Chongzhen's open life

Chapter 299
The palace, the imperial study.

Zhu Youjian is annotating today's memorial. As the lord of a country, every time he writes a pen, it affects all aspects of hundreds of millions of Ming people, so every decision must be thought twice, hesitated, and will be considered in every aspect. Only when you are clear can you write and make a decision, so that everything can be carried out according to your ideal state without going astray.

For example, the current article, this is a memorial requesting for disaster relief funds. It is written that there is a severe drought in Shaanxi, thousands of miles of desolate land, and the people have to change their children for food.

This article may be read by ordinary people, oh, disaster relief, approve it!Just put the money down.

But this is not acceptable. It may be true that this news was sent by the government, but it is not necessarily true. Jin Yiwei is about to be used, and combined with news from Jin Yiwei and other dark sources, we can get a glimpse of the real situation.

Like the memorial in front of me, the government said that the land is thousands of miles away, and the people change their children to eat. These two points are correct, but one thing is missing, that is, the local big families are still taking the opportunity to annex the land, and a large number of good people are kept as hidden households. According to the news that Jin Yiwei received, the Zhang family, the largest local tycoon, took this opportunity to nearly double their property, and the number of farm slaves in their hands was as high as hundreds!

And in order to hide this matter, the local county magistrate only collected as much as 5000 taels of snowflake silver!Other gold, silver and jade articles are not counted.

Due to frequent severe droughts in Shaanxi in recent years, Zhu Youjian allocated enough grain storage for the local people to eat for three years as soon as he took office!

If the local government provides disaster relief, will the common people change their children and eat?
Of course not!

However, the local government did not open a warehouse to release grain at all. Instead, it wrote a letter asking the court to allocate funds. Why?
Because the granary is out of food!

Where did the food go?
The home of a county official, the home of a small official, the home of a powerful man!
Only there is not one grain in the homes of the people!
Therefore, disasters must be saved!
But this food and silver cannot be allocated!

If it is allocated, it is to send them food and money, and the people can't get it at all!

This disaster needs to be rescued, but it can only be saved after the moths in the disaster relief are dealt with, otherwise no amount of dialing will help!

"Come here, let Jin Yiwei strictly investigate the entire officialdom in Shaanxi, anyone who has a hand in this disaster, kill!"

Zhu Youjian gave the order coldly.

With this order, at least hundreds of heads will fall to the ground.

"According to the order!"

A black figure came out from the darkness and responded respectfully, but he didn't retreat after answering, but continued to ask, "Your Majesty, thank you to the prisoner's family?"

Zhu Youjian glanced at him coldly, and then picked up the next memorial to read it again and said indifferently: "No snowflake under the avalanche is innocent. Since we have enjoyed the benefits, we must bear the responsibility together."

"My subordinate understands!"

The man in black understood, and retreated into the darkness.

On the side, Yu Huatian bent forward with a smile on his waist and said, "My lord, this prisoner is handed over to Jin Yiwei, those tyrants will just..."

Zhu Youjian raised his head, stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled and asked, "What else?"

Yu Huatian rubbed his hands together and said, "Why don't you leave these tyrants to our West Factory to do the job? Don't worry, the emperor, all the children in our hands are elite, and they will be able to complete the task perfectly!"

Zhu Youjian smiled, continued to look down at the notebook in his hand, and asked without raising his head: "And then? What should you do after killing these tyrants?"

Yuhuatian immediately replied: "The fields of Qingzhang's powerful families will be dealt with by His Majesty's decree!"

Zhu Youjian raised his head, the corners of his mouth raised, apparently in a good mood: "Oh, I thought you, Yuhuatian, would directly distribute the land back to the people."

Yu Huatian smiled respectfully and said: "Your Majesty was just joking, these things are not something that slaves can handle, slaves are just a knife in His Majesty's hand, and His Majesty uses us to kill people, but how to deal with things is not what I think about waiting for weapons. How about weapons? Can you have your own ideas?"

Zhu Youjian nodded in satisfaction, and said slowly: "This time you go over and cooperate with Jin Yiwei to solve these moths, first open the warehouse to release grain, and settle the people down, and then someone will go to deal with the problems of those fields. You don't have to worry about things like Qingzhang and division."

"The slaves obey the orders!"

Yuhuatian bowed deeply, and stepped back quickly.

Zhu Youjian felt a little thirsty, so he took a sip from the teacup on the side, and waited for Wang Chengen to refill the tea before he asked, "How long will the Yongwei Camp come back?"

After thinking for a while, Wang Chengen replied: "Go back to the emperor, I received the news this morning that I have arrived five hundred miles away, and I will arrive in Beijing in three or four days at most."

Dudu!

Zhu Youjian tapped the table lightly with his right index finger, nodded slowly and asked again: "Where are the feudal kings? It's been almost two months, are you all here?"

This time Wang Chengen immediately answered: "Your Majesty, the only thing missing is Prince Fu from Luoyang who is still on his way. The other kings have already arrived in Beijing, and they were placed by the Clan Mansion in Wangfujing, the original Ten Kings' Mansion."

Zhu Youjian nodded first, but then asked a little strangely: "Luoyang is obviously the closest, why hasn't it arrived yet?"

A look of embarrassment appeared on Wang Chengen's face, Zhu Youjian glanced at him, his tone became cold, and he asked in a cold voice: "Could it be that my Uncle Fu Wang made some trouble again?"

Wang Chengen nodded with a wry smile and replied: "Actually, Prince Fu's mansion was the first to arrive, but for some reason, when they were only less than two hundred miles away from the capital, King Fu suddenly became ill and was appointed as the imperial doctor he sent. No matter how you look at it, it won't get better. Whenever he moves, he screams in pain.

Therefore, in order to recuperate, King Fu has been staying in Qingshui County, two hundred miles away from Beijing, and it has been half a month. "

After listening to Wang Chengen's words, Zhu Youjian's eyes couldn't help but narrowed. After thinking about it, he snorted disdainfully, and then said in a cold tone: "I'm just afraid of this person. It's not that he has any disease, but because he is afraid of seeing me, so he pretends to be sick." sick!"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Youjian immediately said again: "Send the order and let someone notify Uncle Fu to say that I miss him. When I welcome the returning Yongweiying, I want to see him in the capital. If not, I just want to see him." I can be without him as Uncle Wang.

As for how this Uncle Wang disappeared, I, as the emperor's nephew, don't know. "

After saying that, Zhu Youjian sighed again: "I really don't want to do anything to them, but the premise is, don't force me!"

Wang Chengen on the side hurriedly said: "Your Majesty's heart, Lord Fu will definitely understand, so don't worry too much."

Zhu Youjian smiled, shook his head, got up and went to the window and pushed open the closed window.

There is a ginkgo tree outside the window. It is now mid-November, and all the leaves of the ginkgo tree have fallen. The ground is covered with a thick layer of dead leaves, and the branches are bare.

Looking at the scene of withered leaves and withered leaves outside the window, Zhu Youjian murmured softly with his hands behind his back: "I'm afraid they are about to die, and no one can stop them..."

ps: Happy National Day everyone!

(End of this chapter)