I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 290 Before getting greedy, let's take a look at the open space of your ancestral grave, is there enough space to bury your whole family!

The team moved forward slowly, except for the scattered footsteps, the whole team was silent.

The Beijing officials had ghosts in their hearts, and the local officials who came to participate in the Great Court Meeting did not dare to say much, so they could only follow behind silently.

When the team arrived at the gate of Fengtian Hall, the local officials who came to participate in the court meeting from other places stopped beside the grade stone according to their grades, waiting for the emperor who might come to summon him.

The high-level officials continued to walk forward, and when they reached the gate of the hall, everyone stopped and put on their clothes and hats to prevent the emperor from losing his dignity.

Lifting their feet and stepping into the palace, Wen Dong and Wu Xi ranked into two teams, and walked up to the jade steps, quietly waiting for the arrival of the king.

The low-ranking officials outside the door were watching their noses and noses, and their noses were caring. They didn't dare to look around, for fear that their unnecessary actions would be discovered by the Jin Yiwei standing guard on duty, and then took him down in the name of no king .

"Your Majesty, Baichen, kneel!"

Just when the officials outside pricked up their ears and listened to the words inside with their greatest hearing for a while.A sharp roar suddenly made them stagger, and some officials who were over-spirited fell directly to the ground due to the shock of the voice.

"I'm fucking my mother, what a loud voice!"

An official from Henan subconsciously exclaimed, but as soon as he said the words, his intestines turned green with regret.

It's a crime to look around in this place, let alone speak.

"Shut up, dare to speak again, the court staff will serve you!"

Sure enough, a guard in Jinyi who was on duty next to him, with his eyes wide open, scolded him viciously.

The Henan official shivered a bit, and nodded gratefully at the lack of health.

This Jin Yiwei is not bad, he didn't take him immediately, but kindly reminded him, he is really a good man.

I used to hear that Jin Yiwei was so arrogant, so arrogant and unreasonable, but today it seems that the rumors are wrong.

In fact, the Henan official didn't know that the legs under the brocade guard were also shaking.

If it was normal, this Henan official would definitely be unlucky, but now this Jin Yiwei was so scared that he couldn't move his legs anymore, so he could only remind him with words, but he secretly remembered the official appearance of the other party in his heart.

Glancing at the two super loudspeakers hanging on both sides of the steps, Jin Yiwei secretly wiped the sweat from his head, "It's true, I didn't warn you when there was such a movement. That's it!"

"Your Majesty, Sheng Jin'an!"

As the old man brought Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Pangpang into the Fengtian Hall, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty bowed and bowed to welcome them.

"Be flat!"

The old man, who was supported by Zhu Zhangui and sat on the dragon chair, raised his hand slightly after Zhu Zhangui and his father went to his place to let everyone be excused.

The officials outside the door were in a daze after hearing the old man's voice.

The emperor's voice became so loud that it seemed to be ringing in his ears. He deserved to be the son of God, and it really wasn't easy.

After everyone got up, the old man sat quietly on the dragon chair without saying a word, looking at the people below.

This is also the crown suit he wore today. If he had been wearing the regular suit as before, he would have put his hands in his sleeves, leaned on the dragon chair, and squinted his eyes to watch a play.

Zhang Xuan, who was in charge of the shift today, stood up and reported the official ceremony and absenteeism of the ministers gathered this morning.

After he finished his speech and the old man nodded, this old man turned around and walked to his shift, which was a rare occurrence, so he didn't appear in the impeachment memorial today.

Obviously, as the old man's pen, he also knew that something big happened today, so he didn't come to meddle in order to prevent getting angry.

Zhang Xuan, who was the first to spray at the annual Grand Court Meeting, didn't make a sound. The other officials felt a little uncomfortable for a while, and they all looked at him in astonishment.

The officials of Yushitai even gave him wild winks, reminding the old man if he forgot something.

It's a pity that Zhang Xuan, an old man, seemed to have hemorrhoids in his eyes. He pretended not to understand the meaning of other people's winks, and returned to his position calmly.

This is just great.

As the saying goes, when someone picks the head of something, everyone can fish in troubled waters, but if no one picks the head, it will be uncomfortable.

For a moment, the entire hall was dead silent, and a needle could be heard.

If the people below don't speak, then don't expect the old man to speak.

He has already given all the government affairs to his big fat son, and he is already in a semi-retired state. If he is not still the emperor, he would not even come to this big court meeting. Sleep comfortably in the bed.

Now it's all right, neither the above nor the below spoke, and the whole scene fell into a strange state.

It was the end of the new year, and it was the coldest time. The Jinling side was close to the Yangtze River and the humidity was heavy. The air-conditioning directly penetrated into human bones.

The official uniforms of the Ming Dynasty can be said to be very strange. It is cold in winter and hot in summer, so they can only be worn in spring and autumn. It is terrible to wear them in winter and summer.

There was a heater in the carriages outside, and the officials still wore cloaks and fur coats, but they had to take them off when they entered the palace.

Today, I don’t know whether the palace people forgot, or someone arranged it on purpose. The glass windows that were installed on all sides of the hall last year were all opened at this time, and none of the stoves inside were turned on. The cold wind was blowing into the hall. .

More than 7% of the officials who can enter this hall are in their 50s. Apart from eunuchs and guards, Zhu Zhangui is the youngest in the entire hall.

Older people can still handle the heat, but they really can't handle the cold.

The old guys standing in the front row had their lips blue from the cold, and their bodies trembled unnaturally.

The old man sitting at the top put the stove in his hands, glanced at the curtains on both sides, looked at the shivering ministers below, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"Everyone, is it cold?"

Just when the tranquil atmosphere was extremely oppressive, Zhu Zhangui stepped forward and broke the deathly tranquility.

For a while, the civil and military lords of the Manchu Dynasty breathed a sigh of relief.

It was too depressing just now, it was the most depressing time since they became officials.

Since the old man came to the throne, there has never been a grand court meeting that has been lively and lively. Today's depressing atmosphere, which was extremely cold at the beginning, really makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

No one spoke, no one made a sound, and everyone still lowered their heads silently.

Leng, not Leng is the second grandson, but the problem is that they dare not say it.

Zhu Zhangui walked to the middle of the hall, and looked calmly at the neatly lined up civil and military officials and feudal king Xungui.

"Today's cold is deliberately arranged by me. The main purpose is to let everyone experience the suffering of the people in Shandong."

"Everyone is an important minister of the imperial court, and now they are all enjoying luxurious clothes and fine food. I'm afraid I haven't experienced this cold feeling for a long time."

"After all, you have concubines and maidservants to warm your quilt at night, and you have a warm room with hot water and warm clothes in the morning. This kind of biting coldness is probably only left in your childhood memories, and some people even didn't have it when they were young Such an experience."

Walking slowly beside the crowd, Zhu Zhangui continued in an unhurried voice: "I saw that there are many ministers whose lips have begun to turn blue, and their bodies have begun to sway. It seems that they are too cold to bear. .”

Stopping in front of an old minister with a gray beard, Zhu Zhangui looked at him with a smile and asked, "Is the servant cold?"

"minister!"

The servant surnamed Zhu wanted to say it was cold, but remembering what Zhu Zhangui said just now, he gritted his teeth and shook his head: "I am not cold!"

"Not cold, hehe, good!"

Hearing this answer, the smile on Zhu Zhangui's face became wider, and he leaned forward slightly, staring straight at the other party.

"Since this is the case, it seems that you should be very hot. After all, the tens of thousands of taels of filial piety from my hometown in Shandong every year is really exciting to spend. It's not hot enough!"

"minister!"

Zhu Shilang trembled, and just about to kneel down to explain, Zhu Zhangui turned around abruptly without even looking at him, and shouted at Jin Yiwei who was standing at the door: "Since our Master Zhu is so hot, then we will take his officer off!" Take it, let him cool off."

"Yes!"

The four Jinyi guards on duty roared coldly and strode forward. Regardless of Zhu Shilang's begging for mercy, they reached out and took off his black gauze hat, stripped off his official uniform and official boots, and pressed him to the ground.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have been wronged... I have been wronged!"

Zhu Shilang hissed loudly.

"Roar to court, slap your mouth!"

Zhu Zhangui, who was walking towards another team with a cold face, gave a cold shout without looking back.

A Jin Yiwei who had nothing to do, swung the scabbard of the Xiuchun Knife, and slapped him hard on the mouth.

This attack was extremely ruthless, and the few old teeth left in Zhu Shilang's mouth were wiped out, blood spurted from the mouth, rolled his eyes, and passed out

This scene happened suddenly, causing many people to tremble again.

The vassal kings from all over the world were even more heartbroken, and secretly glanced at the old man sitting on it.

But seeing this, they instantly understood in their hearts.

All of this was acquiesced by the old guy Zhu Di, otherwise, with this old guy's arbitrariness, no matter how much he pampered Zhu Zhangui, he would not have allowed him to beat important court officials in the hall.

"Everyone should be familiar with him, Zhu Yan, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, was a Jinshi in the year of Hongwu. His parents were born in farming, and his family saved money for him to study. He also worked very hard. He won the exam at a young age. The title of the Beijing Kekao Gold List in one fell swoop."

"Entered the Imperial Academy as an editor, and then entered the Ministry of Officials to listen to the government. After decades of officialdom and three generations of emperors, at a gray-haired age, he climbed to the position of Minister of the Ministry of Officials!"

Hearing the word "three generations of emperors", many people secretly glanced at the old man, and lowered their heads after seeing that he didn't respond.

"The head of the six departments of the Ministry of Officials is in charge of the promotion and transfer of officials, and has great power."

Zhu Zhangui stood among the crowd with his hands behind his back, stretched out his hand and nodded, lying on the cold ground, Zhu Shilang.

"Our Master Zhu is also clever enough. He not only used his tax-exempt status to collect land, but also took advantage of his position to accept bribes many times to help others transfer their positions."

"He is also very smart. He knows how to check the strictness of the high-level ones. He has started at the middle level of the fifth and sixth ranks. In the past few decades, in his hometown in Shandong Province, there are more than a dozen of us. This is the credit of my lord."

"As for these officials, in order to curry favor with this Bole, they will pay him a lot of tribute every year, plus the land he bought, and the money he earned from increasing the land tax after it is under his name, our best wishes My lord, the annual net income is no less than 2 taels."

There were quite a few officials present, their eyelids trembled, and their hearts jumped up nervously.

With such a clear investigation, it seems that he is doomed. When the emperor's grandson comes later, should he plead guilty first and strive for a leniency.

"At least 2 taels, our Lord Zhu is still not working hard enough, but I have heard a saying, what is it called? Oh, by the way, the prefect of Qing Dynasty has 3 snowflake silver in three years, which is an average of [-] a year Two more, our Lord Zhu will work harder."

No one laughed at Zhu Zhangui's extremely cold joke, and still lowered his head silently, thinking about his own thoughts.

Looking at the civil and military ministers present who silently lowered their heads, Zhu Zhangui continued: "Someone may say that, there is evidence for everything, and some inexplicable words are made with empty teeth, and a servant of the Ministry of officials is appointed." Isn't it a little too childish to be accused of crimes?"

After a glance, Zhu Zhangui clapped his hands without any ministers who planned to drink.

"Bring it in!"

Some people looked back subconsciously and cautiously, and then their pupils shrank slightly.

I saw dozens of big Han generals walking in carrying a big wooden board.

This plank is 5 meters long and about 4 meters wide.

Of course, what is important is not the board, but what is on the board.

On the wooden board, there were files spread out one by one, papers written in black ink, stacked high together, fully half the height of a person, covering the entire wooden board.

When the big Han general carried the wooden board and passed by the officials, many people saw the bright red fingerprints on it, as well as the official seals of the Ministry of Punishment, Jinyiwei, Yueyingwei, and Yushitai.

The wooden planks were gently placed in the middle of the hall, and Zhu Zhangui waved at the big Han generals. After they walked out, Zhu Zhangui stepped forward, glanced at the mark, and picked up a thick stack facing the crowd.

"Our Lord Zhu is not only a power play, but his family members are not to be outdone. Relying on his identity and his huge network in Shandong, he ran rampant in the countryside, bullied men and women, even murdered and set fires, and robbed women."

Clapping the thick file in his hands, Zhu Zhangui said with a cold expression: "The testimony of the witnesses, the investigation of Jin Yiwei, the identity of the victim, the time and place, and even the location of the corpse are all clearly remembered one by one. !"

Putting the thick file on the wooden board, Zhu Zhangui stood in front of another official, but before he could speak, the official fell to his knees and shouted.

"Your Majesty, I deserve death for my crimes!"

Zhu Zhangui glanced at him calmly, and walked slowly among the officials. When he came to some officials, he would stop and look at the officials calmly.

And every time Zhu Zhangui stopped, the official would leave the shift with a bitter face and kneel beside the wooden board.

More and more people came out, and no one struggled before dying, and no one dared to take chances.

They all knew that since Zhu Zhangui stopped in front of them, it meant that he had mastered their absolute evidence to prove their guilt.

In just one stick of incense, more than 40 officials stood up and knelt on the ground inside and outside the door.

"Six servants of the third rank, more than a dozen of each of the fifth rank, four young ministers of the fourth rank, and the heads of various ministries, a total of 46 people!"

Staring at the kneeling people inside and outside the door, the smile on Zhu Zhangui's face didn't know whether it was cold or angry.

He reached out his hand vigorously and pointed at these people, "Look at these people, which one of them is not gray and handsome, which one is not a pillar of the imperial court, which one is not full of literary talent and sage knowledge."

"To establish a heart for the world, to establish a life for the living and the people, to inherit the sage's knowledge, and to bring peace to all generations, these words are sung more beautifully than they are sung every day. Loyal to the emperor, patriotism and loyalty to the emperor, they shout louder than anyone else."

"But you all have a look, but when the camouflage on them is torn off at this moment, they become a pile of disgusting rotten meat!"

Zhu Zhangui's shout spread throughout the entire hall, the entire palace, and the entire capital through the four loudspeakers installed on the steps in front of the palace.

At this moment, no matter whether it was the officials, the servants and guards in the palace, or the people outside the city who were busy with their day, they all stopped their movements and looked at the palace silently and listened quietly.

"The ancestors brought down the country and handed it into our hands. They wanted us to take over their banner and lead all the people of Ming Dynasty to continue to prosper and prosper, and no longer be oppressed by foreign races. But look at us, we But it made Jiangshan look like this."

"Let me ask you all, if you make the country that our ancestors gave us like this, do you have the face to go down to meet our ancestors, the emperor Taizu, and the righteous men who helped our Han family back up again and sacrificed their blood? us?"

Everyone was silent, not sure if they were ashamed in their hearts, or they were thinking about something.

Zhu Zhangui took a few breaths, calmed down, and pointed at the officials present.

"And you, although all of you are standing in the court hall, but you take out your heart and ask yourself, are you so clean?"

"The emperor knows, and the common people all over the world know that some of you are even more corrupt than these 40 people, and your relatives in your hometown are even more rampant than their relatives."

The sound of the huge trumpet and the humming of the trembling hall made everyone's hearts tremble slightly.

"I once said that when you have time, you should dig out your heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys, dry them in the sun, wash them, and tidy them up. Otherwise, if they are rotten and fester, you will have no chance to clean them up."

Taking a cold look at the officials, Zhu Zhangui turned around and walked back slowly.

"The emperor's grandfather once told me that the scourge of our Ming Dynasty was the barbarians in the north. In order to eliminate this scourge, we Yongle once ruled, went through a lot of efforts to rule, mobilized our troops, and went to the north many times."

"For more than ten years of fighting, countless money and food were spent, 10,000+ soldiers were buried in other places, and several generals were shrouded in horse leather. Finally, they drove away the barbarians in the north and brought peace in the Central Plains."

"Later, Grandpa Huang told me that the scourge of Ming Dynasty was food. Without food, the common people would go hungry, so we went to find food."

"Grandpa Huang, in his old age, took tens of thousands of soldiers across the ocean to build a paradise for growing grain. The British Duke Zhang Fu is still leading tens of thousands of soldiers overseas to guard our country. A piece of land that can feed us."

"Zheng He, Lord of Zhenhai, led the soldiers, and even drifted across the ocean for several years. After experiencing countless hardships, they brought back high-yield grain."

"The enemy has been beaten away, and the food has been brought back, but why are the common people still starving, and why do the common people rebel."

Zhu Zhangui's rhetorical question caused those important officials who were concerned about the court to fall into deep thought, and the old man's expression changed for the first time.

He looked at the grandson who was angrily questioning the officials under the steps, and unknowingly brought his father into it.

Like, just too much like it!

He seems to remember that when his father first discovered the large-scale corruption of his courtiers, he was so angry and helpless.

No one answered, and no one dared to respond.

"I understand the business in Shandong."

Facing everyone, Zhu Zhangui said with a heavy tone: "The scourge of Ming Dynasty is not outside, but in the court."

Stretching out his hand and pointing vigorously at the officials kneeling inside and outside the door, Zhu Zhangui's voice suddenly increased, "It's in this Fengtian Temple, right among the nobles of the civil and military vassals of the Manchu Dynasty."

This time Zhu Zhangui attacked with full firepower, not only pointing the finger at the minister, but even pointing at the vassal king and nobles.

Yesterday was specially notified by the old man that the old feudal lords of Zhu Di's generation who came to court had a slightly unhappy expression on their faces.

After all, Zhu Zhangui is their grandson. Saying this in front of so many people is not giving them face at all. They really don't understand the rules. How did Zhu's fourth grandson teach?

Also, this kid doesn't look like a good stubble. If he becomes the throne in the future, I'm afraid his family will have a bad life. It seems that he should be careful in the future.

Zhu Zhangui ignored those old vassal kings with unchanging faces, and said to the ministers sadly: "If our court is a bit rotten here, the whole Ming Dynasty will be rotten. If you are all rotten, the whole Daming people will be like the end of the Yuan Dynasty." , rose up everywhere, knocked us down, and let us die without a place to die."

"Think about it, it's only been a few years since the good times, and the family has only had enough to eat and wear warm clothes for a few days, and how far Yuan Ren's knife is from our necks, I have forgotten, ah!"

"Let me tell you, those ancestors who died tragically under the knife of the Yuan people, the innocent people who starved to death in the wasteland, and the souls of countless soldiers who died on the battlefield are still staring at you underground every day!"

After a burst of extreme output, Zhu Zhangui exhaled heavily, as if he wanted to exhale all the depression in his heart.

"There must always be a reason for this. Today I will say it all. I hope you will do it and cherish it."

"Here I advise everyone, when you are drinking people's blood and eating people's meat to collect black money, reach out and touch your neck to see if it is your neck, whether it can hold the steel knife in the future. Look at the open space of your family's ancestral grave , can you bury your family?"

"Although money is a dead thing, it has a hand that seduces the soul. It can allow you to enjoy all the wealth and honor in the world, and it can also bring you, your whole family, and your nine clans to hell!"

(End of this chapter)