I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 21 Yan Maoqing, smoking green smoke

The ancients called the Yangtze River a river, and the Yellow River a river. The water in the Yangtze River is clear, but the water in the Yellow River is turbid. When the Yangtze River flows, the Yellow River also flows.

The old proverb goes, "When the sage comes out, the Yellow River is clear", but when will the Yellow River clear?
The water of the Yangtze River irrigates the fields of several provinces on both sides of the river, and the water of the Yellow River also irrigates the fields of several provinces on both sides of the river.

As an emperor, you can't just use the Yangtze River and waste the Yellow River; on the contrary, once the Yellow River overflows, it needs to be treated; and on the contrary, once the Yangtze River overflows, it must be treated.

This is the art of the emperor!
When Li Shizhen rushed to the capital with Jin Yiwei, Yan Maoqing, who was patrolling salt, also returned with a full load of money.

Yuxi Palace.

Holding half of the medical books in his hands, the medicine sage has already entered a state of concentration, with no distractions, even though this is in the emperor's private abode.

The medical book was dictated by Jiajing and handwritten by the eunuch Huang Jin who held the pen. It was left by Xue Muhua of the Xiaoyao School and fell into the hands of Lin Chaoying.

After Wang Chongyang's exhibition, he appeared in the Ming Dynasty without saying a word.

To successfully refine Jiuzhuan Xiongshe Pill, not only professional people but also professional knowledge are required.

And these two things are all in order, everything is ready and only owes the east wind.

Without disturbing Li Shizhen's epiphany, Jiajing sat cross-legged on the gossip table and began to practice innate skills.

In the side hall next door, Lu Fang looked at the wooden box with the seal of "Salt Transport Envoy".

The wooden box has bottomed out, just waiting for this batch of accounts to be settled.

Daming Zhen·Hubu is actually in Yuxi Palace.

It has been decades since Emperor Jiajing was also the Minister of the Household Department, and Xu Jie is just a show on the bright side.

The sound of counting beads gradually faded away, and almost at the same time, the twelve eunuchs in front of the two long cases finished all the accounts.

The twelve eunuchs simultaneously picked up the last page of accounts they wrote down, held them to their mouths and dried them carefully.

One of the two eunuchs delivering the accounts went to the case on the left and collected the six account pages, and the other went to the case on the right to collect the six account pages, and they both went to Lu Fang and presented them with both hands.

Lu Fang took the twelve account pages and waved, "Withdrawn."

The eunuch who settled the accounts raised his huge abacus and walked out softly.

A eunuch who delivered the accounts put a copper lock on the palace wooden box containing the original account book, and locked it with a bang, then handed the long copper key to the eunuch who delivered the accounts standing beside him, the eunuch Holding the key in both hands, he walked up to Lu Fang and presented it.

Lu Fang took the key, and ordered like an old housekeeper: "Turn on the lamp, and close the palace door."

"Yes." The two eunuchs went to the table next to the wall, each picked up a copper plate and a pair of scissors, one went to the left, the other went to the right, and each took the wicks of two huge candles burning with open flames. Cut it and put it in the copper plate, then go to cut the second lamp.

Only then did Lu Fang hold the stack of account pages and the long copper key placed on the account pages, and walked towards the door of the monastery.

After a long week of meritorious deeds in Jiajing, he opened his mouth and said, "Last year, how much tax money did the inspector sent by the imperial court to go to Huaihe River and Zhejiang Province collect?"

Lu Fang: "Go back to Long Live Lord, it seems to be more than 140 million taels."

Jiajing: "What about the year before last?"

Lu Fang: "It's more than 170 million taels."

Jiajing stood up from the futon, and began to walk around with his sleeves fluttering again: "It is less and less every year to send others to collect taxes. When Yan Maoqing went, he took back 330 million taels, which was more than others in two years. "

Lu Fang thought for a while before answering: "Yanyin in the two Huaihe Rivers and Zhejiang provinces received tens of millions of taxes every year during the time of Taizu and Chengzu. Since then, it has decreased year by year, and some of them are indeed It was directly transferred to Nanjing for public use, but in any case, it will not be like the year before last, where it could only receive more than 100 million taels a year."

"This year, Yan Maoqing took back 330 million taels when he left. There is only one reason. The yamen who manage the salt are all Yan Ge and Xiao Ge, and they have been greedy for money. They worked hard and sent people to They can't find out even one or two of them, but as long as Yan Maoqing goes, they will obediently donate."

"To put it in a sad way, more than half of the keys to the Ming treasury are in their hands. The court needs money, and only they can open this door."

Jiajing tossed the long copper key up and down, "hehe" smiled: "This key should be held in my hands, and it can only be held in my hands."

Lu Fang accompanied him with a "hehe" smile, and said, "Long Live Lord, the opportunity has come."

The old God of Jiajing is here, and there seems to be nothing he can't see through: "This time, Yan Maoqing corrupted at least 200 million taels!"

Lu Fang nodded immediately, her eyes full of admiration: "You can't hide anything from the Lord Long Live. Zhu Qi and the others have been following Yan Maoqing's fleet, and they are back today. Before dark, Zhu Qi came to see the slaves. He said that Yan Maoqing was here. There are still three boats before we bring the silver back to Beijing."

"Our people in Nanzhili also reported that Yan Maoqing collected at least 500 million taels of tax money for his tour of salt this year. In addition to the reported 330 million taels, it was just as Long Live said, 200 million taels were stolen. "

"Of these three ships, two went to Jiangxi, one sailed to Fenyi Yange's hometown, one sailed to Fengcheng Yan Maoqing's own home, and the third boat sailed back to Beijing as a merchant ship a month ago."

"Okay! Two million taels of silver and three boats, traveling south and north, I built this canal for them in the Ming Dynasty."

Speaking of this, Jiajing picked up Yan Maoqing's memorabilia on the stack of bills in the imperial case, and took a picture: "Yan Maoqing, smoke!"

At this time, Li Shizhen was awakened by Jiajing's murderous aura, and looked blankly at the murderous emperor.

"Yan Maoqing, this mouse, actually said in the memorial that he dared to resign from his labors to relieve the king's worries." He also said that he had discussed with Yan Shifan and left 100 million taels for me to build the Longevity Palace? They took 200 taels of my money. Ten thousand, give me 100 million, and I want to thank them!"

After a pause, Jiajing narrowed his eyes.

"Tell Yan Song, I want to eat meat!"

What kind of meat?

Eat Yan Maoqing's smoking rat meat.

For such a fat mouse, the next month's aid will be available.

As for Yan Song and his son, how to use it or how to use it.

Lu Fang clarified Jiajing's intentions, glanced at Li Shizhen who was holding a medical book, bowed and said, "If you do many unrighteous acts, you will die yourself. The servant of Long Live Lord understands, so I will go to see Elder Yan Ge."

At the same time, Yan Mansion!
"boom!"

Yan Song reached out and swept the cup in front of him to the ground, and smashed the fine blue and white to pieces.

In an instant, the Yan Mansion was as silent as a cicada.

Even Yan Shifan held his breath, he knew that Yan Maoqing was finished this time.

The emperor's methods are getting sharper, how dare he be so greedy?He also secretly transported a boatload of money to Fenyi, this is trying to kill me!
"Yan...Mao...Qing..."

Yan Song roared every word, like a fierce tiger, wanting to eat people.

"You are so brave!!!"

(End of this chapter)