"Great victory, great victory of the Navy!"

The city of Peking in midsummer is lazy, and the most enthusiastic one is probably the cicada.

People entering and leaving the city will stay in the city gate for a while and hide from the sun.

When the rushing sound of horse hooves was heard, the soldiers guarding the gate drove away the people who were staying in the city gate.

After hearing the shouts of victory, they did not need to drive them away, and the people at the emperor's feet immediately showed their quality and instantly dodged a path.

The cavalry rushed into the city gate, and even the tired war horses were energetic. With a long neigh, they could speed up again.

The horse's hooves stepped on the cement path and made a crisp sound.

According to the rules, the cavalry who reported the victory must pass through the streets in front and inform the people of the capital of good news.

"A great victory for the Navy?"

"That's right, look at them, it's dark, and they must have come all the way from the south, OK!"

"Okay! The Navy's victory, the Thais are not my opponent of the Ming Dynasty, so they are safe! Life is safe!"

"How do you know you're fighting Tessie?"

"Blue-small! Looking at the sea, besides the Thais, who is worth sending people to report the victory?"

A group of people and businessmen stood in a mixed manner, clearly separated from a group of people in blue shirts next to them.

A businessman casually refuted the scholars beside him. After he woke up, he was a little scared. But when he remembered the gentry who was dismantled by the army last year, he shouted: "I should go get drunk with this good news and congratulate the Ming Dynasty!"

"Yes, yes! Those restaurants will definitely be discounted today. Let's go together!"

Even the people called their friends and said they were going to drink, leaving the group of scholars with gloomy faces.

The sun is shining brightly, but it still cannot be shined with the haze in these people's hearts.

The cleanup in the north has already suppressed the gentry, but it has also set a gap between the gentry and the emperor.

This is a chasm that is almost difficult to fill.

From then on, the gentry was no longer the most stubborn "supporters" of the Ming Dynasty, let alone the rulers of the grassroots level of the Ming Dynasty.

"Didn't that person... say he doesn't understand water war?"

A scholar murmured.

The death-like silence was broken, and everyone felt the heat and ran to the eaves behind to hide.

The atmosphere was very uncomfortable. The gentry didn't know what they were thinking, but there was no trace of happiness or excitement, as if it was not a good news, but a death.

"He doesn't understand water war, but Hong Baozai and Fu Xianzai are all veterans of the navy. Hong Bao is even a ruthless character who is single and breaks into Taixi. The Ming Navy is invincible in the world..."

"That eunuch!"

"Eunuchs can still lead the army, which reminds people of...the former Tang Dynasty!"

This topic is a taboo and can almost be arrested in the East Factory and the Jinyiwei.

But these more than ten people didn't take it seriously. Since the privilege was cancelled, they felt that they had been abandoned by the Ming Dynasty.

You abandoned me, but still want me to share the joys and sorrows with you?

Go dreaming!

"That man is really lucky. He actually met a Thai man who came out to wander around. With Hong Bao and Fu Xian here, I can win if I go."

"He was lucky. Those Tashi countrymen were probably blown away by the firearms and then chased them, and they were at their fingertips, and they were at their fingertips!"

"Bah! The master is so powerful that he will be so proud of him. Let's see if he is promoted to a title this time!"

"yes!"

A group of people laughed at each other, and some said, "Miaoji! This time I have made great contributions, so at least I have to become a happy man."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Go and drink!"

...

The atmosphere in the palace was still calm, and the people sent to the south still had no response.

Yang Rong was a little anxious, so a few bubbles appeared on the corner of his mouth. The external explanation was that the weather was getting hot and hot.

"...The taxes in the north will increase greatly this year. The south... Your Majesty, plus the rice from Nuergandus and the cattle and sheep outside the frontier, this year the south will almost never have to transport rice and grain to the north."

This is good news. Even if the price is the centrifugation of the gentry, the north can be self-sufficiency of food, which is itself a major news that can make everyone feel at ease.

After a relaxed laughter, Zhu Zhanji said: "Nuergandus produces a lot of grain every year, plus potatoes, the north is self-sufficient for the first time. What does it mean to be a bitter and cold place? In the hands of the Ming Dynasty, it is Jiangnan outside the border!"

Zhu Zhanji's spirit was soaring for a moment, but the ministers felt the unruly in the emperor's heart.

Don't always bring out any ancestral system to control me.

When I moved the capital back then, what did you say that the north was a bitter and cold place, and the food was not enough to be self-sufficient, and most importantly, it was too dangerous to face the horse hooves and long swords of foreign races in Peking!

But where are the aliens now?

"I heard that Atai's troops have made money by grazing cattle and sheep?"

Zhu Zhanji asked relaxedly.

Yang Rong also replied relaxedly: "Yes, Your Majesty, I don't know who gave them the idea that it would make more money by selling it himself. So Atai often submitted memorials to plead for the right to do business in the Tatars. I suppressed it several times."

Such a trivial matter cannot reach Zhu Zhanji, so he just smiled and said, "The people of the Ming Dynasty do not have the right to do business freely, how can they give it to others first?"

The bias in this statement is very obvious, with some hints.

Road leads!

Since Fang Xing made a fuss in Jinling, the road induced system has sparked a big discussion.

The Ming Dynasty introduced many policies, but not many people could make everyone happy, and the suggestion of canceling the road quotation aroused unanimous agreement.

Everyone was ready to pretend to be stupid, but the honest man Yang Shiqi said: "Your Majesty, it's time to cancel the road guide. If it is cancelled, how many people will be added to manage customers in each place? Does the inspection department need to increase the staff? Do the Ministry of Revenue think about how to get a household post for everyone, and it's not easy to counterfeit them? All of these things need to be carefully considered!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded and said in admiration: "This is the reason why Mr. Yang is a mature scholar in planning the country."

Yang Shiqi was immediately happy, but Yang Rong thought of the proposal Fang Xing had made back then.

Gradually increase the number of officials below the county level!

This is the last privilege of removing the firewood from the cauldron and drawing the gentry!

Governing the country is like flowing water.

When the flowing water encounters obstacles, it will not force itself. It slowly accumulates momentum, and then slowly overcomes obstacles and continues to move forward.

It has been a long time since the proposal, but Yang Rong thought about the recent reforms of the Ming Dynasty, but was surprised to find that they were all compressing the rights of the gentry step by step.

Fang Xing proposed to increase the number of officials below the county level, which was the ultimate goal.

First set the ultimate goal, then move forward step by step, without being anxious or impatient.

This is a scientific method.

It's even more a rhythm that makes people vomit blood!

Yang Rong felt that the blood blisters at the corner of his mouth hurt even more, and the pain was ripped at the heart and lungs.

"Great victory..."

The monarch and minister who were silent were shocked by the shout.

What kind of victory?

Yang Pu turned around and asked, "Where did the victory come from?"

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he felt sad and tormented.

Zhu Zhanji suddenly stood up and said with bright eyes: "Go and bring it in!"

Yu Jia went out in person and brought a sergeant in later.

The sergeant saluted, and Zhu Zhanji sat back slowly and asked, "Where is the great victory?"

The first time I met the Saint, even if I was carefully selected, the sergeant was still so excited.

"Your Majesty, the navy is victorious..."

Yang Rong's body trembled, and then a blood blister broke at the corner of his mouth, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, but he didn't even feel it.

Yang Shiqi looked at the soldiers who were reporting the victory happily, Yang Pu was pleased and comforted, and Jin Youzi frowned slightly after being happy...

Zhu Zhanji took the news, read it quickly, and said, "The navy encountered the Thai ships when he left the strait. He fought wits and courage all the way, and fought several times. Finally, when he was about to reach the Tianfang Sea, he encountered the main force of the coalition forces. The two sides fought a great battle. The Ming Navy defeated the Thai Allied Forces in one battle..."

Zhu Zhanji's emotions were also a little unsuppressed. He waved the good news in his hand and said excitedly: "Sink and capture more than 200 coalition warships, and the enemy chief was spared only!"

"good!"

Yang Shiqi was so surprised that he looked very surprised, "Your Majesty, after this battle, the Thais will definitely not dare to peek eastward, and the sea is safe!"

Yang Rong said in a deep voice: "It's not that it's safe. It's just twenty years. If it doesn't work out, it won't take twenty years. The Thais will send a stronger fleet to provoke the Ming Dynasty again."
Chapter completed!