I am Emperor Wanli

Chapter 38 Teaching Hai Rui

The coordination office near Xiyuan Xi'an Gate.

This is the place where Zhu Yijun feels most comfortable.

This is his territory, he calls the shots.

Here, he could talk freely with Zhao Zhenji and Xu Wei, give them advice and tell them how to build a qualified state-owned enterprise of the Ming Dynasty, how to seize the market and gain more profits; how to support the upstream, ensure the supply of goods and achieve a win-win situation.

How can we supervise these state-owned enterprises through financial and personnel systems, so that trust managers distributed across the country can fully exercise their initiative within the framework and rules.

Sometimes, while talking, he would go off topic and start commenting on the Ming Dynasty's economic and fiscal system.

Back then, who wasn’t a key politician?

If you want to be a qualified politician, you must learn a lot of things by yourself, otherwise you won’t be able to beat the other party even if you spit on them online.

"Today, the development of the capital is very uneven. There are almost one million soldiers and civilians, including civil and military officials, nobles and relatives, soldiers in the capital camp, and ordinary people. Most of them do not work, and they rely entirely on grain transport and a small amount of sea transport to transport money and grain from the southeast and other places, as well as various materials from all over the country.

There are also Liaodong Town, Jizhou Town and Xuanfu Town in the nine northern borders, with more than 200,000 soldiers, who also need to be supplied with money and food from the south. "

Zhu Yijun stood at the head of a round table, with his hands behind his back, and talked like a little adult.

Turning around, I saw a dark, thin and skinny old man wearing a slightly whitish gray robe, a cloth wrapped on his head, and a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes covered with mud and dust. He looked like an old farmer, standing at the door and looking inside.

"Sir?"

Zhu Yijun asked with a bow, very curious about how he got in.

His own coordination office is backed by the Western Garden and is guarded by the imperial guards. No outsider can enter casually.

"Hai Rui, Director of the Zhejiang Qingli Division of the Ministry of Revenue, pays homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Prince Yu."

Zhu Yijun was stunned.

Are you Hai Rui? !

Aren't you in the Ministry of Justice? Why were you transferred to the Ministry of Revenue?
Zhu Yijun felt something was wrong.

Xu Jie and Gao Gong were both old foxes with experience of a thousand years. After suffering losses several times, they could guess where the masterminds behind the troubles came from, and they could also judge where their own lifeline lay.

Southeastern Anti-Japanese Food and Pay Coordination Office.

Then they tacitly and quietly moved Hai Rui from the Ministry of Justice to the Ministry of Revenue, and both were still in the Zhejiang Qingli Division.

You really think highly of me.

Zhu Yijun also knew why Hai Rui was able to come in.

He insisted on fairness and justice, and insisted on severe punishment of Xu Jie's cousin and nephew, as well as the father and son of the Gu family. This shocked the court and the capital, and also made the reputation of Hai Qingtian shine.

Today, he came to visit the Coordination Office as the head of the Ministry of Revenue to discuss "business".

First, it is legitimate.

The second reason is that they are intimidated by his great reputation.

My Lord, are you still worried that he will come in and cause trouble?

In addition, there is a wall separating this place from the Western Garden, so it is not part of the forbidden area and was naturally let in by the imperial guards.

"It turns out to be the famous Hai Rui, Mr. Hai Qingtian. Please come in, please come in!" Zhu Yijun greeted hurriedly.

Zhao Zhenji and Xu Wei looked at each other. The person who came did not come with good intentions!

The two men stood up and bowed to Hai Rui in greeting.

"Mr. Dazhou, you are my senior, and I am honored to meet you."

"Mr. Wenchang, we have dealt with each other in Zhejiang before. We are old acquaintances. There is no need to be polite. How is Hu Butang these days?"

Zhu Yijun was a little surprised to see Hai Rui greeting him warmly.

Although Hai Rui does not look like Huang Zhizhong, he is not as stubborn and unkind as the legend says.

"Your Highness, I just heard a few words from you outside the door. You pointed out the so-called unbalanced development of the capital, and you have a lot of ideas. I happened to be transferred to the Ministry of Revenue, and I have something to do with money, grain and people's livelihood. I would like to listen to your teachings, please feel free to give me your advice."

"Master Hai, you are too polite." Zhu Yijun waved his hand and said, "I was just chatting with Mr. Dazhou and Mr. Wenchang. Since Mr. Gangfeng is interested, let's chat together."

"Thank you, son."

Hai Rui was also secretly surprised by Zhu Yijun's attitude. The nine-year-old boy not only had meaningful words, but was also generous, open-minded and straightforward. He was completely different from the sinister emperor and the cowardly Prince Yu.

Sitting down, Zhu Yijun glanced at the three of them and continued talking.

"Just now I mentioned that the millions of soldiers and civilians in the capital rely mostly on the money and grain supply from the south. This will cause a huge problem, that is, dependence. The millions of soldiers and civilians rely on the southeast for food, drink, and defecation. If the southeast sneezes, or the canal is slightly blocked, the capital will catch a cold and get sick."

Hai Rui's eyes flickered, and he asked, "Could it be that His Royal Highness intends to move the capital back to Nanjing?"

Zhu Yijun was the emperor of a different generation, and everyone in the court and the country knew it.

Hai Rui sensed something of the foreboding in the words just now.

If the prince intends to move the capital back to Nanjing, he may start to do so after he ascends the throne.

However, in Hai Rui's view, moving the capital would undoubtedly be a huge disaster for the Ming Dynasty and its people.

"Mr. Gangfeng, you misunderstood my meaning. I was only pointing out the weaknesses of the capital's development. I had absolutely no intention of moving the capital. Besides, if the capital was really moved to Nanjing, the nine frontiers would be even more difficult to defend."

Zhao Zhenji, Xu Wei and Hai Rui's eyes lit up.

Hai Rui was a guest, and he was very frank and open-minded, so he couldn't help asking, "Your Highness, why do you say that moving the capital to Nanjing will make it more difficult to defend the nine borders?"

"The second ancestor of our dynasty laid the foundation for the present-day Ming Dynasty, and all the other ancestors patched up the foundation. During the Hongxi period, due to huge financial pressure, Emperor Renzong intended to move the capital to Nanjing. Fortunately, Emperor Xuanzong, who ascended the throne shortly afterwards, insisted on staying in Beijing.

But once people have a way out, they lose their fighting spirit. During the Xuande period, Kaiping Guard was abandoned. In addition to the Da Ning Guard abandoned at the end of the Yongle period, our dynasty's defense line against the northern barbarians retreated to the nine borders. The defense line of the capital was also contracted to Xuanfu, Jizhou, and Liaodong. "

Later, Emperor Yingzong's Tumu Incident occurred, and the situation in the north became even more dangerous and urgent. In the 29th year of Jiajing's reign, during the Gengxu Incident, the Tatars reached the Anding Gate of the capital.

Even with all the difficulties, the Emperor did not dare to talk about moving south lightly. Why?"

Zhao Zhenji, Xu Wei and Hai Rui straightened their backs and couldn't help but sit up straight.

"The Ming Dynasty has the emperor guarding the country's gates. The emperor of the Ming Dynasty is in Beijing, the nobles and relatives are in Beijing, and the civil and military officials are in Beijing. Only in this way can we legitimately mobilize manpower and material resources from all over the country, store them in the nine borders, guard the borders, and protect the peace of China and the Central Plains.

From this point of view, our Ming Dynasty is worthy of being the most legitimate dynasty in history!"

"Great!" Hai Rui clapped his hands and praised loudly.

Zhao Zhenji and Xu Wei also praised it.

Well, it seems that what I said has an effect.

Of course I know that the Ming Dynasty emperor had no choice but to guard the country's borders, but Wenxuan, you have to say this.

Since Hai Rui is now a common enemy, we have to use propaganda.

Zhu Yijun continued, "It is just that this is the truth, and people of insight in the world can understand it, but most ordinary people are dull and only care about their three meals a day.

They were not aware of the importance of the Nine Frontiers. They only knew that most of the money and food they earned through hard work was transported north to the capital, and then to the Nine Frontiers, where they were eaten up by the powerful and the soldiers.

I will definitely curse in my heart."

The three of them continued to nod.

They all have a lot of understanding in their hearts, especially in the southeast, from the common people to the gentry, they have all formed a tacit understanding and idea in their hearts.

We support the imperial court and the nine border armies, so everyone in the Ming Dynasty must listen to me!
Especially the officials and gentry from aristocratic families, they would think in their hearts, I pay so much money and grain, I mine, do some business, do some trade with maritime merchants, and I still have to pay taxes, is this fair?

Zhu Yijun continued, "On the other hand, economic development always involves both inflow and outflow. The capital only has money flowing in, but not outflow. A huge amount of grain and silver flowed into the capital, causing abnormal prosperity.

In the shops of the capital, goods from all over the country are everywhere. But how many of them are produced in the capital and northern Zhili? What is the most developed industry in the capital? One is human traffickers, buying and selling people as slaves and servants, introducing strong women to serve officials and wealthy families.

The second is restaurants and gambling houses. At night, there are bright lights, wine and women, and people are drunk and dreaming. Countless wealth from all over the world flows into the capital, and then is eaten, drunk and played by these people. Is there any benefit to the country and the people?

No! "

"That's so good!"

Hai Rui slammed the table excitedly and shouted loudly.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is very righteous and understands the people's livelihood. He is truly a blessing to the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Yijun smiled faintly, "Mr. Gangfeng, I understand your feelings. Please be patient and listen to me continue."

Hai Qingtian, if you are unhappy with what I am going to say next, please don’t bang the table again.

(End of this chapter)