Daming: Let you do your best to manage, do you go to health?

Chapter 37 The ghost of debt collectors

Zhu Di smiled and said, "Why, don't you want it?"

Need?
Want a fart!
Zhu Zhanji shook his head firmly, but Zhu Di showed a remorseful expression, and said, "Then you said it earlier, it's too late now, the imperial edict has been issued, and it is probably already in the cabinet now."

"What the hell!?"

Zhu Zhanji stared and understood instantly.

All of this is a trap set by the old man.

What the hell to arrest fugitives is all an excuse!

If he can't be caught, he will be locked up for three months and honestly handle government affairs in the palace.

If he is caught, he will be rewarded with the position of commanding the Jinyiwei.

In short, just don't let him idle.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhanji put down the pick directly and said, "Quit!"

Seeing Zhu Zhanji doing this again, Zhu Di said indifferently: "It's up to you, if this is just a conversation between us, it's fine, but since the imperial decree has reached the cabinet, it's a business trip , our old Zhu family can’t break the rules we set by ourselves, let alone you are disobeying the imperial decree.”

Obviously, the old man has calculated himself to the death.

Zhu Zhanji could only hold back his anger, and left Jiming Temple with a face full of resentment, like an angry little widow.

In the wing room, the old monk looked at Zhu Zhanji who left in a fit of anger, and said helplessly: "You, no wonder your children are not close to you."

But facing the words of the old monk, Zhu Di said nonchalantly: "Being in the royal family, this is their fate, this matter can't depend on me."

In the middle of speaking, I felt that something was wrong, so I hurriedly answered: "It's useless to rely on me."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows and fell back with his head in his hands.

On the mountainside steps where Jiming Temple is located.

Zhu Zhanji overlooked the Xuanwu Lake on the other side of the mountain, and sat down on the steps going down the mountain.

Although he resigned himself to his fate and walked away from the old man, he was still aggrieved in his heart.

The prison country is also in prison, and the case is solved even if it is solved. Those who should be arrested will be arrested and those who should be killed will be killed.

But now they threw him a mess of things.

Jin Yiwei.
Leading Jinyiwei is not an easy task, and it involves all aspects no less than Jianguo.

The key point is that this thing is not a good job, and people will gossip about whether it is good or bad. After all, Jinyiwei is a supervisory agency.

To put it bluntly, it is a disgusting thing.

This is different from the previous investigation of the case. After the investigation is completed, it will be gone, but what about Jin Yiwei?
The rebels and the corrupt ones all day long, although he doesn't need to worry about the specific execution, naturally Ji Gang will do the work, but once the name is put on it, it will be a troublesome matter.

Just look at those grand scholars in the cabinet, they can't wait to follow his ass and watch him go to the bathroom.

"what!!!"

Zhu Zhanji yelled at Xuanwu Lake on the other side of the mountain to vent his depression.

But this roar not only did not vent any depression, but also caused a trouble.

On the avenue at the foot of Jiming Temple Mountain, a handsome young man who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old was leading a horse. Hearing the familiar roar from the mountain, he immediately looked up.

When seeing Zhu Zhanji's figure, there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Big brother!"

The boy's roar also woke up Zhu Zhanji who was venting.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Zhu Zhanji suddenly looked like a deflated ball.

Well, here comes another debt collector.

The young man led the horse excitedly.

When he got closer, he immediately smiled and said, "Brother, you made it easy for me to find you."

After finishing speaking, he said with bright eyes: "I heard from my father that you are now the supervisor of the country, and you have great power!"

Zhu Zhanji looked at his younger brother Zhu Zhanyong, forced a smile, and said, "We're still good brothers if we don't mention this."

Zhu Zhanyong was taken aback for a moment, although he didn't understand why his elder brother looked so unhappy, but he still said happily: "Brother, the things you explained are going well, but..."

While talking, Zhu Zhanyong smiled, then stretched out his hand and rubbed three fingers.

Zhu Zhanji is very familiar with this action, because this kid learned it from himself.

want money!

At this time, Zhu Zhanji, who was in a depressed mood, frowned and said helplessly when he heard that his own brother came to ask for money again: "I said, third, after you see your eldest brother, can you not just ask for money? ? Do you see that elder brother is the God of Wealth?"

As soon as Zhu Zhanji said this, the youngest Zhu Zhanyong immediately turned his face: "Brother, tell me clearly, is this what I want to do? Didn't you persuade me to go? Why do you say that I will be responsible for half of the prosperity of Ming Dynasty in the future? Why, you don’t admit it now? Do you think I asked you for money?”

Hearing this, Zhu Zhanji quickly covered his broken mouth: "Well, I owe you, okay? Tell me, how much money do you want this time?"

Zhu Zhanyong immediately raised two fingers and said, "200,000 taels of silver."

"How many???"

Zhu Zhanji stared with big eyes and asked in disbelief.

Zhu Zhanyong said seriously: "200,000 taels of silver."

Zhu Zhanji almost laughed angrily: "Boy, do you know how much 200,000 taels of silver is? You can't get 200,000 taels of silver even if you sell the Prince's Mansion, do you know?"

But Zhu Zhanyong also has his own words.

"Brother, you asked me to buy land and real estate. Do you know how expensive the land in Beiping is now? Do you know how much a piece of real estate costs? Now the palace in Beiping has been under construction for a long time. Everyone knows that in the future If you want to move the capital, they will swarm into the city of Beiping, those who buy houses buy houses, those who buy land buy land, your brother and I are now struggling to buy with others, and the price must be getting more and more expensive."

"There is also research and development of munitions. Each part requires more than a dozen craftsmen to study together. Housing, food, drink, and wages, materials, and venues. 200,000, 200,000 are all calculated by me. Only then can it be done. That’s it, it will take less than three months, and I will have to ask for money after three months.”

Listening to Zhu Zhanyong's words, Zhu Zhanji's forehead was darkened.

Three months, 200,000 taels of silver
During the Yongle period, when the finances were the most powerful, it was only 30 million taels of silver, and it was only worth 30 million taels of silver. It was not just 30 million taels of silver, which included tax grains, stored grain, silk yarn, and so on.

That is to say, after the Qing Dynasty entered the territory of various high-yield crops to meet the food supply and the population exploded, the annual income remained at the level of 80 million taels of silver.

This is still a matter of Guangxu years.

The entire history of the Ming Dynasty is basically run through with poor characters.

Even the downfall of the Ming Dynasty had an indistinct relationship with poverty.

(End of this chapter)