Daming Jingtai: I am the eternal benevolent king

Chapter 310: Salt merchants scramble to castrate themselves, six strange cases in Ming Dynasty, Chen You case (1.5)
It can be said that the salt tax supported half of the Ming Dynasty.

Salt merchants are also dominated by the two Huaihe Rivers. The salt from the two Huaihe Rivers makes the world salty.

Yangzhou is next to the canal, which makes Yangzhou the center of the Lianghuai Salt Industry and even the Ming Dynasty Salt Industry.

Starting from Taizu, the Ming Dynasty implemented the Kaizhong method.

What is the Kaizhong method?

At the expense of the right to sell salt, merchants were encouraged to transport grain and other daily necessities from the mainland to border towns.

The salt merchants exchange grain for salt, and then transport the salt to various places for sale. After the salt merchants only need to pay the cost of acquisition and transportation, the remainder is the salt merchant's profit.

The salt dealer is a monopoly, and the initiative is in the hands of the salt dealer, so the salt dealer's profits are very generous.

The corruption of Kaizhong Law is directly related to the imperial court's indiscriminate distribution of salt.

Salt merchants cannot lose money, so they can only divert the excessive distribution of salt to the people. Therefore, the price of salt has skyrocketed and illegal salt has become rampant.

The strange thing is that as the price of salt skyrocketed and the profits of salt merchants soared, salt became more valuable and even became a general equivalent in barter, acting as a currency.

By the Jingtai Dynasty, Kaizhongfa was already shaky.

The ingredients of the salt merchant are interesting.

Yangzhou salt merchants are mostly foreign merchants who came to Yangzhou. Today, Huizhou merchants have not yet become a phenomenon. They include Lianghuai merchants, Xuzhou merchants, Fengyang merchants, Jiangnan merchants, etc. Merchants from all over the country are selling salt in Yangzhou, forming a diverse group of salt merchants. group.

When Song Wei settled in Yangzhou Mansion, he first got to know the merchants registered in Yangzhou Mansion, and then gathered them all to hold this grand meeting.

188 merchants were invited, and the heads of each merchant were kneeling on the ground.

Song Wei sat on the chair.

"Do you know who this governor is?" Song Wei asked.

Merchants from all over the country are working as salt merchants in Yangzhou and have formed a business gang. With a business gang, there will be a leader.

Moreover, there must be someone above who can be a salt merchant.

Otherwise, you won't be able to get salt, and you won't have a chance to get credit from the court. There are so many wealthy businessmen in the world, where will it be their turn?

The news that Song Wei went to Yangzhou to supervise salt spread as soon as Song Wei left Beijing.

The major merchants have already begun to discuss countermeasures, and most of them spend money to bribe Song Wei and go back to fool the emperor. Hello, I am good, everyone.

But Xuzhou businessman Zhao Zhengji said: "Song Wei came from the Xining Marquis Mansion. He was originally a guilty person, but he was pardoned by the emperor and ordered him to supervise salt. In fact, he took our wealth to make up for the emperor's heart."

"We should destroy the ledgers, clear out the salt reserves, demobilize the salt workers, and paralyze the national salt industry."

"After a few months, the emperor will naturally withdraw his minions, and Song Wei will defeat himself."

Only then did Zhao Zhengji call the snake seven inches.

The emperor is the referee of the Ming Dynasty. What he fears most is not the rebellion of the salt merchants, but the complaints of the people. If the people cannot eat salt, they will cause trouble, and the emperor will withdraw his minions and continue to be the referee.

Therefore, the salt merchants immediately dismissed the saltmen, and the unemployed saltmen rebelled in various places.

After only one month of salt ban, people in the north began to complain that there was no salt to eat. People in the south were also resentful. Newspapers took the trouble to publish the issue of salt shortage.

Until the Hanzong case broke out, the emperor closed the gates of Nanjing.

The world has stopped.

Until the gates of Nanjing were opened again, the wealthy households in Nanjing were killed and exiled, 40 people!

The salt merchant was dumbfounded and the newspaper stopped jumping.

It’s as if the people all over the world have eaten salt.

The emperor is not a referee or a player at all, but the king of hell!
A hundred years ago, the Ming Dynasty also had such an emperor. Who would not be afraid of the Jiangnan gentry? In the four major cases in the early Ming Dynasty, 10 people died!

Just now a case breaks out, these people will die!
"Speak!" Song Wei said lazily.

"My lord is Song Wei, the former Nanjing garrison, Lord Song." Gu Xiu, the leader of the Zhejiang merchants, said.

"Since you know this governor, do you know what crime I have committed?"

Song Wei was also interested and asked these salt merchants what crime they had committed.

They didn't dare to say it either.

Hong Changtao, a man from Feng Shangtou, reported back: "My lord was tricked by a villain, which led to the attack on Longting. The emperor was furious and was deprived of his position and lived idle."

"It seems that you know the governor very well."

Song Wei was still laughing: "But, do you know that this governor has been scolded again?"

"what!"

Suddenly, Song Wei shouted loudly: "Because of you, this governor was scolded by the Holy One again!"

"The Holy One scolded me for not being able to be reused. I can't handle even trivial matters."

"Is this world for the Holy One, or for you guys?"

"Answer me!"

Song Wei's eyes turned upside down: "I came here to supervise the salt, but you gave up your choices and left the world with no salt to eat, and made me lose his holy family."

"Okay, my governor is the laughingstock of the world anyway! You should laugh too!"

"laugh!"

All the salt merchants forced a smile, which was uglier than crying.

"Laugh out loud!" Song Wei shouted.

The salt merchants laughed out loud, but they laughed and cried.

I thought I would blackmail the emperor with a strike.

As a result, as soon as the Hanzong case and the demon book case came out, the emperor went crazy and directly killed people, including those who spread rumors!Jiangnan was scared to death.

The gentry in Jiangnan were so powerful, why did no one rebel and become emperor?Because this place is weak, the gentry are naturally weak and seriously fear the imperial power.

The possessing classes are afraid of power because they are afraid of becoming proletarian.

"Zhao Zhengji, why are you crying?"

"Didn't you come up with the idea of ​​going on strike?"

"Let there be no salt in the world, let His Majesty withdraw his minions, and let me destroy myself without attack."

Song Wei looked at Zhao Zhengji who came up with the idea: "What a strategy, let the people of the world criticize the central government! Let the people of the world stop eating!"

"Even Song Wei, the governor of the Xining Marquis Mansion, has to kneel down in front of you!"

He suddenly walked up to Zhao Zhengji and pointed at himself: "I ask you, was this country conquered by your ancestors or mine?"

"I, the Marquis of Xining, have been married to the Tian family for generations!"

"Where are you, Zhao Zhengji? Who do you think your ancestors are!"

"How dare something like a dog harm me?"

"Someone, drag him out and feed the dog!"

Song Wei roared: "The whole family will be executed!"

Zhao Zhengji begged for mercy again and again, but he didn't know who betrayed him.

"Bring the dog in and feed it right here!"

Two guards dragged in a dog cage, which contained two wolfdogs. They had been hungry for who knows how many days. They kept barking and white foam came out of the dogs' mouths.

Zhao Zhengji was frightened, and two soldiers held him up and stuffed him into the dog cage.

"Ah!" A dog bit his buttocks and tore off a piece of meat with great force.

Zhao Zhengji screamed to the extreme.

The guard kicked him into the dog cage and closed the dog door.

The two dogs pounced on Zhao Zhengji and bit him hard. Soon Zhao Zhengji became silent.

The pungent smell of blood made the kneeling salt merchant tremble in shock.

Looking at Song Wei again, he is a crazy devil.

"Can you all adjust your position?" Song Wei sat on the chair again.

The salt merchants ignited hope, thinking that Song Wei still needed them to sell salt, so they couldn't kill too much, and he was slightly relieved.

Su Shang Gu Xiu immediately said: "Sir, we will resume work and production when we get back and supply salt immediately."

All the salt merchants were kowtowing.

"Haha."

Song Wei sneered: "Now you want to resume work and production? What were you doing before?"

"Gu Xiu, your salt man is so powerful. He rebelled after leaving your house and destroyed four salt mines. He is so powerful."

Gu Xiu's heart skipped a beat. Then he looked at Zhao Zhengji, who had been bitten to death, and said in horror: "Sir, the rebellion of Yanding has nothing to do with my family."

"I didn't say it had anything to do with your family. What are you afraid of?"

Gu Xiu really underestimated Song Wei.

I thought that Song Wei held this grand meeting to request the salt merchants to resume work and production.

But he didn't want to kill someone when he came up.

Isn't he afraid that the salt industry will be in chaos, unable to resume work and production for several months, and people in the world will rebel due to lack of salt?
Song Wei waved his hand and asked someone to take out the dog cage: "Gentlemen, you come from all over the world, but you have reached an agreement on the issue of fighting against the court. It seems that you are all against your will."

Everyone's breath tightened, here it comes again?
"Who was the first to go on strike?" Song Wei suddenly asked.

Everyone looked at the blood in the hall and naturally pointed to a merchant.

The merchant huddled among the crowd, fearing that others would catch a glimpse of him.

"Wen Yu, is that you?"

The corners of Song Wei's lips raised: "Do you Huaishang merchants hate the imperial court so much?"

All the Huai merchants felt nervous, and someone argued: "Sir, this is his business and has nothing to do with us Huai merchants."

"Then why are you also going on strike?"

Song Wei's question left people speechless.

Yao Shigui, the leader of the Huai merchants, kowtowed and said, "It's the salt workers who are on strike, it's not that we don't want to supply salt."

"The saltmen are on strike? It's understandable. After all, the saltmen don't eat the royal food. They haven't received any kindness from His Majesty. So they can go on strike if they want."

Song Wei was still laughing: "But what about you?"

"Whose food do you eat?"

"Where did your salt guide come from?"

"Without Daming, you'd be in trouble!"

"Without His Majesty, what's the point of your life? A bunch of pigs and dogs!"

"Come here, chop him to death! Let's set an example!"

Song Wei pointed at Wen Yu.

Wen Yu repeatedly complained that he was wronged, but the soldiers tied him to a pillar. Six soldiers surrounded him in a fan shape, pulled out their swords and hacked at him randomly.

Blood splattered and stained the entire lobby red.

"Whose fault is the salt strike?"

"Did you know that the court officials in Beijing won't be able to eat salt for several days?"

"Did you know that your Majesty is in Nanjing and there is no more salt available?"

"Whose fault is it?"

Song Wei suddenly grabbed Yao Shigui and looked at him fiercely: "Who is the master of Ming Dynasty? Tell me!"

"Who is the master of the world? Yao Shigui, tell me!"

"It's your Majesty! It's the Emperor!"

"Your Majesty can't even eat salt! Did you know?"

"Yao Shigui, I want to ask you, have you eaten salt?"

Yao Shigui was frightened and shook his head.

"You didn't eat any salt? Then why aren't you sick?" Song Wei looked at him and found that he was very healthy.

Yao Shigui said in horror: "If you don't eat salt for a few days, you won't get sick!"

"You are a born slave, you can not eat salt, but can your majesty not eat salt? Ah!" Song Wei suddenly inserted his hands into his eye sockets.

"what!"

Yao Shigui screamed miserably and tried to struggle.

But Song Wei practiced with the generals every day, and he was so strong that he gouged out two eyeballs, then grabbed his hair and slammed him against a wooden pillar.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
After a few hits, blood flowed out from the back of his head.

In the entire lobby, the only sound heard was the sound of Yao Shigui's head hitting the wooden pillar, which was shrill and terrifying.

The timid one was already scared to tears.

"Born from you bastards! Sons of bitches!"

"A group of businessmen, what a thing that was struck by lightning! They gave birth to a son without an asshole!"

"Dare you cut off the salt and threaten the center?"

"Dare you deprive your majesty of salt?"

“I really don’t know if Ming Dynasty’s surname is Zhu or Shang!”

Song Wei threw away Yao Shigui's body and wiped his hands with his clothes: "I, the Marquis of Xining, have been loyal to the country for generations, but I haven't been able to eat salt for several days!"

"You sons of bitches, how dare you cause trouble to the Ming Dynasty?"

Song Wei went crazy, grabbed another person, blinded his eyes, then opened his mouth and stuffed it into his mouth!

The merchant vomited out in disgust.

Song Wei kicked him like crazy: "I will be loyal to the country today and kill all you sons of bitches!"

"Sir, it's not our fault!" The salt merchants were horrified.

No matter how powerful the salt merchant was, he would not dare to directly compete with the imperial power.

The emperor could not afford salt, which forced all salt merchants into a desperate situation.

"Whose fault is that? Is it Song Wei's fault?"

Song Wei put down the dead man, exhaled a breath, wiped the blood on his hands, tilted his head and looked at them, smiling foolishly:

"Because I, Song Wei, didn't kill you unfaithful and unfilial bitches in time, so His Majesty couldn't eat salt!"

"Since it is my fault, Song Wei, then I, Song Wei, will make up for the sin I committed today!"

"Come on!"

"Behead the nine clans of Wen Yu and Yao Shigui!"

Some salt merchants were so scared that they peed their pants.

Song Wei is not reasonable, but wants to come up with new principles.

"I ask you, who is the master in your heart?"

Song Wei asked and answered himself: "Anyway, I, Song Wei, have only one master, the emperor; the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, their masters have only one person, and that is the emperor!"

"All the people in the world have only one master, and that is the emperor!"

"Where is your master? Is it money?"

"I think you all deserve to be punished by the Nine Tribes!"

"Without a king or a father, you are an unfaithful and unfilial bitch! Your parents should not have given birth to beasts like you!"

"Do you know! Your parents can die, you can die, your children can die, your whole family can die!"

"Your Majesty is the only one who cannot bear any grievance!"

"This is the way of heaven! This is the law of heaven!"

Song Wei roared.

In Ming Dynasty, this is the law.

The salt merchant was afraid: "The emperor is also our master. It is our fault that we cannot eat salt!"

Song Wei looks so scary.

Song Wei exhaled a breath and sat on the steps, still looking down at them: "Admit it? Admit guilt?"

"We are guilty!"

Four people have been killed, and no one wants to be the fifth one to be killed.

Song Wei is the real murderer. This man obviously came from the Xining Marquis Mansion, but he killed more ruthlessly than Fanzi. He even went out and dug out his eyes with his own hands.

Everyone was kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Push them out and kill them all!" Song Wei ordered directly.

"Sir, forgive me!"

Gu Xiu said anxiously: "If you kill us, you will be completely deprived of salt! Please be merciful and give us a chance to make up for our sins!"

"Drag back."

Song Wei waved his hand and asked someone to pull them back.

All of them cried and howled endlessly.

"Whoever cries again will be punished by Lingchi!"

Immediately, there was no one left crying, and the whole lobby could hear a needle drop.

"Gu Xiu, tell me."

Gu Xiu took a deep breath. He was thinking, what on earth is Song Wei going to do, what is the emperor going to do?
He also knew about Nanjing City. Does the emperor want to remove all the people from Jiangnan?
It should be impossible.

Then the emperor came for the money. As long as the salt merchants paid enough money, the emperor would let them go.

"Master, please listen to what the villain has to say."

Gu Xiu sorted out her thoughts and said, "Before the strike, we had already transported all the remaining salt from our home. Now there is really not a grain of salt left in our home."

"If you kill us all, I'm afraid we'll have to stop for a while."

"This is not a threat, sir, but the truth."

"You can search my house, there is absolutely no salt."

"Please give us some time and resume the salt supply immediately."

To threaten the court with no salt, only salt merchants can do it.

It just happens to be effective.

Song Wei pinched his teeth. The emperor did have salt to eat, but the army really ran out of salt. This was the reason why the emperor scolded him. If the army ran out of salt, big problems would arise.

Gu Xiu did an even better job and probably destroyed all the salt stored in his home.

As long as Song Wei kills them all, there will be no salt. If the salt shortage lasts for two or three months, the Ming Dynasty will collapse.

Therefore, supervising salt is a technical job, but Song Wei did it very roughly.

Fortunately, they destroyed all the salt mining equipment and could not recover it for a year and a half. The emperor was completely dumbfounded.

"Didn't I just say that there is nothing you can do if Yan Ding rebels?" Song Weide continued to pretend.

"Sir, we have our own way."

Gu Xiu doesn't pretend anymore. The worst is death. If we die prematurely, the Ming Dynasty will perish, and you won't be much better off.

Salt is on our hands!
Even if you take away the salt mines, reorganize the mines, and then take them out for mining and sales, it will still take several months.

Daming has already run out of salt, so we can’t wait a few months.

This is Gu Xiu's confidence.

"Are you bargaining with His Majesty?" Song Wei's eyes flashed with anger.

Gu Xiu kowtowed in the direction of the Forbidden City: "I am loyal to Your Majesty and have no bad intentions. I am willing to donate 100 million taels of silver to Your Majesty and beg Your Majesty to spare me. I will restore the mine immediately and start mining immediately." Salt, restore supply.”

This is a smart guy.

There are no fools in business, they all imitate Gu Xiu and kowtow, willing to give money to the emperor, as long as the emperor stops.

If it were Song Wei in the past, he would just accept it and leave immediately.

However, Song Wei changed.

He knows very well what a businessman is.

They were tricked today, so if they are obedient and turn around and go out, they will rebel. Never underestimate people's greed for wealth. It is human nature to want money rather than life.

At the same time, he thought of a more terrifying possibility.

The salt merchants went out and destroyed all the salt mining equipment, and the Ming Dynasty would be without salt for more than a year.

"Mr. Gu is really a talented person. He knows how to bargain with His Majesty."

Song Wei calmed down and smiled like a spring breeze: "I have been serving His Majesty for 11 years. I have seen many people bargaining with Your Majesty, but none of these people ended up well."

"One million taels buys His Majesty's begging for mercy. Is Your Majesty's Chrysostom so worthless?"

"Also, when Mr. Gu is doing business, he treats important national affairs and political matters like a businessman. Is this belittling His Majesty, who only cares about money and not people?"

Gu Xiu's face changed sharply: "I am also willing to be your Majesty's slave..."

Snapped!
Song Wei slapped him in the face: "You deserve it!"

"Come here, drag Gu Xiu out, Ling Chi!"

Gu Xiu was anxious: "Why? The Ming Dynasty ruled the country by law. What crime did the villain commit that warrants the death penalty?"

Gu Xiu was educated, so he had no choice but to give up writing and go into business.

So he understands bargaining and politics.

It's not like some businessmen who just use white gloves and don't know anything, and just use their power to occupy other people's industries.

From Song Wei's hesitation, he could see through Song Wei's mind.

But he was greedy and wanted to bargain with the emperor to get a good price.

This was his stupidity. There were several salt producing areas in the Ming Dynasty, but none of the salt merchants in the Huaihe River and the Huaihe River. If the Ming Dynasty could be cut off from salt for a month or two at most, the supply would be restored soon.

"You and my commander-in-chief Da Ming Lü, right?"

Song Wei didn't kill him directly. He had his own mission to complete, and killing was just a means to complete the mission.

"Mr. Gu's clothes are worth a lot of money."

Gu Xiu immediately explained: "This clothes is imitation silk, the price is not high, and the down inside is made. Your Majesty has not stipulated that merchants cannot wear down jackets."

"Huh, what does the imperial edict stipulate?"

Gu Xiu immediately stopped talking. According to the imperial edict, merchants should commit suicide by wiping their necks. Before they died, they had to say: They deserved it.

"Why do you have no excuses if you want to accuse me?"

Gu Xiu cried and said: "I, Gu Xiu, am loyal to Your Majesty. I am willing to spend 500 million taels of silver to buy the lives of my whole family, and I am willing to hand over all the mines to Your Majesty."

What an abandoned pawn to save the car!
Song Wei's headache is not how much money he has copied, but the restoration of salt supply.

Gu Xiu tested his bottom line and thought he had figured out Song Wei's shortcomings. Don't forget, Song Wei is a guilty person.

"Drag out Lingchi!"

Gu Xiu was dragged out half a foot by two soldiers before he realized that Song Wei really wanted to kill him: "Sir, please spare my life! Please spare my life!"

"Are you stupid to be the governor?"

Song Wei pointed to his nose: "You even dare to cut off salt at your will. Is there anything else you dare not do?"

"what!"

Fanzi cut open Gu Xiu's clothes and started to beat his body with a knife. Gu Xiu pissed and said, "Song Wei, if you kill me, the supply of salt will be far away!"

"Look, you are about to die, and you still dare to threaten me? Do you think I dare to use you?" Song Wei sneered.

"Song Wei, you are a sycophant. You are ruining the survival of the Gu Kingdom. You are a sycophant... ah!" Gu Xiu screamed as the knife opened the cavity and started to cut it one by one.

"The dynasty will not die, and neither will the governor. On the contrary, all nine of your clans will die." Song Wei sneered.

All the salt merchants were dumbfounded. Song Wei really dared to Ling Chi.

"Sir, as long as you spare me, I will immediately resume the supply of salt, restore it." A merchant spoke in authentic Fengyang dialect and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy.

"People from Fengyang?"

Song Wei pointed at himself: "My ancestors were also from Fengyang."

"Your Majesty's ancestors were also from Fengyang."

"Why did you even trick your own people?"

"Drag him out! Lingchi!"

Song Wei roared.

Why keep such disloyal and unjust things?
"Who is this governor?"

"You still don't understand!"

"He is a man who has committed crimes and made meritorious deeds!"

"This governor is no longer the Marquis of Xining, nor is he the garrison of Nanjing!"

"He is just a guilty person. His Majesty ordered him to supervise the salt. He is doing meritorious deeds for his crime!"

"But you!"

"Either you don't admit guilt, or you spend money to buy peace!"

"Can your Majesty hear you?"

"Can't hear it!"

"The only one who can hear you is me, the governor, Song Wei!"

"But you don't think about me, Song Wei, at all?"

"Your heads don't matter! Whether you offer salt or not has nothing to do with me, Song Wei!"

"I want to keep my head!"

Song Wei's tone softened: "Then I can only give you a hard time. Use your head to buy mine, okay?"

All the salt merchants are stupid. After all the talk, they still have to be punished?
However, some people are smart.

The purpose of Song Wei's coming to Yangzhou was to supervise the salt, but as soon as he came, the salt was broken, so he lost the Sacred Heart. If Song Wei wanted to get the Sacred Heart back, he had to use the blood of the salt merchants to satisfy His Majesty.

"Sir, this little person can help you regain His Majesty's favor."

A businessman climbed out from among countless people.

"Go on." Song Wei was still laughing.

Outside, two people were being tortured. The screams gave people nightmares for a lifetime.

But no one wants to be the third one to be punished.

"What the Tian family wants is nothing more than power and money. Power means who is behind us and who gets the dividends in Lianghuai; wealth means, on the one hand, our family wealth, and the other, the money earned from salt."

"As long as you do these things well, you will definitely regain the Sacred Heart."

Song Wei heard it interesting and laughed: "What is your name?"

"My name is Lu Rujing, from Huizhou." He replied tremblingly.

"Lu Rujing, continue."

Lu Rujing breathed a sigh of relief: "Sir, killing people won't solve the problem. Even if you kill us all, it won't help."

"I, we are willing to cooperate with you, work hard for you, and tell you all the secrets of the salt merchant, so that you can speak truthfully in front of His Majesty."

"Then write down all the connections of the salt merchants, and all our wealth will be collected by the palace."

"From now on, the profits from salt will be distributed by the palace."

"Young man, I am willing to be your majesty's loyal dog and your majesty's slave. I will serve your majesty and the palace for the rest of my life!"

"You, you can become prominent in the court by controlling Yangzhou salt merchants."

clap clap clap!
Song Wei patted him on the face: "You are really smart. You know how to consider the governor. You are a good dog."

Lu Rujing nodded, willing to be Song Wei's dog.

"But you are just a prefect, right? Are you worthy of being the governor's dog?"

Song Wei really underestimated the salt merchant.

Above the salt merchants, he is not just a magistrate, his status may be higher than that of the Marquis of Xining.

"The villain is willing to work hard and be the servant of the adults." Lu Rujing's face was full of hope.

Being a dog is not an insulting word.

It's a compliment. Those who are loyal are lackeys. Even Yu Qian and Hu Hui regard themselves as the emperor's lackeys. This is a compliment.

Loyal ministers and dogs are equated.

"You are indeed a good dog."

Song Wei clicked his tongue: "It's a pity that I can't believe you."

"This is Yangzhou Mansion. Once you leave this hall, I will not be able to find you."

"All promises are empty talk."

"What's the use?"

Song Wei has seen through people's hearts, and no one believes it.

"The villain is willing to take his children as hostages..." Lu Rujing was also cruel.

"Children are nothing. You are still young. If you die a few, you can still regenerate."

Song Wei lowered his gaze: "Unless you all become eunuchs and can no longer have children, and your children are used as hostages, then it will be somewhat of a deterrent."

Lu Rujing trembled all over.

Song Wei is not subduing the lackeys at all, but wants the lives of these people.

There were more than 100 salt merchants who could buy the Ming Dynasty with their own money, but Song Wei actually wanted them all to become eunuchs.

Businessmen, in the eyes of officials, are nothing more than tools.

Song Wei didn't regard them as extraordinary people at all.

"Please forgive me!" Lu Rujing kowtowed to the ground.

"Is life more important, or that thing?"

Song Wei smiled strangely: "If you don't accept a letter of nomination, how can I trust you?"

"How can I believe everything you say just by touching your words?"

"Do you think I, Song Wei, am stupid?"

"Think about it carefully, which one is more important?"

Lu Rujing finally figured out that Song Wei didn't really want to talk, he was just a salt merchant.

In other words, the emperor was dissatisfied with the salt merchants' control of salt and wanted to replace everyone.

Song Wei stood up and said: "Here, come and give Yao Shigui and other family property to the governor. Pack them all into boxes and send them to Nanjing City!"

"Sir, if, if, you are castrated, will you be able to keep your family wealth?" A salt merchant asked in horror.

This costs money rather than life.

Song Wei asked him with a smile: "Your Majesty has been unable to eat salt for a few days. Can you make up for it with your Majesty?"

He shook his head, no one has the ability to travel through time and space.

"Then can you let everyone in the world eat salt immediately?" He shook his head again.

"Then what's the use of you? Are you wasting air? Drag him out! Lingchi!" Song Wei roared.

The merchant cried and said: "I am willing to be castrated, yes, please don't kill me!"

More than 100 merchants looked at each other and burst into tears.

It's better for the older ones, but it's harder for the younger ones.

"If you don't want to serve this governor, then drag them all out." Song Wei sighed.

"No, Master Song, please castrate me!"

Some merchants begged.

"I'm willing too, I'm willing to be castrated!"

The merchants were vying to be castrated, which was quite a spectacle.

Lu Rujing was still hesitating. He wanted to keep one thing, either his body or his family's wealth.

Song Wei was still thinking that he must send soldiers to follow him. He could not let them play tricks and destroy the salt-making equipment, and he must ensure the supply of salt.

"My lord, I know where the salt is!"

Lu Rujing went crazy: "There is salt in Guangdong. As long as the adults don't castrate the villains, the villains can make salt from Guangzhou."

Daming’s salt production areas are still very rich, including Sichuan salt, Shaanxi salt, Huguang salt, and Guangdong sea salt.

However, the salt produced by Chaotang was monopolized by merchants from Lianghuai and then by Yangzhou.

Salt from various places must either be circulated in Yangzhou and turned into Huai salt and then sold, or it must be turned into private salt and sold everywhere.

Sichuan Zigong salt is an exception. It can be sold, but it is crowded out.

After all, Zigong salt blocks people's way of making money.

"The governor also knows that there is salt in Guangdong, but the salt from Guangdong has to go to Yangzhou to go to the capital. If you raise your own salt, will the salt from Guangdong not be raised?"

Song Wei had already investigated it.

Salt merchants, in order to deprive the country of salt, dumped all the salt into the water.

Not only the salt from Lianghuai, but also all the salt passing through Yangzhou was lost!

So the Ming Dynasty stopped salt.

Lu Rujing gritted his teeth: "If I take out the salt and offer it to His Majesty, can I avoid being castrated?"

He wants to be a man, not a eunuch.

"Do you have private salt at home?"

All the merchants glared at Lu Rujing.

"I don't have one at home, but I know a smuggling route for Guangdong salt in Yangzhou." Lu Rujing indeed had a secret.

Song Wei suddenly thought, can the salt that was thrown into the water also be salvaged?
"I can't. If I count the days, I'll have entered the sea long ago..."

"Hurry up and castrate!"

Song Wei's eyes became sharper: "Then bring all the family members here. You go back and organize the kitchen households and salt collectors to resume the salt supply immediately!"

"Whoever dares to damage the salt-making equipment will be executed by all nine tribes!"

They first picked local people in Yangzhou to raid their homes, and then went to various places to raid their homes. They didn't even leave a single coin for them.

The sound of crying to heaven and earth was deafening.

As for whether Lu Rujing would be castrated, Song Wei thought about it for a long time and ranked him last...

A memorial was sent to Nanjing.

"Song Wei is really good at playing. There will be more than 100 eunuchs in the palace."

Zhu Qiyu couldn't help laughing.

This method is absolutely perfect.

Turn a person into a eunuch, and then control his family to control the salt merchants and restore production.

Even if the eunuchs want to rebel, they are being carried on stretchers and are powerless. Besides, who would fight against a eunuch?

Song Wei also controlled all the salt merchants' families so that they would not dare to make mistakes.

The salt policy has opened up the situation.

Song Wei's first fire was a good one.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, there will be more than 100 merchants working for you soon." Feng Xiao thought it was a good thing.

First use these eunuchs and royal merchants to make money, and then send eunuchs to learn from them. From then on, there will be a steady stream of eunuchs doing business and making money for the royal family.

"Using waste is just right."

Zhu Qiyu said: "Let Song Wei copy it thoroughly, don't let these merchants be deceived."

"Go and invite the old lady here again."

Hu Hui has been having a hard time these days.

I have been struggling with choices.

It seems that the demon book case did not happen in Nanjing. No one spread rumors about the demon book case, and there was not even an article about the demon book case published in the newspapers.

It was as if the demon book case had never existed from beginning to end.

However, the emperor's army ransacked homes throughout Yingtian Mansion.

The government and the public alike turned a blind eye.

No one dares to speak out for these people, and no one can feel the emperor's pulse because the emperor has been in the palace and has not appeared in public for a long time.

It is very strange that the emperor was greedy for money and did not criticize his officials.

The Ming Dynasty's public speaking system was to let people speak. It was commonplace to criticize the emperor, and Zhu Qiyu almost vomited blood from being sprayed.

Hu Xi entered the palace and looked horrified after reading Song Wei's report.

Such a joke by Song Wei was obviously ordered by the emperor. He castrated more than 100 merchants, took control of their families, and forcibly restored the salt supply.

In Lianghuai, the situation has been completely opened up.

"The Lianghuai salt merchants dare to threaten me with cutting off the salt."

"These merchants are quite honest and are willing to castrate themselves to prove their innocence."

"There is no need to keep the rest of the merchants."

"The family is confiscated and the clan is exterminated, and the nationality is not returned to the public."

"What do you think, old lady?"

Zhu Qiyu smiled strangely.

Hu Hui had something in his mind, so when he saw the emperor, he always felt that the emperor was testing him, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Your Majesty used force to suppress the salt merchants in Lianghuai, but have you considered what to do in the future?"

"Salt policy supports the Ming Dynasty's finances."

"You kill a batch of salt merchants, and you will eventually use another batch. Repeatedly, it's just to make money."

"Why do you need to commit more crimes?"

Hu Hui was testing what the emperor was going to do.

"Old Master, please don't test me. There is no connection between you and me."

"With Concubine Hu in the middle, you and the emperor's family will both prosper and suffer."

"Just say anything."

Zhu Qiyu smiled and said: "I have said that the Ming Dynasty will no longer rely on salt policy to support its finances. I will lower the price of salt."

"With the salt cut off for a month or so, everyone's salt reserves will probably be gone, right?"

"Everyone tastes what it's like to eat without salt."

"Common people regard salt as a luxury product and are reluctant to eat it."

"On New Year's Eve in the eighth year of Jingtai, I asked the Shangshi Bureau why there are so few sauerkraut in the palace."

"At that time, the eunuch from the Fashion and Food Bureau told me that salt was too expensive. Even in the palace, we should save food."

"Because salt is expensive, sauerkraut is a luxury product."

"Does the old master know what I was thinking at that time?"

"We must lower the price of salt so that everyone in the world can eat affordable salt."

Zhu Qiyu waved his hand and signaled to Hu Hui not to dissuade him: "I know that the salt policy is the foundation of the Ming Dynasty, and I have not said that I will completely abolish the salt policy."

"It's just food and salt, the necessities of life for the people."

"I think the people should be fed enough and the price should be lower."

Hu Hui knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty loves the people, and I feel the same."

"Kaizhong method, taken from the Yuan Dynasty."

"During the reign of Emperor Taizu, salt was used to support the military and political affairs, and that was how the Northern Expedition came about."

"And during the reign of Emperor Taizong, he issued Yanyin on a large scale. Most of the money for the Five Conquests in Mobei came from Yanyin."

"This Yan Yin is actually equivalent to a bank loan, Yin Chi Mao Liang."

"The debts of the Yongle Dynasty can only be paid off in the Zhengtong Dynasty."

It turns out that Yan Yin's debt was owed by Yongle Dynasty.

"Veteran believes that direct issuance of affordable salt will cause market turmoil."

"It is better to implement a pricing system first, contract out all the salt mines and salt fields, and the center will be responsible for setting prices and collecting taxes."

Hu Bi did not say how important salt and iron are.

Choose private ownership instead.

His steps are longer than Zhu Qiyu's.

What Zhu Qiyu wants is that the salt farm is government-run and has a unified price across the country.

However, there are disadvantages.

Now that Zhu Qiyu has plenty of money, it is inevitable that one day when Zhu Qiyu is in urgent need of money, he will make a fuss about the salt policy and start to increase the selling price.

Hu Hui succeeded in one step, eliminating the possibility of skyrocketing salt prices, at least not controlled by the central government.

but!

The underlying reason is that Hu Hui wants to create a new salt merchant.

He gave Hu Hui two paths to take, one was to help the Jiangnan gentry and support the Jiangnan gentry; the other was for the emperor to walk all the way to the dark side.

As a result, Hu Hui chose neither path.

Instead, he decided to form a new chaebol, and this chaebol would listen to Hu Hui.

"Isn't the old master afraid that the new salt merchants will be difficult to control?" Zhu Qiyu was also thinking about it.

"Your Majesty, with you here, what salt merchant can't control it?"

Hu Hui also came up with difficult problems to make it difficult for the emperor.

The emperor wanted to expand his imperial power and hold the salt tightly in his hands. This was the path Song Wei chose for him. Song Wei castrated the salt merchants, just to make them work for the emperor.

However, Hu Hui blocked this road and allowed the birth of a new class. As for who can hold it, everyone depends on their ability.

"Old Master really believes in me."

Zhu Qiyu smiled and said nothing.

He must cleanse the Jiangnan gentry because he is worried that they will become big plutocrats and influence politics in the future.

But Hu Hui is creating the emergence of chaebol.

Salt privatization.

It is very likely that the salt will escape the emperor's control, which will create a gap in the imperial power.

"What the old lady said is very true!"

"Since I have privatized the minerals, I should also privatize the salt!"

"In this way, the center only needs to be responsible for collecting taxes."

Zhu Qiyu made the decision.

Hu Xi was slightly startled. The emperor was not afraid of forming a plutocrat?
"But this salt is not found only in the two Huaihe rivers."

"The Ming Dynasty was so big, there were so many places producing salt."

"Since we have privatized salt, I will issue thousands of salt sales licenses. Anyone can sell as long as they pay the salt tax."

boom!
Hu Hui's face changed. The emperor did not want to create chaebols, but to reduce the big ones into small ones. Thousands and tens of thousands of salt-selling merchants were created all over the country. Let's see how they form chaebols.

"One more rule: salt is not allowed to be sold across provinces."

Zhu Qiyu smiled.

As long as the salt does not cross provinces, no one can escape the tax.

Moreover, it is simply impossible to form a big salt merchant or a big chaebol.

Every province eats the salt from each province, and the market is not that big anymore. How can salt merchants be a consortium?

This is Zhu Qiyu's countermeasure.

"Your Majesty, is it too fast to privatize salt?"

Hu Xi regretted it a little. In this way, as long as the emperor held the salt of the provinces, there would be no gap in the imperial power.

"It doesn't matter, I believe in Akito's ability to adapt."

Zhu Qiyu said: "Regardless of the provinces, they must be sold at a unified national price. No one is allowed to sell above this price, nor is it allowed to sell below this price."

Break a few big salt merchants into pieces and turn them into thousands of small salt merchants.

Salt will also be controlled by the emperor.

Hu Xi felt as if he had shot himself in the foot, and sighed: "Your Majesty, what should I do if there is no salt?"

"Send people to look for salt mines, and they will definitely find salt. If there is no salt for the time being, it will be imported from nearby provinces. The price will be raised appropriately, but it will be cheaper than private salt." Zhu Qiyu said.

"Your Majesty, now that the salt merchants have stopped selling salt, how can we calm the world's yandere?"

"Immediately issue an imperial edict to package and sell salt farms across the country, resume work and production, and immediately sell affordable salt to the people."

Zhu Qiyu considered it: "As for the price of salt, let the cabinet discuss it. I think it can be set between one to three cents."

The salt fields in Yangzhou were all privately owned by the emperor. Now they are being sold. The emperor wants money, not factories.

"So low?"

Hu Xi was surprised: "Your Majesty, the salt of Ming Dynasty is really not that expensive."

"The price of salt is 8 cents per catty in the place where it is produced. If the season is not good, it will not exceed 20 cents per catty at most. It is more expensive in non-producing areas. The most expensive place is three cents of silver per catty."

The salt supply in the Ming Dynasty has always been very stable. In the Hongwu Dynasty, it was 8 Wen, and at its peak, it was 14 Wen. The price must be high in places where salt is not produced.

"How much does it cost?" Zhu Qiyu asked.

The cost of mining salt is not low. Salt cubes, kitchen households, and transportation are all costs.

"Find ways to reduce costs. It should not exceed five cents per pound of salt. In areas where salt is not produced, the price should be increased appropriately, but not too high. As long as the price is lower than the price of private salt, private salt will disappear."

Don't try to expand sales and make small profits but quick turnover to make a profit.

The productivity of this era is here. The greater the sales volume, the more money will be lost. In the end, the salt dealers will go on strike.

"Then, where appropriate, the place of residence of Yanding, Zaohu and other places of residence will be released and converted to civilian registration."

Zhu Qiyu refused to let Hu Chong advise: "Let the salt merchants go to Zhongnan to catch slaves. It doesn't matter how many people are exhausted. You can pay people to catch slaves there. Anyone from any country can be caught!"

"The salt tax should be lowered appropriately, in a preferential manner, so that I don't have to collect it one day, but they refuse to pay and resist the tax."

"Send a message to Song Wei. In ten days, I will see the salt supply restored."

"If he can't recover, I'll chop off Song Wei's head and let him figure it out on his own!"

Feng Xiaosuan realized that the emperor wanted to drive out all the salt merchants.

If he wants to kill Song Wei, Song Wei must first kill the salt merchant.

"After the supply of salt was restored, the old lady began to release the Zao households, salt workers, etc., and gradually converted them all to civilian status."

"As compensation, give them some tools and encourage them to set up factories."

Zhu Qiyu didn't talk about dividing the land. It is very difficult to divide the land. Jiangnan has released too many hidden households. These people are blood-sucking people. If they are not resettled well, there will be chaos.

Hu Hu originally wanted to talk about the demon book case.

As a result, the emperor sent him away.

When he left the palace, he saw loads of money being transported to the coin factory. The exchange bank in Nanjing was now deserted.

Nonsense, the rich people have been arrested, who has money to exchange for silver coins?

The case of the demon book intensified in the capital.

Zhou Xuan went on a rampage to arrest people, and the more he arrested, the more evil he became.

Cabinet partisanship has intensified.

In the 11th year of Jingtai, spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

Chen You led his army to attack Turpan. Mansu'er was defeated and retreated to Qamdo. The entire territory of Turpan was merged into the Ming Dynasty.

By the time the news reached Southern Zhili, it was already April.

"Good fight!"

Zhu Qiyu said excitedly: "Chen You has made great contributions to the annexation of Turpan and was granted the title of Marquis of Shazhou. The remaining military generals will be promoted to one level and rewarded according to their military merits. The cabinet can draw up a list of rewards."

The imperial edict has just been sent out.

The imperial censor Qin Hong impeached Chen You, had an affair with Man Su'er, forged meritorious deeds, and conspired to fake Turpan.

When Beijing's party strife intensified over the demon book case, the Chen You case was like a ladle of cold water, spilling on everyone's mind.

The courtier's gaze was attracted by Chen You and looked toward the northwest.

Chen You immediately wrote a letter, shouting that he was wronged and saying that Fan Sheng could testify.

Fan Guang, who was defending Nanjing, was directly dragged into the water.

The Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Supervision Department sent people to Turpan to verify their achievements. As soon as they arrived in Turpan, soldiers reported Chen You and plotted a rebellion.

"Chen You falsely claimed credit, I'm afraid there is a conspiracy to falsely occupy Turpan, it may not exist." Ma Ang said quietly.

The Supervision Department was established by members of the former Sixth Section, with Zhou Hongmo serving as the supervisor.

"It's not that it doesn't exist, but it's almost certain."

Zhou Hongmo said seriously: "This Chen You and Man Su'er have a close relationship. I have mentioned before that they will jointly manage Turpan with Man Su'er."

"My previous intelligence was wrong. I thought Turpan had broken away from the Eastern Chagatai Khanate and entered Turpan from Mansuer. This shows that the Eastern Chagatai Khanate can still control Turpan."

"And Man Su'er, who has the qualifications of a famous general, fought the Ming Dynasty back and forth, evenly matched."

"It took Chen You one month to defeat Turpan? The military report was vague and vague about the military achievements."

"So Qin Hong, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, reported Chen You."

"My Supervision Department sent people to investigate and found that Turpan is very strange. The Ming army seemed to have taken over Turpan, but they did not massacre the city. It is obvious that Chen You and Man Su'er co-administered Turpan instead of actually occupying Turpan."

When will the Ming Dynasty completely occupy a place and massacre the city?
However, Yao Kui and others were thinking.

Chen You took advantage of Yu Qian by taking credit.

The case of the demon book plunged Yu Qian into a quagmire, and his reputation in the capital was already bad. The sudden case of Chen You attracted everyone's attention.

Zhou Hongmo was a Jinshi for ten years and was the emperor's lecturer. The emperor liked to listen to his lectures very much.

Therefore, he served as the first supervisor of the Supervision Department.

Qin Hong was a Jinshi in the second year of Jingtai. He was a fierce man who compared himself with Wei Zheng. He often gave advice directly from the public car and did not give the emperor face several times.

Will such a person be attracted by Yu Qian?

"The history of Zhou's supervision cannot judge Chen You's merits based on whether he massacred the city or not." Yao Kui did not want the Chen You case to appear.

"Why not? The first time Chen You attacked Turpan, he massacred all the cities in Turpan."

Yu Qian retorted: "Kou Shen also asked him at that time, many people in Turpan believe in Islam, and you, Chen You, also believe in Islam. Is it unethical to kill the same kind of people in this way?"

"Chen Youque said: I am your Majesty's minister first, then the people of the Ming Dynasty, and finally a believer of the Islamic religion."

"He also burned down Islamic temples, which shows his true intentions."

"As we all know, the people of the Islamic religion have a strong sense of identity with the sect. If Chen You burns his temple, he will definitely continue to die. Why didn't Chen You massacre the city?"

Yu Qian wants to put Chen You's case to bed.

As long as the Chen You case was in flames, Yu Qian would take advantage of the situation and get away.

Geng Jiuchou spoke: "Xing Guogong, don't you think your explanation is too far-fetched?"

"How far-fetched?"

Yu Qian asked back: "In July of the [-]th year of Jingtai, Chen You reported that all the people in Turpan believe in Islam."

"The Mongols believed in Islam back then. Don't we still know what's going on?"

"Chen You is also a believer in the Islamic religion, so why can't he be a member of my Ming Dynasty?" Geng Jiuchou retorted.

"Chen You burned down the temple, causing Islamic believers to hate Chen You. What's wrong?" Yu Qian was a little anxious.

The others laughed and said nothing.

Can we understand that the Chen You case was concocted by Yu Qian?

Arguing.

Yu Qian and Zhou Hongmo concluded that Chen You took advantage of the situation and occupied Turpan.

Yao Kui and Geng Jiuchou believed that the investigation should continue.

Sun Yuanzhen coughed lightly: "Your Majesty has just left the capital for a few months, and three cases have occurred frequently in the capital. What do you think?"

"Without His Majesty in charge, there are constant monsters and monsters, so we can only ask the Holy Emperor to come back." Geng Jiuchou was very good at kneeling and licking.

Yu Qian suffered the most.

The Hanzong case and the demon book case came to him.

After Zhou Xuan's investigation, he vigorously purged his party members. More than a dozen officials in the court were imprisoned in the Dali Temple Prison.

The emperor in Nanjing did not give clear instructions, and the factory guards were not involved.

Finally ushered in a turning point!
"At the beginning of the year, the salt merchants in Lianghuai and Huaihe tried to cut off the salt supply to threaten His Majesty. Now that all the salt merchants have been killed and the new salt policy has been implemented, the whole country is still in chaos."

Chen Wenhe Xini: "I think now is the time for the central government to unite and overcome difficulties together."

"There are problems with the salt administration in Huaihe and Huaihe, and people in many places cannot eat salt."

"Even if His Majesty relaxes salt control and salt is mined everywhere, it will not be able to quell the chaos immediately."

Everyone knows that Chen Wen is a neutral.

No one listened to him.

This is the best time to fall.

Sun Yuanzhen and Yao Kui didn't want to let it go.

"Xing Guogong, don't you think this Chen You case happened by coincidence?" Sun Yuanzhen said suddenly.

Yao Kui and Sun Yuanzhen fell to the resolute faction.

Geng Jiuchou, Wang Fu and others are semi-neutral. If there is any benefit, they will go up. If there is no benefit, they will stop. They may also jump to Yu Qian.

"What Geng Shangshu means is that I initiated the Chen You case?"

Yu Qian sneered: "How many pairs of eyes do you watch every move I make? Don't you know how many slaves I have in my family?"

"Chen You is eager to achieve meritorious service and wants to be granted a title of nobility for his meritorious service before his death. Therefore, he takes the risk of meritorious service and is granted a title. What does it have to do with Yu Qian and me?"

After arguing for an hour, there was no result.

Yu Qian made the decision: "Whether it is true or not, Chen You must be captured and brought back to Beijing. He must not be allowed to continue to lead the army."

"But what if it's really meritorious?" Sun Yuanzhen asked him.

"Sun Shangshu, can you guarantee that Chen You can be trusted? If he leads an army to rebel, will you bear the consequences?"

No one can bear this responsibility.

Chen You must be relieved of his military power and brought back to Beijing.

"But Turpan is still at war, and Mansu'er is eyeing it. Once the court changes generals, Mansu'er's troops enter Turpan, and Turpan is lost again. So is this case true or false?"

Ma Wensheng, who had been silent until now, made a speech.

The entire Wenhua Hall was shaken.

No one spoke.

Is Ma Wensheng the only smart person?
No one cares whether the Chen You case is true or false. Yu Qian is taking the opportunity to escape. Yao Kui and others want to lock Yu Qian in the demon book case.

There is even another layer.

The imperial court expanded its territory, and the emperor slaughtered all parties in the south of the Yangtze River. The class under the feet of all the officials had begun to shake.

The Chen You case broke out.

Zhou Xuan had to stop arresting Yu Dang and start investigating Chen You's case.

Yu Qian finally got a chance to breathe.

But in Nanjing, Fan Guang became depressed.

He knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, I really don't know what those two brats are thinking, and I don't know whether what they say is true or false. I am guilty, I am guilty!"

If Chen You takes credit, then Kou Shen, Fan Sheng, Fan Jiong, Shenying, and Tao Jin will all have problems.

Fan Guang really didn't expect that the fire of party struggle would burn to his head.

"Get up, I believe in you."

Zhu Qiyu said quietly: "Chen You is indeed greedy for merit. He is old and wants to earn a marquis through meritorious service. After all, it is understandable that his descendants will not live up to expectations."

"But if he dares to pretend to occupy Turpan, that would be very stupid. He won't even be able to keep the count."

"Fan Guang, what do you think?"

Pfft!
Fan Guang was so frightened that he knelt on the ground again: "Your Majesty, I don't know whether it is true or false."

"Don't be afraid, I don't doubt you." Zhu Qiyu said with a smile.

Regardless of the fact that Fan Guang was responsible for defending Nanjing, as long as he did not conform to the emperor's wishes, the emperor could kill him with an imperial edict.

The guard of the inner palace was handed over to Shu Liang's selection camp.

There are other armies outside, and if Fan Guang makes any move, he will be doomed.

That's why the emperor slept peacefully.

Fan Guang really wanted to catch the two bastards immediately and beat them to death. Could you please stop meddling in this kind of thing?

"How many people does Chen You have?" Zhu Qiyu asked Feng Xiao.

"Back to the Emperor, Chen You is commanding the Gansu Army. The Gansu Army has just been established. It consists of the former Gansu Dusi troops, plus Ningxia troops, and those who surrendered. The number of Gansu troops is 26372."

Zhu Qiyu said: "There are only more than 2 people."

"Let him continue to lead the troops."

"Whether it's true or not, let him lead the troops and continue fighting."

"If it's false, make it true. Don't make it difficult for me."

The emperor is returning to protect Chen You.

Wars must be fought, and battles must be won continuously. Even if the battles are won at the border, he, the emperor, does not panic and does whatever he wants in the south of the Yangtze River.

but.

The next day, news came from Beijing.

Yu Qian ordered that Chen You be relieved of his military power and escorted back to Beijing. Kou Shen took charge of the Gansu army and continued the campaign.

"What a Yu Qian!"

Zhu Qiyu's face changed sharply and his eyes flickered: "Everyone, get out! Close the palace door!"

"This Chen You case must have been concocted by Yu Qian!"

"In order to escape, he created the Chen You case."

"Chen You really swallowed Turpan, and once Chen You leaves, Mansu'er will definitely counterattack. If Turpan is lost again, even Gansu will be at risk of overturning."

"What a Yu Qian, how can he be so quick to show off his skills!"

"Regardless of the safety of the Ming Dynasty, only thinking about your own honor and disgrace, how selfish!"

The Chen You case is still ambiguous until now because there is no conclusive evidence and no conclusive confession.

It can be said that this case is confusing.

There was only a letter of report from Yu Shi Qin Hong.

This is the job of a censor, so reporting and reporting is normal.

When Fang Ying sent troops, Zhu Qiyu received dozens of reporting letters a day. Any violation of regulations by Fang Ying would be reported. He even received letters reporting Fang Ying's rebellion every day.

This is the job of the Metropolitan Procuratorate!

Each army has a censor in order to guard against rebellion by generals.

There are not only censors, but also eunuchs, factory guards, and now there are also people from the Military Discipline Department and the Military Officials Department. With so many people monitoring and monitoring each other, the military power is firmly in the hands of the central government.

However, the cabinet presided over by Yu Qian made a final decision based on a letter of complaint from Qin Hong.

Very arbitrary.

Why did the ministers in the court agree?
Is this putting the fire on my head?

"I didn't realize before that Zhou Hongmo is actually Yu Qian's man!"

Only then did Zhu Qiyu see it clearly.

The court officials were probably also dumbfounded. They stared at Yu Qian, but not at Yu Qian's party members, giving Yu Qian a chance to make a comeback.

"Isn't there anyone in the court who understands?"

"Do not."

"The tightening curse I set may not really be for me."

"They are using Qian and me to kill each other. I am here to restrict Yu Qian, and similarly, Yu Qian is here to restrict me."

"The tight spell I set for Yu Qian."

"Yu Qian, isn't this a tight spell set for me?"

Zhu Qiyu put the whole thing together and thought about it, and suddenly it became clear.

"There is another layer!"

"I was the one who killed the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River. These gentry concocted Chen You's case to help Qian get out of trouble, and let Yu Qian in turn suppress me."

"You Chen, you are just a political victim."

"There are experts among the Jiangnan gentry. Could this expert who gives advice be you? Old Master!"

Zhu Qiyu's eyes flickered: "These people, regardless of the hardships of the war ahead, are bent on fighting for power and gain, they should all be killed!"

"It's almost your turn!"

　The case of Chen You is taken from the case of Zeng Mian in the Jiajing Dynasty
　　Zeng Mian (1509-1548), courtesy name Zizhong, was born in Huangyan County (now Huangyan District), Taizhou, Zhejiang, and his father was Zeng Jia. When he was 12 years old, he became successful. His father was doing business and met a good friend in Jiangdu (today's Yangzhou). He asked his friend to teach with Jiangdu Yanshi, and he settled in Jiangdu.He first served as magistrate of Changle County in Fujian Province, was promoted to censor, became governor of Shandong, and later served as minister of the Ministry of War, and governor of the "trilateral" affairs of Dingbian, Anbian and Jingbian in Yulin, Shaanxi.While guarding the frontier and winning every victory, he was framed by the treacherous minister Yan Song and died unjustly.Later generations compiled this unjust case into the opera "Panfusov", which became a famous drama.

　　
　
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