Emperor Ming Dynasty

It is very easy to formulate a policy, but it is difficult to implement it.

It's like when an ordinary person watches Liu Xiang hurdle, his brain remembers the steps, strategy, and movements, but his hands and feet can't keep up.

The imperial court decided to curb slaves. The previous slave change in Shaoxing, Zhejiang was just a reminder that slaves were legally treated as ordinary people.

But if you think about it with your feet, you know that the implementation must be full of loopholes, and there are even few real implementations at all.

So generally speaking, in the middle and late stages of the dynasty, unless there are major changes related to life and death and most of the bureaucrats are united, otherwise it is easy and hard to change.

Like Wang Anshi's reform, he did not start the reform impulsively, but planned to train bureaucrats himself from the beginning, such as changing the imperial examination, implementing the Sanshe law, and accumulating talents for the reform.

In view of the drawbacks of the imperial examinations, which determine winners and losers, a three-tier system of county school, state school, and imperial school was implemented, and the local government was admitted to the central government step by step, and then the official position was determined by the school's results.

It sounds fair, public schools, food and drink, but in fact, because of the general operation of fighting monsters and upgrading, the complicated process breeds a lot of corruption.

As a result, the Sanshe Law was abolished after 20 years of implementation.

It's a pity that the talent has not yet matured, and the reforms carried out in a hurry, without the support of their own people, completely changed the place.

Good government becomes bad government.

In this way, Song Shenzong lay down and died, and Wang Anshi went to the wild.

Zhu Yixi came from a later generation, so he is naturally clear about this.

So pass the provincial test, fill the officialdom, and take the lead in carrying out reforms in the rotten north.

The south maintains a large number of former officials, so it is natural to be cautious and skeptical.

Sending imperial envoys is the best way.

Different from the previous ones, this time the imperial envoy was Feng Rui, Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. In the vast south, almost no one dared to compete with him.

"Okay!" Feng Rui pinched and appealed: "Jin Yiwei is extraordinary, you will make a great contribution, and I will invite the emperor."

Du Bing backed away, no joy was visible on his face.

"Why, Dong Weng is not happy?" the staff at the side wondered.

"The prestige of the factory has been spread in the south again, although it is said to be for the court..."

Feng Rui felt helpless for Jin Yiwei to bring Cheng Yuan back so easily.

The Cheng family is also a big family in Shanghai. It is said that there are hundreds of family members and servants, and the family is rich.

Moreover, he was still a juror, with a great reputation, and Jin Yiwei took it back like catching flies, without any hindrance.

It can be seen that its prestige is great.

Du Bing returned to Qianhusuo and met Qianhu Tangfu.

This Qianhu was once in Jiujiang Mansion and participated in the incident where the three princes were arrested, so he has very deep experience.

"How is it?" Tang Fu said calmly.

"Both people and evidence have been brought back." Du Bing said softly, "In terms of location, we now know."

"That's good." Tang Fu sipped his tea and said softly, "Let's Jin Yiwei don't want to get involved with too many literati affairs."

"Yes!" Du Bing clasped his hands, feeling himself stepping back.

Seeing him leave, Tang Fu's eyes shone with light.

Unlike the previous Zhejiang slave changes, it was too abrupt, and Jin Yiwei had no sense of participation at all.

But this time is different, there are orders from the imperial court, His Majesty's will, and requests from the imperial envoys, so the entire Jiangnan region does not escape much at all. …

Slaves have good citizenship, and to kill a servant is to kill an ordinary person.

Who can hold back the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River?

Those who are smart will hand over the slave bond and change it into employment.

And those stubborn ones are naturally Jin Yiwei's sword ghosts.

"Not bad!" Tang Fu felt that the aftermath of this incident was definitely not small, and Jin Yiwei would definitely make a contribution and reap benefits.

……

At the beginning of May, just after the Dragon Boat Festival, the Forbidden City was busy, and a large number of things and objects, the emperor's concubines and civil and military officials, were relocated again.

Yuquan Summer Resort.

Jia Daihua hurried back home after a while, took off his armor, and the steaming heat dissipated.

"Iced sour plum soup?" Looking at his younger brother holding a bowl of cold soup, he couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed it directly, and drank it down.

At this time, Jia Daishan, who was just able to leave at the age of three, immediately began to cry with a loud voice.

Mrs. Jia on the side didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I just got into a row when I got home, I can't bear it for a while, can I make you short?"

"Mother, it's too hot today, I can't wait." Jia Daihua shook his head, then said with a smile, "My brother's soup is better."

As he said that, he hugged him in his arms, and the latter laughed loudly.

"Dad hasn't come back yet?"

After teasing for a while, Jia Daihua turned his head and asked.

"Your father is in the military camp. He will never come back until the sun goes down. He is not like you. He works in three shifts and is very relaxed and happy."

"Mom, it's not easy for me to stand on patrol for three or four hours every day." Jia Daihua had no choice but to complain.

"Do it well, don't slack off."

At this time, the six or seven-year-old sister ran out, wearing a small skirt, not to mention how lively she was.

"Big Brother, Big Brother——" Seeing her younger brother in her arms, she immediately became unhappy, and murmured, "Why is the third child so ignorant, that Big Brother just came back!"

"You are the only one who is sensible." Jia Daihua patted his little head.

The whole family chatted and laughed, otherwise a servant would report: "Madam, young master, someone from the People's Letters Bureau said it was a letter from Master Wang."

Master Wang refers to Wang Qing, who led the army in Chahar.

The so-called Minxin Bureau, that is, the private letter bureau, is a non-governmental postal agency. It was first established by merchants in Ningbo in the south. It was established during the Yongle period. At first, it was only for Ningbo merchants to send letters and deliver mail to each other. Later, it spread to other people. .

Compared with the post station system, its private operation requires fees and the speed is slow, but the biggest feature is to charge money to do things.

Unlike a post station, it can only be transmitted by the official.

The Shaowu reform post station only received officials and messengers and delivered official documents, and private letters of other officials were no longer delivered, which saved a lot of resources.

At the same time, due to the vacancy in the official market, the Civil Credit Bureau has developed in great strides and began to spread all over the world.

When Jia Daihua saw the stamp, he knew it was for his father, so he didn't look at it.

Since there was time for chatting, a servant came to report: "Madam, Master and Master Shi are back together."

"Notify the servants to prepare two more dishes." Mrs. Jia turned her head and ordered, and then stood up to greet her with a smile.

"Siblings are chattering." Seeing the members of the Jia family, Shi Jinbao glanced emphatically at Jia Daihua, and then said with a smile:  …

"I don't want to come, but Lao Jiafei wants to drag me over."

"Just come and see your son-in-law, look, how strong he is."

Jia Yan laughed, and the two walked side by side to the living room.

Jia Daihua knew how to be ashamed, lowered his head slightly, and called uncle.

"If there is no good wine today, I will not spare you."

Shi Jinbao laughed.

As he spoke, his eyes turned to Jia Daihua.

This is not wrong, the purpose of this trip is for this son-in-law.

Jia Daihua is now a bodyguard in front of the imperial court, and he is a sixth-rank official. Once he is released, he will be a battalion official with a bright future.

Now he has grown to 17 years old, and he is also strong and hardworking, and it is more than enough to be a son-in-law.

Of course, both of them are viscounts, and the right family is also an important reason.

"You are no different than others in the palace. You are cautious, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't listen to what you shouldn't, and just survive for two years like this."

Shi Jinbao said softly: "Not to mention anything else, just one battalion is definitely more than enough."

"Yes, you are right." Jia Daihua could only deal with it.

An Sheng lived in the palace, with the emperor and empress sitting in charge, so there were basically no chores.

Only the hardest thing is to endure.

Patrols, guards, guards, and military strength tests from time to time are tedious and busy.

"What do you think?"

Shi Jinbao cared more about this son-in-law than Jia Yan did.

"Uncle, I am now the imperial bodyguard, the second-class bodyguard. If I still go up, I can only be the first-class bodyguard. There are not many in the entire inner court. There are only one radish and one pit."

Jia Daihua raised his head and said seriously: "If you stay in the palace for a long time, it will be difficult to go to the battlefield after a long time. I want to go out of the palace next year—"

"Hutu—" Jia Yan immediately scolded, "You're only 17 years old, and you'll only be eighteen next year. What do you know, isn't going to the battlefield to death?"

"After staying in the court for a few years, the emperor will get to know him well, and once he comes out, he will have a bright future..."

"Brother Jia, I think what Daihua said is right."

Shi Jinbao on the side smiled and said, "Being in front of the emperor is all about eye contact."

"You can't get it if you ask for it. It's better to go to the battlefield and wait for a few years, but there will be no good place to go."

As soon as these words came out, Jia Yan fell silent.

There was a little surprise in the gaze that greeted him.

Eyebrows lowered, he was lost in thought.

Today, the northwest region is the most bitter, but it is also the place with the most meritorious service.

A Yarkand, I don’t know how many nobles and officials he has created, and the three tribes of Oirat Mongolia in the north are tough guys no matter how you look at it.

However, for the nobles, as long as they can make military exploits, no matter what waste, money and food, they can fight.

Therefore, there are disputes between the cabinet and the five-armed governor's office, which swing from side to side.

Many people are also betting and dare not bet lightly.

After all, once you go to the northwest, you will eat sand, and it is difficult to come back easily. Even if you come back, you will not have a good position.

To gamble or not to gamble?This is a puzzling question.

A dinner party was enjoyed, but Jia Yan was full of thoughts and couldn't let go of the fun.

At night, he couldn't restrain himself, and asked his son, "You are often by the emperor's side, do you know what your plan is?"...

"What plan?" Jia Daihua was a little confused.

"Meaning to Oirat Mongolia."

Jia Yan said angrily: "So you can't hear any letters, but there is always a word of mouth!"

"My son doesn't quite understand either." Jia Daihua said, "But I think that the emperor is so talented that he must not let go of the Western Regions."

"The southern half is brought back, let alone the northern half?"

Hearing this, Jia Yan couldn't help but nodded: "You're right, how can those readings in the cabinet hold His Majesty down?"

"Wait for another two years of money and food, and then you can send troops."

As he spoke, Jia Yan patted his shoulder and said, "I have decided for my father, I will go to the northwest in two months."

"For you, let's make do with it this year, and go at the beginning of next year. When the father and son fight, who will be our opponent?"

Jia Daihua was also said to be very moved.

The next day, the Shifu invited Jia Daihua to play, using the name Shi Ding and Shi Nai brothers.

But everyone knows that this is to gather face for the young couple before marriage and try to cultivate their relationship as much as possible.

Miss Shi turned fifteen this year, so it's time to discuss marriage.

Jia Daihua was very interested in this, but after arriving at the Shifu, he was confronted with a group of adults who questioned him, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Afterwards, he hurriedly got acquainted with the young lady of the Shi family, and chatted a few words about family matters before being kicked out.

Brother Shi Jia was very happy and took him directly to the restaurant.

Jia Daihua met an acquaintance: Xue Chongwen.

The imperial merchant of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"Brother Xue—" Although he was surprised how they got together, Jia Daihua had been in the palace for a year after all, so he was quite sensible.

"I heard that Brother Jia is coming, so I specially prepared a present—"

Xue Chongwen's demeanor is gentle, but he is very forthright, so he directly brought a few people to the stable.

A pure black horse came into view.

The silk-like fur immediately attracted Jia Daihua's attention.

"I often go to Chifeng. Among other things, there is no shortage of horses. You and I are friends. This is a meeting ceremony. Brother Jia, don't refuse."

Xue Chongwen laughed.

Shi Nai on the side whispered in his ear: "I heard that General Wang has a close relationship with your family, so I asked you to come here."

In this way, Jia Daihua suddenly understood.

Uncle Wang was in Chahar, and the Xue family often went to Chahar for business, so it was normal to curry favor with him.

He glanced at the Shijia brothers, the two boys must have gained a lot of benefits.

"Brother Xue has a heart, then I will be disrespectful."

Jia Daihua accepted it with a smile, hiding his disdain for businessmen in his heart.

Now, the few people chatted happily.

Xue Chongwen did not blindly agree, but instead talked about business:

"Now the imperial court has two cities in Chahar, one is Chengde, east of Gubeikou, and the other is the center of Chahar, Chifeng."

"And to the north of Chifeng is Khalkha Mongolia. To the east is Jilin Dusi and a group of Horqin tribes."

"Whether it's going to Jilin, Khalkha Mongolia, or the Horqin people, it's a big income, and the Tartars will never refuse."

"One iron pot can be exchanged for dozens of sheep."

Hearing this, several people were shocked.

With the acquisition of Chahar and Suiyuan regions, Beijing especially likes to eat mutton, which is cheaper than beef and has more face than pork. The key is that it is delicious.

In this way, the value of a sheep is only three or four silver dollars, while the value of an iron pot is less than half a dollar.

This is dozens of times more than Li Lan, even his noble sons could not help but turn pale with astonishment when they heard this.

"Then Brother Xue is as rich as an enemy?" Shi Ding said with a smile.

"How can we talk about being rich and rivaling the country." Xue Chongwen shook his head and said, "It's not safe to live on the grassland, those Tartars like to rob, if there are no powerful guards, it will be difficult."

"It is precisely because of the lack of major generals that I dare not go north, and the benefits I have gained are minimal."

"Then my Shi family has it!" Shi Ding couldn't help but said, "You and I, Shi, Jia, and Xue's family have wealth and power, so why don't we have money?"

At this time, Jia Daihua interjected, "We have to make up for the Wang family."