On June 20th of the eleventh year of Wanli, the emperor returned to the capital. After a ceremony to receive him, the courtiers congratulated the emperor on his success in pacifying the emperor and saying that he was free of worries from the north, etc. There is no need to elaborate.
Empress Zhuang's belly was as big as holding a watermelon, but she lost a lot of weight because she stayed behind in the capital. Seeing that two of the four concubines who followed the emperor were pregnant, and he also brought back a "concubine" to pay homage to him, he was speechless and choked.
Zhuang Jingjia felt aggrieved, but her face was filled with joy. Before concubine Yi could salute, he took her hand and said affectionately: "My sister is really beautiful! No wonder the emperor brought you back all the way."
Cena couldn't understand Chinese, so Zhu Yijun kept speaking Mongolian in order to communicate with her - it was time to practice speaking. At this time, I heard the queen say a lot of things. She was dumbfounded and stared at Zhu Yijun for help.
Zhu Yijun said helplessly in Mongolian: "You have to kneel down to see the queen. This is my responsibility."
Cena's mother was quite favored by Huo Luochi, so she was often annoyed by Ke Dun. Although she was young, she learned a few tricks from her mother. After listening to Zhu Yijun's words, he quickly knelt down and paid homage to Zhuang Jingjia according to the etiquette taught by the internal officials.
Zhuang Jingjia spent a long time distinguishing between them before she realized that the "yellow monkey fangs" were referring to Her Royal Highness the Queen, and she couldn't laugh or cry. In order to give the emperor face, he took out a jade pendant from his purse and gave it to her as a gift.
Zhu Yijun saw the two of them gesticulating for a long time, talking to each other, stroking their foreheads and sighing. Seeing this, Zhuang Jingjia was displeased and said: "It doesn't matter if the emperor sees something nice from now on, he will go home to get it. It's better to find someone who can talk to people, otherwise it will be quite troublesome for me to manage my concubines."
Zhu Yijun laughed and said, "It was my negligence. Wei Dynasty, please arrange to find two maids who can speak Mongolian, and ask them to follow Yibin in shifts and act as translators."
Zhuang Jingjia felt more and more uncomfortable after hearing the emperor's thoughtful arrangements for Cena, and her throat was sore. He sneered and asked Zhu Yijun: "Where will the emperor eat and rest today? Tell me to come down so that I can make arrangements for you."
After hearing this, Zhu Yijun still said with a smile: "Where did the queen come from? From today until you give birth, I will not go to any other palace, but to Kunning Palace."
After hearing this, Empress Zhuang couldn't stand it. My concubine is heavy, so don't hold the emperor back. Zhu Yijun deserves it. You have worked hard for the queen to look after the house these past few months, and I want to accompany you well. Zhuang Jingjia finally calmed down and told the maid next to her:
"I want to eat some meat tonight and let the imperial kitchen have some pig hooves to chew on it."
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The queen had a little temper, and Zhu Yijun thought it was okay to spend some time with her. After all, compared to later generations, it doesn't matter if the palace eats pig's trotters and makes innuendo. If you don't hang yourself up and beat you, it doesn't matter.
Not only Queen Zhuang lost weight, but Mr. Zhang Juzheng also lost several kilograms of meat. When Zhu Yijun was in the capital before, he felt that Zhu Yijun's daily work was handled by himself first, so it was not difficult to make a decision.
After Zhu Yijun left the capital, Zhang Juzheng discovered that his workload had more than doubled. This workload is not a matter of paperwork, but of thinking - putting yourself into Zhu Yijun's perspective and looking at every issue that requires decision-making.
At the beginning, he secretly made up his mind to send less express delivery and try his best to digest everything in the political hall. As a result, in less than a month, he raised the white flag and let the fast horse rush north from the capital to chase the holy driver. Zhang Juzheng was tired and a little discouraged: I, Zhang Bingguo, have been here for many years, so why don’t I dare to make a decision?
It’s really not a question of ability, but a reflection of how the butt determines the head. Without sitting on the Dragon Throne, one would never be able to feel the overwhelming weight given to the emperor by all nine states in the world. Of course, Wanli, who was angry and went on strike in the original time and space, didn't think so - he didn't care about the life or death of the people.
For example, when Pan Jixun took over the project, Zhang Juzheng did not dare to make a decision: half of the project to excavate the Yellow River was completed, and the remaining projects were among the mountains and hills. The previously estimated amount of surveying and mapping work was seriously insufficient, causing the entire construction period to be stalled.
Pan Jixun has two suggestions. One is to increase the number of surveying and mapping personnel and continue construction after the surveying and mapping is completed. The second is to take advantage of the abundant rainfall this year to open dams and release floods - allowing the floods to find their own way.
Zhang Juzheng prefers the first option, but he may not think so from Zhu Yijun's perspective. Therefore, he could not make a decision, so he suppressed Pan Jixun's inscription and reported it immediately after the emperor returned to Beijing.
Zhu Yijun smiled and said: "Pan Jixun has developed a lot of ideas in the past few years since he has been with me. I am really lucky that he thought of it. Can the scale of flood discharge be controlled?"
Zhang Juzheng replied: "He said in his memorial that it is difficult to have a complete plan for things like water and fire - he dare not say that it will not hurt the people or the land."
Zhu Yijun carefully read Pan Jixun's plan, thought deeply about it, and calculated the time. Immediately, he raised the Zhubi instructions to agree to the second plan, and ordered the political hall to carry out evacuation work in all flood discharge areas and properly resettle the victims.
Zhang Juzheng questioned: "There were very few surveying and mapping experts before, but hundreds of them have been trained over the years, and the progress has been greatly accelerated. Your Majesty, can't we wait for a year and a half?"
Zhu Yijun said: "We can't wait. After the fifteenth year of Wanli, there will be large-scale uneven floods and droughts in the world; after the twentieth year of Wanli, disasters will occur all over the world. By then, there will be no water conservancy projects in the Central Plains to protect them, so they will not be the victims of the disaster."
After saying this, he suddenly saw Zhang Juzheng looking at him with his mouth wide open, as if he had seen a ghost, and he was worried that something would happen to him. Sure enough, Zhang Juzheng said solemnly: "Whose delirium did your Majesty listen to? Who could have known God's will in advance? Your Majesty, what do you call studying things to achieve knowledge? This is not -"
Zhu Yijun interrupted with a busy smile: "Hey, no. No one told me this, this...this..." After a long time, the words couldn't be rounded off, and we couldn't say it again. It must be "Zhenru gestures to the Buddha in this world", Zhang Juzheng can spit in his face.
Zhang Juzheng looked at Zhu Yijun suspiciously for a long time before stopping to ask further. He sighed and said: "Your Majesty, last year the imperial court had an annual income of more than 45 million, but the expenditure was 51 million! Myanmar is like a bottomless pit now. Six million a year was thrown in, and there was not even a sound! You are now We need to march north and build up a large navy. As we advance both by land and sea, it would be better to give Pan Jixun a two-year break to facilitate turnover."
"Also, Wang Guoguang said that small-denomination banknotes have been printed, which are extremely difficult to imitate. If small-denomination banknotes are used to replace treasure banknotes, they will have to guard against runs in the first two years, and over-issuance will not be allowed. The court will also be in trouble and waste money. .”
"Coin-minting machines have also been developed, and the money they make is indeed more beautiful than copper coins, but the little money you can earn from coining cannot quench your thirst for money."
"Now that Jiangnan is booming in textile industry, tens of thousands of small farmers have gone bankrupt. This year, several provinces in South Zhili and Jiangxi have begun relief operations. Although the price of food is quite low, it is estimated that it will not cost more than one million."
"North Zhili is booming in the iron and steel industry. Small smelters have gone bankrupt. Thousands of small smelters have gone bankrupt. Indiscriminate logging in many mines has triggered dozens of civil riots in the first three months. Zhang Chunsheng, the prefect of Xuzhou, deserves to be killed!"
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Zhu Yijun listened to Zhang Juzheng's nagging complaints, looked at his gray hair, and his thin body sitting on the pillar but upright, and his eyes suddenly felt hot. He motioned Sun Qian to add hot water to Zhang Juzheng's tea cup and sat there listening quietly.
Zhang Juzheng rambled for a long time, but did not hear the emperor's objection. He raised his head and glanced at Zhu Yijun. Seeing the emperor's eyes full of tenderness, my heart skipped a beat and I was startled.
Zhu Yijun smiled warmly and said: "Old sir, you haven't had a rest for a long time, right? Today, instead of talking about government affairs, the two of us will go to Xiyuan to relax for a long time." Zhang Juzheng relaxed and said with a smile: "What I said was so messed up that the emperor laughed - -Sigh, I may really be old."
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The summer of the eleventh year of Wanli passed by Zhang Juzheng's nagging. Zhu Yijun and he were like firefighters, dealing with a mountain of memorials every day, and their lips and tongue were parched when speaking at various meetings.
At the end of September, Empress Zhuang gave birth to another prince - providing double insurance for the inheritance of the throne. After a year and a half of preparation, when the monsoon wind blows from north to south, the Ming Dynasty's mission to the Holy See will also set sail on a selected date.
(Volume 3, end)
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