I'm only seven years old, Lao Zhu, you let me supervise the country?

Chapter 35 I am a person who keeps my promises!

Since the death of the prince Zhu Biao, Zhu Yuanzhang called the ministers to ask about the establishment of the reserve.

Under the seemingly peaceful court hall, there is already an undercurrent surging.

People from all walks of life came on stage one after another.

There is a tendency that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of the building.

Everyone knows that Zhu Yuanzhang is old and sick, and the position of the crown prince cannot be suspended for a long time.

It won't be long before the new crown prince will be determined.

And now is the most critical moment.

……

In the garden of the mansion, Zhu Yunxi was sitting on a swing, swinging gently while eating candy.

Yinger stood aside, occasionally pushing the swing hard.

Feng Dazhuang was not far away, bending down to talk about what was happening in Yingtian Mansion.

This is what Zhu Yunxi told him to do.

The world that is too backward is really boring. You can't even read the news, so you can only send someone to inquire about it.

"If you say that the most popular person in Jinling City right now, you have to count your Highness, the fourth emperor's grandson."

Zhu Yunxuan was having a good time swinging, when he heard this sentence suddenly, more than half of his good mood was ruined.

Feng Dazhuang said with great joy.

"The common people say, Your Royal Highness, you are a poetic talent that has not been seen for hundreds of years. You can write poetry at the age of seven, and you will surely be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Li Du in the future."

"I heard that even the girls in Wanfang Pavilion, a brothel in the city, are reciting poems written by His Royal Highness."

Zhu Yunzhen slowly stopped the swing and said with a melancholy look on his face: "All the people praised me and no one scolded me?"

"This..." Feng Dazhuang was embarrassed and dared not answer.

"Say it, don't try to flatter me with nice words."

"Grandpa Huang said that loyal words are harsh to the ears, and only traitors choose nice things to say and flatter others all day long."

"Da Zhuang, you are not a traitor, are you?"

"Absolutely not." Feng Dazhuang quickly denied it, his voice raised several degrees at once.

Zhu Yunxi laughed and said, "Then tell me, how do the merchants in Jinling City scold me?"

Feng Dazhuang squeezed out a flattering smile and said, "How did His Highness know that some hateful businessmen were spreading rumors to cause trouble and slander Your Highness?"

Since ancient times, cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents.

I proposed to Lao Zhu to levy a business tax, and I would be surprised if the businessmen didn’t scold me to death.

There will always be a majority of short-sighted people in the world.

Just think about the tax for a while.

They fail to see that by doing so, they will actually make their business so much better and more prosperous that it will make them more money.

Zhu Yunxuan stared at him, Feng Dazhuang suddenly felt a chill, his whole body shuddered, he realized that he was talking too much, and quickly said: "Your Majesty, I forgive you for talking too much." (Note: Ming Dynasty eunuch Call yourself a slave instead of a slave in front of the prince.)
Zhu Yunzhen said: "I just want to know what they said about me."

Feng Dazhuang hesitated for a while, before he said: "There are indeed businessmen who gossip, saying that His Royal Highness is ungrateful and unrighteous, Jin Yiwei has taken him down and punished him."

"Besides that, the vast majority of the people in Jinling City are full of praise for His Royal Highness' proposal to increase business taxes."

Zhu Yunzhen was stunned.

Right.

A businessman has a low status, but is very rich, and it is easy to attract jealousy.

Just like the migrant workers of later generations, most of them are happy to see the country impose heavy taxes on capitalists.

The same is naturally true for the people of Ming Dynasty.

Seeing businessmen being heavily taxed by the court, they are too happy, so how can they object?

Those who really opposed it were the powerful ministers in the court, who often instructed their servants to do business and make huge profits from it.

Raising business taxes means collecting money from them, so how can we not strongly oppose it?
But Daming's public opinion control is also very powerful.

Jinyiwei is almost omnipresent, and no matter how dissatisfied they are, they don't dare to show it at all.

In this way, apart from the occasional one or two businessmen who don't have long eyes, isn't there all the people who sing praises?

At least on the surface.

It's hard to say what's going on in private.

This is also because he is a nobleman of Tianhuang. If he did not have this status, the group of people would definitely jump and scold him. Maybe even the eighteen generations of ancestors would greet him together.

But he is Lao Zhu's grandson, so as long as these people don't want to lose their heads, ransack their families and exterminate their clans, they definitely don't dare to scold him casually.

"In the eyes of the common people, Your Highness is really like a fairy turned into a fairy. His poetry is amazing, and he has a heart for governing the country. Some people even discuss in private, saying that it would be great if His Majesty made His Highness the emperor's grandson."

Feng Dazhuang had a bright smile on his face.

Zhu Yunxi trembled all over, and jumped off the swing suddenly.

Ying'er was afraid that he would fall, so she hurriedly said, "Your Highness, be careful!"

He stepped forward and hugged him.

Zhu Yunxi didn't care much, chased Feng Dazhuang and asked: "Is there really someone who spread such words in private?"

Feng Dazhuang bowed his waist and said: "This servant will never dare to lie and deceive His Highness."

Zhu Yunxi frowned suddenly.

Now not only King Yan, but also King Qin and King Jin have all returned to Jinling City, saying that they are here to mourn the funeral of their eldest brother Zhu Biao, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that they are here for Li Chu.

Who wouldn't want the throne of Ninety-five Supreme Beings.

There is a surging undercurrent in Yingtian Mansion.

In history, Lao Zhu quickly established Zhu Yunwen as the emperor's grandson, which may not be without this consideration.

If the position of crown prince remains undecided for a long time, it will affect the political stability of the court.

But Zhu Yunxi really didn't want to get involved.

After all, his goal in life is to be a happy prince, not an emperor who manages everything every day.

But if she gets involved in the battle for the crown prince, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the consequences will not be very good.

After the battle was successful, he became the emperor and governed the world, working tirelessly to read memorials and fight with ministers.

Heartbroken.

If you slack off even a little bit, you will be pointed at by those scholars and scolded as a fool.

After losing the battle, the new king ascended the throne, and his prince Xiaoyao could not succeed.

How could the new king tolerate a prince who had once competed with him for the throne of emperor?

It is considered a good life to be abolished and imprisoned, but it is also common to die from poisoned wine.

No, I must not let anyone think that I intend to compete for the big position.

Zhu Yunxuan looked up at the sky, thought for a moment, and said: "Da Zhuang, go spread the news immediately, and say that I heard that poem from a monk, and it's just picking up people's wisdom. It's not written by myself."

"There is also a way to reduce or exempt commercial taxes, which is also instructed by the monk."

"If you want to say that I'm actually stupid, I don't have any talent at all."

"As for that monk." Zhu Yunxi pondered for a while, then said: "You just say that monk is a demon monk, talking nonsense, causing trouble to the emperor and grandson."

Pressing too hard is not a good thing.

We have to give those businessmen who are being taxed an opportunity to be discouraged and let them scold them as "demon monks."

Feng Dazhuang was stunned for a moment and fell to his knees: "I don't dare, I don't dare!"

Zhu Yunxuan glared and said, "Just do it if I ask you to do it. Why is there so much nonsense?"

"If this thing is done well, there will be a lot of rewards."

"If you can't do it well, I'll tell Grandpa Huang that you bullied me when I was young, beat me and scolded me, made trouble, and let Grandpa Huang beat you to death."

Feng Dazhuang was so frightened that his face was like a paper army, trembling.

If Zhu Yunwen really wanted to say something, regardless of whether it was true or false, Lao Zhu would probably just order him to be beaten to death.

In this era, the life of a young eunuch is really worthless.

"Slave... I obey!" Feng Dazhuang said with a sad face.

Just then, another eunuch came to report.

"At the request of Lord Gu, Yin of Tianfu, to see him."

Zhu Yunxi said: "I've had enough fun today, it's time to study."

"Go back to your lord, just say that I am studying and I am not free today, and ask him to come back another day."

After speaking, he went straight to the study.

He had promised his second brother Zhu Yunqi that next time Mr. Gu came, he would stop playing, so he should keep his promise.

(End of this chapter)