Daming heir

Chapter 209
The small study room in the East Palace always requires everyone who walks in to maintain the utmost restraint and calmness.

The room is full of books and state affairs memorials over the years, just like a big mountain, making people feel that the mountain is pressing on them when they walk in.

The prince's personal eunuch and Zhu Yunxie's current personal eunuch Yu Tian, ​​with two rounds of age difference, stood side by side outside the small study.

Zhu Yunxi followed Zhu Biao into the small study.

Zhu Yunxi pushed the wheelchair, and Zhu Biao, who was sitting in the wheelchair, looked up at the study that had accommodated him for more than 20 years.

Everything was the same as when he first entered the East Palace, and it was exactly the same as when he left Beijing for a tour of the west last year.

It's just that there are several piles of newly added copies of the memorial on the front shelf of the state memorial.

"Have you seen all of them?"

Zhu Biao sat in a wheelchair, pointed to the piles of new memorials, and looked back at his son.

Zhu Yunxi nodded: "My son always feels that state affairs, no matter how big or small, are always as important as ten thousand pounds, and he dare not slack off easily, only the solemn and solemn parts can be read."

Zhu Biao nodded in satisfaction, and glanced at the desk piled with paper books.

Come to think of it, these are the remnants of my son reading state affairs memorials here these days, sorting out and transcribing the manuscripts in his heart.

He waved his hand again, pointing to another tea table arranged in front of a low window.

Zhu Yunxi smiled, and pushed his father to the tea table. After confirming the seat for his father, he sat on the opposite side, and he could see out of the window by looking sideways, the small green bamboo in the corner of the wall, Winter plum, green pine.

No matter the season, the green bamboo is always green like spring, and the green pine will never fall down.

Only Dongmei quietly returns to loneliness in this spring day, sucking the fertility under her body silently, preparing for the next winter day to bloom again.

Every day in the small study, Gong'e, the servant of the East Palace, would come in to sweep and clean it up, and would also prepare mountain spring water brought back from outside the city for the small study.

A pot of mountain spring is slowly cooking on the stove.

Zhu Yunxi has already started to brew new tea, and prepared slowly and carefully according to the steps, calmly and lightly, as if the most outstanding academician is cooking a cup of disciple tea for the most noble gentleman.

Zhu Biao clasped his hands in front of his belly, his eyes flickering faintly, calmly lowering his head and watching what his son in front of him did just to brew a cup of tea soup.

"Last year was the first time you offered advice on community affairs. I remember it was to raise money and food for the old man's Longevity Festival. You proposed the reorganization of the inn."

Zhu Yunxi, who had cleaned up the teacup and picked up this year's new tea, raised his head to look at Zhu Biao: "Go back to father, that's the matter."

Zhu Biao nodded: "Now that I think about it, it is also a wonderful pen. Now all the roads in the world have steadily promoted the reform of the post station. Stamps are entrusted to the family of the people, and merchants are convenient for living and stocking. The northern roads have resettled thousands of disabled old soldiers. What do you imagine? Everything is happening slowly."

Zhu Yunxi was a little reluctant to believe what he heard. He felt that the reason why his father chose to come back suddenly today must have figured it out or let go of the fact that Lu's family was given to death and his second child was imprisoned in Fengyang.

Only by returning to the East Palace can it be regarded as closing the door and talking about his own affairs.

However, what he didn't expect was that after Zhu Biao came back, he first expressed his emotions to the people around him. When he went to the small study, the first thing he talked about was also the affairs of the country and society.

Seeing that his son did not speak, Zhu Biao smiled silently: "This thing is done very well. Speaking of it, you may not know one thing. Hebei, Shanxi, Shaanxi, Liaodong Dusi, Beiping Dusi, Shanxi Xingdusi, Aoerdusi, now They have already begun to resettle disabled old soldiers to serve as officials in the prefectural and county yamen.”

Finally, Zhu Yunxi felt a wave of turmoil in his heart, his eyes were a little panicked, and he immediately came to his senses, and looked at Zhu Biao with a wry smile: "Father and grandpa can see it."

He used an affirmative sentence.

Zhu Biao still nodded his head lightly: "Since you can use disabled old soldiers to be resettled in post stations, it is natural that you have planned to let more disabled old soldiers enter the government offices of various provinces and counties in the world to act as officials."

Zhu Yunxi sighed a little, and said in a low voice: "Using them, our family will feel more at ease..."

"Yes, our family will feel more at ease!" Zhu Biao sighed, then squinted at the white smoke of water vapor rising in front of him, and coughed lightly: "The water is boiling."

Zhu Yunxi shook, and hurriedly started brewing new tea.

But Zhu Biao continued: "The local officials are controlled by the squires and clans. If the officials of the imperial court want to do things, they always have to worship the wharf. The evil officials have power in their hands and can oppress the people at will. I will be grateful, even if I bully and corrupt ink, I will always be better than those local people."

Greedy ink is forbidden, and Zhu Biao has always believed that it is related to the instinct of human nature, compared with the old man who thinks that he can kill all the ink-hungry people in the world.

Zhu Yunxie had already brewed the tea at this moment, and there was no need to discard the first brewed tea soup for the new tribute tea. There was some golden tea soup in the emerald green, swirling in the white tea cup, and he brought it to Zhu Biao.

He also said: "Great ink, the old soldier is grateful. It doesn't matter if you can do less evil. After all, my family still needs to employ people. Just to avoid the emergence of new local forces, my son thought that even Officials should also set an annual rotation to change their posts in prefectures and counties."

Only by allowing officials to flow so that they cannot hold on to one place for a long time, they will not be able to stably root into the soil.

Zhu Biao nodded: "I will tell the old man about this matter, and I always have to find an opportunity to start."

As he spoke, Zhu Biao picked up the teacup and took a sip gently. The tea soup stayed in his mouth for half a moment, being compressed to fill the entire mouth, and then he slowly swallowed it.

Opening his mouth slightly, a scent of tea wafted out.

Zhu Biao nodded in satisfaction: "The brewing technique is not bad."

However, Zhu Yunxi was a little dissatisfied. This was a technique he had learned after spending several days with Fang Xiaoru last year, and he only got one pass.

He changed the subject and said, "Father intends to return to the court?"

Zhu Biao drank the tea soup in the teacup in three sips, then held the teacup in his hand, staring at Zhu Yunxi silently.

This made the words that were about to continue to speak, and to shirk the burden on himself, blocked.

Zhu Biao said quietly: "The monarch's majesty and demeanor must not be lost. Let alone desecrate the hall with a crippled body."

"I don't think this is what my father is thinking..." Zhu Yunxi suddenly replied, imitating his father's tone.

Zhu Biao smiled helplessly: "You, your heart is becoming more and more like a mirror. We just feel that, now that we are like this, we can suddenly see the situation of our Ming Dynasty better. Things that we have never been able to figure out in the past, at this time You can also figure it out. With the help of the old man at the front and sitting in the court, you can also let it go. Let's look more and think more."

Zhu Yunxi curled his lips, and said with a little resentment: "You're trying to pick someone up. My son has recently researched a new thing that can hold you up and let you exercise your legs slowly. Now that spring is here, the climate is gradually warming up. Are you slowly Just practice slowly."

Zhu Biao frowned slightly, and brought the teacup in his hand to his son, and said: "A few days ago, the envoy of the Shanyuan came to diagnose us, saying that it was our two legs, and the recovery was beyond his expectation."

Zhu Yunxi echoed: "The envoy of the Shanyuan will never tell lies. Later, my son will send you what he made."

Zhu Biao nodded, as if he was very happy because his son specially prepared another gift for himself.

Then he said relaxedly: "That Xia Yuanji is a talent, and he is personally handling all the progress of the Zhejiang Daoist Project."

Zhu Yunxi hummed: "Xia Weizhe has been in the household department since he became an official. He is quite proficient in arithmetic and has a lot of insights in economics. At present, Zhejiang Road first checks the acres of land and counts the number of merchants, and then implements administrative orders.

A few days ago, before returning to Beijing, my son added an item that the Department of Land and Mu and the Department of Merchants should be set up in Zhejiang Province, and the government offices of land and merchants in Zhejiang Province should be established, especially for newly reclaimed fields and new merchants in the future. The registration and bookkeeping also avoids the occurrence of deception and new additions in the localities in the future. "

"Land mother department, merchant department..." Zhu Biao frowned and muttered.

Zhu Yunxie explained softly: "They are all hung under the household department and directly under the jurisdiction of the household department. They only exercise the power of supervision and registration on weekdays. The collection of taxes still has to be handled by the government office of Zhejiang Province. Afterwards, they will be handed over to the two divisions to send them back to Beijing. .”

"As for the things in Zhejiang, you can do it if you think it is feasible, and the old man will support you in everything." Zhu Biao commented.

He felt that Zhejiang Province is now carrying out tax reforms, and it is necessary to add two new supervisory offices.

Especially for the monitoring and registration of new tax sources, this is related to the Ming Dynasty's population growth and avoiding the situation that taxes will never change.

The tea soup has reached the third brew.

The taste has just begun to become lighter.

Zhu Yunxie drank a cup, started the fourth brew, and read in his mouth: "Now Zhejiang Dao is plowing and planting in spring, and the mulberry leaves are gradually growing. There are decoctions, and there are hundreds of them that he cut down. The heads of the army are shocked, and the guards in Zhejiang are not in chaos, then there will be no rebound in the local area. As long as the summer grain is put into storage this year, the autumn grain is harvested, and the silkworms are full and silky. There will be no more noise on Zhejiang Road. Let them return to court with this experience."

Zhu Biao, who had been the audience for a while, nodded again and again, then put down the teacup he had just picked up, and looked at his son sitting in front of him, full of heroic spirit, with flickering eyes.

"Yesterday at Laoshan Huangzhuang, you took the opportunity to reprimand the head of the Ministry of Industry. What is your intention?"

Clap la la la.

The spring breeze is always gentle, but it also resembles the temper of a little girl from the south of the Yangtze River, and suddenly becomes restless.

With the no longer gentle wind, a few pea-sized raindrops fell on the mud outside the window.

Then, the rain became heavier and heavier.

The sky was dark and full of clouds.

Zhu Yunxi's mind suddenly tightened. After his father exposed his thoughts on the transfer of military officials, it was hard for him to believe that his father would not realize why he reprimanded those two unlucky workers from the Ministry of Industry for no reason.

At this time, Zhu Biao did not disappoint his son.

His eyes were ambiguous and profound, staring at Zhu Yunxi vaguely.

This made him feel even more furious.

Zhu Biao said quietly: "Do you want to do something on top of the imperial examination?"

(End of this chapter)