowadays, there are gifts every year, but it does not make the people cry, and families gradually have food, new clothes, and firewood."
Zhejiang Road has done very well in the past two years, which is obvious to all inside and outside the government. In the past two years, due to the conquest of Jiaozhi Road and the construction of Changhua Port, Qiantang Port has also expanded several times. Every day, it not only handles goods shipped from Jiaozhi Road, but also the entire southeast of Guangxi, Guangdong, Yunnan, etc. Several lanes of goods.
Even many overseas merchants from the West came. They not only come to Longwan Wharf outside Yingtian City, but also go to Qiantang Port to unload goods.
But at this time, when Zhu Yunxi mentioned the matter of Zhejiang Road, the faces of the civil servants present became tense.
The officials' eyes began to look a little dishonest.
The emperor's grandson brought up old matters at this time, which was obviously referring to current matters.
I'm afraid, the next step is to illustrate the country's long-standing shortcomings.
There was a slight cough in the hall.
Zhu Yunxi turned the white jade wrench, and there was already a groove on it caused by practicing bow stringing.
He looked at the humerus in front of him.
"The Ming Dynasty is very big. This sentence has been mentioned many times in many places."
It was already mentioned in the East Palace Academy in the 24th year of Hongwu.
Zhai Shan and others were thinking silently.
Those things were finally revealed slowly over the past two years, and they were no secret.
Zhu Yunxi continued: "But the Ming Dynasty is so big, why do people always have enough to eat and wear warm clothes whenever there is a natural disaster, and even end up in a situation where their wives and children are separated? Sirs, have you ever thought about it?"
Thought about it.
I just can’t say it!
In the Wenyuan Pavilion, which was warmed by burning incense charcoal, the officials' heads lowered, and no one dared to speak at this time.
Not only did they think about it, but they deeply guided why.
Zhu Yunxi sneered: "Everyone says that times make heroes. Ever since Chen defeated Wu Guang, princes, generals, and ministers have had the guts to be at peace with each other. This kind of statement has become popular all over the world. But what is the situation now? It's just that the court is incompetent and the people can't have enough to eat. .Since we can’t even have enough to eat, rebellion is not an unforgivable thing.”
In the hall, Zhu Yunxi's voice was very calm, without any waves or anger, as if he was just telling a very ordinary thing.
However, the officials became more and more restless, with a ray of light on their backs.
Since they could no longer sit still, the officials hid the sweat on their foreheads and knelt on the ground.
"I am incompetent."
"I await the death penalty."
Zhu Yunxi straightened his upper body, then put his hands on his knees, leaned forward, and looked down at the officials.
"You are not at fault. You have done a good job. It is Gu's fault, it is my Zhu family's fault, and it is God's fault."
Zhai Shan and others suddenly raised their heads, with panic on their faces and trembling eyes.
"Your Majesty, wait..."
"No need to explain!" Zhu Yunxi finally raised his voice slightly: "You, the people, all think so."
“If the Han Dynasty is governed by inaction, then the world’s warehouses will be overstocked, money will rot and grains will be infested with insects.
In the Tang Dynasty, Zhenguan's literary and martial arts opened up the territory of the Central Plains, so all the beggars in the Central Plains were not subject to the favor of foreigners.
The Song Dynasty and the scholars shared the world, and the trade routes were vast, accounting for half of the country. Even after the Liao and Xixia were destroyed, there was still a state of Zuo. "
There was a touch of contempt on the corner of Zhu Yunxi's mouth: "There are merits and demerits. The king and his ministers are distracted. Who has the merit and who has the fault?"
In Wenyuan Pavilion, three-legged lotus petals sit on the mountain charcoal stove, which is burning even more prosperously.
However, the officials were feeling cold all over and sweating on their backs.
"I will die, but I will never let your father suffer. Your father authorized me, but the disasters in the world are all due to my incompetence."
In the hall, apart from the officials' pleas of apology, there was silence. The only sound of snow falling to the ground outside the window was heard.
Jie Jin, who stood aside holding the memorial in his hand, nodded silently.
The emperor's grandson became increasingly different.
Zhu Yunxi's eyes were as deep as ink and he said: "The merits and demerits are not yours to say, nor are you alone to say them. They are left to Zhaozhao Qingshi to say. What future generations say will all be said today. I cannot control the mouths of future generations. But now that I am in charge of overseeing the country for the Holy Emperor, I cannot allow future generations to humiliate the Holy Emperor!"
When the officials heard this, they suddenly breathed a sigh of relief silently.
Although the words of the emperor's grandson became more and more harsh, the most terrible thing was that he did not mention his purpose and requirements.
But now, as long as you can put forward your goals and requirements, it won't be a problem.
Zhai Shan raised his head, with a solemn face, and spoke on behalf of the civil servants: "I, as I eat the emperor's salary, should share your worries for the emperor. Although the snow is heavy this winter, but the court is united and united, God will surely know and protect me. To the people of the dynasty, the king and father govern with benevolence."
Zhu Yunxi snorted: "You are all people who have witnessed the Ming Dynasty from its inception to the present, and I will give you this dignity today.
The imperial court needs a single heart. I don’t need to teach you where to put this heart.
You are the foundation of my Zhu family's society, and the common people are also the root of my family's society. My family does not want to be a duckweed without roots, and no one should try to do that.
The local government, officials, gentry, merchants, and the common people must have a balance and do not lose the big because of the small.
When you went back today, you also warned your family not to interfere in things that should not be touched. One hundred thousand troops from Beijing are now deployed in various places. They are the swords in my family's hands.
But I want to tell you that this knife is no longer in my hands. Where the knife edge falls depends entirely on whether you want this dignity! "
Jie Jin lowered his head and closed his eyes.
Yu Xin, Wang Jun and others were all weak, while Ren Hengtai, Ru Yu and others shouted in their hearts, leaving Zhai Shan with wide eyes staring at the suddenly murderous emperor's grandson.
You know that using the Beijing army is not that simple!
From the beginning, this incident was not to relieve Xueqing, nor was it to suppress the power of civil servants in the court.
From the beginning, this thing was all about killing people!
The sword that the Beijing army held in the hands of the royal family has now left the capital, but how has this sword ever left its hand? Where it ends up depends entirely on what the person holding the knife thinks.
After beating.
Zhu Yunxi nodded, leaned back, and looked out the light-transmitting window: "Let's all go home early. The snow is heavy, so walk slower."
The officials looked at each other, and finally suppressed their uneasiness, carefully stood up, bowed their heads and retreated silently.
When the palace door was opened, the wind and snow outside the palace filled the air.
Zhu Yunxi had leaned back on the armchair and closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep due to the hard work of state affairs, but there was a sound in his throat.
"Grandpa Huang said that my family started from the common people."
"The Beijing army can move, and the pro-army can also move."
"Everyone,"
"Walk slowly..."
The officials who had just retreated to the palace gate and turned around couldn't help but feel as if their legs were filled with lead and their limbs were stiff when they heard the words coming from behind.
The emperor's grandson was right.
He has given everyone a decent choice. If they don't want dignity, everyone knows what will happen.
The left and right are just one example in the line of numbers in the clear history mentioned by the emperor's grandson. No one will pay attention or pity, and if he dies, he will die.
The officials walked out of Wenyuan Pavilion in a daze.
When the last official of the Six Books and Three Laws Division walked out of the palace, the sound of the palace servant closing the palace door came from behind.
Zhai Shan put his hands in his sleeves and stood on the corridor in front of the palace door, looking up at the gloomy sky with non-stop snowfall.
"Everyone, what does His Highness mean by what he said today?" Wang Jun saw several ministers stopped in the corridor, he frowned and asked in a low voice, not forgetting to carefully glance back at the closed palace door.
Yu Xin let out a long sigh: "This winter is going to be very eventful! You should just be diligent in national affairs."
Ru Yu glanced sideways at Yu Xin and hummed: "Everyone, my wife stewed a pot of meat this morning and is waiting for me to come home. I'll take my leave."
After saying that, Ru Rui waved her sleeves and made a flower roll, lowered her head and submerged into the wind and snow.
Wang Jun opened his mouth and looked at Ru Yu's back hidden in the snow: "Ignoring the department's affairs?"
Ren Hengtai glanced sideways at Wang Jun, and then looked at Zhai Shan: "Zhai Shangshu, I also want to ask you for leave. I also want to go home today."
Zhai Shan is the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, in charge of official personnel inside and outside the court.
Although Ren Hengtai didn't need to ask for leave from him, he still responded: "Shang Shu Ren, walk slowly, the road is slippery in the snow, so be careful."
Ren Hengtai nodded, cupped his hands, and disappeared into the snow like Ru Ru.
Wang Jun stretched out his hand, but saw Zhai Shan walking past without saying a word.
When only Yu Xin was left in front of the palace gate, Wang Jun finally couldn't help it anymore: "I understand what happened in the palace, but what do they mean?"
Yu Xin looked at Wang Jun with a smile on his face. He cupped his hands under the surprised look of the other person and smiled slightly: "Wang Shangshu, I have to go home too. Some of my nephews are quite naughty on weekdays. It's snowing heavily today. Come and have some free time." It’s okay, I will definitely go home and teach these idiots a lesson!”
After Yu Xin finished speaking, he ignored the confusion on Wang Jun's face and got into the snow with a few quick steps.
Finally, Wang Jun was the only one left outside Wenyuan Pavilion.
He looked around, stamped his feet with a gloomy look on his face, put his hands in his hands, crooked his mouth and hid in the snow with a groan.
…
"Your Highness, they are all gone."
"The six ministers are not going to the ministry today. They all want to go home."
"Yu Shangshu finally said that he would go home and teach his nephews a lesson, and Wang Shangshu was the last to leave."
In Wenyuan Pavilion, Yutian, the eunuch in charge of Taisun Mansion, stood humbly in front of Zhu Yunxi, who had his eyes closed, and whispered about everything that had just happened outside the palace door.
Jie Jin stood aside, his brows getting tighter.
The grandson was obviously in the palace, and those people would not have forgotten this, but they were saying these words outside the palace gate.
Now, Taisun seemed to have no intention of reprimanding these officials who skipped work.
It's hard to understand.
Xie Jin sighed in his heart, and suddenly felt that it would be easier for him to build roads and become a saint.
Yutian still lowered his head and bent over, and carefully raised his head to glance at the emperor's grandson.
"Remember, there are no fools in the Ming Dynasty. Officials always know what to say and what not to say, and they also know when and where to say what should be said."
Zhu Yunxi opened his eyes silently, glanced at Yutian who was still dazed, and coughed lightly.
Yu Tian immediately lowered his head, his posture became more and more respectful: "I understand, this slave."
Zhu Yunxi hummed twice and turned to look at Xie Jin: "Come with me to Chaoyang Gate."
Xie Jin paused for a moment, and then remembered that Xiping Hou Muying was leading the troops at Chaoyang Gate.
Xie Jin nodded to express his understanding. Yutian had already walked to the palace door and opened it.
outside room.
The snow is always pure white and represents a beautiful meaning most of the time.
But when it snows for days and months, it’s not a good thing.
Every time Zhu Yunxi stepped on the ground, he would make a sizzling sound.
He looked up to the sky, a worried look on his face.
This kind of action is the subconscious habit of most court officials, including him, recently.
It seems that everyone hopes that the dark clouds above their heads will disperse as soon as possible and see the long-lost sunshine, but every time they will lower their heads in disappointment.
"Have all the Beijing troops leaving Beijing arrived at their designated positions?" Zhu Yunxi asked in a low voice, listening to the tired sound of snow under his feet.
Xie Jin turned his head: "Except for the Beijing troops who just left Beijing for Hangzhou, all of them have arrived at various places according to the plan."
Zhu Yunxi nodded, but his brows never relaxed: "Since there are gossips in Yingtian Mansion now, it can be inferred that the local voices will only become more unpleasant."
Jie Jin hesitated and said in a low voice: "So, they were talking outside Wenyuan Pavilion today, actually..."
"They are just expressing their position." Zhu Yunxi's eyes were dark: "It's best for them to have this dignity, and they have to ask for it if they don't want it. The pro-army can also move, and I didn't say where they will move. The Jinyi Guards are also pro-army."
Xie Jin couldn't help but tremble, he folded his arms and tightened the clothes on his chest with both hands. He only felt that it was colder today.
When the two of them left the Hongwu Gate, they saw that the Chaoyang Gate was already in front of them. Even in the snowy season, there were still countless officers and soldiers standing proudly on the city wall, like the pines and cypresses on the top of the mountain.
It was just a flying fish suit, but it blocked Zhu Yunxi's footsteps in front of Hongwu Gate.
"Your Highness, Zhang Baihu has arrested someone and is currently being interrogated in prison."
Zhu Yunxi raised his brows, looked at the person who came, and recognized that the person was a subordinate of Zhang Hui, a member of the Jinyiwei Baihu, and he already knew what he was talking about.
He immediately turned to look at Jie Jin: "Would you like to hear what kind of silverfish there are in our Ming Dynasty, and how do they attach themselves to the Ming Dynasty and suck the flesh and blood of the people?"
Jie Jin shook his shoulders to shake off the snow, and tilted his head: "I won't go... There have been some problems at the newspaper office recently due to the snow conditions, and I have to go over to deal with it."
Zhu Yunxi smiled: "In that case, you shouldn't go."
Xie Jin was very happy when he got the answer. Who knows about Zhang Hui, a householder in Fusi, Jinyiweibei Town? Recently, this person has received sharply polarized evaluations in the DPRK and China.
The courtiers wanted to kill him, but the Taiyuan Hospital praised him so much that regardless of Zhang Hui's status as a jackal in the Imperial Guard, they still said that he was the closest friend of the Taiyuan Hospital.
For this reason, there were many objections in the DPRK and China, which caused quite a stir.
But when Zhengshan Yongnian, who had been in seclusion for three years, came out of seclusion, all the objections disappeared overnight.
In the past two years, Tai Hospital has made rapid progress in medical skills. Allicin and antibiotics almost kill God when God stands in the way, and kill Buddha when Buddha stands in the way. And solid-state regenerative drugs have brought countless dying people back from the gate of hell.
When Shan Yongnian, now the chief medical practitioner of the Ming Dynasty, came out of hiding to endorse Zhang Hui's platform, no one was willing to go against Shan Yongnian, who could raise the flesh and bones of the dead, for a cruel official who just liked torture.
These days, no one is a member of a family, big or small, and no one is sick or in pain.
You can offend anyone, but only people from Taiyin Hospital can't be offended.
So, in this silence, the medical level of Tai Hospital began to make further leaps.
Especially the medical treatment on the skin, flesh, muscles and bones can be praised as new every day.
…
"You know Taiyin Hospital, right?"
"They are very strange recently, probably because of the heavy snow during this period, that they have become interested in the impact of heat and cold on people."
"Isn't this what King Zhou did?"
"I'm just a member of the royal family. How can I know any medical skills?"
"So, I have been asking about the water in Taiyuan Hospital for three years. I asked how to study the impact of heat and cold on people."
"He just scolded me that I was a murderer. I didn't even know anything and wanted him to teach me. He said something about me being as hot as molten iron and as cold as biting. Then he left with a lot of curses."
In the dark Jinyiweizhao Prison, Baihu Zhang Hui, who was originally very burly, now looks extremely thin, his cheeks are deeply sunken, and his eye sockets are glowing with a green light, making people shudder just by looking at him. .
At this moment, Zhang Hui was holding a long-arm ladle filled with molten iron in his hand, and holding a boning knife in one hand. His eyes were filled with excitement as he stared at the man who was tied to the tiger bench. The red coat and cloth armor of the Beijing Army on his body had not been touched. A small flag officer who took off his clothes.
"You see, imperial doctors are so weird."
"They asked me to study this, but I don't understand it either. I also have only a limited understanding of that sentence."
"I'm stupid. So, if I can't get complicated things, I'll make them simple."
"Since it's the heat of molten iron, I melted the molten iron and poured it on the skin and flesh to see how these places would react. Then I could scrape the flesh with this boning knife and see what it looked like inside."
"Why……"
"I really don't understand medical skills."
