Daming Zhu Di: Father, why aren't you dead? !

Chapter 157 Old Wanli: No Approval!No approval!I do not approve! ! (Stop keeping books!)
A Biao's voice fell.

Everyone trembled, and they all looked at the podium quickly, and then they all consciously returned to their seats.

"Old Zhu, he will sit next to you temporarily."

Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu who couldn't put it down to Xiao Wanli.

Usually, I really didn't see that Lao Zhu had such a gentle side to children.

Xiyu quickly moved a small stool next to the old Zhu Taishi's chair.

"Come on, little fat man, sit down with grandpa."

In fact, it is inappropriate for Lao Zhu to call Xiao Wanli grandpa grandpa.

Zhu Yijun's father was Zhu Zaijun, his grandfather was Zhu Houcong, and his grandfather, if you really count, must be the Xingxian Emperor Zhu Youju who was respected by the Jiajing gods.

'Little fat pier? '

Hearing this title, little Wanli felt a little upset.

Little Wanli has been studying since he was five years old, although he is only nine years old now, strictly speaking, he is not yet nine years old.

But he has also been the prince of the Eastern Palace for four years, a descendant of the emperor's family, and he is also a prince. Naturally, he is much precocious than ordinary children. When he heard the word 'little fat pier', the corners of his eyes twitched.

But since it was the title given to him by the great grandfather, little Wanli naturally did not dare to resist, so he could only nod obediently, as long as the great grandfather was happy.

"Okay, Grandpa Taizu~!"

Under the encouraging eyes of his father Zhu Zaiyi, little Wanli followed Lao Zhu to the podium, then obediently sat on his own small stool, staring at Ji Boying with piercing eyes.

The little head was spinning rapidly.

Thinking about what kind of place this is, why are there so many ancestors here?And what are these ancestors doing here?Also, what is this fairy who doesn't look like a fairy at all going to do?
At this moment, Xiao Wanli has enough questions in his mind to write a book of [-] whys in the Ming Dynasty.

"Next, let's continue the topic just now."

"As for the internal affairs of the Wanli dynasty, um, that is the internal affairs of the Zhu Yijun dynasty."

Ji Boying just finished speaking.

Little Wanli, who was sitting on a small stool, suddenly trembled, his whole body froze, and his little head went down for a moment.

'I haven't been enthroned yet, so what's the matter with internal affairs! '

"Little Fatty, you have to listen carefully to what the immortal master said later. If you hear something good, you should keep it. If you hear something bad, you must actively correct it. This is what Grandpa Taizu taught you."

Lao Zhu touched Xiao Wanli's little head with a smile, and then took Xiao Wanli's chubby hand, which shows the love in Lao Zhu's heart.

Little Wanli looked at Lao Zhu in astonishment, and nodded in a daze.

His little head can't figure it out, why should he learn from another self?
In the eyes of little Wanli, the fairy on the podium was picking up a big brush that he had never held before, and writing down a few words that he didn't quite understand on a huge pair of rice paper.

"Six Days" "Six Nos"

These two words were not only incomprehensible to little Wanli, but also the princes and princes including old Zhu Abiao and old Zhu Di were also confused by the two words on the rice paper.

What exactly does this mean?
"Six one."

Ji Boying's voice fell.

The faces of Lao Zhu and the others suddenly changed slightly.

Old Zhu couldn't help but ask.

"Brother, why do we have a bad premonition."

Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu and smiled slightly.

"The so-called June [-]st refers to the six firsts."

"First."

"Including Jianwen, among the No.17 emperors of the Ming Dynasty, Wanli is the only one whose grave was blown up by the authorities."

"Referred to as the first emperor of grave blasting."

"All the buried treasures in the emperor's mausoleum were exhumed. The coffin of Wanli was opened and the bones inside were taken out. In the end, they were scattered in all directions and disappeared."

The voice settled.

Everyone present was stunned.

This is simply the real version of the dead body.

Little Wanli, who was sitting on a small chair, could hear the buzzing in his head.

'I was only nine years old, and you told me that my grave was blown up, you, you...what's on your mind! '

Fortunately, Xiao Wanli still has a bit of a heart, otherwise he would probably have cried out with a 'wow'.

"Master Immortal, then, what about our grave?!"

Hongzhi Zhu Youtang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly his face changed, and he asked this question with a little bit of psychological shadow. After all, except for Xiaoling, the tombs of other emperors in Beiping are all next to each other.

"Your ones are okay, the worse ones are at most just being dug up with a few shovels and some funerary objects in the mausoleum stolen."

After Ji Boying finished speaking, everyone heaved a sigh of relief. It's okay to steal something, as long as the coffin is not lifted.

"Master Immortal, the student has a question. All the emperor's tombs are in one place, but why is only Wanli's tomb treated like this?"

Emperor Xuande asked a question.

Ji Boying glanced at Emperor Xuande, and then at the others.

"The emperor's mausoleum in Wanli cost 800 million silver to build."

The implication is, as far as your imperial mausoleum is concerned, is it worthy of comparison with Wanli's?

As soon as the words came out, Lao Zhu was stunned.

His Xiaoling Mausoleum only cost 100 million taels of silver to build!
Even after 200 years, no matter how the inflation inflates, it will not be able to inflate so much money!

Old Zhu Di was also in a daze. The Ming Changling Tomb he built for himself cost only 70 million taels of silver. Wanli built a tomb, which is enough for him, Emperor Yongle, to build more than a dozen.

The other emperors and princes were also in a state of shock.

800 million silver, the surplus of the treasury for two or three years, to build a grave? !

At this moment, Lao Zhu silently let go of Xiao Wanli's hand, and suddenly felt that he was not so in love.

"second."

"Da Ming's No. [-] drug addict."

"Of course, the medicine I'm talking about here is not an ordinary medicine, but a medicine that can make people addicted."

"The name is: Fushou Gao."

As an emperor, it’s okay to be addicted to shooting games, and it’s okay to like to gamble a lot. Anyway, you are the emperor, and if you lose or win, it’s all yours.

But sticking to this thing is really a bit desperate.

However, Wanli didn't do this for his own enjoyment, but to treat toothache, or to use it for heroism. This is quite unofficial, and it is difficult to determine.

Lao Zhu and the others frowned. They didn't know what drugs were, but they definitely weren't any good stuff.

"third."

"The first emperor to make money and make money."

"In order to make money, Wanli sent eunuchs around the country to collect mining taxes, and these mining taxes do not seem to be directly squeezing the people's income, but in fact they are suppressed layer by layer, especially in places where there are no mines. It falls on the people, and what is searched for is the people's fat and people's anointing."

"Furthermore, the tax supervisors dispatched to various places are making a fortune, which is outrageous. They often collect 10 taels of mining tax silver, and in the end they only report tens of thousands of taels to the internal treasury."

This point is clearly recorded.

The governor of Shanxi wrote to the imperial court to reveal that Sun Chao, the tax supervisor, collected 45200 taels a year, and only handed in 15800 taels, and the remaining 29400 taels were all embezzled by him.

The governor of Shandong submitted a letter to the court to report that Ma Tang, the tax supervisor, received 26 taels a year, but only handed over 78000 taels, embezzling a full 130 million taels in seven years.

Such things spread all over the country in the years when Wanli collected mining taxes.

'Clap' sound.

Immortal Jiajing slapped the table and stood up angrily.

"Really don't give half of it?!"

Back then, 200 million taels had to be given 100 million to the emperor.

After decades, half of it will not be given?
This is simply outrageous!
Lao Zhu moved his chair slightly, and he was farther away from Xiao Wanli.

Little Wanli looked suspiciously at the great grandfather who was getting further and further away from him, with a bit of grievance in his eyes.

Love goes too fast, like a tornado.

In fact, Ji Boying also felt a little outrageous about Wanli's making money.

The year of Wanli has already opened up the sea in full swing. If you really want to make money, isn't it faster to increase the business tax than the mining tax?

Daming's one-thirtieth commercial tax is unbelievably low, as long as you add three to five cents, the money will come rushing in.

Of course, there is a process problem in the middle.

If the imperial court imposed additional business taxes, then the tax money would go directly into the Taicang warehouse, and eunuchs sent to various places to mine mines to collect taxes would go into the internal treasury of Emperor Wanli.

So from this point of view, many people in later generations criticized Wanli and gave Wanli the title of a miser, only for their own pockets, regardless of national finances.

Even if Wanli later paid money from the internal treasury to supplement the Liaodong army's salary, he was still forced to do nothing. After all, military issues are related to the survival of the country, and Wanli can ignore other things, but military issues must be taken care of.

"fourth."

"The number one emperor who set things right and rebelled against chaos."

"Abolish the examination law, abolish all new policies, abolish the system of non-hereditary titles for foreign relatives, etc."

If it is said that the purpose of abolishing the Kaocheng method is to appease the imperial court, then it is understandable, after all, Wanli is the most annoying person to bother him.

It is very puzzling that the hereditary title of the deposed foreign relatives was restored with great difficulty.

Ji Boying didn't give Lao Zhu and others a chance to speak, and continued to talk.

"fifth."

"The number one emperor of the wayward pet."

"The third son of Wanli, Zhu Changxun, King of Fu, spent 20 taels of silver for a big wedding, and 60 taels of silver for building the palace of the vassal. The emperor specially granted [-] hectares of fertile land during the vassal period, and [-] pieces of salt were introduced every year."

numb.

Totally numb.

Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi and several other heroes in the early Ming Dynasty all felt their scalps go numb.

It turns out that money can still be spent like this.

The entire main hall was silent.

"sixth."

"Da Ming smashed the first emperor."

Having said that, Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu by the way.

"Old Zhu, you just asked me what it means to be bad."

"After listening to what I'm going to say next, you should be able to understand."

"Listen carefully."

Lao Zhu's heart skipped a beat, he had a premonition that an even more explosive segment was coming.

"The six nos written on the rice paper you see can correspond to this mess."

"The so-called six nos."

"No suburbs, no temples, no pilgrimage, no seeing, no criticism, no talk."

Do not sacrifice to heaven and earth, do not worship ancestors, do not go to court, do not meet ministers, do not approve memorials, and do not participate in sutra feasts.

"When Ye Xianggao was the chief assistant, he submitted a total of 75 memorials to ask for additional officials, but Wanli refused to approve them. In the end, he had no choice but to submit 62 memorials to resign. Only then did he succeed in resigning."

In fact, these six are not included.

From the perspective of Ji Boying, a later generation, the five nos of 'no suburbs, no temples, no courts, no seeing, and no talking' are all acceptable. After all, it can save a lot by not engaging in these vain rituals State fiscal expenditure.

But it would be a bit too much not to criticize the chapters.

After all, according to the history books, not only did Wanli not make up officials, but he even refused to approve the memorials for disaster relief.

He didn't approve it, and he didn't let the eunuch approve it.

If Zhu Hong does not approve, the cabinet will not be able to draft votes, the Ministry of Households will not be able to allocate food, and the victims will have to wait to die.

He glanced at the bewildered princes and princes.

Ji Boying continued.

"Next, let's briefly introduce the situation of the six cabinets of the Ming court in Wanli before the battle of Sarhu began."

"There is only Fang Congzhe, a scholar in the cabinet, and there are only three ministers and four ministers in the six departments. There are vacancies for the heavenly officials and the ministers of the Ministry of War, and they are all ministers of other departments. There are only four people in the six departments. Five people, the position of general manager is vacant, and the lack of officials in other departments does not count."

If it is at full capacity, the cabinet ministers should have 3-5 people, the six ministers should have six ministers, and more than ten ministers around, and the six department officials should have a hundred NO.80 people, all inspected No matter how many supervisory censors in the court, there must be dozens of people, otherwise how would they monitor the world.

The Tongzheng Envoy is in charge of the memorials submitted to the heavens all over the country. Now that the Tongzheng Secretary is no longer in charge, these memorials will naturally not be sent to the emperor's presence. The old Wanli's ears are considered clean.

The matter of not making up for the lack of officials is often regarded by people in later generations as Wanli's anti-civilian group's bad therapy, but no matter how bad it is, no matter how much it fights, it must at least maintain the normal operation of the imperial institutions.

At the very least, things like disaster relief cannot be delayed.

Also, Wanli has always been vague about the prince's study. Zhu Changluo is a man in his dozen years and has not yet received the orthodox education of the prince.

No wonder later generations will give Wanli a definition: I'll be done when I'm happy, and let his future generations be flooded.

Hearing this, Lao Zhu's chest was already heaving violently.

Little Wanli, who was sitting next to him, took the initiative and carefully moved his little stool farther away.

"The memorial is not approved, and the vacancy is not filled. What is this Wanli doing?!"

Lao Zhu slapped the grand teacher's chair, bursting into anger.

When he slashed people with a knife, he would kill a batch and promote a batch to ensure the normal operation of the imperial government.

"ZTE, ZTE is a ghost!"

Old Zhu Di also slapped the table angrily.

"This bastard!"

Even the Immortal Jiajing stood up.

He didn't go to court for decades, and he was scolded to death, but he was working, when the emperor lit up the lamp in the middle of the night to approve the memorial, who would you trolls know? !

"Unworthy offspring!"

"Should be severely punished!"

"........."

Scolding, repeated in this main hall.

Long Qing and Zhu Zaidi didn't dare to say anything at all.

Little Wanli, who was originally sitting on a small chair, sneaked off the podium consciously at this time, and squatted beside the stenographer Lianxiang, looking at these fickle ancestors with fear on his face.

Is this the adult world?horrible!

Concubine Mu, I don't want to grow up!

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Wanli 46 years.

On New Year's Eve, the hills were drunk red at dusk.

Thousands of families always exchange new peaches for old ones.

The festive sound of firecrackers and the sound of gongs and drums resounded throughout the Daming Imperial Capital, which has gone through hundreds of years of vicissitudes.

Snow, one after another.

The Forbidden City, Qianqiu Pavilion in the Imperial Garden.

Old Wanli was wearing a black gold cloak, and more than 200 catties of fat were covered under it.

Today, it is rare for him to walk out of the Qianqing Palace, stroll around the imperial garden for half an hour, and then rest in the Qianqiu Pavilion.

Although it is called Qianqiu Pavilion, it actually has three floors. The old Wanli is lying on the Dragon Palace on the terrace of the third floor, looking at the beautiful scenery of falling snow in the imperial garden.

"Your Majesty, Elder Fang Ge has presented another memorial today, and I hope His Majesty can fill the cabinet and various departments."

Chang Shengyun, the eunuch accompanying the supervisor of ceremonies, bowed by his side.

"No approval."

Old Wanli glanced at the memorial, without thinking about it.

"The memorial of the elder Fangge..."

"Stay here."

"Your Majesty, Mr. Fang Ge also handed over a memorial to resign from office and return home to His Majesty."

"This…"

"This is the seventh time Fang Ge has resigned."

"No approval."

"Furthermore, in the memorial handed over by the Ministry of War, I hope that His Majesty will transfer the money from the internal treasury to fill part of the military pay on the Nine Sides."

Old Wanli frowned, the most troublesome question was money.

"No approval!"

"Your Majesty, why don't you go to worship your ancestors tomorrow?"

The eunuch Chang never asked at all if he would like to receive worship from the Yuji Fengtian Temple on the first day of the first month of the first lunar month. Mouth.

"No, my ancestors will protect me."

In a word, old Wanli looked up at the sky.

Today's snow scene is really good.

Ok?
Suddenly, in the eyes of old Wanli, a golden thunder like a horned dragon flashed across the night.

Then, there was a bang.

At the same time, there was a strong wind, and the snowflakes were fluttering.

(End of this chapter)