Early the next morning, Zhu Yunzhen went to the palace to study as usual.
Gradually, he got used to it.
It's just like going to school in my previous life.
Although Lao Zhu is very thoughtful, he is not too harsh.
He said he was studying in school, but he has never taken any serious classes until now.
After entering the palace, they walked all the way to Lao Zhu's study and heard voices inside.
Zhu Yunxu quietly asked the little eunuch standing outside the door: "Who is inside?"
The little eunuch hurriedly whispered: "Your Majesty is discussing matters with several ministers. Why don't the four emperors and grandsons go in later."
Zhu Yunxuan nodded.
Since the Prime Minister was abolished in the Ming Dynasty, Lao Zhu has been in charge of government affairs personally and must do everything personally.
Every day there was a mountain of memorials waiting for his review.
Fortunately, Lao Zhu has endured hardships and is very diligent, so he can persevere.
When Zhu Biao was not dead, he could still help manage political affairs.
Since Zhu Biao's death, Lao Zhu has become even busier.
It's just that he is an old man after all, his energy is better than before, and he doesn't know how long he can continue.
Zhu Yunxuan shook his head, and became more determined to not be the emperor.
Compared with the prince who was just waiting to die, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty was destined to have a hard life and not live a good life.
However, the most important thing at the moment is for Lao Zhu to quickly establish Zhu Di as the prince, so that he can wait for the title of king with peace of mind.
Zhu Yunxuan was just thinking about finding a place to sit down and rest when he heard Lao Zhu's voice coming from inside.
"Is this Fu'er here? Come in."
Lao Zhu’s hearing is pretty good!
Zhu Yunxuan picked up his long coat, crossed the high threshold, walked into the hall, and ran to Lao Zhu.
"Hello, Grandpa Huang!"
He glanced sideways and looked at the two ministers in the palace.
The man has a slender figure and the corners of his eyes are slightly drooped.
The other person is not tall and has a kind-hearted appearance.
Zhu Yunxuan tried his best to recall.
He should have seen these two people at Zhu Biao's funeral, but he didn't have a deep impression.
There were too many people coming and going at the funeral. At that time, he only cared about performing the rites according to the requirements of the ceremonial officer, and he could not remember those people.
Zhu Yuanzhang asked Zhu Yunxuan to come forward, hugged him and said, "Zhen'er, these two are both ministers of the court."
"One is named Yang Jing. He was the former Minister of the Ministry of Husbandry and the current Minister of the Ministry of Punishments."
"The other one is called Zhao Mian, who is the current Minister of Household Affairs."
Zhu Yunxuan looked up at Lao Zhu curiously, wondering why he wanted to introduce officials from the DPRK to him.
"I've met Mr. Yang, I've met Mr. Zhao."
Zhu Yunxuan shouted crisply.
The two of them quickly returned the gift.
Lao Zhu smiled and said: "Zhen'er, I have discussed with the two of them about the business tax increase you proposed."
"Both Qing families believe that if the commercial tax is too heavy, it will be difficult to collect it. What do you think?"
In front of the ministers, Zhu Yuanzhang's words became more formal.
I deliberately changed my title to "I".
What does this have to do with me?
I'm just a kid.
Zhu Yunzhen rolled his eyes in his heart.
Although the proposal to raise commercial taxes is my idea, shouldn't it be up to the ministers to decide how to collect it specifically?
Ask me what a child does?
He didn't understand what kind of medicine Lao Zhu was selling in his gourd, so he didn't rush to speak.
Zhao Mian bowed and said: "His Majesty just now said that it was the Fourth Emperor's grandson's idea to raise business taxes. The Fourth Emperor's grandson has such insight at such a young age. He is indeed a genius, rare in the world, and very admirable."
Mr. Zhao's ability to flatter people is also rare in the world.
Zhu Yun looked at Lao Zhu with his eyes, nose and heart, leaning against Lao Zhu, blinking a pair of bright and clear eyes, showing a proud look.
"But..." Zhao Mian changed the topic and said, "This is easy to say. But if it is really to be implemented, it will be very difficult."
Yang Jing on the side also added: "Yes. Raising business taxes is not easy."
"I just said it casually."
Zhu Yunzhen looked innocent.
I am only responsible for suggesting to Grandpa Huang that you are the ministers and important ministers in the court, so there is no need to complain to me, a child.
He looked at Lao Zhu and saw Lao Zhu smiling slightly, showing no signs of happiness or anger.
Zhao Mian and Yang Jing seemed to realize that there was no need to explain to a seven-year-old child. After complaining for a few words, they said no more.
The study became quiet.
Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have remembered something.
"Zhen'er, have you finished writing the memorial for collecting commercial taxes?"
Zhao Jing, Zhao Mian were all slightly startled.
The two looked at each other, both a little surprised.
It is a bit ridiculous to listen to the advice of a seven-year-old child on important matters in the court, and it is even more bizarre to ask him to write a memorial.
Your Majesty is the Holy Son of Heaven and the founding emperor of the country. He is by no means a willful king. What is the purpose of this move?
Zhu Yunxuan took out the written memorial from his arms and said, "Grandpa Huang, he is here."
Zhu Yuanzhang took the memorial and glanced through it. A look of surprise flashed across his face, but he did not continue to read, but asked with a smile: "You thought and wrote this all by yourself, right?"
Zhu Yunxu puffed up his little chest and said firmly: "The content written in the memorial was all the result of Zhu'er's hard thinking. It was also written in his own hand. I would never dare to deceive you."
Zhu Yuanzhang laughed loudly, put the memorial together, threw it to Zhao Mian aside, and said, "Just take a look, how did he write it?"
Zhao Mian looked suspicious.
Your Majesty acted strangely today, very different from usual.
Let a child write a memorial, if it is just to test the child, it is okay.
But now we are discussing national policy, which affects the whole world. It is not child's play, so how can a little kid participate in it and comment on it?
He took the memorial and saw regular block letters.
It would certainly not be surprising if an adult wrote such words.
Scholars of the Ming Dynasty practiced calligraphy since childhood.
There are not a few people who can write superbly with calligraphy.
Zhao Mian himself is a master of calligraphy.
But it is really not easy for a seven-year-old baby to have such skills.
He admired secretly.
Your Majesty seems to want to show off your grandson.
As for the contents of the memorial, Zhao Mian certainly wouldn't take it to heart.
What good ideas can a seven-year-old have?
It's nothing more than empty talk that is common among old students and is just misleading people's wisdom.
But as he watched, his face gradually became serious, his breathing gradually became heavier, his emotions were obviously aroused, and the hand holding the memorial was trembling slightly.
As the Minister of Household Affairs and in charge of the Ming Dynasty's treasury, Zhao Mian dealt with various account books the most.
Others may not be able to see the beauty of double-entry accounting, or even understand it at all.
But he could see clearly.
If you use this method, you no longer have to worry about unclear accounts of the Account Department.
There are also invoices, tax certificates...
The more Zhao Mian watched, the more excited he became, and the more he watched, the more excited he became.
At the end, he suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted loudly: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Double-entry accounting method, wonderful! Invoice, wonderful!...Hahahaha..."
He ignored royal etiquette and laughed like crazy.
