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Chapter 871 Kaixuan wants to wear new clothes, just like it’s Chinese New Year!
Zhang Juzheng, the chief architect of the Wanli Reform, the imperial tutor, the Grand Tutor of the Ming Dynasty, the Left Pillar of the State, the Marquis of Yicheng, the Grand Secretary of the Wenyuan Pavilion, and the Minister of Personnel, was extremely pessimistic about the Wanli Reform at first. What Gao Gong, Yang Bo, Wang Chonggu, Ge Shouli, Lu Shusheng and others said made sense.

Throughout history, no reform movement has ever ended well, and has always been unable to avoid the tragic ending of the death of the leader and the demise of the regime. The reasons behind this are intricate and difficult to explain, but judging from historical experience and lessons, those who advised him not to carry out reforms were right.

The Reform Movement of 1898 was divided into two types: self-strengthening reform and weakening reform.

Self-strengthening reforms are self-salvation for the country to save the nation and revive the country in the face of difficult-to-resolve contradictions that threaten the country and its people. However, there is often a lack of strong successors to ensure the success of the reforms, which ultimately leads to the failure of self-strengthening reforms.

This was particularly evident in the new laws of the Song Dynasty. The emperor instituted reforms, and as soon as the emperor died, the empress dowager stepped in and appointed conservatives. The Song Dynasty went to its demise amid this kind of frequent changes in its policies.

The weakening type of reform is actually the division of spoils. After the new emperor takes office, in order to consolidate his position and power, he chooses to divide up the legacy of his ancestors in a robbery-like manner and finally completes the reform. This type of reform is usually successful because everyone is happy to share the benefits.

For example, there was widespread abandonment of land and the promotion of culture and martial arts during the Renzong and Xuanzong periods, but Emperor Xuanzong still did not give up maritime trade until the ninth year of Xuande. During the seventh voyage to the West, Zheng He passed away, but Emperor Xuanzong found a successor for Zheng He, Wang Jinghong, and successfully completed the mission to Southeast Asia in the ninth year of Xuande.

Maritime trade is your money bag. Only if you have money can you rely on your economic status to strengthen your military. Otherwise, if you have no money and no food, just shouting slogans will not seem to work.

Unfortunately, all of this happened during the Zhengtong period when the ruler was young and the country was in chaos, and nothing was left of the legacy of the Hongwu and Yongle periods.

The weakening type of reform based on dividing the spoils was actually more obvious during the reign of Emperor Xiaozong.

During the reign of Emperor Xiaozong, even land and land taxes were given up, and the amount of land in the world was reduced to 400 million hectares, or million mu. If Xiaozong had gained something in return, such as no longer having widespread opposition to opening the sea by giving in to land taxes, it would have been considered a success, but Xiaozong gained nothing.

Self-strengthening and self-weakening reforms always appear alternately, showing the characteristics of a spiral upward in contradiction.

Even though he knew the inevitable outcome would be failure, Zhang Juzheng still did it. He might lose if he did it, but he would definitely die if he didn't do it.

The imperial court had an annual revenue of five to six million silver coins, but all the financial resources could only last for three months. Moreover, the frontier troops and clan salaries were cut again and again. If the Ming Dynasty did not reform, it would be impoverished.

Some people will think, why me? Some people will think, why not me?
Some people are alive but already dead, and some people are dead but live forever.

Zhu Yijun was sitting on a speeding train, looking at the endless rows of houses outside the window, his heart filled with emotion. The whistle of the Shengping steam engine resounded between heaven and earth, waking up flocks of sparrows. When spring comes and flowers bloom, these locust-eating sparrows begin to become active. In the fields, farmers cracked their whips and drove their cattle to plow the fields.

At the beginning, the doctors of the Academy of Gewu believed that sparrows were pests that stole grains, which was also a stereotype among farmers. Later, after extensive sampling and in-depth investigation, they obtained sparrow chicks from many places in the north of the Ming Dynasty. They dissected the chicks and found that 70% of their food was locusts, 10% was aphids, 10% was moths, and the remaining 10% was grains.

This surprised the doctors at the Institute of Gewu very much. It turned out that this little thing was so powerful that it could give birth to three or four nests a year, and each nest could lay five or six eggs. A nest of sparrows could eat more than 20,000 various insects. After long-term observation, the Institute of Gewu found that if you give a sparrow a handful of food, the pests it kills can increase the production of five handfuls of food.

Finally, the Gewu Academy came to the conclusion that there was no need to worry about it, just let it be. Sparrows were flying everywhere, and if there was less food they would starve to death, and if there was more food they would naturally reproduce. Not interfering was the best interference.

This is why it is important for those who practice it to be faithful. If you don’t observe it carefully, you may think that the sparrows are stealing food from people.

Of course, in the eyes of some opinionated people, studying sparrows and studying how to plant trees on the Loess Plateau are a waste of national treasury. It would be better to stop and wait for the people of the Ming Dynasty.

With this money, the government could invest it in the Dinghai school system. Although the national treasury has money, it cannot be wasted like this. It would be a waste of time.

There were actually quite a few criticisms of this kind, but Zhu Yijun never responded, and the doctors of the Gewu School were too lazy to pay attention to them. If the doctors paid attention to them, they would win.

If we grade them according to the standards of the inferior Confucian scholars, the efforts of Pan Jixun and others would be alienated.

If the Yellow River is not managed well, every time this turbid dragon swings its tail, countless lives will be lost. If we don't grow pasture and consolidate the soil and water, we won't be able to plant trees or restore the vegetation on the Loess Plateau. The method of controlling water and flushing sand is only a temporary solution, while planting trees is the fundamental solution.

The lowly Confucians do not regard the poor and laboring people as human beings at all. What they believe in is that all beings are equal above themselves and there is a strict hierarchy below themselves. Some scholars and officials do not even regard the local wise men and gentry as human beings.

The train finally entered Tianjin and went directly to Tanggu Port. The direct train from Tanggu to the capital was designed to facilitate the mobilization of military supplies.

Even though there was a freezing period, 90% of the military supplies for the war against the Japanese pirates in Korea were transported by sea. This was one of the reasons why the Ming Dynasty was able to cross the sea and attack. The development of shipping technology provided support for the Ming Dynasty to completely eliminate the Japanese threat.

When Zhu Yijun arrived at Tanggu Port, it was the port's opening day. The ice in the Bohai Bay had all melted, and the sails were floating on the sea like white clouds. Various fishing boats began to go out to sea to fish, leaving long white wakes on the sea, and seabirds were soaring around the masts.

Zhao Mengyou, the commander of the Ming Dynasty, took over all the defenses of Jiaolaotai and began to conduct a thorough inspection of the Jiaolaotai, wishing to check every pillar. This was the emperor's public schedule. If the rebels wanted to assassinate the emperor, the prime minister, or the general, this was the best opportunity.

Zhao Mengyou found nothing unusual, and there was no gunpowder hidden in some invisible corner.

Zhao Mengyou has carried out security work for such large-scale events many times. Even though he is experienced, he did not relax at all. His Majesty has just increased the salary of the Duntai Yuanhou and the coastal defense inspectors. Most of the Tiqi were born in these scouts. If they don't protect His Majesty well, who will give them more money in the future?
Just like the military generals, they must give Gao Qiyu glory.

The next morning, God was very kind. The sea fog had just dissipated in the Bohai Bay, and the sky turned pale. The morning glow was filled with golden rays of light, which were scattered on the sparkling sea. Where the sea and the sky met, a row of tiny black dots first appeared. They were all masts of Ming warships. As the morning mist gradually dissipated, the black dots gradually revealed their majestic outlines.

The Ming Dynasty’s capital army and navy returned victoriously.

On the second day of March, the Ming army had already arrived in Lushun and stayed in the port of Lushun for several days. They had to bathe and change clothes when meeting the emperor, mainly to clean the ship, inside and out, because the Ming army had not been notified whether His Majesty would go on board for a visit.

The Ministry of Rites gave the Ming army a tough task.

The Ministry of Rites designed a set of formal dresses and prepared one for all the Ming army. It was a standard dress designed according to different heights and weights. This set of formal dresses was eventually approved by the emperor and distributed to the entire army. The victorious soldiers had to wear new clothes, just like celebrating the New Year!
The Ming Dynasty's Beijing camp had entered the era of firearms. Having soldiers wear beautiful clothes and good-looking uniforms was a way to rally morale, just like the symbolic meanings of the round dragon flag, three-inch round dragon flag sticker, drums, and trumpets. These were symbols and signs that boosted morale.

Therefore, the Ministry of Rites attached great importance to this, quoted classics, racked their brains, and designed a new dress, which won the emperor's high approval.

Clothing itself is a symbol of culture and civilization, and the distribution of the new military uniforms of the Ming Dynasty cost nearly 400,000 silver coins from the treasury, representing the emperor's determination to strengthen the military.

This was still a little difficult for the Ming soldiers to adapt to. Most of them thought: Your Majesty is preparing to rebel, otherwise why would he treat them so well?
It is not an exaggeration to say that giving soldiers a new piece of clothing would make them grateful for the emperor's kindness. Even Qi Jiguang agreed with the saying that those who are good at fighting will be punished.

This was said by Mencius, because war is bound to result in casualties. Although a good warrior can defeat the enemy and please the ruler, he may also cause harm to civilians and kill people, which is what is called leading the people to eat human flesh, and he should be punished.

Is it great to be able to win a war? Isn't it still a murderer?
Qi Jiguang himself was not warlike. He would rather have no place to use his military skills than have the Ming Dynasty be engulfed in war. But in the past, what made him despair was that there were places for him to use his military skills everywhere in the Ming Dynasty, but he was unable to use them.

It is part of benevolent government that those who are good at fighting accept their punishment. Under the influence of this benevolent government, winning a battle is not only a benevolent thing, but also becomes correct in a sense.

Therefore, the triumphant soldiers were greatly surprised; this courtesy was truly too grand.

In addition to giving enough rewards, Your Majesty established a Martyrs' Shrine for the loyal martyrs who died on the battlefield, and published the Records of the Eastern Expedition of the Ming Army and the Records of the Heroes of the Eastern Expedition throughout the country, and wrote books for ordinary people. Your Majesty personally came to Tianjin to welcome the triumphant soldiers, and now he has also distributed uniforms.

This is definitely a rebellion! Otherwise it doesn't make sense at all!
The new formal dress of the Beijing camp is a law established by our ancestors. This was said by the Minister of Rites Shen Li in response to the questioning of the censor and the six officials. The words "a law established by our ancestors" almost choked the censor to death.

The Ministry of Rites always talks about the laws established by ancestors, making the censors look like traitors, as if they are questioning the foundation of the Ming Dynasty.

The censor really didn't mean that. The main reason was that this matter was a bit too unpopular. It happened one hundred and seventy years ago. The Ming army had no military uniforms for one hundred and seventy years. It had long become a dormant article, but it was finally dug up by the Ministry of Rites.

This is why the bureaucratic system advocates 'don't let professionals take care of things they are good at', because once professionals are in charge, they will control the power.

During the Hongwu period, there was a military uniform called the Mandarin Duck Battle Jacket. That is, in the first year of Hongwu, an order was issued to make clothes with different colors inside and outside, which were called the Mandarin Duck Battle Jacket. In the twenty-first and twenty-sixth years, according to the new military titles, the battle jackets for standard-bearers, guards, strongmen, and knights were re-determined.

The Yuanyang battle jacket is a jacket that is knee-length, with narrow sleeves and is filled with cotton. It is a jacket that is knee-length and has narrow sleeves. Knights wear it with a double-breasted collar, which is convenient for riding.

Since it was the ancestral rule, the Ministry of Rites began to design the new dress with extra care. After carefully consulting the emperor, they formulated the standards for the new military uniforms, which followed the ancestral rule of knee-length and narrow sleeves, but were redesigned to suit the new situation of the Wanli Reform.

For example, the Liujia Divine Helmet Tassel Flying Saucer Hat was made into a wide-brimmed hat. The flying saucer hat is made entirely of iron, and one can complete a full set of outfit. It not only achieves the purpose but also saves some money. The wide-brimmed hat, plus the general habit of shaving the head in the army, makes the soldiers look very spirited.

The ribbon is a symbol of honor, and colors and patterns are often used to distinguish different identities.

The first version of the Ministry of Rites proposed a large ribbon shaped like a peacock's tail, but the emperor felt it was a bit cumbersome. This colorful ribbon hung behind his buttocks, a bit like a butt curtain, and was inconvenient to move around in, which was inconsistent with the army's swift and decisive style.

The Ministry of Rites kept submitting revision plans, and finally chose the shoulder ribbon from among the large ribbon, pendant ribbon, rear ribbon, side ribbon, etc. None of the Ming soldiers had droopy shoulders, and wearing the shoulder ribbon made them look particularly energetic.

The overall idea of ​​knee-length and narrow sleeves has not changed, but worsted wool was chosen as the fabric. One disadvantage of worsted wool is that it is expensive and can even be used as currency like silk. Apart from that, it has all advantages, such as neat pattern, easy to color, positive color, wrinkle-proof and wear-resistant, etc.

A fine woolen cloak made in the second year of the Wanli reign could still be worn in the seventeenth year of the Wanli reign.

The black pants and black leather boots created a solemn and murderous atmosphere. Finally, after several communications between the Ministry of Rites of the Ming Dynasty and the emperor, the style of the dress was determined and mass production began. The first person to try it on was the Ming emperor himself.

Zhu Yijun tried on two styles and was a little embarrassed. He didn't know which one to choose. He thought both looked good, so he decided to make the Beijing Army and the Navy different and let the soldiers see and choose for themselves. (New formal dresses of the Ming Dynasty. Welcome all ministers of rites to upload pictures to see if there are better-looking dresses.)
An imperial censor carefully reminded His Majesty that the dress was too expensive. If the generals could afford it, wouldn't it be possible to bankrupt the treasury if every soldier had to have a dress? A dress cost two silver coins, so it would be better to just give them silver.

Zhu Yijun replied to the censor in red: Silver must be distributed, and uniforms must also be distributed. I have money, so I am willing to re-dress the soldiers!
The ships began to slowly approach the port. Countless ships were loaded with triumphant soldiers. They bathed and changed their clothes to wash away the blood, but they could not wash away the solemn and murderous aura that came from returning from the battlefield.

The port was already crowded with people. There had been news since the year before that the emperor would be demoted to a suburban laborer. Three days ago, the news that the Ming army, which had won nine victories in the eastern expedition, had arrived at Port Arthur had already reached Tianjin.

The people of Tianjin spontaneously flocked to the docks, merchants simply closed their businesses, students all suspended classes, and even young ladies who usually stayed at home, accompanied by their families, crowded on the makeshift stands and looked out at the sea.

Hawkers moved among the crowd, hawking hot buns and freshly brewed rice wine. The air was filled with a unique aroma of food mixed with the smell of the sea.

"Look, it's the Youlong!" A naughty boy riding on his father's neck pointed at the sea and shouted loudly. The crowd suddenly became agitated, and everyone stood on tiptoe and stretched their necks to look at the sea.

The fast sailing ship Youlong appeared intact on the sea, with its huge sail covering the hull. As the sail continued to lower, the 33-meter-long hull was revealed. The people of Tianjin could see Youlong every October, but every time they saw such a behemoth on the sea, they were still sincerely amazed. This was the Ming Dynasty Navy.

A large flag was hoisted on the Youlong. On the red flag with a gold border, a dragon was embroidered, fluttering in the sea breeze. Below the flagpole, rows of soldiers in new uniforms lined up in neat formation. The Great Ming Army was a glorious force, which was Qi Jiguang's promise to the emperor. He did it, just as His Majesty fulfilled his promise, with golden weapons and iron horses, and the courage to swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.

The thirty-six makeshift drum towers at the port erupted with deafening drum beats. Thirty-six cowhide drums were beaten at the same time. The sound waves rolled across the sea like thunder, sweeping across the crowd. The salutes began to roar intensively, eighteen times each, for a total of eighteen times.

Soon, the sound of drums came from the sea, and the warships began to fire salutes. The rumbling sound of the cannons was deafening. It was a response to the drums and cannons on land. The birds perched on the masts flew up in fear, drawing messy tracks in the sky.

Zhu Yijun saw the arrival of the fast sailing ship and the five-masted ocean-going ship at the Tide-Watching Pavilion, and began to go downstairs and walk towards the port.

Shen Li wanted to stop them, because according to etiquette, the emperor should wait in the octagonal pavilion of Jiao Laotai for an audience with the general, but the emperor did not follow the established procedure at all, but went directly to the port.

Queen Wang Yaozhuo did not care about the emperor's extraordinary behavior. She was not Empress Dowager Li, who would say something if the emperor walked incorrectly. She followed the emperor to the port. She was dressed the same as the emperor today, except that she did not have the shoulder ribbon or award plaque. She was not a soldier, but she was His Majesty's wife.

The Empress of the Ming Dynasty had to accompany the Emperor to the mausoleum when he went to the Western Hills Mausoleum to personally offer sacrifices to his ancestors. The Empress was the mother of the country and the Emperor's legal wife. Her status was different from that of concubines, and she had to accompany the Emperor on important occasions.

Of course the emperor and the empress don't have a good relationship, and if the emperor doesn't agree, then the emperor will just be in trouble.

The emperor did not go to the suburban labor platform, but went directly to the port. This was not in accordance with etiquette, but Shen Li had no way to correct it. His Majesty's Ming army was right in front of him. Whatever His Majesty said was etiquette. Even if the emperor was here, His Majesty was right!
This kind of demotion to suburban labor is the first time in the Ming Dynasty, so your Majesty may as well do it directly. From now on, this will be an ancestral law. Anyone who objects can talk to your Majesty!
The reason why Zhu Yijun did not go to Jiaolaotai to wait but went to the port was because the people who came down from Youlong were not Qi Jiguang, Li Rusong, Ma Lin and others, but square boxes covered with round dragon flags, which were the ashes of the soldiers who died in this battle.

The best ships were filled with sacrificed soldiers. They were their parents’ children and their children’s parents. They went on expeditions for the benefit of the Ming Dynasty but never returned.

Death is the greatest thing. The Ming Dynasty values ​​death more than life. Everyone has to die, some people’s death is heavier than Mount Tai, some people’s death is lighter than a feather.

Zhu Yijun couldn't wait at the Jiao Laotai any longer.

Shen Li immediately asked the left and right assistant ministers to change the plan. As a professional Minister of Rites, he had a strong ability to adapt to changing circumstances. The music of the Taichang Temple immediately changed from passionate to profound.

The emperor, wearing new tuxedo, walked to the pier with great strides. The soldiers were already lined up in an orderly manner. According to the established procedure, after getting off the ship, they would walk to Tanggu Station and take the train to the capital, where they would be buried in the Beidaying Martyrs Cemetery.

The sudden arrival of the emperor, empress and prince caught the soldiers off guard, and they could only stand where they were.

Zhu Yijun walked up to the square boxes and passed by them one by one. Each box contained the soldiers' ashes. After fighting at sea, it was too far to transport the bodies back to the Ming Dynasty. Burying them on the spot was the only option for the soldiers to return to their hometown after dying in a foreign land.

The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty placed his hand on the round dragon flag. The funeral music stopped under the command of the Taichang Temple. The sounds of drums, trumpets, and noise all slowly quieted down. The sea breeze blew across the emperor's cheek, and there was only the sound of the flags fluttering in the wind.

Zhu Yijun was speechless for a long time. After a long time, he finally said, "Go home, go home."

He was eloquent and Zhang Juzheng sometimes couldn't win an argument with him. He spoke eloquently and had a thousand words to say, but after trying to open his mouth several times, he only said this one sentence and went home.

For the benefit of the Ming Dynasty, are you willing to sacrifice your personal interests or even your life?
These soldiers gave the answer.

There has never been a lack of such backbones in the land of Ming Dynasty. They are brave and selfless. They are the pillars supporting the country and the people.

"Father, I am willing to lead the soldiers back to the camp to bury the loyal and brave martyrs." Zhu Changzhi, the eldest son and de facto crown prince, was only nine years old. He suddenly understood why His Majesty was always so fond of soldiers.

Uncontrolled violence is naturally caused by bandits, but the soldiers who report to the emperor and save the people deserve the courtesy of Your Majesty, the ministers, and the people of the world. They are the most respectable people.

Wang Yaozhuo looked at Zhu Changzhi in surprise. This was not what she taught. Zhu Changzhi did not need to compete for favor with others. What surprised her was that she chattered all day long to teach Zhu Changzhi what was Hong and what it meant to have the world in mind, but no matter what she said, Zhu Changzhi did not feel much about it.

But today, he took the initiative to go out of class to welcome the heroic soul back to his hometown on behalf of his father.

His father was too busy to welcome the triumphant Ming army and lead the soldiers to bury the martyrs. Zhu Changzhi was the most suitable person on the scene.

On this day, the young Zhu Changzhi understood the heavy responsibility of carrying the country and the sun, the moon and the country, and the responsibility entrusted to him by his ancestors. When his father was ten years old, he had already shouldered the responsibility. He was nine years old this year, and his tender shoulders could not carry the country, but he had learned to share the worries and solve the problems for his father and the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Changzhi did not grow up to be a natural nobleman like me and Fan Shu. Instead, he gradually grew up under the emperor's education through words and deeds.

Zhang Juzheng looked at the prince in horror. Not only him, but also Wang Chonggu, Zhang Xueyan, Shen Li, Zeng Shengwu, Wang Daokun, Lu Guangzu and other ministers, all had a look of horror on their faces. They were all old foxes who had made their way to the Wenhua Palace, and they were the kind of people who remained calm even when faced with a mountain collapsing in front of them.

There are emotions on my face because it is really hard to hide them.

The prince was accompanied by a one-eyed man whom he brought back from the orphanage. His name was Qian Zhizhong. At first, the ministers thought that the emperor was creating an image for the prince that showed concern for the poor and laborers, but now it seems that there was something wrong with the prince's class identity and he seemed to have gone astray like his father.

As the top of the ruling class, the prince identified more with the class of poor and laboring people.

"Is it not possible?" Zhu Changzhi thought that his proposal was not in accordance with etiquette and asked in confusion.

Zhu Yijun nodded and said, "Of course not. You take the soldiers back to bury the martyrs of our Ming Dynasty. You must remember your choice and decision on this day."

"I obey your command." Zhu Changzhi sometimes didn't understand his father's deeper meaning, but he chose to remember it first, and he would naturally understand it when he grew up.

Qi Jiguang had just disembarked with his soldiers when he saw His Majesty's dragon flag and the big banner. He was a little surprised. The emperor still did not like to follow the rules as before and showed up at the port in advance. He hurried to the pier with his generals and saw the eldest prince Zhu Changzhi leading his soldiers towards the outside of the port.

"Your Majesty, your subjects, are here to pay their respects. Long live Your Majesty. Long, long live Your Majesty." Qi Jiguang led a group of generals to pay their respects.

Wherever Your Majesty is, there is the Jiao Laotai.

"No need for formalities." Zhu Yijun stood straight, looking at the Ming Dynasty's imperial camp and navy, all dressed in new uniforms, with considerable satisfaction. He looked out at the increasing number of fleets on the sea and the neatly lined soldiers on the port square. His eyes were complicated, with satisfaction, but more of pride, and a hint of emotion that only he understood.

He knew better than anyone that in the original historical line, the Ming army's entry into Korea to fight consumed a lot of the Ming national strength, and in the end it could be said that they gained nothing. But now everything is different. This time, the Ming army reaped rich rewards.

Zhu Yijun saw Gao Qiyu, who was standing at the end of the crowd. The protagonists today were the soldiers and generals, not a civil official like him. Qi Jiguang asked him to follow him, but Gao Qiyu finally stood at the end of the generals.

It's a pity that a civil servant looks out of place among the uniform dress code.

"Gao Aiqing, come forward." Zhu Yijun said with a smile on his face, "There is a vacancy in the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites. You can fill the position when you return to the capital and become a senior official of the Ministry of Rites."

The Minister of Rites is Shen Li, but Shen Li is a cabinet minister and he works in Wenyuan Pavilion. The affairs of the Ministry of Rites do require an official in the court, and now Gao Qiyu has become the person in charge of the Ministry of Rites. He was born as the Minister of the Ministry of Rites and has been on a diplomatic mission to the West and Japan once. Naturally, he is extremely professional in etiquette.

"I thank Your Majesty for his grace." Gao Qiyu did not expect that the first thing he would do as a reward for his kindness would be to promote him.

The military generals had no objection, and they collectively submitted a petition to honor Gao Qiyu, because in this way, the unity of civil and military officials could be achieved, thus preventing the dilemma of winning the battle but not being able to enjoy the fruits of victory.

Qi Jiguang was a little worried. After all, His Majesty never concealed his prejudice against civil officials.

Moreover, the things these civil officials did also deepened your majesty's prejudice. During the period when the Ming army was mopping up its remnants, the Yang Wei case and the Tian Yijun case broke out one after another. These despicable scholars bullied your majesty when the general was not in the court. They must be tired of living!
"Give money!" Zhu Yijun waved his hand. Since the suburban labor ceremony was completely messed up, he no longer cared about the procedure and followed his own procedure.

Of course, one must have lofty morals, talk about reporting to the emperor and saving the people, and talk about ideals, but one must also talk about money. Zhu Yijun's practice was to give money first, so that when he gave a long speech, the soldiers would not be disgusted for the sake of the silver.

Shen Li was a little helpless. It was a mess, a complete mess! The carefully prepared suburban labor gift was completely messed up.

(End of this chapter)