The onlookers were skeptical, and the young clerk was so scared that his legs trembled when Zhang Shiqi showed his identity, and he wanted to pretend not to know the old man.

The man arrested was a little frightened and said anxiously: "You are the governor?"

"That's right!" Zhang Shiqi raised his arms and shouted: "A few days ago, he said that I couldn't sit down and could not send him to the ground. Now let's see what!"

The sharp-mouthed monkey-chested man looked bitter: "Who knows that the governor looks like this? Please spare your life!"

"If you offend me, you will be able to forgive me so easily." Zhang Shiqi said, still holding the man and not letting go.

The guards in the Governor's headquarters also discovered a strange phenomenon and hurriedly separated the crowd and squeezed in to protect Zhang Shiqi.

"I'll watch the official here register for you and give you a piece of land with only yellow sand!" Zhang Shiqi said.

The sharp-mouthed monkey-chested man was distressed and said, "Master is more kind. I really don't know that the master is respectful, otherwise how dare I be arrogant!"

"Sun official, register for him!" Zhang Shiqi shouted loudly and asked the clerk to come out with him, as if he didn't know that these people would cause trouble if they were slightly incited.

Sun Hang harshed his head and shouted loudly in his heart: People are not going to fall, they are afraid of a ball! On the other hand, he couldn't help but complain about the old thief who covered the loess and dragged him into such a dangerous situation. He thought that he had just graduated from the village school and was disgusted as a small official. If he was trampled to death, wouldn't it be unfair!

"It's all yellow sand..." Sun Hang's hands trembled, and he twisted the pages of the yellow book and made a sound. "The new investigation is all the land with water and plants..." He murmured tremblingly, and suddenly he found that the surroundings were so quiet that even if a needle fell, he could hear it. His embarrassment was exposed to the eyes of the onlookers.

——They don’t even breathe?

Sun Hang's face was as hot as roasted, and his hands were trembling even harder!

Zhang Shiqi grabbed the yellow book and flipped it over and said, "It's this! The land number: 367th Huangjia! Making the book!"

The land to be given in the yellow book is determined by the eight characters "Heaven and Earth, the universe is full of prehistoric times", and then the area is determined by the twelve heavenly stems, and finally the plot is determined with numbers. No one dares to say that it is good or bad, but because it is covered with the word "风" and is a large number like 367. It is inevitable that people mistakenly think that this land is really in the deserted land of the Gobi.

Sun Hang finally resisted his trembling hands and made a book for the idle man in full view of everyone.

Seeing that the place had settled down, Zhang Shiqi took a look of relying on her seniority and taught her a lesson: "See if you can control your mouth in the future!"

The idle man dared not respond, just lowered his head.

Zhang Shiqi glanced around and showed off his attitude. Everyone flashed a way out and bowed to ask the governor to return to the yamen.

Sun Hang finally stabilized his trembling pen and his writing speed also caught up.

Everyone looked at the lines of ink falling on the paper and smiled. Someone among them joked about the idle man: "Look, this time your dream of beautiful families is in place."

The idle man took the land deed helplessly and said to himself: "I just wanted to register a household registration so that I could join the army. A little official, I am a full person and my whole family is not hungry. If I go to join the army, no one will live there. Will the land be taken back?"

"It doesn't count if you join the army." Sun Hang said loudly: "Not only will you not take back the land when joining the army, the government will also send people to help you manage the land! The court is so generous that it is for the people and others to live in peace. The soldiers have no worries!"

"Long live my emperor!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"Long live! Long live! Long live!" The sound of mountain crying followed. Although His Majesty the Emperor was far away in Beijing, he still shouted that the earth was shaking, full of enthusiasm.

Zhang Shiqi had already returned to the yamen, took a purple clay pot from the guards, and drank it to his mouth. Hearing the mountain coming from behind him, shouting long live the mountain. Zhang Shiqi looked back with a smile, and walked towards the office room with a big stroll.

The Gansu official, who was not respectful to this old Dongbai, was convinced this time. Looking at Zhang Shiqi's back, he suddenly became tall, like a general who killed the general and returned in triumphant success.

"The Governor-General is willing to defend himself by regaining his heart. He is very good at the means." A clerk said in a low voice.

But someone around him disagreed and said, "I just have a grudge against a idle man, and I am not afraid of tarnishing the face of the court."

"If something happens, it will be the face of the court? If you can bow your head, you will bow your head. This is great wisdom!" Someone said seriously.

All clerks knew that there was no airtight wall in the world, and these words would sooner or later reach the governor's ears. It would be better to have doubts about the governor before, but now some people are clearly trying to put their carriages and horses under the seat of the new governor. If you say something is not inappropriate, it would be stupid.

...

"Long Duke is the old trick of the Han Dynasty's Gao Feng Yongchi, but it can still be used." Wu Qi smiled and gently picked up the hot soup before the desk, scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

If you only look at this situation, it would be normal. But if you look farther away, you can see that the person sitting opposite you are the master of this huge empire, His Majesty the Supreme Emperor of Nine Five, is really a bit terrifying.

Zhu Cilang, however, did not care about the rudeness of the old man in the prime minister, leaned on the back of the chair and smiled: "The Shu people have a proverb: Cats do not distinguish between black and white, and it is best for those who can catch mice. Zhang Shiqi has learned this."

Wu Yan had long been accustomed to His Majesty's utilitarian thoughts. Although he did not agree with them, he would not be so arrogant. He was about to smile and discuss with His Majesty the issue of vigorously promoting cotton planting in the northwest, but suddenly found that the prince beside the emperor frowned.

Although the young crown prince did not show Zhu Cilang's amazing talent, he was very willing to work hard in his studies. His eagerness to learn once made Huang Daozhou amazed that he was the most diligent crown prince since Wanli.

"The father's words mean that a gentleman can do everything he wants, but why do the sons think that it means asking about profit but not righteousness?" Zhu Hegui said.

Zhu Cilang's hand trembled, and he was quite surprised.

Wu Yan also looked at the crown prince and didn't know how to visualize it. Although it would be difficult for him to have another chance to become a veteran of the three dynasties in his life, he still cares about what kind of person the future emperor would be.

"This child is like Huang Daozhou." Zhu Cilang chuckled and reached out to caress the back of his son's head.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Hegui, who had always enjoyed being caressed by his father, actually knelt down and said loudly in a childish voice: "Father! Mr. Huang has taught his sons a lot of principles of being a human being. He is not a pedantic person."

Zhu Cilang's hand was still stopped in the air, a little embarrassed.

"The country is fundamentally based on its principles. How can we not distinguish between black and white, but only focus on utilitarianism? If it weren't for this, how could we have the determination to 'even millions of people go'?" Zhu Hegui said loudly, quite generous, but with his childish appearance as he was only **, it made people want to laugh after hearing this.

Wu Yan's face was serious. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

Zhu Cilang had a smile on his face, but he didn't want to laugh but squeezed out a smile.

"Is it true that you talk to your father like this and criticize him?" Zhu Cixuan asked back.

"My sons dare not blame their father, but Mr. Huang said that there is a wise king in the country who is willing to be loyal ministers. The sons are not only the son of their father, but also the ministers of the emperor. They dare not not be loyal ministers to destroy the wise wisdom of their father." Zhu Hegui said. He also looked at Wu Qi, who was slightly lowered his head, as if an old monk had entered meditation.

Zhu Cixuan reached out and pulled his son up, swept his knees, and said, "Father knows, you can take your brother to play first."

Then Zhu Hegui always bowed to Zhu Cilang reluctantly, and took his ignorant brother Zhu Heqi and retreated.

Zhu Cilang looked at the backs of his two sons disappearing at the door, and then smiled bitterly: "It turns out that those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to Meng are black."

Wu Qing had no choice but to comfort him: "Your Majesty. This is also the talent of the crown prince. How can ordinary people understand these principles at such an age?"

"Sir, don't lie to me," Zhu Cixuan shook his head. "Those prodigy who passed the exam for scholars at the age of seven or eight are not a minority in our court. Which one is not better than him? He was just Huang Daozhou..." Zhu Cixuan looked at the words and said, "It was Huang Daozhou who was encouraged to think that he was a defender."

The Taoist priest is still a compliment at present. Many Confucians are asking for criticism at the emperor's doorstep for this title. There is no longer any confrontation with the emperor in the world, which can better reflect their spiritual character. The emperors will become their tools of martyrdom if they are not careful. They are also very helpless.

However, Zhu Hegui is the crown prince, and he is not a Confucian scholar!

Zhu Cixuan no longer had the mood to chat with Wu Qing, and then he wanted to return to the palace after saying a few words. He knew that many things should not be blamed on Huang Daozhou, especially the calligraphy teacher who made Huang Daozhou the crown prince was indeed his will.

"In fact, the emperor is too generous to the prince, and he is no longer as strict as a father. Children are naturally not afraid." Duan looked at Zhu Heyuan, the third son who was only one year old, who was learning to walk, and gently supported his waist.

Duan's belly was so big that he could not ignore it. The imperial doctor also said that he would have an extra child in about March and April.

——I really hope it is a princess.

Duan thought in his heart.

"Why are you so strict with your son? He is my blood. The key is to make him respect me and love me. Are there fewer people who are afraid of me?" Zhu Cixuan could even sensitively see the awe of himself in the queen's eyes.

Of course, with the arrival of the fourth child, the queen has not had such awe for a long time, and she has a bit of calmness in her words and conversations, and she even laughs at her for the jokes made by the emperor on certain trivial matters in life.

"By the way, why doesn't he admire me?" Zhu Cixuan sat on the bed, looking at the third son who was learning to walk: "Whether it is Gezhizhi, political, strategic and military, I am beyond everyone, right?"

Duan walked slowly to the emperor, blessed his body, and said with a smile: "The emperor is a scholar of the heavens and man, and understands the changes of ancient and modern times. If he says it out of everyone, he will be humble and defamatory."

Zhu Cilang pulled her to sit beside her and suddenly found that the queen's skin was not as tight as when she was newlywed. Time really flies, and time urges people. In a blink of an eye, it was time for her son to question herself.

"It is human nature for children to admire their masters and even deny their parents." Zhu Cixuan remembered that there was such a time in his previous life, and thought that the teacher was right, but his parents didn't understand anything - right? They were busy going to work all day and didn't go to school to class.

"It's good that Your Majesty can comfort himself like this." Duan smiled.

"But this trend is wrong." Zhu Cixuan gently pounded the edge of the bed: "I have worked hard since I was a child. How could I make him a corrupt scholar?"

"It's not a corrupt scholar, right? I heard that Mr. Huang has good character and knowledge." Duan became serious. She was very concerned about her sons' master choice. She refused to let Fang Yizhi come to the Pope of the Crown Prince because she was afraid that Fang Yizhi would teach another King of Ding.

Huang Daozhou was famous. After inquiring with her mother and sister, she told her that this person was hailed as a sage of the world, which was very impressive. Therefore, Duan especially hoped that Huang Daozhou could become the teacher of the crown prince, and finally fulfilled his wish.

"Character and knowledge are important to ordinary people, but Qiu Guan will be the emperor in the future." Zhu Cilang paused and said, "Some people are not suitable to be emperors. At the beginning, I thought of choosing a suitable inheritance from the various philosophers, but as a result, I had to make Qiu Guan the crown prince. Now I can't change it, but I can only teach him well."

Empress Duan lowered her head and sat quietly, and after a long time of silence, she finally said, "Your Majesty, please take a concubine."

"What are you wrong? As soon as I talk about my child's education, you will talk to me about Concubine Tinna." Zhu Cixuan unconsciously used his voice when he was working, which sounded cold.

Nowadays, there are voices of persuading the emperor to accept concubines inside and outside the court. Because of the precedent of Xiaozong, it seems that the emperor did not accept more concubines, which was a stain of disharmony. Fortunately, Empress Duan gave birth to three princes in succession, and each of them was born strong and had no risk of smallpox, and the country's foundation was stable. This did not form a loud noise.

"Don't the emperor think that the prince born to me is not good?" Duan took the blame.

Zhu Cilang was about to explain, but when he saw Duan's bulging abdomen, he endured it again.

"Go to bed early, and you will have an early date tomorrow." Zhu Cixuan turned over to the bed and ended the argument.

"Will the emperor go to court tomorrow?" Queen Duan said coldly, obviously not wanting to give up.

...

When the twelfth lunar month of the fifth year of Longjing, everyone in Beijing wore leather and cotton clothes. All the civil servants of Shuntian Prefecture were sent to the streets to find people who did not change into winter clothes and to control them.

This is a rule set by Li Bangfa, the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture. The purpose is to prevent people from freezing to death by poverty.

If Zhu Cixuan was in his previous life, there would definitely be people talking about this, thinking that the government was too lenient and that people would wear whatever they like to wear and be caught in summer clothes in winter, how would girls go out?

However, in the Ming Dynasty, the government was the second parent. No one thought that the government was lenient in management, but instead thought that the government loved the people.

The only controversy is that the means of care may be a bit excessive.

There were poor people at the feet of the emperor. For those who were found to be poor and unable to live, Shuntian Mansion forced them to send them to Xuanfu, North Korea and other border towns. Although there was food and land there, forcing the people to leave their hometowns was a tragic matter in the world.

"I wrote a letter from my family the day before yesterday that a ship to Ryukyu sank, and only a dozen migrant people survived. It was so miserable." Huang Daozhou looked at the forced migration team staggering on the official road, and looked worried, saying to Jie Xuelong who was coming to see him off.

Jie Xuelong said: "The court must be in a practical way, which is also a matter of forcing oneself to do it. Although it invades the people, it is for the country's century-long plan."

Huang Daozhou was quite helpless and said to himself: "The Holy Lord is above, so naturally he cannot see the suffering of the ants and people. What we can do is to let fewer people die along the way." He paused and said: "Who could have expected that today there would be people who were guilty of poverty? I don't know how the world views us after thousands of years."
To be continued...