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Chapter 1074 Nobody knows, will an accident or tomorrow come first?
Feng Bao was somewhat disappointed with the demons and monsters, and no longer even had the courage to challenge His Majesty.

If His Majesty is too difficult to deal with, then even a thirteen-year-old crown prince wouldn't dare to deal with him?!

I really didn't dare, mainly because I was afraid the emperor would go mad.

The Ming Dynasty had long awaited a good rain, and finally welcomed a wise ruler. If he were to deal with the emperor's family and drive the emperor mad, things would get very serious. Even Zhang Juzheng had to step down, and no one could stop His Majesty.

It is a consensus among the wealthy that things will not repeat themselves as they did at the end of the Hongwu reign. The thing that the ruling class of the Ming Dynasty likes to do most now is to appease His Majesty and prevent him from acting recklessly.

The arrogance they had during the Jiajing era is completely gone.

Regarding the fact that many princes died during the Jiajing era, leaving only Prince Yu in the end, Hai Rui, who returned to Beijing in the first year of the Wanli era, explained it very clearly: the saying "two dragons cannot meet" was merely a compromise to ensure his son's survival.

Zhu Yijun fell ill on the very day he returned to the capital.

After arriving in Jinan, he developed some symptoms of a cold. The chief physicians Chen Shigong and Pang Xian suggested that he should not continue his journey north, but instead stay in Jinan for three to five days to recuperate. They believed that His Majesty's health would be fully restored in three to five days.

The emperor was worried that news of his illness would reach the Northern Court and cause unnecessary trouble, endangering the Crown Prince, the heirs, and the Empress Dowager. So he forced himself to return to the capital. His return to the capital was like returning to his stronghold, giving him certainty. Even ambitious people would not dare to act recklessly.

Such back-and-forth travel, with its arduous journeys, was by no means without cost. Shuntian Prefecture was 2400 li away from Songjiang Prefecture, and the two places had different feng shui and microorganisms. Such travel made the symptoms of acclimatization particularly severe. In addition, Zhu Yijun was very diligent in his duties. All these factors combined, and after a few days, the problem became serious.

After Zhu Yijun returned to the capital despite his illness, he developed a fever of 40 degrees Celsius that very night. This temperature terrified Chen Shigong and Pang Xian. They tried everything they could and spent a full hour trying to calm him down before the fever finally subsided. However, the thing that the chief physician was worried about still happened: his tonsils began to ulcerate and rupture, and he also developed symptoms in his lungs.

Oh no! That was the first thought and idea of ​​the chief physicians.

This was something that had never happened before for His Majesty, who was exceptionally strong and healthy.

The next morning, after Zhu Yijun regained some consciousness, he summoned Zhang Juzheng, Qi Jiguang, Shen Shixing, and Li Rusong to the Imperial Study in Tonghe Palace, where he gave his final instructions. In front of many officials, he wrote out the imperial edict, but did not seal it.

If, unfortunately, the emperor passes away and the crown prince ascends the throne, these four will become regents, assisting the crown prince in leading the Ming Dynasty forward.

"Zhi'er is quite intelligent, but not a genius. If he does anything out of line, I'll have to trouble you all to advise and forgive him." Zhu Yijun leaned back in his chair, his face pale, and coughed lightly twice; his lips had lost all color.

"Your Majesty, I dare to ask, how badly is Your Majesty's health?" Zhang Juzheng had never expected that His Majesty would look so pale after only one day in the palace. He considered countless possibilities, even the idea that the Crown Prince might not be able to wait.

Zhu Yijun shook his head and said, "I overestimated myself. I should have listened to the advice of the chief physician and stayed in Jinan Prefecture instead of making things difficult for the physicians of the Imperial Medical Academy. Just like governing the country, a small illness can turn into a big one."

"Yesterday, it had reached the stage of pneumonia. The outcome will depend on these next few days; it's a 50/50 situation."

Zhu Yijun did not hide his physical condition. At this point, he only felt that there were still too many things to do and he had some regrets, but not many. He had really done his best, and if he had not done well, it was indeed because he was not capable enough.

"I am not as magnanimous as Duke Wencheng and Duke Wending. I am still somewhat unwilling to accept the Dinghai school system, the Yiwei military system, and the land return decree." Zhu Yijun had three unfulfilled wishes: the Dinghai school system, the Yiwei military system, and the land return decree.

There's nothing to worry about with Zhu Changzhi. He's lucky to have such a good mother. Even if Zhu Yijun were to pass away, Wang Yaozhuo would still raise Zhu Changzhi very well.

"Your Majesty is blessed with boundless fortune and is protected by the heavens. Nothing will happen to you." Zhang Juzheng's expression changed several times. The fact that His Majesty said this clearly showed that he was fully aware of the process of the illness's deterioration and that no one had poisoned him. This was what frustrated Zhang Juzheng the most.

"In my entire life, I have only prayed to Heaven for the sake of the people, hoping that the Ming Dynasty would have some good weather and abundant harvests. I have not asked for anything else." Zhu Yijun gave a slightly weak smile, waved his hand and said, "I am tired. I called you here to make arrangements for my affairs after I pass away. If I survive, this imperial edict will still be valid."

Zhu Yijun was a man of his word. The title of Crown Prince had been decided long ago. As long as the Crown Prince did not rebel, Zhu Yijun would not depose him. Shen Shixing and Li Rusong were both trusted advisors of Emperor Wanli and entrusted with the care of the young emperor. There were no better candidates.

As for what drastic changes might occur after his death, that was beyond Zhu Yijun's control; no one could control what happened after their death.

"We take our leave." Seeing that His Majesty was indeed tired, Zhang Juzheng quickly bowed and took his leave, leading the remaining three people out of the Imperial Study.

The emperor did not hide his illness, and the news spread quickly. At first, no one paid attention, because everyone knew that His Majesty liked fishing.

Who knows if the emperor suspected there were treacherous officials in the court and deliberately set a trap for people to fall into?
In early August, Lü Kun and his traitors were executed, but those with ambitions were not yet all dead.

But when Zhang Juzheng left the Marquis of Yicheng's residence, went to the Grand Secretariat, and began to issue memorials to the Six Ministries to prepare for the possibility of the emperor's passing, almost everyone in and around the capital was terrified.

His Majesty is only thirty-two years old, and he's already leaving?! But considering that the emperors of the Ming Dynasty were generally not very old, this speculation immediately caused widespread panic.

Six days later, Qi Jiguang walked out of the General's Mansion and went to the Beida Camp. After arriving at the Beida Camp, Qi Jiguang never came out again. Soon, a transfer order caused everyone's anxiety. Marquis Ningyuan, Li Chengliang, was urgently transferred back to the capital.

On the seventh day, the Yanxinglou Trading House began to close, which meant that the imperial court had made preparations for the emperor's death and even put a pause on the purchase and storage of gold.

On the eighth day, the Beijing garrison began to station itself at the nine key gates of the capital, while the Imperial Guards began to impose martial law around the imperial city. Large fences were pulled out from the watchtowers, closing off the imperial road and some streets, preventing anyone from approaching.

On the ninth day, a cold wind blew through the capital, followed by thunderous roars and dark clouds pressing down on the city. A torrential rain fell like raindrops, creating a sense of impending doom. This heavy rain was known as "Heaven's Cry."

After the Heavenly Cry, all the temples in and around the capital became bustling with worshippers. The wealthy families of Xitu City went to the temples to pray for His Majesty's well-being. This spontaneous behavior quickly reminded people that His Majesty would go to the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests to pray for the well-being of the people every winter when there was no snow.

On the tenth day, the emperor summoned the four regents again and, in their presence, affixed his seal to the imperial edict. If the emperor were to pass away, this would be his will.

"If I don't come out soon, I'm afraid I'll have to meet with you all from my sickbed." Zhu Yijun looked very unwell. He endured the torment of his illness and even made a joke to reassure his ministers.

But no one laughed.

Zhu Yijun waved his hand and said, "No one knows whether an accident or tomorrow will come first. There's no need for you all to be so sad. You may all leave."

When Zhang Juzheng walked out of Tonghe Palace, he remained silent and appeared somewhat lost and dejected.

The emperor was seriously ill, and it wasn't an act, because he had visibly lost a lot of weight. Even the imperial edicts were stamped by the Grand Eunuch Feng Bao, who had been personally stamping them for many years.

"That's my son, and he's so sick! You're stopping me from going in! Feng Bao, you dog servant, how dare you!" Empress Dowager Li stood in front of the Imperial Study, but Feng Bao stopped her from going in to visit him.

Feng Bao stopped his son from getting sick for ten days.

"His Majesty said it's pneumonia, and it's contagious." Feng Bao trembled with fright, knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times before saying this with some sorrow.

Empress Dowager Li had been hearing this reason for ten days. She could tolerate it a few days ago, but today she finally couldn't bear it anymore and was about to lose her temper. But soon, Chen Shigong came out of the imperial study and led Empress Dowager Li into the palace.

"Your Majesty... is seriously ill." Chen Shigong waited until Empress Dowager Li arrived at the bedroom door before tremblingly telling the family about His Majesty's condition.

After meeting with the ministers, the emperor's health began to deteriorate rapidly. His face turned ashen, and even his body temperature dropped rapidly. Just now, His Majesty's body temperature had dropped to 33 degrees Celsius. Humans are warm-blooded animals, not cold-blooded animals. At this temperature, it can be basically declared that the emperor is really going to die.

Upon hearing this, Empress Dowager Li was struck dumb. Her face, which had been flushed with rage, turned deathly pale. She had only two sons, one of whom had gone to Jinshan, and the other was dying. She stared blankly at Chen Shigong, no longer able to hear what he was saying. Her legs gave way, and she sat down on the ground, two streams of tears flowing down her cheeks.

"How could this be? How could this happen?" Empress Dowager Li murmured to herself, not even knowing what she was saying.

Inside the dormitory, Wang Yaozhuo held her husband's hand tightly, rubbing it incessantly. She hoped that the heat from her rubbing would warm her husband's body. She wanted to keep her husband, but his increasingly cold hand made her body tremble uncontrollably.

Zhu Yijun, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. Although he could not see clearly, he still recognized that it was his wife. He wanted to smile and comfort her, but he could not speak. He felt very tired, his eyelids were heavy, and he slowly closed his eyes again.

"Husband!" Wang Yaozhuo naturally noticed this scene. Seeing her husband's eyes close, she was overcome with grief. She couldn't cry out loud, only tears streamed down her face.

The emperor's body temperature seemed to have risen with this awakening, but this situation terrified Pang Xian even more, because it looked like a final burst of energy before death.

All night long, the emperor's body temperature remained around 35 degrees Celsius, but he did not wake up and could not eat or drink anything.

By noon on the eleventh day, the emperor's temperature began to drop again. Pang Xian and Chen Shigong went outside to discuss the illness, but they remained silent, unable to say a word. At this point, they were powerless to reverse the situation.

"Damn it, I deserve to die! If His Majesty wanted to leave, I should have died to stop him." Chen Shigong clenched his fists and angrily slammed his fist against the wall. At that time, the chief physicians asked His Majesty to stay, but His Majesty wanted to leave. The chief physicians could not stop him and felt that His Majesty had always been healthy and would be fine.

This侥幸心理 (a mentality of taking chances) led to such a huge mistake.

"You two chief physicians! His Majesty... His Majesty... Please go in and see him quickly!" A young eunuch rushed out, not paying attention to his footing, and tripped and fell to the ground, still shouting loudly.

Pang Xian and Chen Shigong rushed into the palace. The emperor's body temperature was rising rapidly. In less than a quarter of an hour, his temperature had risen to 42°C, and his heartbeat was accelerating. Even his breathing had become rapid.

Such a terrifying high fever horrified Pang Xian and Chen Shigong. They could only apply ice to His Majesty's forehead to prevent the fever from damaging his brain.

The high fever lasted for a full hour before it finally dropped to 39 degrees Celsius.

"Water." Zhu Yijun slowly opened his eyes. He felt as if his throat was on fire, and his voice was extremely hoarse. He couldn't even understand what he was saying. But Chen Shigong immediately used a spoon to feed the emperor a little bit of warm water, which was boiled water that had been cooled in a sealed container.

On the twelfth and thirteenth days, the emperor spent his time experiencing repeated high fevers and temperature drops, but he was able to drink some sugar water.

"I'm hungry." Zhu Yijun tried to sit up, but he was too weak. He ate some liquid food and then drifted off to sleep again.

On the fifteenth day, Zhu Yijun was able to get out of bed and resume eating. He felt that his body was recovering rapidly and even wanted to deal with two memorials.

As soon as he voiced his request, Wang Yaozhu burst into tears. Helpless, Zhu Yijun had no choice but to rest for another three days.

During these three days, he summoned the ministers who had entrusted him with the care of the young emperor again and told them that he was gradually recovering, which relieved the ministers.

It wasn't until the eighteenth day that he began to read the memorials; by then, they had piled up like a mountain. When the first memorial with the emperor's vermilion annotations arrived at the Grand Secretariat, the imperial guards began to remove the Great Barrier. When the emperor was able to process dozens of memorials a day, the Beijing garrison left through the nine gates and returned to the Northern Camp. Qi Jiguang also left the Northern Camp and returned to the General's Mansion.

It wasn't until the emperor issued an imperial edict to convene a grand court assembly that Zhang Juzheng returned from the cabinet to his residence in Yicheng to collect his sweet potatoes.

On September 23, the Emperor's imperial carriage appeared in front of the Marquis of Yicheng's residence as usual. According to people close to the residence, they saw His Majesty walking with great strides and had fully recovered.

On the 25th, the emperor convened a grand court assembly as scheduled.

To reassure his court officials, Zhu Yijun waited until they were all inside the palace before entering through Chengtian Gate, crossing the Inner Golden Water Bridge, passing through Huangji Gate, climbing the steps, entering Huangji Hall, ascending the platform, and sitting on the dragon throne. Even Zhang Juzheng and Qi Jiguang attended this grand court assembly.

The ministers all saw His Majesty the Emperor; he was visibly thinner, and much thinner indeed.

"Your Majesty, we pay our respects! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

A thunderous roar erupted as the ministers performed a grand ceremony, bowing five times and kowtowing three times, to pay their respects to the emperor. This was a special instruction given by Gao Qiyu, the treacherous and selfish minister in the Ministry of Rites, who insisted that His Majesty's health was still recovering from a serious illness and that the ceremony must be thorough and not simplified.

His Majesty's illness may damage his prestige, so these formalities are meant to inspire awe and respect.

"My illness caused quite a stir among the court officials, creating chaos and trouble for you all. Now that I have recovered, you may resume your normal duties." Zhu Yijun said after settling down and dismissing the officials from formalities, his voice strong and clear.

"I disregarded the doctor's orders and refused to stay in Jinan, thinking I was still young and could handle it. But this illness is truly relentless, and I must follow the doctor's orders. Look at all this commotion; it has delayed so many things. I need to deal with these backlogged memorials slowly, and I ask all ministers to be patient," Zhu Yijun said again.

Due to his health condition, he neglected too many official duties. Fortunately, with the help of his ministers, Zhu Changzhi was able to handle some routine matters; otherwise, he would have owed even more.

"Your Majesty, I request permission to perform the suburban sacrifice, hoping that our ancestors will bless Your Majesty and grant you a full recovery, so that we may comfort them." Zhang Juzheng stepped forward to request the suburban sacrifice, which was to inform the ancestors and the world that His Majesty had fully recovered.

"Approved." Zhu Yijun nodded and said, "Duke of Dingguo."

"Your subject is here," Xu Wenbi stepped forward and bowed his head.

"The suburban sacrifice will still need to be presided over by the Duke of Dingguo." Zhu Yijun instructed the Grand High Priest of the Ming Dynasty to perform the sacrifice at the imperial mausoleum.

"Your Majesty, a ruler serves Heaven and Earth with discernment, in accordance with the principles of Yin and Yang. I request that the altar of the State be used for sacrifices to respectfully inform Heaven and Earth." Shen Li stepped forward, bowing his head to request permission.

"allow."

"Your Majesty, I request to send an envoy to offer sacrifices to the Three Mountains, Four Rivers, and Five Sacred Peaks. Rivers and seas are the greatest of all rivers, and mountains signify a bountiful harvest for the world. I respectfully inform all directions that Your Majesty is in good health." Gao Qiyu stepped forward again, bowed, and requested the sacrifice.

"Isn't this a bit too much trouble?" Zhu Yijun felt that it was going too far. Getting sick had alarmed the ancestors, heaven and earth, and all directions.

"No trouble at all, Your Majesty, I insist." Gao Qiyu bowed again and said stubbornly. His Majesty felt that he had only fallen ill, but the entire Ming Dynasty had been on tenterhooks for more than twenty days. If a sacrifice was not performed, how could the hearts of the people be at ease?

"Alright then, granted." Seeing Gao Qiyu's resolute attitude, Zhu Yijun had no choice but to grant the request.

The ministers present all knew that His Majesty's hesitation stemmed mainly from the feeling that it was too expensive.

Zhu Yijun did not handle state affairs. At this grand court assembly, he only had one thing to do: announce that he was still alive and in good health. After the sacrificial ceremony was finalized, he announced the end of the court session. He still had a large number of memorials waiting for his approval.

After Zhu Yijun finished processing some of the memorials, Zhang Hong seized the opportunity to say, "Your Majesty, Imperial Physician Chen and Imperial Physician Pang have been waiting for a long time."

"Why didn't you say so earlier? Speak up!" Zhu Yijun put down the memorial he was about to review and quickly said.

"Your Majesty, we pay our respects. Your Majesty is well. We are sorry that our medical skills are inadequate and we were unable to save Your Majesty. We deserve to die." Chen Shigong and Pang Xian knelt down as soon as they entered the room to beg for forgiveness. If their medical skills had been better, His Majesty would not have been in danger.

"No need for formalities." Zhu Yijun shook his head and said, "It was I who disobeyed the doctor's orders. You two are my saviors. I heard from Zhang Daban that I was already on the verge of death. How did you manage to survive?"

It's amazing that Da Jian, who was on the verge of death, could actually recover.

"Your Majesty has practiced martial arts since childhood, never stopping even in the face of wind or rain. This time, he was seriously ill for several days and lost thirty pounds," Chen Shigong answered His Majesty's question truthfully.

The chief physicians could only marvel at the miracle of life. They all thought His Majesty was about to die, but he survived the repeated high fevers and recovered quickly. If it weren't for his decades-long dedication to inspecting the troops, this serious illness would probably have taken His Majesty's life.

I lost 30 pounds, and there was something to lose. This time, it wasn't just fat, but also muscle, and mainly muscle.

After the emperor's condition worsened, even his will became blurred, but his body's instincts saved his life.

Zhu Yijun recalled the inflammatory storm he experienced during his previous wisdom tooth extraction, and realized that his body was indeed strong enough.

Pang Xian couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, for the sake of the country and the people, please take care of your health. Your Majesty is already thirty-two years old this year and is in good health, but even the strongest body can't withstand such strain. If you are sick, you should rest."

If Your Majesty were to pass away, it would be hard to say how much of the achievements of the Wanli Reforms could be preserved. Pang Xian's words were already very direct. A true ruler is selfless. Your Majesty's health is not just your own, but also the health of the nation. You really cannot continue to disregard medical advice and act recklessly.

His Majesty is no longer young; he is thirty-two years old.

"The Grand Physician's advice is correct. I will certainly follow the doctor's orders. It was my fault that the world was in turmoil. There will be no next time." Zhu Yijun said with a smile, "When you leave later, each of you will receive a fur coat. I hope the Grand Physician will continue to protect me."

"Your Majesty, we thank you for your great kindness." The two bowed again in gratitude.

The down is made from fine goose feathers, sandwiched with cloth. The finest down from the goose's belly is the best, and the fabric is sealed with crisscrossing stitches.

It refers to down jackets and down comforters. The Ming Dynasty's development of down is gradually maturing, with geese, ducks, and dodos being the most abundant and of the highest quality down.

Zhu Yijun's imperial estate has a dodo bird pen with 220,000 poultry of various kinds raised in enclosed sheds. This single pen alone can earn 30,000 taels of silver for the imperial treasury each year and support the livelihoods of nearly a hundred people.

Zhu Yijun also frequently used the finest items from the collection as gifts.

This thing is still expensive and can't be found in every household. Generally, only the local gentry and the elite can afford to wear it.

As the scale of breeding continues to expand and private poultry farms and breeding techniques become more widespread, costs will gradually decrease. If even ordinary people can afford to buy them, then the Wanli era of prosperity will be truly deserved.

Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation are the livelihood of ordinary people and the major affairs of the nation.

After seeing off the two chief physicians, Zhu Yijun held a memorial in his hand. This memorial was written by Lin Fucheng and Li Zhi, both fifth-rank scholars specializing in natural sciences. It contained seven articles, and the two of them had spent a full five years conducting research and visits to various government-run factories directly under the court.

Compared to before the establishment of the official factory, how have the lives of the artisans changed?

Firstly, artisans had a high enthusiasm for having children, generally having between five and seven. The reason for this phenomenon was that the wages of the artisans were enough to support so many children. Moreover, the official workshops had well-established training classes, elementary schools, middle schools, and artisan schools, and children could enter the training classes from the age of three.

Secondly, the remuneration of artisans has increased significantly. Their income consists of wages, start-up silver, and dividends from the shareholding system. In particular, the dividends from the shareholding system have increased from only six silver dollars per year before the Wanli Reforms to twenty-two silver dollars now, ensuring that the principle of "earning something for one's labor" has been implemented.

Thirdly, the phenomenon of artisans hiring apprentices outside the official factory to work in the factory in their place was greatly changed after Ling Yunyi corrected Wen Chenggong's excessive favoritism. Previously, a large number of artisans hired apprentices from outside the factory to work in the official factory in their place, while they themselves sought other jobs outside the official factory.

This phenomenon has been greatly curbed, which has greatly enhanced the craftsmen's enthusiasm for production.

Fourth, artisans actively participated in politics. The proportion of artisan children taking the imperial examinations, including Xiucai, Juren, and Jinshi, was rising rapidly. In this year's provincial examination, more than 20% of the Juren from Shuntian Prefecture were from artisan backgrounds, which is a gratifying achievement. However, in places without official factories or where official factories were newly established, the proportion of Juren from artisan backgrounds was still not high.

Fifth, the main demands of the resident artisans still focus on three areas: strengthening security at the government factories, increasing wages, and increasing rest time. In particular, regarding security, gambling dens and evil spirits targeting resident artisans are emerging one after another. Increasing the number of retired soldiers enforcing the laws at government factories can improve security at the factories.

The resident artisans worked twelve days a week and rested for one day, which was really too long. Moreover, they had to work at least six hours a day. The work of the resident artisans was very heavy, but the artisans were worried that rest would reduce their pay. They were conflicted about this demand.

Sixth, some of the artisans in the Ming Dynasty have gradually grown old and frail, and some of them are very worried about retiring.

Seventh, the policy of compensation for work-related injuries to craftsmen in the Ming Dynasty was fully implemented. Correspondingly, the craftsmen felt dissatisfied with the increasingly cumbersome "Regulations for Official Factories". There were too many safety production regulations, but the factory's requirements were extremely strict, so they had no choice but to comply.

"This is interesting." Zhu Yijun finished reading the two men's lengthy memorials.

To prevent craftsmen from drinking, they had to walk across a narrow, three-inch-wide, nine-bend log bridge before starting work. If they fell off, they would be punished by not being allowed to work for that half day. Missing half a day's work meant missing half a day's pay.

Some artisans just can't control themselves; during their short lunch break, they sneak in a drink.

Moreover, gambling dens were very common. Around the government factory, there were all kinds of small gambling dens. The law enforcement agencies couldn't catch them all. Later, the government factory implemented a punishment called hanging the gate. Whoever went to gamble would be hung on the gate for a day. It was very effective. Hanging didn't hurt. It was a basket that was hung up.

But sitting on it and receiving criticism from the craftsmen is excessively shameful.

While the government factories were not allowed to use corporal punishment, they were not entirely without recourse against some artisans who repeatedly refused to mend their ways.

Regarding the issue of retirement, the Ministry of Works actually provided a solution: artisans who resided in the factory were registered as artisans and could recommend their sons for entry into the factory. However, if the son was not capable and still failed the selection process despite being recommended, then one could not blame the government and the factory for being heartless.

As for other methods, they are too expensive, and the imperial court cannot afford them at present.

Zhu Yijun made annotations on the issues that the craftsmen were most concerned about in this memorial. For example, the rest time was changed from one day off every twelve days to one day off every six days, and the working hours were reduced from six hours to five hours a day. He said that working for such long hours was useless because people are living beings and will get tired, and tiredness will reduce work efficiency.

Many of the systems here were established in the early days. At that time, the official factories had nothing, not even many craftsmen, so naturally they had to be so burdensome. After so many years of development, the official factories should indeed make some changes.

(End of this chapter)