When the Crown Prince entered the city, Zhou Hou was anxious. She couldn't understand why some mothers could calmly face their son's office outside for 20 years and not go home for a look. Anyway, this promising eldest son didn't appear in front of her for two or three months, and she felt as if she had lost her soul.

In contrast, the other two youngest sons are not very favored, which is in line with the old saying among the people: the Tian family values ​​the eldest son, and the people love their youngest son.

Finally, Zhou Hou saw her husband and eldest son walking. Seeing the enthusiasm they were talking while walking, Zhou Hou felt like a cat was tickling and wanted to rush forward. Facing the emperor, she didn't have to go out of the palace to greet her, but facing her son, she wanted to run up quickly.

"Let Wei Niang see what your hair is like." Zhou Hou pulled his son up without waiting for Zhu Cilang to finish his salute. He quickly swept across his limbs, and found no disability, so he went straight to Zhu Cilang's hair.

The ancients regarded punishment as humiliation. Even if the family could not live a life of being a monk, it would not be a glorious thing. Although Zhu Yuanzhang had been a monk, he was unwilling to say more after the uprising.

Zhu Cilang didn't think there was anything embarrassing about short hair. After hearing what her mother said, she took off her black scarf and showed her mother the short hair.

Zhou Hou couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after seeing it, and felt much more relaxed, saying, "It's not too ugly."

"My mother, this length is actually quite good, you can still get a bun." Zhu Cilang said: "Besides, I can't see anything from the outside after the crown scarf."

"If outsiders can't see it, you can deceive yourself?" Zhou Houfeng glared at her eyes, trying to put on a scary look, but she failed endlessly.

——I don't think it's anything...

Zhu Cilang just thought about it in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud and contradict Zhou Hou. He put his hair together and quickly stuffed it into the black woven folded scarf, and made the move in one go. It can be seen that this is what I do on weekdays.

When Zhou Hou saw him, he felt a chill: My son is so careless on weekdays... Just like those peddlers and pawns...

When Zhu Cixuan saw his mother looking at him, he smiled and said, "My mother, look, you really can't see anything from the outside."

"You can make such fantasy! Someone is really going crazy with you!" Zhou Hou's voice was already filled with anger.

Zhu Cilang laughed twice and refused to defend himself.

Chongzhen understood quite well and said, "You are afraid that the officers and soldiers will go to the north to kill the man who shave their heads."

"Father, the emperor's clarification." Zhu Cilang gave it to him with a high hat: "But it is not worth mentioning. The ministers' command did not use their heads to record their merits. They were just afraid that the officers and soldiers would be red in their eyes. They would regard the rat tail as the enemy, which would inevitably lead to the innocent people's death in vain."

"What if there were real enemies in it?" Chongzhen asked again.

"There are still few such fish that have escaped the net." Zhu Cilang guessed that Chongzhen did not understand what "neighborhood neighbors" meant. An unfounded Donglu was in the heart of the Ming Dynasty, as conspicuous as a bonfire at night. Not to mention the identification of people around him, even the accent could not be hidden.

"But in this matter, I feel that I would rather escape a thousand than kill one person." Zhu Cilang said: "Someone under my command once said: "You are a loyal citizen, but you are a refugee." I think these ten words are really good."

The emperor and the empress are both people who love the people. But they have a grudge against the people not thinking about the old virtues of the Zhu family shaved their hair and surrendered to the enemy. After hearing these ten words, after savoring them carefully, the grudge in their hearts disappeared.

Although there are loyal and righteous people in this world, they should not force all people to do so. What's more, they will keep the green mountains there, and they will not be afraid of no firewood. If there are people and land, they will be restored to the capital in the future and rescue these refugees. It will still be the world of the Great Ming Dynasty.

If all people die, where can China be left?

If you have a chance to be loyal to the people, if you have no chance to be refugees.

These ten words quickly took root in Chongzhen's heart. After Zhu Cilang left, he issued an edict to use this cross to appease the people who were trapped in the land of the enemy. It is better to choose between loyalty and righteousness and escape than to choose between Chinese and foreigners. In fact, those who would rather die than surrender would not be refugees because of these ten words; those who had already shaved their hair to survive would not become loyal people because of this. But even if they shave their heads, the people would not feel broken with the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Cixuan entered the palace with the emperor and empress and had dinner together. After the meal, the one who cleared the mouth was Maofeng in Huangshan, which was not bad. It can be seen that the living standards in the palace were gradually recovering. However, after Zhou Dynasty, the textiles were still in the palace. The yield was not high, but it was enough for the Tian family to use it.

"There are not many people in the palace now, so the expenses have been saved a lot." Zhou Hou said: "Your aunt gave me 1,000 taels of makeup last time to supplement your wedding expenses."

Zhu Cilang smiled helplessly and said, "If you have money, you can do it in small ways, but if you don't have money, you will be laughing at my family for being shabby? In the future, this will be a beautiful talk about the emperor's father and mother's frugality and support the country."

That being said, but...

"The rules of ancestors were placed there." Chongzhen sighed: "Now, all the people in the palace are going to fight ceremonial wars, probably not enough."

"This problem is not big. Just find two courtesans and delete it." Zhu Cixuan said: "But if I am a big wedding, will the kings follow the gifts?"

Zhou Hou gently slapped Zhu Cilang in the arm and cursed with a smile: "The people who are going to get married are still so ill."

——I'm very serious!

Zhu Cilang had no choice but to smile: "When the people get married, relatives all need to receive gifts."

"That's because the people's marriage is a private matter. The Tian family's wedding is a national matter. How can anyone use private affairs to enter national affairs?" Chongzhen worked hard to study the classics, and accidentally revealed the smell of an old master.

"The father said it was." Zhu Cilang turned the topic and said, "But I'm afraid I won't get married in the past two years. Otherwise, the emperor and aunt's 1,000 taels of silver will be invested in the iron factory first, and they can also share dividends and interest."

Zhou Hou just thought his son was joking and wanted to laugh and scold him. Zhu Cixuan continued, "If the emperor and his mother think that one thousand taels are less, then what about a hundred thousand taels? What about a million taels? What about a million taels?"

Chongzhen and Zhou Hou were both stunned, not understanding that their son was making trouble again.

"Father, mother, everyone said that the Tian family had no private affairs, and the Ministry of Revenue often asked for money from the treasury." Zhu Cixuan said: "Since that is the case, why do we still have to divide the treasury and the treasury? Why do we still have to leave the treasury for my wedding? It can be seen that the affairs of the Tian family are also divided into public and private affairs."

Chongzhen nodded.

Some of the treasury is divided from the national tax, but it cannot be said that the country supports the emperor's family. Although this money is nominally gold and silver for the emperor's private use, in fact, the expenses of the Beijing camp are also taken from the treasury.

"So it seems that the public and private are clear, but in fact it is not different from public and private. When encountering a powerful emperor like Wu Temple, Shi Temple, and Temple, he used the silver from the treasury indiscriminately. The ministers had nothing to say. When encountering a Ren Temple, Xuan Temple, and Xiao Temple, the ministers desperately dig money from the treasury. Is the regulations set by the ancestors so childish to the future people?" Zhu Cixuan said.

Chongzhen frowned and pondered.

"So my son thinks that it is better to separate the treasury from the treasury in the future. The treasury does not point to the little gold and silver, but mainly starts from the imperial shop and the imperial village."

"How much money can you have?" Zhou Hou suffered and did not mind asking such "vulgar" questions.

Zhu Cixuan said: "The profit of sea trade should be one million taels a year. If other commercial goods are included, the annual income of the imperial store alone should be more than three million taels."

"So much!" Chongzhen was shocked: this was all catching up with one-third of the Liao Sheng!

"But then we have to wait until the world is pacified." Zhu Cixuan said: "Now the war is in chaos, everything is focused on fighting, and I really can't get out the money and food. Please rest assured, the emperor, the emperor and his mother, my son still has a lot of experience in the way of collecting goods."

Speaking of the way of breeding, Chongzhen was indeed full of blind trust in Zhu Cilang. In his opinion, he was able to start with 200,000 taels of silver and train an elite army to restore most of the country and allow the people to live in food and clothing... This method is simply Tao Zhu's life.

As for the blood that was caused by the accumulation of primitive capital, how could it be possible for the emperor to know? Although some people have submitted memorials to accuse the crown prince of severe punishment and frequent house searches, as a father, how many people would believe that their son was the kind of bandit who robbed the house?

"The imperial shop also had profits in previous years, but it was during the late emperor." Zhou Hou glanced at the emperor: "I heard that there is a 200,000 taels of interest every year."

At that time, Wei Zhongxian was the one who managed the imperial shop. The more money he collected, the better his grades were, which was equivalent to paying dividends to the emperor. After Chongzhen ascended the throne, it would be fine to liquidate the eunuch party, but he refused to credit the middle-level official. The outside guards and the tax supervisors were all withdrawn. This was why the twelve taels of silver in Zhejiang tea tax was disgusting.

So, the later royal family had no money, which had something to do with Chongzhen's desperate efforts to die when he was young.

Zhu Cilang chuckled softly and said, "Mother, that was the stolen money obtained by Wei Zhongxian selling official positions and titles outside, not the real money he earned."

Chongzhen nodded immediately and expressed his approval. However, he did not speak, and seemed to be disdainful of his experience with a woman.

Zhou Hou was more powerful than the emperor, and his son was not blindly following her, which means that she was good at teaching her children, and was not biased towards her. She said, "Since you have this skill of fertilizing, you might as well take charge of the imperial shop together."

Zhu Cilang was a little surprised.

Didn’t my mother know that she basically controlled the imperial power?

In just a moment, Zhu Cilang's mind felt like a flash of lightning broke through, and it was immediately shiny.

Zhou Hou’s seemingly ordinary sentence, but the content of the secret is very rich.

Let's... together...

The key point is not to talk about imperial shops, but the government, military and civil affairs outside the imperial shops!

Is this a beating me too much or is it forcing me to express my opinion?

Zhu Cilang suddenly felt a little confused.

It is definitely not a good reputation to usurp the throne in the future. Moreover, I don’t want to do this emotionally, so I don’t need to do this. But I just want to return my authority, but I can’t. Not to mention that the Qing Dynasty has not damaged its vitality yet, even if it restores its territory to the scale of the Tianqi Dynasty, it only delayed the demise of the Ming Dynasty.

What's more, I am very safe in the Deep Palace. I can still be the emperor in decades, but who knows what the situation was at that time? Will the civil servants and generals I cultivated be cleansed? Will they join forces with the flow? Will the people's hearts be even more tired? Will the Thai civilization step on the fast lane of colonial plunder?

At that time, the daylily was really cold!

"Okay, haha, my son is obeying the imperial edict!" Zhu Cilang said half-jokingly.

"Your mother didn't mean that." Emperor Chongzhen suddenly said a faint sentence, which made Zhu Cilang's smile completely condense on his face. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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