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

The answer to Chapter 23 is correct, but the answer is also wrong (seek to read more!)

imperial clan?

Zhu's fourth son's heart tightened again when he heard this. In fact, he had already started to think about this problem before he entered Yingtian.

That is, after he dominates the world, how should he deal with his clan.

After all, Fan is always to be cut.

"Especially you, listen carefully."

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Laosi who was a little lost in thought.

According to historical records, at the beginning of his ascension to the throne, in order to appease the hearts of the clan and win the support of the kings, Emperor Yong Le forcibly changed the ancestral system and gave the clan's children a higher rank salary.

After doing this, the frontier kings were changed to the interior one by one, and then the military power of the kings was gradually lifted, and the number of guards of the vassal kings was reduced at the same time, which fundamentally changed the military power balance between the central government and the vassals.

Relying on Emperor Yongle's strategic talents, the Yongle dynasty was very successful in cutting down the vassals, but the conflict between the clan and the central government still existed, but gradually changed from a military threat to the regime to a pressure on the central government's finances due to a large increase in salary.

Moreover, Zhu Di made a bad start in dealing with the clan. To put it bluntly, he was spending money to calm things down.

Since Zhu Di, the successors of successive dynasties have continued to reward the clan, and finally there was a nonsense situation that even a province could not provide enough for a prince.

"Yes, Zhu Di would like to listen!"

Zhu Laosi was stunned for a while, his heart was also beating drums.

'Why did the immortal master specially remind me, is there any intention in the words? '

Just when Zhu Laosi was puzzled.

Goo...

Stomach made a sound.

Not only him, it was like a chain reaction, Zhu Biao, Lao Zhu and Xiao Zhusi also had their stomachs growling.

hungry.

This is normal.

Ji Boying glanced at the moon hanging high outside the window, and calculated the time, it should have been eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

In this era where there is basically no other nightlife except playing games with women, unless you are exercising in the Goulan, otherwise you will have fallen asleep at this point.

"One person, one box, pick whatever you want."

With a wave of Ji Boying's hand, the mahjong cakes on the table disappeared, and instead appeared five barrels of instant noodles of unknown brands, each with different flavors.

Of course, avoid the one with sauerkraut on your feet.

"Brother, what is this?"

Lao Zhu took a jar of braised beef noodles with doubts in his eyes, and he was eager to try it.

In Lao Zhu's eyes, everything in Ji Boying's hands is a gift from God.

"Pity the fragrance and cherish the jade."

Ji Boying shouted.

But after a while, Sister Lianxiang and Xiyu walked into the room, and the two daughters changed into other skirts at this time, sister Lianxiang was wearing a white skirt, and younger sister Xiyu was wearing a blue skirt with white edges.

"Owner."

The second daughter saluted respectfully.

"Go and send someone to fetch a pot of boiling water."

"Yes~"

After the second daughter left, the three Zhu Biao brothers also chose their faces.

Zhu Lao Si chose spicy beef noodles, Xiao Zhu Si chose pickled peppers, and A Biao’s pot was designated by Ji Boying for him, stewed chicken noodles with mushrooms, which is more nutritious.

As for himself, what he ate was a bucket of spicy food. A real man must eat spicy food.

Lao Zhu picked a bucket of hot peppers.

Not long after, Lao Zhu, A Biao and the two Zhu Di learned how Ji Boying made the instant noodles and soaked the instant noodles. When the first mouthful of noodles sounded in the pavilion, the eyes of these supreme beings all lit up.

Everyone who has eaten countless delicacies from mountains and seas was shocked by this small bucket of noodles.

After all, no matter how good the culinary skills of this era are, they are no match for the condiment packs processed by the Hex technology of later generations.

"It's really delicious! Immortals eat food, and the world can't ask for it!"

Zhu Biao, as the most cultured among the crowd, couldn't help but sigh with emotion after taking a sip of noodle soup.

Lao Zhu swallowed it even more, sweating profusely. His pepper flavor is still a bit spicy.

As for Ji Boying, after scratching his face, he gracefully wiped off the oil stains on the corners of his mouth, and then looked at Zhu Biao.

"A Biao, let me ask you."

"Please ask the immortal master."

Hearing the sound, Zhu Biao quickly put down the bucket in his hand, his expression slightly nervous, and his father was watching beside him, and he must not be unable to answer. After all, he is different from little Zhu Si. Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Biao has been following Zhu Yuanzhang in handling political affairs.

"What are the core drawbacks of the clan system of nobility?"

When Ji Boying was speaking, he threw a pack of cigarettes and a matchbox to Lao Zhu, and Lao Zhu took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in the corner of his mouth, and stroked it to light the fire.

Xiao Zhu, who was next to him, had sharp eyes and found that the cigarette was different from the cigar just now. Curious, he reached out furtively to grab one.

"Ok?"

Old Zhu glanced at little Zhu Si, and the kid immediately froze. He lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything. He could only watch Lao Zhu put away the whole box.

"The core is human! There are too many people!"

Zhu Biao pondered for a moment, then spoke his answer.

How many people?

Sitting on the right side, Zhu Laosi frowned suspiciously, apparently the Zhun Yongle Emperor of the Jianwen Dynasty hadn't realized the disadvantages brought to the dynasty by the clan title system.

"What Biao'er said is very reasonable. According to what my elder brother Bai Rili said, we will have millions of clan descendants in a few hundred years. These are millions of begging mouths."

Lao Zhu bit the cigarette in his mouth, looking slightly melancholy.

He wanted his descendants to live a prosperous life, but definitely not at the cost of shaking the foundation of Ming Dynasty.

'Millions? ? ? '

The moment Zhu Laosi heard this number, he was taken aback. Millions of clan children, how could they eat up the national treasury? !

He also finally understood why the Immortal Master told him to listen carefully just now, because Mr. Zhu had already decided to do one thing, which was to improve the treatment of the feudal vassals in order to gain the support of the vassals.

And doing so by oneself will inevitably intensify the financial pressure on the imperial court to support the clan.

'The immortal teacher is really a heavenly man, who can predict the future! '

Zhu Laosi looked at Ji Boying's eyes changed, from the original respect to reverence.

After Lao Zhu approved Ah Biao's answer, A Biao's expression clearly showed that he had relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"bingo."

"But, it's also wrong."

Ji Boying took the cigarette from his mouth, threw it into the instant noodle barrel and annihilated it, looking calmly at Zhu Biao.

At this moment, Ah Biao's heart, which had been relaxed just now, suddenly picked up again.

is it wrong?What's wrong?
　Brothers, invest in a wave!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)