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Chapter 869 Don't Blame My Poisonous Hands
Yuzhu sat on a stone bench in the bamboo forest, and on the stone table in front of him were teacups and various snacks.

As a seasoned foodie, Yuzhu knows how to enjoy life.

In the garden, no matter where Yu Zhu went, the little eunuch Qin Ding would carry two red lacquered food boxes, which were filled with his favorite delicacies.

In the capital city in the twelfth lunar month, the wind is biting.However, Yuzhu didn't feel cold at all.

Because, inside the official uniform, Yuzhu was wearing a special goose down jacket.

This kind of goose down jacket is lined with earthen cloth and filled with several catties of goose down.

That's all, on the outside of the official uniform, Yuzhu also wore a sable fur cloak, with a red fox fur scarf at the neckline.

Because of the long-term stepping on the snow, the thick-soled official boots on Yuzhu's feet are also high-end products with tarpaulin, goose down and cotton added.

In winter in Beijing, it snows almost every day.

The old middle halls who came to see you in the garden, when they reached the gate of the garden, they had to get off their sedan chairs and walk.

The old middle halls wear traditional homespun thick-soled official boots. Whenever there is snow, the boots and the homespun soles will get wet.

As time goes by, chilblains will inevitably grow on the feet, making the old Zhongtang miserable.

Yu Zhu took a sip of the warm tea soup, picked up a piece of rose cake, and just stuffed it into his mouth when he saw Zhang Hongxu running over panting.

"Master Zhizhu, Lord Long Live called you over." Zhang Hongxu dutifully tied his hands.

Yu Zhu nodded, and said lightly: "You go back to Han Ama, just say that I have had enough rest before going over."

Zhang Hongxu rolled his eyes in anxiety, but he was helpless.

The one who dared to keep the old emperor waiting, so far, apart from the abolition of the prince, is Yuzhu.

Zhang Hongxu didn't dare to leave at all.He was afraid that if he went back alone, he would be severely hammered by the old emperor, so he simply lowered his head and waited for Yu Zhu to rest.

Yuzhu ate another piece of mung bean cake and drank half a cup of warm tea slowly, then slowly got up and walked back.

The little eunuch Qin Ding stayed where he was and cleaned up the things on the stone table.

Another young eunuch, Yan Lin, was holding a hand warmer with silver frost charcoal inside, and followed behind Yuzhu step by step.

As soon as Yuzhu stepped into the door, he saw Zhang Tingyu kneeling by the door, and his top hat was taken off.

Hehe, Hengchen, with your little thoughtfulness, how dare you challenge your master?

"Your servant, Yuzhu, I respectfully invite Shengan."

"Eli!"

When Yuzhu stood up straight, the old emperor said coldly: "The honorary title I have always given is just a literal conversion. This is a bad habit that has been passed down through the ages. It is specially used to deceive ignorant emperors into thinking that it is an honorary title, but in fact it is not. There is nothing honorable about it. Now the western region of the country employs troops, and the officers and soldiers wear hard coats, brave the heat and cold, have worked hard for a long time, and the people have traveled a long way with heavy loads, and they are also very tired. In addition, many places have been affected by disasters, and the people have suffered even more. .Under such circumstances, the only thing to do is to improve the province and rule the country to benefit the common people. There is nothing to celebrate! Some humble and shameless people think that holding the celebration will bring special favors and hope to get something; some even think that the 60th anniversary celebration must be To implement a policy of leniency, to take the opportunity to intentionally kill and commit crimes. It can be seen that there is no benefit in celebrating."

Just looking at this passage, it is indeed easy to make grassroots feel grateful for the mighty kindness of the emperor.

In fact, the old emperor built a large number of buildings and repaired palaces extensively. One palace after another was built, and beauties were recruited one after another.

Not to mention anything else, it cost millions of taels of silver just to rebuild the auspicious soil in ten thousand years.

"Khan Ama is holy." Yuzhu deliberately did not make a clear statement, but just continued to praise the saint, "Although Yao and Shun are ancient, they may not be as good as them!"

Before the old emperor could ask, Yu Zhu said again: "Your old man, Ama Khan, you should be celebrated by the whole world. In my opinion, why don't you exempt Shaanxi and Gansu from money and food?"

Standing by the door, Zhang Hongxu secretly raised his thumb, Master Zhu, he is really tall in Gaojiazhuang!
The Northwest is using troops, and the soldiers and people in Shaanxi and Gansu are in urgent need of food. Yuzhu's flattery is quite good.

"According to what you mean, as long as the money and food are exempted, there will be no worries about food for soldiers in the northwest?" The old emperor asked him coldly, leaning on the jade pillar.

Yuzhu said confidently: "Based on my minister's little experience in managing the economy, as long as the imperial court exempts money and grain from Shaanxi and Gansu, and then uses money to buy grain, it must be able to receive as much as it wants."

"Why?" The old emperor continued to question Yu Zhu in disbelief.

"The land of Shaanxi and Gansu is extremely barren. The few high-yielding and high-quality fields are all in the hands of the gentry. The gentry are afraid of apportionment by the court, and they must all pretend to be poor. If the court entrusts merchants to come forward and openly purchase grain, not only Shaanxi The grain hidden by the Gan gentry will inevitably be sold, and the grain merchants in the Central Plains will actively transport grain to Shaanxi and Gansu for profit." The reason Yu Zhu said is easy to understand.

In a word, the gentry were worried that the court had taken grain for nothing, and would rather hide it in the warehouse than reveal the reality of the abundance of grain.

Holding a knife to the neck and forcing the gentry to pay for food is nothing more than killing a chicken to get its eggs, which is a one-time no-cost transaction.

If the military rations of the army are to be worry-free for a long time, it must also be done in accordance with economic laws.

Let me ask, who gets up early without benefit?

"Where's the silver?" The old emperor worried that the price of grain was too high, but the silver was not enough.

Yuzhu smiled slightly, and explained: "Another ten years have passed, and the foundations of the Jiangnan gentry have almost recovered, right?"

With Yuzhu's reminder, the old emperor suddenly realized.

Great Confucianists in the south of the Yangtze River, who doesn't have a lot of fertile land that can't be seen at a glance?
When cutting leeks, you can’t cut them every day, but you can’t stop cutting them for a long time.

It's just right to cut a crop every ten years!
"Well, very good, Yang Sen, the governor of Shanxi, is calm, capable, and very effective. It seems that he should be transferred to the governor of Jiangsu?"

In Shanxi in the Qing Dynasty, there was no coal, only barren hills, which could not be compared with the fertile and rich Jiangsu Province.

Yuzhu knew in his heart that the old emperor wanted his disciples to go to Jiangsu to be villains.

In the early Ming Dynasty, Hai Rui was sent by Gao Gong to be the governor of Yingtian.As a result, Hai Qingtian hammered the super-corrupt old Xu Jie and Xu Ge until his face turned ashen, his reputation was discredited, and he vomited out ten thousand hectares of fertile land.

The old emperor wanted to transfer Yang Sen to Jiangsu because he wanted to emulate the old story of Haigangfeng!

Yuzhu didn't agree immediately, but glanced at Zhang Tingyu who was kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently: "I'm reporting to Khan, Zhang Hengchen has been working in Beijing for a long time and has no experience in local governance. Why don't you order him to go to Jiangsu to perform his crimes and make meritorious service?"

When Zhang Tingyu heard this, he rolled his eyes anxiously, and his vest was soaked immediately.

The arrow shot by Yu Zhu was really too vicious.

The old emperor thought about it, let the great Confucians in Tongcheng, Anhui, clean up the great Confucians in Jiangsu Province, hehe, it is purely a fight among the Hanchens!

"Sure." The old emperor casually ordered Yu Zhu, "Let's draw up an order."

"Hey." Yuzhu received the decree, knelt down in front of the young couple, and quickly drew up the decree.

After the old emperor read the first draft, he ordered Zhang Hongxu to take it for printing without changing a single word.

Yuzhu had long wanted to kick Zhang Tingyu out of the capital, and in his plan, the title given to Zhang Tingyu was only acting governor of Jiangsu.

(End of this chapter)