Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Chapter 469: Angry Voices in the Imperial Study, Thunder of Hongwu Shocks All the Sages

Dong Lun, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, coughed twice and cleared his throat, his face full of solemnity.

He bowed to everyone and said slowly, "My Lords, this horse politics is no small matter.
If there is any mistake, the reputation of our Ming Dynasty will be lost.

If we mess this up, at the very least, the people will stab us in the back.

To put it in a bigger picture, it might even lead to foreign races taking the opportunity to cause trouble, leading to a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, we all need to work together and sit down to discuss the key points."

After hearing this, the Minister of Justice Hu Zhen nodded hurriedly and agreed with a serious face: "Master Dong is right, Your Highness, Your Majesty.

I have heard a little about the chaos in this horse farm on a daily basis.

If we really want to clean up the situation, in my humble opinion, we have to catch some people who violate the law and regulations in the horse farm on a daily basis.

As for the Ministry of Justice, we must make thorough preparations in advance.

The law is like a mountain. How to deal with it according to the law and how to sentence and convict require a strict and detailed regulation.

We can't be in a panic at that time, not only will it be unfair.

If the court's laws are violated, it would be our dereliction of duty."

Minister of Works Xue Xiang was listening at the side, feeling extremely anxious, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

He couldn't help but take two steps forward, raised his voice, and said anxiously: "And, Your Highness, Your Majesty!

If the horse farm facilities need to be maintained or expanded, that is the responsibility of our Ministry of Industry.

But now where does the money come from and how to allocate manpower? These are all tricky problems.

Although our Ministry of Industry is in charge of many engineering projects on a daily basis, a good cook cannot cook without rice!
Without money and manpower, it is like going to war but without food and weapons.

This is a difficult matter, and we all need to discuss it together."

Qian Yue, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "Master Xue, what are you saying?

It seems like your Ministry of Works is the only one that has a difficult time. Our Ministry of Rites also has a lot of things to worry about.

No matter how the horse policy is handled, there must be an appropriate explanation to the outside world, as those foreign countries are all watching.

If a bad reputation gets out, the Ministry of Rites will have to think of ways to deal with it, which will take a lot of effort."

For a while, arguments broke out in the imperial study, with everyone talking at the same time and no one giving in.

The atmosphere was as tense as a bowstring that was about to break, as if a little more force would cause it to break with a "snap".

Everyone was extremely anxious, but no one could convince anyone else.

They all feel that the difficulties they face are the most important.

This horse policy issue is really complicated and tricky, and involves too many things.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the dragon throne, his face becoming increasingly gloomy, just like the sky before a storm.

His brows were tightly furrowed, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and there seemed to be burning anger in his eyes.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang's irritability was like a raging fire burning in his chest.

It burned more and more fiercely, until it made him furious.

He suddenly slapped the armrest of the dragon throne, and there was a loud "bang".

It was like a bolt of thunder that struck out of nowhere, shaking the entire imperial study.

This frightened everyone.

In an instant, the entire imperial study was silent, and you could hear a pin drop.

The officials from the six ministries present did not even dare to breathe, and all looked at Zhu Yuanzhang in fear.

His eyes were full of fear and his body was shaking slightly unconsciously.

At this moment, the candlelight in the imperial study jumped violently a few times.

The flames flickered, and the light and shadows shook violently on the wall, casting strange shadows. The solemn atmosphere became even more oppressive, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping everyone's hearts.

Zhu Yuanzhang shouted angrily, "Shut up! Look at you guys making such a fuss. What a disgrace!
Did we gather you here just to listen to your arguments?
What we want is a way to actually solve the problem!

My dear Lord Liang, you have always been very concerned about horse politics.

So what do you think the long-term plan should be?"

There was a hint of expectation for Liang Yexian in Zhu Yuanzhang's tone at this moment.

But the frown on his face revealed a bit of helplessness and despair.

After all, the horse policy issue is imminent and needs to be resolved urgently.

Liang Yexian hurriedly stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

The movements were standard and neat, and he did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

He looked very respectful, bowed his head slightly, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, please calm down. I think what His Royal Highness Prince Jin said before is very true.

Exploring the current status of the tea-horse trade and checking the horse farms are two things that should be carried out simultaneously.

However, when investigating, we need to select those who are familiar with the customs of foreign tribes, eloquent, and intelligent. "

Having said this, Liang Yesian raised his head slightly.

He looked at the expressions of the crowd and saw that everyone was listening attentively, so he continued, “Your Majesty, gentlemen.

Only by sending such people can we better understand the thoughts of foreign tribes.

Just think about it, the tea-horse trade involved many foreign ethnic groups.

If you don't understand their customs and habits, misunderstandings can easily arise during communication.

If you're not careful, something terrible might happen.

Only by avoiding unnecessary misunderstandings during communication can we do things more smoothly. "

Liang Yesian paused and secretly glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang's expression.

Seeing that his expression eased a little, he mustered up his courage and continued, "As for the matter of checking the horse farm, in addition to routine matters such as checking the accounts, I think we need to establish a long-term supervision mechanism.

The chaos at this horse farm did not happen overnight; it is the result of accumulation over a long period of time.

If we want to prevent similar waste and chaos from happening again in the future, we have to address the problem from the root.

Let this supervision mechanism be like a bright mirror hanging high in the sky, alerting everyone at all times. "

At this time, the Minister of Revenue Fan Min frowned and asked: "Sir Liang, you said it lightly!

Establishing a supervision mechanism would cost a lot of money and manpower.

Where will the money come from, and where will the manpower be recruited from?"

Liang Yexian hurriedly bowed and responded, "Master Fan, this is indeed a difficult problem.

But I think that a portion of the expenses saved after the renovation of the horse farm can be allocated.

Then transfer some capable people from various government offices to get this mechanism up and running.

Furthermore, in addition to tax and reward concessions for private horse breeding, the court can also send special personnel to guide the methods of horse breeding.

These specialists must be experienced and proficient in equestrian skills, so as to improve the quality of horses.

The horses raised by the people can also contribute to the reserve of war horses for the Ming Dynasty.

Of course, this is just my humble opinion, and I hope Your Majesty and the others will consider and decide. "

After hearing Liang Yexian's words, Zhu Yuanzhang closed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought.

His hands unconsciously tapped lightly on the armrests of the dragon throne, as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

(End of this chapter)