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Chapter 924 Whether the Ming Dynasty will perish or not is not up to God!
In the 17th year of Wanli's reign, the emperor held his first court meeting after returning to Beijing from his southern tour. The meeting dealt with issues such as the beheading of the corrupt official in Pingliang Prefecture, Shaanxi, the resistance to Prince Lu's enfeoffment, the passage of the new military marriage law, the corruption case of a playboy who betrayed his father and grandfather, the announcement of Laos' great victory and the meeting with Laos' southern leader, and the Ministry of Revenue's report on the year-end plans.

The Ming Emperor Zhu Yijun left the Wenhua Hall amid the farewells and returned to the imperial study in the Tonghe Palace. Before the memorials from the Wenyuan Pavilion were delivered, Zhu Yijun had a little free time, about half an hour.

Zhu Yijun picked up a book from the table, turned to the bookmarked page, read it carefully, and occasionally took some notes.

For more than a month, he has been reading "Return of Land to Zhejiang", also known as "Uprising". The Ming Emperor is already familiar with the contents of the book, but he still reads it frequently, and he always finds something new in it. The more he reads, the more Zhu Yijun realizes that he does not understand the complexity of the conflicts among the people in the countryside.

The second difficulty Hou Yuzhao encountered in returning the land to Zhangzhuang, Lin'an County, Zhejiang Province, was: Can man conquer nature?
The first difficulty he encountered was the vassal people's fear of change, confusion about the order to return land, support from local gentry, resistance to the court's orders, and uneasiness about the changes in their own situation.

Can people be their own masters? When the Zhangzhuang Shenjinhe Empire collapsed, people got the answer.

The struggle between people is endless, while the struggle between people and nature is always going on.

In the eyes of the emperor, Zhejiang is the misty Jiangnan. In the eyes of Zhejiang people, it is clothes that never dry, eternal rain, damp bedding and stoves, countless floods, and valleys full of mosquitoes.

Whenever it rained, low-lying areas would be filled with water, soaking all the crops in mud. The already rushing rivers would burst through the dams, flooding all the farmland, leaving the people with no harvest, and Zhangzhuang was no exception.

During a flood in the 220th year of the Wanli reign, the Tianmu Creek, carrying a large amount of silt, roared and washed the riverbed, causing silt siltation, rising riverbed, bursting the riverbank, and the flood rushed into Nanbao Village. In just less than a quarter of an hour, the flood completely destroyed the entire Nanbao Village. Of the villagers in the village, only one escaped because he had to go to Lin'an County to do business.

1500 acres of fertile farmland and 300 acres of mulberry fields were completely destroyed. The whole village was left with only a stove, half a roof frame, and a chinaberry tree. Nothing else was left.

When Hou Yuzhao arrived at Nanbao Village, it was in ruins. There were only a few words about the disaster in the memorials, but for the villagers, it was a real disaster. Even so, in the 14th year of Wanli, smoke from cooking fires rose again in Nanbao Village.

Life is so tough and tenacious.

The people of the Ming Dynasty flocked here and began to clear the silt, replant mulberry trees, and reclaim the land.

In August of the 14th year of the Wanli reign, continuous thunderstorms roared in the sky again. Hou Yuzhao brought the people from 18 villages near Zhangzhuang to the river bank. Men, women, old and young all went to the battle. They filled wicker baskets with soil, tamped the soil with stone rammers, and filled straw bags with stones and sank them into one side of the river bank to prevent a breach.

When night falls, looking from a high place, a series of bonfires reflect the direction of the river. The bonfires are the shacks of the dike keepers. They hold a long stick in their hands and measure the water level every half hour.

The dark water flowed silently, passing one guard post after another. It seemed harmless, but once it broke the dam, it revealed its hideous face, and hundreds of lives and thousands of acres of fertile farmland were swallowed up.

Fire and water are merciless.

Can man conquer nature? When the water level began to drop, people cheered and gave a positive answer.

This time, people finally defeated the raging Tianmu River, and there was no breach and no flood.

Just like the struggle between the coachman and the farmer, there is no final winner; the struggle between the people along the Tianmu River and the Tianmu River, there is no final winner.

This time the embankment of Tianmu Creek was saved and Lin'an County was not destroyed in the flood.

What about the next time? When they fail to hold on, hundreds of thousands of people will die, tens of thousands will be displaced, fertile fields will be destroyed, and plagues will break out.

Can man conquer nature? In the long run, the answer is no, especially when the sky is falling and the earth is breaking, people can’t care about it, let alone the river.

It seems that it has always been like this, and no one has ever really cared about the lives of these poor laborers.

Even some scholars would say with disdain: Why do these people live in a place where the river is flooded? It is simply stupid. They have not read books and do not know that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Therefore, villains are villains after all, and they are very short-sighted.

"Why would people live in places where rivers are flooded? Nanbao Village was flooded into a swamp. The next year, smoke from cooking fires rose again in places where no one was. If people had somewhere to go, if they could live and work in peace, why would they have to migrate? Why would they have to live in a swamp?"

"Who forced them to migrate? Who forced them to live in Nanbao Village which was just completely flooded?" Zhu Yijun's mouth twitched slightly, and he pointed very hard at those sarcastic remarks made by the Lin'an scholar-officials.

The evil of a villain? It is clearly the evil of a gentleman!
Nanbao Village was flooded and everyone died, but some people still took the risk to go there. Are these people stupid? Are these people unaware of the danger here?

"The people of the Ming Dynasty have always been attached to their native land and unwilling to move at will. Since the Wanli Emperor opened the sea to the present day, how many of the four million Han people in Southeast Asia have been forced to leave their homes?! Ninety percent of them are poor laborers such as tenants and hooligans!"

"They don't want to leave either. As long as the landlords are willing to reduce the rent and the annual payment, why should the people leave? Their ancestral graves have been dug up, what else can they do but leave?" Zhu Yijun stood up and slammed the table twice.

Once farmers go bankrupt and lose their land, their ancestral graves will be dug up by the landlords.

If the roots are broken, then we can only leave.

Zhu Yijun has been emperor for seventeen years. He is now the supreme emperor whose words are law and no one dares to disobey. He has heard such misleading words many times, but he still gets very angry every time he sees them.

These mean words always reminded Zhu Yijun why he wanted to carry out the Wanli Reform. He wanted to live a good life, and he also wanted all the people to live a good life.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. Governor Hou has already completed the return of farmland in Zhejiang. Keeping these crops in Zhejiang will consolidate the results of the return." Feng Bao hurriedly advised the Emperor to calm down.

The land return in Zhejiang has been completed. It cannot last for thousands of years, but at least it can last for one generation. At least in the last few decades, the people whose land has been returned have a way to survive.

"Zhejiang has returned the farmland, but among the two capitals and fifteen provinces of the Ming Dynasty, only Zhejiang has returned the farmland." Zhu Yijun flicked his sleeves and sat on the armchair. He felt a sense of urgency, but he knew that urgency would only reveal flaws, which would be exploited by ambitious people and ruin the event of returning the farmland.

"Hu." Zhu Yijun exhaled again and continued to flip through Hou Yuzhao's Record of Returning the Land.

Hou Yuzhao's "Uprising" records the evil deeds of the returning bandits.

The most powerful and wealthy people fled to Nan Ya, Songjiang Prefecture, Wuchang Prefecture, Guangzhou Prefecture, and even to Manila, Luzon;

The next-level local gentry fled to Hangzhou, Ningbo, Kowloon, etc.

The evil gentry who did not have so much money hid in the earthen city with deep trenches and high fortifications.

Some gentry who were unwilling to lose their land but had no way to escape simply responded to the court's order to return the land, but the resentment in their hearts was accumulating and lurking, waiting for the day of counterattack and retaliating, and trample the farmers who had risen up into the mud again, preventing them from rising up forever.

Wuliting was the most important place in the attack and defense of the Tianmu River embankment. Here, some gentry who were unwilling to return the land, holding the land deeds and bringing their families, dug deep ditches, built high walls and fortresses upstream of Wuliting, and created earthen forts to resist the court's return of land.

The dying evil gentry, whose hands were stained with the blood of the common people, hid in these earthen forts and fought against the imperial court.

In Hou Yuzhao's eyes, this is no different from those slave chieftains in Liaodong, who will go down the mountain to rob when there is no food, and will use any means when they are struggling to death.

As expected, the evil gentry in the earthen fort upstream of Wuliting planned to blow up the river embankment near Wuliting, blow up the Wuliting earthen dam, use water instead of soldiers, and drown the people downstream of Tianmu Creek.

Hou Yuzhao mobilized the Luomu Camp of the Nine Camps of Zhejiang and began to attack these earthen forts. He also wrote a letter to Shen Shixing, who was still in Songjiang Prefecture at the time, stating that once the Wuliting earthen dam was blown up, the governors of Songjiang and Zhejiang would jointly write a letter requesting the mobilization of the navy to suppress the bandits.

In the end, the navy was not mobilized because it was not needed. The 900 soldiers of Luomuying directly wiped out the bastards upstream of Wuliting who wanted to use water instead of soldiers.

The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty gave justice to Luomuying and gave monthly food to the wives of Luomuying's soldiers. The Wuliting earth dam was an important water conservancy project built by Luomuying's soldiers to prevent flooding of Tianmu Creek.

Before these evil gentry had enough gunpowder to blow up the dam, the sturdy earthen fortress was blown up by Luo Muying's firearms.

The Luomu Camp had thirty-six nine-jin cannons, and it only took one salvo to make these scattered earthen forts lose their outer walls. Within ten days, all seventeen earthen forts were breached by the Luomu Camp.

The returning bandits committed heinous crimes and were eventually tried, sentenced, and executed in public, with their heads beheaded in public.

The evil deeds of the returning bandits were shocking. They even killed children. The northern barbarians who came south knew to rob people and kill able-bodied men, but the returning bandits did not even spare women and children.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Prince De requests to see you." A eunuch hurried in and said.

"Xuan."

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. May Your Majesty live long and be in good health." Zhu Zaiyu bowed his head in greeting, holding a thick stack of documents in his hands.

"Uncle, you're welcome. Please take a seat." Zhu Yijun gestured to Feng Bao to serve some good tea. He brought some pre-Qingming Longjing tea from Hangzhou. Longjing was one of the tribute teas of the Ming Dynasty. This was the tea that Zhu Yijun personally brought back to entertain distinguished guests.

Zhu Yijun asked in confusion, "Uncle, are you here for Zhier to learn music? Uncle, these things cannot be forced. Zhier is really stupid for this."

"Whether Zhier learns music theory or not, as long as he learns how to be a good person, it will be a blessing for the Ming Dynasty. I have something serious to say." Zhu Zaiyu shook his head solemnly and handed the document in his hand to His Majesty the Emperor.

Seeing Zhu Zaiyu so serious, Zhu Yijun read the document page by page, word by word. The document was really thick. Zhu Yijun read it for half an hour before putting it down. He frowned and asked, "How many people have read this document?"

Zhu Zaiyu hurriedly said, "Only the relevant scholars have read it. Your Majesty, don't worry. They won't talk nonsense, nor will they tell those nonsense scribes. This is a serious matter."

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid the Ming dynasty will not last long."

Zhu Zaiyu struggled for a long time before he finally said this with great difficulty.

The Wanli Reform was in full swing, and the Ming Dynasty's national situation was reversed. When the Wanli Reform had achieved results and even began to benefit the poor and laborers, Zhu Zaiyu, the virtuous uncle of the Emperor, actually told Your Majesty bluntly that the Ming Dynasty would not last long.

Anyone who says such words will have his entire clan killed.

Since Zhu Zaiyu dared to say so, he must have his reasons.

The drought in Shaanxi this year is unusual. It is not that the scale of the drought is larger than in the past, but based on the summary of rainfall in Shaanxi, Gansu and Suiyuan over the years and the meteorological observations in various parts of the Ming Dynasty, a terrible inference was drawn.

The drought in Shaanxi, Gansu and Sui areas will not ease next year or the year after. It will last for at least 30 to 40 years. Moreover, this drought will continue to expand and gradually spread to Shanxi, northern Zhili and other places.

"Heaven has determined to destroy the Ming Dynasty." Zhu Yijun's words seemed calm, but his hands under the table were clenched tightly. He looked at Zhu Zaiyu and said with certainty, "I will not do that! Never!"

"Unless God sends down thunder to take me away, I will poke a hole in the sky!"

Starting from the tenth year of the Wanli reign, the temperature of Baiyun Temple and Thousand Buddha Caves in Wutai Mountain, Shanxi Province, began to drop rapidly in mid-August. The wind blew violently, and water turned into ice. Where Manjushri Bodhisattva emitted light, there was a shady cliff with ice hanging three meters high.

On July 17, the 14th year of the Wanli reign, only four years later, ice began to hang on the cliff where Manjusri Bodhisattva shone a month earlier, and more than 30 meters of ice could be accumulated in seven days. Zhu Zaiyu searched through the old records and found that the record of ice hanging on the cliff where Manjusri Bodhisattva shone was traced back to the "flood and drought imbalance" in the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties.

It was discovered through the degree bypass that in order for the Wutai Mountain to form hanging ice, it would not melt for the entire winter, and the temperature would be below minus 20°. Before the first year of the Wanli period, there was no hanging ice on the shady cliff where the Manjusri Bodhisattva emitted light from Mount Wutai.

There is a Luyan Rock in the Shaolin Temple at Shaoshi Mountain in Henan Province. Under the rock is a deep pool. Before the 11th year of the Wanli reign, the deep pool had never frozen. It began to freeze in the 11th year of the Wanli reign, and Shaoshi Mountain began to have "deep snow, blocked roads, and frozen snow piled up everywhere." Frozen snow means snow that does not melt after it falls, and changes from a fluffy state to a hard state.

What makes the doctors of the Academy of Gewu most despair is that the spring breeze has not come, that is, the layers of ice and snow still fill the valleys. In April, the spring breeze has not come, and the ice in the deep pool of Lu Yan does not melt.

The weather in spring is still too cold to melt the snow and ice.

In Yunnan's Cangshan Mountain, from July to May, the area above the halfway point is covered with snow, and the jade-like buildings and trees are dazzlingly beautiful with their shadows cast by the snow.

The hillside of Cangshan Mountain in Yunnan has no snow for only two months a year, and the rest of the time it is covered with snow.

This is not just a beautiful scenery, but a sign of the arrival of a super cold wave.

"Your Majesty, the area north of the Qinling Mountains and the Huai River will probably be hit by drought nine out of ten years." Zhu Zaiyu once again reminded His Majesty of the severity of the matter and that he must be prepared for natural disasters. Moreover, natural disasters are not far away and are a problem that His Majesty must face.

The super cold wave will bring about a drought that occurs nine out of ten years, and it will be a severe drought. The drought will inevitably be followed by a locust plague, and after the locust plague will inevitably be followed by famine. Once there is a large-scale famine, enough people will have to die before the chaotic times can end.

Zhu Zaiyu actually wanted to say that various signs indicated that the Ming Dynasty might have really run out of luck.

If there is drought nine out of ten years, Shaanxi, Gansu and Suiyuan will be the first to be hit, with the grain self-sufficiency rate falling below 40%. Shanxi, Henan, northern Zhili, and even Sichuan will also fall into a situation of insufficient grain self-sufficiency.

The civil unrest in Shaanxi, Gansu and Suiyuan will inevitably disrupt grain production in Shanxi and Henan, and will eventually lead to the people rising up in rebellion, and chaos will come.

Zhu Yijun sat up straight, took out his red brush and thought for a long time, then began to write furiously. After he finished writing several imperial edicts, he asked Feng Bao to bring him the red seal, and then he said:

"To the officials of Henan, Huguang, Jiangxi, and Guangdong, upon receipt of the imperial edict, from now on, each province shall organize six engineering corps battalions, and strive to complete the Beijing-Guangzhou Highway within three years."

"The next chapter is written by Shaanxi Governor Shi Xingyan. After the Longkai Highway is completed, twelve engineering corps battalions can be transferred to Henan to build the Beijing-Guangzhou Highway."

"I will write a decree to the governors of Shandong, Yingtian, and Songjiang to open the highways between Nanjing, Shanghai, and Xuzhou within three years without delay."

"This decree is issued to the Maritime Customs Offices in Mizhou, Songjiang, Ningbo, Yuegang, Guangzhou, Shurifu, Manila, Malacca, etc., that all imported grain will be exempted from tax, and each ten thousand shi of grain will be deducted from the tax of one thousand silver coins."

"Zhang Hong, go find Grand Tutor Zhang Xueyan, and call the retired Wang Guoguang. I may need to borrow a large sum of silver to build the highway, at least 50 million silver. If I can't convince them, I can only do it on my own."

Zhu Yijun issued several orders in succession, all of which were orders to build the Chidao. Not only was imported grain exempt from taxes, it could even be used to offset taxes. Ten thousand dan of imported grain, priced at four thousand silver coins, could offset one thousand silver coins in taxes.

"Whether the Ming Dynasty will perish or not is not up to God!" After Zhu Yijun put down his seal, he said to Zhu Zaiyu very seriously.

Wang Guoguang was the core figure in the financial and taxation system reform of the Wanli Reform. Zhu Yijun had to persuade Wang Guoguang and Zhang Xueyan that 50 million silver coins were approximately the fiscal revenue of the Ming Dynasty for more than one year. This investment in the highway could initially realize the transportation of grain from the south to the north and imported grain to the north.

The Ming Dynasty is doomed? Zhu Yijun disagrees.

Wang Guoguang has been living out his days. He is old and even a little confused. When the emperor summoned him for an audience, Wang Guoguang had a look of surprise on his face. He was carried to the imperial study in Tonghe Palace. When he arrived, he saw that Zhang Juzheng, Wang Chonggu, Qi Jiguang and Zhang Xueyan had already arrived.

Wang Guoguang had a head full of white hair. He sat by the window and, with the help of the sunlight and his reading glasses, carefully read the research results of the Institute of Gewu.

"Your Majesty, I am old now. I have no say in borrowing money, but if Your Majesty wants to borrow it, I think it is okay." Wang Guoguang put down his reading glasses, looked at the emperor who was in his prime, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, there is no need to be so anxious. As long as the people of the Ming Dynasty are united, there is nothing that cannot be overcome."

"Zhang Situ, how much money is left in the old treasury?"

"Eleven million silver." Zhang Xueyan said quickly, "This year's silver has not yet been deposited. If it is deposited, it will be twelve million silver."

One million silver coins were saved into the old treasury every year, and the two Grand Tutors both kept a close eye on the old treasury.

"Your Majesty, let's use up the silver in the old treasury as well. Isn't it true that all the silver we save needs to be spent?" Wang Guoguang sat up straight and said, "When your Majesty needs my broken body, you can use it. If you really can't pay it back, just kill me and give the world an explanation."

Wang Guoguang was a man of self-discipline. He did not like to form cliques. He carried out fiscal and taxation reforms and circumvented the rules, offending countless scholars and officials. Perhaps he would end up as a traitor.

The story of treacherous ministers and disaster-causing leaders has been told for thousands of years, so why couldn't it be Wang Guoguang?
If such a large-scale construction project goes wrong, it will be related to Yang Guang's past affairs. However, Zhu Yijun is lucky that Wang Guoguang is willing to take the blame. Even if it gets to the point where it cannot be cleaned up, all the blame can be put on Wang Guoguang.

Yang Guang caused the people to lose their faith, and there was not even a single minister willing to take the blame for him.

Wang Guoguang was loyal to the emperor, loyal to the Ming Dynasty, loyal to the people of the Ming Dynasty, and even more loyal to his own spirituality and cognition.

"I borrowed the money with my own ability, and I want to see who dares to ask me for repayment! The gold bonds of Felipe, the lord of the foreign country, have gone bankrupt twice. At worst, I can use my overseas plantations to pay it back." Zhu Yijun said nonchalantly.

Isn't it time to use the reputation he has spent seventeen years building?

"Your Majesty is wise." Wang Guoguang thanked him and said no more. He felt that he should live another three to five years so that he could be of use if his broken body was ever needed.

Zhu Yijun invited Wang Guoguang not to let him take the blame, but to persuade him to issue national bonds. If he could persuade Wang Guoguang, it would be easy to persuade the Ministry of Revenue.

"What does Situ Zhang think?" Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Xueyan and asked.

"The old treasury has 1200 million silver taels, plus the 300 million silver taels that have been deposited over the past three years, that's 1500 million silver taels. By increasing revenue and reducing expenditure over the past three years, we can save 500 million silver taels, so the national treasury can invest 2000 million silver taels."

"Your Majesty, there is no problem in issuing national debts of 3000 million silver." Zhang Xueyan pinched his fingers, million silver is a very reasonable number, especially for national debts.

Zhang Xueyan thought for a while and said, "The Ministry of Revenue has already started planning. This year's annual revenue is about 5000 million silver. The national debt of 3000 million is not a problem at all. Calculated based on the annual revenue five times the scale, the national debt that the Ming court can bear is 2.5 million silver."

The scale of Felipe's gold bonds is eight times Spain's annual revenue. He has not gone bankrupt until now and can even roll over debts. As long as the Ming Dynasty court does not exceed five times, it will be safe.

"Has the country's annual income reached 50 million silver coins now?" Wang Guoguang looked at Zhang Xueyan and asked in disbelief.

Zhang Xueyan nodded and said, "Maybe more, mainly because of the rapid growth of commercial taxes and the tobacco monopoly."

The profits from tobacco monopoly are higher than those from tea, coffee and the like.

"The Ming Dynasty is really different now than it was in the past." Upon hearing this, Wang Guoguang knew that he no longer needed to be the treacherous minister. The Ming Dynasty was truly rich now, with great financial resources. Wang Guoguang looked at the Ming Dynasty with an old perspective, and felt that the emperor summoned him to an audience so that he could take the blame.

"Do you want to postpone the implementation of the Dinghai school system?" Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Juzheng and asked.

Most of the silver in the treasury was used for the Dinghai school system, military expenses, and gold mines. There was really not much silver in the treasury, so it was not a bad idea to transfer the silver from the Dinghai school system to the Chidao.

"I don't think it's possible, Your Majesty. The Dinghai school system, the civil service examination system, and the land return order are three new policies that are different from other new policies. Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Once you turn back, it will be impossible to implement them again." After careful consideration, Zhang Juzheng gave the emperor a clear answer.

Since the reopening of the Western Regions, the Seven Guards of Guanxi have been re-established and Luntai City has been captured. This policy is a long-term policy that can be changed and repeated depending on the timing, location and people.

But the Dinghai school system, the civil servant selection law, and the land return order should either be not implemented at all, or if they are implemented, they must be carried out to the end.

"Then let's continue to implement it." Zhu Yijun thought about it and agreed with Zhang Juzheng's opinion.

In the past, the national treasury and the internal treasury had to be borrowed from each other because both were poor. In recent years, the financial and taxation of the Ming Dynasty court has gradually become healthy, the national treasury is abundant, and the internal treasury does not need to be prepared to provide emergency support to the national treasury all the time.

The emperor can use the money to do whatever he wants. Your Majesty uses most of the treasury for state affairs. The large-scale expenditure of the treasury has nothing to do with extravagance and debauchery.

When it comes to the matter of silver, no matter how picky the scholar-officials are, they cannot find any fault with Your Majesty.

Zhu Yijun thought for a moment and said, "Let's stop the inspection at the end of May. There is a shortage of grain in the world. If we continue to inspect the grain, all the grain will be used to make wine, which is a waste."

"What do you think of reducing the land tax in Suiyuan, Shaanxi, Shanxi, Northern Zhili, and Henan by half?"

"The Ministry of Revenue seconded the motion." Zhang Xueyan immediately made a statement on behalf of the Ministry of Revenue. When Gansu was established as a province, it had never levied taxes. Gansu was too poor a place, and the money spent was not as much as the land tax.

The Ministry of Revenue had no objection, and neither did the ministers.

Zhu Yijun looked at Qi Jiguang and said, "If, as the Institute of Gewu said, the Ming Dynasty is doomed and there will be drought nine out of ten years, then all areas north of the Huai River and Qinling Mountains will be subject to military rationing."

"I obey your order." Qi Jiguang bowed his head and accepted the order. He didn't even offer any opinions.

One hundred thousand elite soldiers of the Beijing Camp can be expanded to a million troops within a few years. The North is completely under military control and rationing, and needs grassroots clerks to carry out the operations. These elite soldiers of the Beijing Camp, who are all educated, are the best grassroots clerks.

Reporting to the emperor and saving the people have never been empty words, but the military soul of the New Beijing Camp formed in the first year of Wanli. Without the military soul, the Beijing Camp has no reason to exist.

Power must be responsible for the source of power. The treatment of the Beijing Army today comes from reporting to the emperor and saving the people. If this cannot be done, then it will lose the basis for its existence.

The small glacier climate with unstable water and drought conditions was fatal to the old feudal dynasty.

But for the new Ming Dynasty, which was reformed by the Wanli Emperor, destruction was not an inevitable outcome.

Zhu Zaiyu remained silent while calculating in the temple. Only when he heard the Emperor say the words "military control of rationing" did he completely relax.

Zhu Zaiyu said with great satisfaction: "Shao Zongbo Gao Qiyu said that it is easy to plan for a strong country, but difficult to plan for a weak and chaotic country. It is indeed true. When the country is strong, there are always ways to deal with it. When the country is weak and chaotic, the more you do, the more mistakes you make."

"We can start mass production of 4,000 Shengping No. 7 Iron Horses next year, which is enough for the needs of the road."

"This is the only thing I can do."

(End of this chapter)