"Damn! They usually give me money and gifts, and ask me to do things. Now it's time for them to return the favor!"
Zhu Xizhong cleared his throat and spit out thick phlegm.
"In my bedroom, at the bottom of the sandalwood bookshelf, there is a small box, and in it are the little ninety-nine of those people. How many people have been crammed into the military camp, how much military pay has been swallowed, and how many businesses have been done. I have made a lot of money in these years. Remember it one stroke at a time!"
"Everyone who has come to me for business over the years has been recorded there."
After listening to this, Zhang Rong had a faint smile on his stern face.
As a noble commander of the army, he knows the things about these people very well.
With the title of marquis or uncle, he could take a casual position in the army or in the Imperial Guard. If he didn't have any important official duties at hand, he could only use his title to make money.
In Beijing, who doesn’t have some property in his hands?
"Dad, are you... too hurt?"
Zhu Shitai's cold voice made Zhu Xizhong and Rong Zhang look at him at the same time.
"You are so unkind!"
"Fart! I have been in the palace and served in the army for 30 years. I relied on this little bit of caution, otherwise you and I would have been killed long ago!"
"Go, go, go! Check the military camp quickly!"
Zhu Shitai hesitated for a while and asked, "Dad, since you have this thing, can we just hand it over to His Majesty?"
"This silly boy!" Zhu Xizhong shook his head, "For what crime are you and I put in prison?"
"The army is ineffective!"
"Can these things get me out of prison?"
"cannot!"
"Besides, if such a big thing happens, someone has to come out and put an end to it, right? If you hand over those people's little ninety-nine to His Majesty, the matter will be even bigger. How do you ask His Majesty to step down?"
Zhu Shitai somewhat understood.
"Okay, get out of here!"
The father issued an eviction order, and Zhu Shitai did not stay any longer. After seeing that the father was safe, he felt more at ease, so he took two steps back and kowtowed heavily to his father.
"Dad, it will be a month before my son comes again. During this period, you should eat well and sleep well!"
Looking at this scene, Zhu Xizhong felt a little softer in his heart, but he still looked like a strict father.
No matter how useless or ineffective his son may be in other people's eyes, he will always be the best one in the eyes of his parents.
But men and men are destined not to show their weak side, even if he is your biological son.
"get out!"
"Good!"
Zhu Shitai stood up and walked slowly towards the exit.
"Old Zhang!"
Zhang Rong, who was looking at Zhu Shitai's back, heard Zhu Xizhong's tone was a little softer. Before he could continue the second half of the sentence, he understood the meaning and said without looking back:
"Don't worry, Lao Zhu, I will keep an eye on him."
"Yeah, please!"
At noon, Qianqing Palace.
Zhu Zaijing looked at the big ruby in Feng Bao's hand, and the corners of his mouth were so raised that he couldn't suppress it.
"How much is such a big one worth on the market?"
Feng Bao smiled and raised his head, "It's worth tens of thousands of taels of silver no matter what!"
"Hey!" Zhu Zaijing held up the gem, "It's tens of thousands of taels at a time, so rich!"
Feng Bao stood up, walked behind Zhu Zaijing, picked up the ivory comb, and began to comb his hair.
"To tell you the truth, long live my lord, any noble, businessman, or high-ranking official in this capital will be richer than you!"
"You only have 200,000 taels left in your internal funds, and you also keep the money in the treasury just in case. If you want to be beheaded, you are the poorest person in the Zhu family!"
Zhu Zaijing smiled calmly.
"It's just for the time being! When this period of time passes, I will have many ways to make money!"
"Long live your talent!"
"Long live my lord, if you beat Duke Cheng and his family like this, they will be scared to death!" Feng Baodao said.
After such a commotion, many people from the Ministry of War and Beijing had to come to Feng Bao to inquire about the situation and test the emperor's attitude. He had to prepare an excuse to deal with those people.
"Scared half to death?" Zhu Zaijing put down the gem, "That would be best, otherwise, they don't know my determination!"
For Zhu Zaijing, Duke Cheng's seniority, merits, and qualifications were all there, and a crime of incompetence in running the army was not worthy of being stripped of his title or thrown into prison.
But otherwise, it is really difficult to find out the empty salary of the Beijing camp. The relationship between these generals and nobles in the army is complicated. This one has business dealings with that one, and that one is in-laws with this one.
"Without being a bit scary, they thought it would be enough to just give the emperor a list of things to look at. They were just fooling around!"
Feng Bao understood that what the emperor wanted was that there would be no vacancies in the capital camp.
Then I have to show those people that the Beijing camp must investigate thoroughly.
At this time, Feng Liang outside the Qianqing Palace came in to report.
"Long live my lord, lunch is here!"
Then he ordered a few young eunuchs to bring a few dishes of side dishes and a bowl of rice.
Feng Bao combed his hair a few times faster, then picked up a wooden hairpin and tied Zhu Zaijing's long hair up to his waist with three strokes.
Zhu Zaijing stood up and patted his hair.
"I don't know how you did it. I haven't learned how to do this hairstyle for several days."
"I've been serving people since I was a child, so I'm used to it!"
After sitting down, some greasy dishes were brought to Zhu Zaijing, including mutton crystal horns, silk goose noodle soup, three delicacies soup, black bean chess pieces noodles, fried mutton, fried pork with pickled cabbage, steamed pig trotters and tripe, Two cooked and fried fish.
Full TMD heavy oil and heavy salt.
Looking at these dishes, Zhu Zaijing couldn't help but think about whether the Ming Dynasty emperors who died young in history were caused by the high salt and oil diet.
It seems that I need to change my diet.
Although the cooks are all old cooks from Prince Yu's Mansion, except for breakfast, which he eats is relatively small and light, the food at other times is in accordance with the tradition of the palace, which consists of large amounts of fish and meat.
Thinking of this, Zhu Zaijing stood up and walked to the imperial cabinet. He picked up a pen and ink and wrote down a few food lists and handed them to Feng Bao.
"I have decreed to Guanglu Temple that my future diet will follow this standard!"
Feng Bao took it over curiously and saw that the food on it was very strange.
Breakfast is a few eggs, fruits and a few steamed buns!
Steamed bun?
How did the emperor eat these things?
Lunch is mutton, tofu, and some vegetables.
Dinner is rice, boiled fish and a few side dishes.
"Long live Lord, this, this, this..."
Zhu Zaijing sat down and started eating, asking questions while eating.
"What's wrong?"
"The food you are eating is too shabby! People are laughing at the news. Ordinary people can eat this, how can you be like them?"
"Are you sure that ordinary people have meat to eat every day?" Zhu Zaijing asked, "If that were the case, I, the emperor, wouldn't have to worry so much!"
These may seem simple, but they contain enough nutrients, and Zhu Zaijing specifically stated that they should be light.
Coming from a later generation, he knew all too well the harm caused by a high-salt and high-fat diet.
Let’s just say that his father, Jiajing, had a very light diet and was basically vegetarian. Therefore, unlike other fat emperors of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Houcong was leaner.
And live a long time!
Zhu Zaijing will fight for the people of Ming Dynasty for another 30 years. If he wants to live a long life, he must eat healthier and lighter.
In this era where the common cold can kill people, if there is any problem with the gastrointestinal tract or any of the three high diseases, it is basically possible to say goodbye to the people of Ming Dynasty prematurely.
Moreover, he ate very poorly when he was King Yu. The clearly visible ribs on his body told Zhu Zaijing that the owner of this body did not eat nutritious and healthy food before.
After all, Zhu Zaijing plans to often lead his own troops in the future, and his body must be stronger, otherwise he may not be able to wear dozens of kilograms of armor.
