big dry son-in-law

In fact, he used it to guard against Xu Que.

Of course, from a personal point of view, he believed in Xu Que.

But Xu Que will eventually retire, and someone else will definitely take his place.

So is this person good or bad?

He must have a check and balance.

"Have you collected any evidence?"

Shadow took out a booklet from his pocket and said, "These are some clues I have collected these days. They may not be true, but they are worth investigating."

Qin Mo read it carefully, and it was exactly as he thought. "Okay, I got it. Go ahead and get busy. I hope to hear good news next time."

"Wei Chen retire."

After the shadow left, Qin Mo thought for a while, glanced at Xiao Ba who was kneeling not far away, and waved at him.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"Have the people in the palace been replaced frequently in the past two years?"

“According to your instructions, the female officials in the palace are replaced every three to five years, and only a very few can serve for a full ten years.

When they reach the appropriate age, they will be dismissed and leave the palace.

Because of their special nature, servants are rarely replaced, and most of them are selected from the children of laborers.

Those who were fired were basically working in industries controlled by the royal family." Xiao Ba said.

There were not many female officials in the Ming Dynasty imperial palace, with only more than 5,000 in Xijing.

There are only more than 4,000 people in Tokyo.

During the heyday of Daqian, there were as many as 40,000 to 50,000 female relatives and attendants in the palace.

The expenses of the imperial palace became the straw that broke the camel's back.

In prosperous times, it can still operate and maintain.

But when times are turbulent, it becomes one of the factors that crush the country.

Therefore, there are strict regulations when it comes to hiring people.

However, the operation of the palace did not rely on the national treasury, but was funded by the royal property.

In other words, these people are the real slaves of the emperor.

The two capitals maintained a population of 10,000, like two large factories with 5,000 employees.

At least, that's what Qin Mo thought.

In this large factory, the turnover rate among female employees is very high. Some people resign and some join every day.

Perhaps, this is also a problem.

Qin Mo tapped his fingers on the table, "Further reduce the number of female officials, and maintain the number in Tokyo at around 2,000.

Xiao Ba said, "It's not appropriate to have so few people, right?"

"A female official eats, drinks, defecates and urinates in the palace, and her monthly salary is at least 1,500 yuan. Senior female officials can even earn tens of thousands of yuan.

I'll take a middle value, three thousand is fine.

That would be 36,000 a year, and if 3,000 people were laid off, more than 100 million could be saved.

With more than 100 million, what can't you do?
Moreover, there are many people in the palace and they are talkative. Even if you do your job well, it is easy for secrets to be leaked."

Qin Mo said.

"But your majesty, the Tokyo Imperial Palace is so large that we need enough manpower."

"Clean up all the unused places and use them as office spaces for the government." Qin Mo said.

Xiao Ba smiled bitterly, "Yes, I obey your command."

"Remember, when you recruit palace maids in the future, you must sign a ten-year contract and don't change them easily. Recruitment must be more strict.

The number of eunuchs and palace maids is kept in balance."

Qin Mo realized that eunuchs would become extinct within thirty to fifty years.

The imperial palace should be separated from the residential area.

He thought about it and decided to divide the Tokyo Imperial Palace into the East Palace and the West Palace.

The East Palace was the political center of the entire Central Plains, where state affairs were handled, while the West Palace was the harem, where the emperor lived.

He wanted to completely separate the two sides and expand the West Palace outward, with a distance of at least a hundred meters.

In the future, the emperor will have one wife and two concubines, which means that he won’t need too many people in the harem.

Qin Mo drummed his fingers on the table, but finally gave up, not wanting to impose this law on the emperor.

But there were also restrictions: one queen, two concubines, and four imperial concubines, that is, seven women.

He felt that there was no need for more.

"I am the first person to conduct internal inspection and start cleaning the palace." Qin Mo smiled bitterly.

Just then, Yuan Zhiqiu came over.

Seeing him, Qin Mo also asked curiously: "What made you want to come to my place today?"

Qin Mo still likes this low-key junior brother very much.

"Your Majesty, my father's 100th birthday is approaching, and I am here to ask for leave." Yuan Zhiqiu has also lost his youthfulness and has a short beard on his chin. In Tokyo, he has already started a family and a career.

The children are all in primary school.

Over the years, he has been devoted to the study of meteorology. Before the successful launch of satellites, his meteorological method was a benchmark.

And with the satellite, combined with his meteorological method, it would be a king-bomb level combination.

Now, as the Pangu-2 rocket takes off, the control of the weather is becoming more and more precise.

Moreover, Pangu-3 is also under preparation.

Good news also came from Xijing: the first rocket was finally to be launched.

In the future, rockets and satellites will be launched into the sky like dumplings.

Qin Mo also wants to take this opportunity to pave the way for the future.

And Yuan Zhiqiu in front of him was obviously the best candidate.

"Master is already a hundred years old?" Qin Mo was stunned, "I almost forgot."

“Neither did my father.”

"Don't call me your father. We are all family. Don't make such a fuss." Qin Mo waved his hands irritably.

Yuan Zhiqiu immediately changed his words, "My father said that he wanted to keep a low profile, and he has been developing ancient golden elixirs in recent years, and he said that they have been effective.

He also specifically told you not to go and celebrate his birthday."

Qin Mo thought about it and shook his head, "No, I have to go to celebrate his birthday, otherwise, my senior sister will scold me to death."

Gangzi had helped him a lot, so he had to go to celebrate his birthday.

There are also few people who live to be 100 years old.

Moreover, he asked Gangzi to find the anti-aging pill, although he didn't hold out much hope, but what if it worked?
Xiao Yurou is too anxious, even if it's just to comfort her.

Moreover, he also wanted to leave Tokyo and let the remnants jump out so that he could catch them all in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo made a plan.

"By the way, come here, I want your help with something!"

Yuan Zhiqiu walked up to the Golden Palace and asked, "Brother, what's the matter?"

"Come here with your ears!"

Yuan Zhiqiu came over and was also stunned when he heard Qin Mo's words, "Ah, this, this is not good, right?"

"What's wrong with that? This concerns the future. You have to do me a favor."

Yuan Zhiqiu was a little conflicted, "That would be a huge sin."

"What a sin, this is a good thing." Qin Mo curled his lips, "Besides, our Ziwei Star Gate believes that if I don't go to hell, then who will?"

Yuan Zhiqiu looked embarrassed, "That's what Buddhism says. We in Ziwei Star Sect believe that a fellow Taoist dies but I live!"

Qin Mo chuckled and said, "That's not important. What's important is that you have to help me with this."

Unable to resist Qin Mo's persuasion, Yuan Zhiqiu sighed, "Well, okay, but I dare not say whether it will succeed or not!"

"You are the Little Heavenly Master of Ziwei Star Gate. People will definitely believe what you say!" (End of this chapter)