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Chapter 292 Refusal to Cultivate Moths

"The vassal king cannot be hereditary." Zhu Biao said this, and Lao Zhu was taken aback. He wanted to see what Zhu Biao said next.

It's fine if it makes sense, and clean him up if it doesn't make sense.

"I feel that, except for the founding generation of the feudal kings, the rest of the descendants are inferior to the feudal kings.

Titles and thrones require them to go to war to earn fame and go outside to earn fiefdoms.The ministers encouraged them to expand their territory.

You must be 16 years old before you can receive the salary, and the salary is appropriate.

The descendants of the royal family also need to pay food and taxes.

Those lazy descendants who have nothing to do and do nothing, the imperial court will not give them salary, rice and food.

They can choose to do business, take imperial examinations, serve as national scholars, or join the army. As long as they do not break the law, they can earn money for themselves.

As long as they make meritorious deeds, the imperial court will inevitably promote them.

Erchen suggested that a school for the royal children be set up in Miyagi, and their behavior and speech should be assessed every quarter, including civil and military science and technology.

Those who are not motivated and have bad conduct will be fined according to the severity of the salary, and severely demoted.Correct your speech and behavior.

Of course, other clothing, food and dignity will not change, nor will the majesty of the royal family. "

Lao Zhu sat on the steps, moved his eyeballs, but did not speak,
"Father, success is from being diligent and thrifty to failure from extravagance. Treating your children and grandchildren generously will only harm them. If you want to keep the water flowing, you have to restrain and discipline. Instead, you may become a talented person and serve the court." Zhu Biao looked at the old Zhu's face. , speaking slowly.

If Lao Zhu loses his temper, he will leave immediately.

During the Hongwu period, these princes Lumi paid [-] shi and [-] guan in banknotes. In order to let the clan members fully enjoy happiness, Lao Zhu stipulated that the royal family does not have to engage in any occupations.Every descendant of the royal family.All the expenses of these royal families are borne by the imperial court.

Because of this, the royal family launched a childbirth competition, the population of the clan increased rapidly, and the total amount of salary received by the clan was huge, and the total amount allocated by Lumi far exceeded the grain that was provided to the capital every year by all parts of the country.

Old Zhu was a little wilted.

Zhu Biao began to mutter: "A prince's yearly rice is 500 shi, and the banknote is 250 guan. One hundred princes is [-] million shi a year, and the banknote is [-] million guan. Suppose a prince marries ten families and has ten sons a year. A hundred princes will give birth to a thousand children a year.

The prince plus the child, that is [-] people. If they are born, they will have rice, grain and money.

Alas, I don't want the royal family to become a pampered prodigal son, become a hawk and a monkey, and become notorious.

At that time... each person will have 2000 bolts of silk, [-] bolts of gauze, [-] bolts of silk, [-] bolts of winter and summer cloth, [-] liang of cotton, [-] yin of salt, [-] catties of tea, and fodder for horses... It's too..."

Lao Zhu's meal suddenly became stale, and he stood up and glanced into the distance: "You go back, let's think about this matter first."

Zhu Biao nodded: "My son will go back first."

"Biao'er, on the sixth day of next month, welcome the girl from the Xu family into the palace."

"Father, son..." Before Zhu Biao finished speaking, Lao Zhu had already entered the hall.

Seeing his own prince coming down, Sanbao immediately went up to greet him, and silently followed Zhu Biao back to the East Palace.

Chang Meirong was already waiting at the gate of the hall, when she saw Zhu Biao came back, she immediately stepped forward: "Your Highness, you are back."

"Yeah. I just want to take a bath."

"Hurry up, Jin'er is going to prepare hot water, Your Highness wants to take a bath." Mrs. Chang ordered them to work, and came over and said, "It's because of a quarrel with the emperor."

Zhu Biao said that he should not be a rice worm to the vassal king and the future clan.

Sitting beside him, Chang said: "Your Highness, if Emperor Father is not happy about this matter, His Highness should not mention it again, besides, it will chill people's hearts."

"You...are you lonely? Whose heart is cold? Is it King Qin, King Jin, or King Zhou? Or is it King Wu and the others? Don't they all do nothing like the second child, running back from the weaving bureau, and fighting with him?" Scolding and insulting the court lady, sucking Daming's blood like a vampire.

What is the purpose of working hard alone, reforming the system and building a bureau, and repairing straight roads?If you want to have a long-term Ming Dynasty, you have to face this matter sooner or later. "

Zhu Biao couldn't help but raise his voice a little bit, Chang Meirong looked at him and explained: "The concubine is just afraid that His Highness will anger Father, and is worried about His Highness."

"Don't talk too much." Zhu Biao turned and left.

"Where are you going, Your Highness?" Chang Meirong hurriedly followed.

"The princess should rest earlier." Zhu Biao glanced at Sanbao: "Let's go."

"Yes." Sanbao immediately followed Zhu Biao out of Changle Hall.

Jin'er prepared hot water, and when she ran in to report, she found that His Highness the Crown Prince had gone nowhere.

"Jin'er, Yu'er, go down, Your Highness won't come back tonight." Chang sat on the edge of the couch with her stomach in her arms, her handkerchief was pulled into a ball, and tears were pattering down her eyes.

The two maids and the wet nurse stood by. When Chang Meirong went back last time, Mrs. Chang asked her wet nurse to follow.

"Miss, if Your Majesty and Your Majesty know that the Crown Prince is murdering you, they will help Miss." The maid next to her said angrily, "His Royal Highness is indeed true, Miss is still pregnant with his flesh and blood, but His Highness shows no mercy."

A few words from the little maid made Chang even more aggrieved, and her tears were like beads falling off a thread.

The wet nurse scolded: "You two little maids are not taboo, you talk nonsense. The palace is not a permanent residence, so no one cares about what you say. If you make a mistake, you will lose your head."

The two maids shrank their necks from the training.

Nurse: "Miss can't break her body from crying. It's not good to scare the eldest grandson. When husband and wife live, there will always be disagreements, and they will pass by stumbling.

His Highness the Crown Prince is not an ordinary man, and he is busy with all kinds of things on weekdays, but many officials in the court and central government have given him a good reputation for many things His Highness has done.

It must be because things were not going well today, so we quarreled with the young lady. Last time the young lady was ill, His Highness sat and took care of her all night. This is unavoidable.

Don't listen to those two girls talking nonsense, you can't tell your majesty about this, the prince is the lady's husband, and the glory of the East Palace is brought by the prince.To dismantle His Highness's platform is to slap yourself in the face.

To tell you something from the bottom of my heart, to enter the harem must be broad-minded, benevolent and loving. I think Ms. Xu Er generously imparted the secrets of embroidery craftsmanship, and also pointed out the needlework to promote embroidery skills. "

The nurse helped her cover the quilt, wiped her tears and said with a smile, "Miss is still a child."

Zhu Biao stood in the imperial garden, and San Bao shrank his neck coldly: "Your Highness, this servant thinks that this should be done slowly, and your Majesty has no intention of denying it."

In Kunning Palace, Empress Ma raised some spring silkworms in her palace, and the silkworms were very small.

"One hundred, ten per year, one hundred...salary money..." Lao Zhu wrote and scratched there.

"Chongba, didn't I help you figure it out, why are you doing it again?" Empress Ma took the paper and said, "I think what Biuer said makes sense."

"The harem is not allowed to engage in politics." After Lao Zhu finished speaking, he lowered his head to settle the account. He became confused again after calculating, so Empress Ma had to help him calculate again.

Chang felt vaguely that there was someone beside the bed. When she woke up, she saw Zhu Biao sitting on the edge of the couch in a daze. She rubbed her eyes and got up and said, "Your Highness, my concubine...help you change your clothes."

"it is good."

"Gu shouldn't kill you, but you have to always remember that you and Gu are on the same rope, and our blessings and misfortunes depend on each other." Zhu Biao helped her cover the quilt: "You took the portrait of the woman on the Gu bookshelf, right?" .”

"Miss Shen's portrait was taken by my concubine."

"It's not an example."

"Yes, the concubine has made a note."

(End of this chapter)