General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 213
The widows of the three households who traveled all over the government offices of the eight prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River in order to sue, and the common people who squatted in the newspaper hall and listened to the newspaper had a hard time knowing what was really hidden behind the case.

This has nothing to do with whether the people's wisdom is open or not, but the lack of information.

And some information cannot be made public objectively. If the real inside story of this case is made known to the overseas envoys, I, who was still discussing paying tribute yesterday, will turn around and go back to sharpen his knife today.

"Brother Ning, although this matter is small, it is not about money. In fact, it affects the whole body."

Zhang Juzheng stood up and fetched some account books.

"Although the internal treasury is the emperor's internal treasury, the civil and military ministers, the imperial family, and even the Lumi of the nine generals all come from this. If it is allocated to the Ministry of Households, will the Lumi be distributed from the internal funds or from the Ministry of Households?"

"If it is still spent from internal funds, is the internal funds still enough? If it is issued by the Ministry of Households... it is disrespectful." Zhang Juzheng paused when he said this, and then continued: "If it is true that the internal funds are used These incomes are all transferred to the Ministry of Households, is my Emperor of Ming Dynasty His Majesty, or Yan Song?"

"Brother Ning's performance is no different from putting a yellow robe on Yan Song's body. If Yan Song's health is not good, I'm afraid he will be scared to death directly."

The income of officials in the Ming Dynasty was divided into two parts, one part was regular salary, which was directly paid by the Ministry of Household Affairs, and the other part was Lumi, which was issued as a reward from internal funds, and the two were collectively called salary.

Ever since Qin Shihuang swept Liuhe, the emperor has been tightly bound to the imperial court. The king is the country, which is achieved by the mutual penetration of power.

After staring at the accounts in front of him for a long time, Ning Jue finally spoke.

"But if it doesn't change, I'm afraid this law won't be able to change. Daming's timber has already increased by at least [-]%, and ships are being built everywhere from Liaodong to Lingnan in the north. It's impossible for such a small wharf to hold them."

"Not only the wharf, but also the water transportation of the river, the repair of the city, and the expansion of the city. Even if it is barely usable now, it can last for a few years."

Daming only had a strong family background. Jiangnan was rich in counties and counties, and a lot of infrastructure was overbuilt, so it was barely usable, but sooner or later, these family foundations would not be enough.

It may not even take long, and in two or three years, Jiangnan will start to be in chaos.

"The authority is all given to the cabinet. If the cabinet has a powerful minister, who will control it?"

As soon as Zhu Zaiyu finished speaking, Feng Bao fell to his knees with a "plop".

"Your Highness, this, this tax money, the ministers can also collect it..."

It's just that Feng Bao himself didn't have the confidence to say this. Not all eunuchs could read and write. Even if they were all literate, Daming couldn't eunuch tens of thousands of people to collect business taxes for the sake of business taxes.

Zhang Juzheng also stood behind him and remained silent.

Ning Jue closed the account with a "bang".

"Let's play."

"Put your head back and be a bastard, there will be nothing less that should happen."

"The pier has already become like this. In the city of Jinling alone, there are tens of thousands of people living without a fixed place." Ning Jue took a deep breath, then looked at Zhu Zaixun and said, "Your Highness really thinks that Daming still has a way to turn back. ?"

"Since the new law, only one corner of the south of the Yangtze River has added more than [-] weavers, laborers, boat masters, and craftsmen from various cities and towns."

"If the new Faka stops here and smashes the jobs of these people, can the soldiers on the nine sides really stop it?"

When the trend of lending in Jiangnan was booming, these old foxes who were forcibly suppressed by Jiajing's power tactics had already predicted that the world would change drastically.

It's just that as the siltation of docks in various places becomes more severe, the situation becomes clearer.

They know better than anyone else that at such a time, whoever rushes to the front will die the worst.

Ning Jue's sense of smell may not be as sensitive as these people's elves.

But Ning Jue knows the general situation.

Now the monarch and the country are confused, and the powers and responsibilities are unclear. If this stagnation continues, it will be nothing more than stagnating for a civil uprising brewing for 20 years, and after millions of people have died, re-clarifying the meridians.

"The king is the king, the country is the country, this account will be settled sooner or later."

Gao Gong said carelessly: "Your Highness, I second your proposal."

Zhang Juzheng shook his head.

"Suqing, brother Ning, not to mention what the emperor will think after reading this, even if you take a step back, the emperor's permission...is it really a good thing for the people?"

Zhang Juzheng can be said to be the person who knows Jiajing best among this group of people.

The unity of the monarchy is not only strong with the imperial power, but also the corresponding responsibilities of this imperial power. No matter what, Jiajing wanted money so much in his heart, and he had to say a few words about the common people in the world.

If this account is really settled clearly, the king is the king, the country is the country, then Jiajing is afraid that he will directly liberate his nature and concentrate on making money.

"No, I'm not discussing with you, I'm just informing you."

"The Secretary of General Administration does not accept my memorial, so I will go back to Beijing and put it on the emperor's imperial case with my own hands."

"You guys discuss, I'm going to write the notebook."

Zhang Juzheng opened his mouth to persuade, but Ning Jue had already walked away.

Seeing that Zhu Zaiyu was still in a daze.

"Uncle is still struggling. How is this different from giving up food because of choking? The pier must be repaired, the waterway must be expanded, and the people in the city must have a shelter from the wind and rain." Gao Gong also said: "Your Highness, I only know that such a big thing will get worse the longer it is delayed, so if it were done earlier, it would be a hidden danger."

It doesn't matter whether you are a wise ruler or a foolish ruler, or a powerful or virtuous minister.

The important thing is that after the businessman raised his head, there was not much drama left to sing about this drama of a wise king and a wise minister.

It's just that the major changes on this timeline were not implanted from the outside after being influenced by external forces, but from the Ming Dynasty.
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Jinling Huiguo Wengong Ancestral Hall

On the night when Hu Shan was taken away by the people from the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

A group of merchants in Jinling gathered in the Wengong Temple regardless of whether they were Huizhou merchants, and then directly sent someone to "invite" Hu Er over.

Hu Er looked flatteringly at the people in front of him.

"Masters, this is how my master was taken away by Ning Qianxian."

The leader, Ruan Bi, looked at Hu Er with some displeasure.

"Before Xue Mao was taken away, didn't he order you to take his post and try to rescue him?"

Hu Er's expression stiffened immediately.

"My little one was about to come here, but unexpectedly, you masters took the first step. My master has friends like you, it's really good deeds in his previous life..."

Before Hu Er finished speaking, Ruan Bi impatiently waved his hand to signal Hu Er to back down.

"Retire, little one."

Only then did Hu Er leave the ancestral hall.

"Liangchen, what do you think?"

"Just now I got the news that Ningke has finally entered the palace. How can no one know how to stop Xue Mao from acting like this?"

The businessman sitting next to Ruan Bi sighed and said, "Xue Mao has invested heavily in water-woven cotton, but the water-woven cotton in the south of the Yangtze River is getting cheaper every day. Now Xue Mao can only hope that it will be sold to Japan after opening the sea. Go to North Korea."

"But the imperial court has been slow to expand the wharf. If there are fewer wharves, the freight will not be able to come down. The longer the wharf is completed by one day, the more Hu Xueluo will lose. How can we not be in a hurry."

Jiangnan's loan interest rate has come down.

However, many merchants have made huge loans and special loans because of this, trying to become fat at one bite. No matter how low the interest rate is, they cannot help but have a large base.

The sooner the shipping costs are lowered, the sooner these merchants can breathe a sigh of relief.

Ruan Bi shook his head involuntarily upon hearing this.

"Bullshit."

Hu Shan didn't know why this wharf was "a big deal", but Ruan Bi also guessed a little bit after following Zou Wang in the court several times.

"This is a big matter... Has Liujiagang settled the account? When is the latest time for the court to start construction?"

"Within four months, if the wharf doesn't start construction, it won't be able to catch up with the launch of the first batch of seagoing ships. Although the families won't be ruined, but the anchors line up at sea to enter the port, and they are throwing money for nothing every day!"

Ruan Bi casually put the teapot in his hand on the table and said with a sneer, "What kind of money are you throwing? Open source won't work, so we can't save money?"

Everyone in the ancestral hall was startled.

"Fac... throttling? What does Liang Chen mean by this? The price of the water-woven cotton and the shipping fee for crossing the sea are there. How can I save..."

Before the words fell, the merchant stopped talking.

"Liangchen means to save money on Li Gong?"

Ruan Bi raised his head and smiled, "Otherwise?"

"If the pier does not expand for a day, we won't need so many laborers. Send some people back, raise the wages for the rest, and ask them to work harder to finish the work. It's better to be alone. Is it cheaper for two people?"

Ruan Bi took a deep breath and said leisurely: "The imperial court doesn't care about us, and the emperor may not care about the gentlemen at court, but they must care about the people who have no livelihood in Jinling, right?"

There was a dead silence in Huiguo Wengong Temple.

All the merchants looked at Ruan Bi in silence.

"But if the imperial court blames..." the merchant swallowed his words before he finished speaking.

Ruan Bi also smiled and said: "The court blames us, but we can't blame us. What crime have we committed? If you don't make money in business, you can't close the store, and you can't recruit two people? Even if you want to use work as relief, That's also a matter for the imperial court, and besides using work as a substitute for relief, there must be a job to do, right?"

"Xue Mao is young after all, and he is making a fuss about the murder case. His beating is not unfair."

These businessmen are no longer what they used to be.

Any one of them can support thousands of laborers.

They don't need to charge forward by themselves, and they will never charge forward by themselves. Since the court does not cooperate, at worst they will find a way to transfer the problem to the laborers and weavers.

After all, that's how the big guys dealt with the court when they were collecting rent in the early years.

It's a familiar recipe, and it's a familiar taste.
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Xiyuan.

The memorials sent back by Mai Fu, Zhu Zaiyu, and Lu Bing in Nanjing were piled up on the imperial case in Jiajing as before.

Jiajing got up and flipped through a few books, and soon saw the familiar name.

When seeing these two words, Jiajing couldn't help feeling a bit ominous.

"Why is Ning Kezhong's memorandum handed over again? Didn't I ask the prince to approve it?"

Huang Jin was taken aback when he heard the words, and hurriedly made preparations to persuade Jiajing to appease his anger.

"My lord, why don't you just stop watching it and let me watch it after you finish it?"

Jiajing waved his hand and said: "It's nothing more than a few rotten scholars who arranged for me again, or the matter of Wang Zhi going to sea. He Ning Ke finally couldn't stand it anymore. It's nothing more than such a little thing. If you know more That's all."

Saying so, Jiajing casually opened Ning Jue's playbook.

It's just that after only a few glances, Jiajing's expression froze.

Huang Jin on the side hurried forward to comfort him.

"My lord, it's another rotten Confucian who slandered Shenggong again. Don't take it to heart. If it really doesn't work, I will send someone to arrest those rotten Confucians."

"Call Yan Song! Call Xu Jie!"

Huang Jin said in astonishment: "Elder Yan Ge also arranged for Junfu?"

Jiajing pushed Huang Jin away, and looked down at the playbook in his hand.

Then he slammed Ning Jue's memorial on the desk.

"Arrangement? You underestimate them! He Ning Kezhong means that I will abdicate and replace the emperor with Yan Song and Xu Jie!"

(End of this chapter)