Farming is a lifelong career that was pursued by the largest population in the Ming Dynasty.

Farm, study, take the imperial examination and become an official, get promoted and make a fortune, buy land, and let people farm for you. This is the lifelong pursuit of the Confucian civil servants who studied for the imperial examination.

When these people own enough fields, they will be separated from production, and their descendants will also be separated from production, forming one exploitative interest group after another.

Put yourself first, then the country.

This is a secret that everyone knows but will never be made public.

And most people will only stay at home first.

As for the country? The Ming Dynasty?

Zhu Yunxi had a gloomy look on his face and sneered: "I remember the snow disaster in Zhejiang Province in the winter of the 24th year of Hongwu. Then the imperial court piloted the practice of allotment of people into acres in Zhejiang Province. At the end of the year, Zhejiang Province received three million yuan in taxes and grains in summer and autumn.

Taxes such as taxes and commercial taxes amounted to millions. Nowadays, there are gifts every year, but it does not make the people cry, and families gradually have food, new clothes, and firewood."

Zhejiang Road has done very well in the past two years, which is obvious to all inside and outside the government. In the past two years, due to the conquest of Jiaozhi Road and the construction of Changhua Port, Qiantang Port has also expanded several times. Every day, not only the transportation from Jiaozhi Road is handled,

There are also goods coming from Guangxi, Guangdong, Yunnan and other southeastern provinces.

There are also many overseas merchants from the West. They not only come to Longwan Wharf outside Yingtian City, but also go to Qiantang Port to unload goods.

But at this time, when Zhu Yunxi mentioned the Zhejiang Road incident, the faces of the civil servants present became tense.

The officials' eyes began to look a little dishonest.

The emperor's grandson's mention of old matters at this time is clearly referring to current matters.

I'm afraid, the next step is to illustrate the long-standing shortcomings of the country.

There was a slight cough in the hall.

Zhu Yunxi turned the white jade wrench, and there was already a groove on it caused by practicing bow stringing.

He looked at the humerus in front of him.

"The Ming Dynasty is very big. This sentence has been mentioned many times in many places."

It was already mentioned in the East Palace Academy in the 24th year of Hongwu.

Zhai Shan and others were thinking silently.

Those things have finally been revealed slowly over the past two years, and they are not a secret.

Zhu Yunxi continued: "But the Ming Dynasty is so big, why do people still have enough to eat and wear warm clothes whenever there is a natural disaster, and even end up in a situation where their wives and children are separated? Dear gentlemen, have you ever thought about it?"

Thought about it.

I just can’t say it!

In the Wenyuan Pavilion, which was warmed by burning incense charcoal, the officials' heads were lowered, and no one dared to speak at this time.

Not only did they think about it, but they also gave in-depth guidance as to why.

Zhu Yunxi sneered: "Everyone says that the times make heroes. Ever since Chen defeated Wu Guang, princes, generals, and ministers have always had the right to be at peace with each other. This kind of statement has become popular all over the world. But what is the current situation? It's just that the court is incompetent and the people can't have enough to eat.

.Since we can’t have enough to eat, rebellion is not an unforgivable thing.”

In the hall, Zhu Yunxi's voice was very calm, without any waves or anger, as if he was just telling a very ordinary thing.

However, the officials became more and more restless, with a ray of light on their backs.

Since they could no longer sit still, the officials hid the sweat on their foreheads and knelt on the ground.

"I am incompetent."

"I await the death penalty."

Zhu Yunxi straightened his upper body, put his hands on his knees, leaned forward, and looked down at the officials.

"You are not wrong. You have done a good job. It is Gu's fault, it is my Zhu family's fault, and it is God's fault."

Zhai Shan and others suddenly raised their heads, with frightened expressions on their faces and trembling eyes.

"I'm waiting..."

"No need to explain!" Zhu Yunxi finally raised his voice slightly: "You, the people, all think so."

"If the Han Dynasty is governed by inaction, then the world's warehouses will be full, money will rot, and grain will be infested with insects.

In the Tang Dynasty, Zhenguan's literary and martial arts opened up the Central Plains, and all beggars in the Central Plains were not subject to foreign aid.

The Song Dynasty and the scholars shared the world, and the trade routes were vast and accounted for half of the country. Even after the Liao and Western Xia were destroyed, there was still a state of Zuo."

There was a touch of contempt on the corner of Zhu Yunxi's mouth: "There are merits and demerits, and the king and his ministers are distracted. Who has the merit and who has the fault?"

In Wenyuan Pavilion, three-legged lotus petals sit on the charcoal stove, which is burning even more prosperously.

However, the officials were feeling cold all over and sweating on their backs.

"I am waiting for death, but I would never dare to let your father suffer. Your father authorized me, but the disasters in the world are all due to my incompetence."

Inside the palace, apart from the officials' pleas of apology, there was silence. The only sound of snow falling to the ground outside the window could be heard.

Xie Jin, who stood aside and held the memorial in his hand, nodded silently.

The emperor's grandson is becoming more and more different.

Zhu Yunxi's eyes were as deep as ink and he said: "The merits and demerits are not yours to say, nor are you alone to say them. They are left to Zhaozhao Qingshi to say. What future generations say will all be said today. I cannot control the mouths of future generations.

But now that I am in charge of overseeing the country for the Holy Emperor, I cannot allow future generations to humiliate the Holy Emperor!"

When the officials heard this, they suddenly breathed a sigh of relief silently.

Although the words of the emperor's grandson became more and more harsh, the most terrible thing was that he did not mention the purpose and requirements.

But now, as long as you can put forward your goals and requirements, it won't be a problem.

Zhai Shan raised his head, with a solemn face, and spoke on behalf of the civil servants: "I will share the emperor's salary and share his worries. Although the snow is heavy this winter, but the court is united and united, God will surely know and protect me.

For the people of the dynasty, the emperor and his father govern with benevolence."

Zhu Yunxi snorted: "You are all people who have witnessed the Ming Dynasty from its inception to the present, and I will give you this honor today.

The imperial court wants a heart. I don’t need to teach you where to put this heart.

You are the foundation of my Zhu family's society, and the people are also the root of my family's society. If my family does not want to be a duckweed without roots, no one should try to do that.

Local governments, officials, gentry, merchants, common people, and the court must have a balance, and don't lose big for small things.

When you went back today, you also warned your family not to interfere in things that should not be touched. One hundred thousand troops from Beijing are now deployed in various places. They are the knives in my family's hands.

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But I want to tell you that this knife is no longer in my hands. Where the knife edge falls depends on whether you want this dignity!"

Jie Jin lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Yu Xin, Wang Jun and others were all weak, while Ren Hengtai, Ru Yu and others shouted in their hearts, leaving Zhai Shan staring at the suddenly murderous emperor grandson with wide eyes.

You know it’s not that simple to use the Beijing army!

From the beginning, this incident was not to relieve Xueqing, nor was it to suppress the power of civil servants in the court.

From the very beginning, this thing was about killing people!

The sword in the hands of the imperial family has now left the capital, but has it ever left its hand? Where it ends up depends entirely on what the person holding the sword thinks.

After beating.

Zhu Yunxi nodded, leaned back, and looked out the light-transmitting window: "Let's all go home early. The snow is heavy, so walk slower."

The officials looked at each other, and finally suppressed their uneasiness, carefully stood up, bowed their heads and retreated silently.

When the palace door was opened, the wind and snow outside the palace poured in.

Zhu Yunxi had leaned back on the armchair and closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep due to the hard work of state affairs, but there was a sound in his throat.

"Grandpa Huang said that my family started from the common people."

"The Beijing army can move, and the pro-army can also move."

"Everyone,"

"Walk slowly..."

The officials who had just retreated to the palace gate and turned around couldn't help but feel as if their legs were filled with lead and their limbs were stiff when they heard the words coming from behind.

The emperor's grandson is right.

He has given everyone a decent choice. If they don't want dignity, everyone knows what will happen.

The left and right are just one example in the line of numbers in the clear history mentioned by the emperor's grandson. No one will pay attention or pity, and if you die, you will die.

The officials walked out of Wenyuan Pavilion in a daze.

When the last official of the Six Books and Three Laws Department walked out of the palace, the sound of the palace servant closing the palace door came from behind.

Zhai Shan put his hands in his sleeves and stood on the corridor in front of the palace door, looking up at the gloomy sky with non-stop snowfall.

"Everyone, what do you mean by His Highness's words today?" Wang Jun saw several ministers stopped in the corridor, he frowned and asked in a low voice, not forgetting to carefully glance back at the closed palace door.
To be continued...