Jingnan Strategy

Chapter 348: More kindness than a loving mother

"Don't squeeze in the back!"

"Stay in the same position. If anyone rubs around again, I'm not done with him!"

"That's right, don't think that we are pussies if we don't bring a handle!"

Wuying Hall, as the center of power of the Ming Dynasty, where the emperor personally handled government affairs, was crowded at this moment, with hundreds of people queuing up, waiting to come forward.

In the hall, Zhu Di sat behind the dragon case with a chair in front of him.

Those waiting in line included soldiers, officials, and eunuchs.

When they lined up in front of Zhu Di, Wang Yan next to him would ask them to sit down, stretch out his hand in front of Zhu Di, and he would personally diagnose the pulses of these eunuchs, officials and soldiers.

"Your Majesty, my slave has a stuffy nose and a runny nose. She is also sneezing, coughing, and has a sore throat."

"Well... you are really evil, I will give you some mulberry and chrysanthemum drinks."

"Ruyan?" Zhu Gaoxu looked at the doctor from Yingtian Hospital who stood up beside him.

"If the cancer cells of breast cancer have not spread, they can live for about five to ten years. Of course, there are also longer ones, but doctors in hospitals in Jilin and other places have only heard about it and have never seen it with their own eyes."

"Is my mother's breast cancer in the early stage, mid-term or late stage?" Zhu Gaoxu took a deep breath and asked, while not forgetting to add: "Is there any other successful cases in the hospital?"

"Another method is the surgical method you once taught us...resection."

Under the guidance of two of the world's top doctors, Zhu Di gradually mastered the tricks.

"Based on the female doctor's symptom report, it should be between the early and middle stages. If there is no intervention, it will probably fester for three years, and finally..."

"Except for my mother, I can't think of anyone who deserves my father's personal training in medicine."

"The barbarians in Jiaozhi are causing trouble. There are men and women. If there are barbarians with breast cancer, they can be treated with surgery to increase the doctor's experience in breast cancer surgery."

The doctor didn't dare to say what happened next, but everyone knew what it meant.

This was the first time that the officials and soldiers of the outer court saw the emperor diagnosing someone's pulse, but even if they had never seen it before, they could feel from Zhu Di that he had put a lot of effort into it.

He admitted that he had been avoiding Queen Xu and avoiding the two meeting alone because he was worried that Queen Xu would realize that he was not the Zhu Gaoxu he once was.

The patient who passed through his hands would step aside and have his or her pulse checked successively by doctors from Tai Hospital and Yingtian Hospital before letting him go.

Zhu Di was just about to say hello to him, but he didn't want Zhu Gaoxu to ask directly: "What's wrong with mother?"

Perhaps because of this, Zhu Di taught himself medical skills because he did not believe that his sister Xu would die of breast cancer.

"The breast rock is mostly caused by depression and anger that damages the liver, and thoughts that damage the spleen, resulting in qi stagnation and phlegm coagulation. Or it may be caused by imbalance of the Chong and Ren meridians, qi stagnation and blood coagulation." The doctor answered respectfully, but after hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't sit still at all. Living.

"Go and do it." Zhu Gaoxu turned around, looked at Zhu Di and ordered the doctor at the same time.

"What a bastard!" Zhu Di yelled when he heard that he was going to operate the knife, and the doctor quickly shut his mouth. Apparently, he had mentioned this method to Zhu Di a long time ago.

As an emperor who mounts his horse to kill the enemy and dismounts to govern the country, it is very difficult for Zhu Di to understand the music of his bosom friend. At this moment, he is transformed into an old Chinese medicine doctor, diagnosing the pulses of these palace officials and slaves without a smile.

The doctor's words made Zhu Gaoxu's heart sink to the bottom. He only knew that Queen Xu died of illness early, but he did not expect that Queen Xu suffered from this disease.

"Five to ten years..." Hearing this sentence, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help but recall the scene where he and Empress Xu exchanged letters in their early years.

In other words, the first place where he diagnosed his pulse was not in the outer court, but in the inner court.

These descriptions are exactly the same as the causes of breast cancer in later generations. Doesn’t that mean breast cancer is breast cancer?

Zhu Gaoxu felt the blood rushing to his brain, but he still held back and asked calmly: "Can it be cured?"

"With conservative treatment, how long can my mother live?"

It's just that after getting along with her for so many years, no matter how much he avoided it, Queen Xu always existed in his life.

While Zhu Di was busy diagnosing his pulse, the sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of surprising singing sounded. Zhu Gaoxu frowned and walked into the Wuying Hall, and came to Zhu Di's dragon case aggressively.

Zhu Gaoxu took a deep breath. He didn't know how many times he took a deep breath when he walked into Wuying Hall.

The doctor also knew that His Highness would ask, so he bowed his head and explained: "The milky rock is high at the top and deep at the bottom. It is like a cave, with many pieces hanging down and cracked like a blind eye. There is green in it, and there are clusters of heads, each with a tongue exposed. The poisonous roots are deep-rooted and perforated, most commonly in the abdomen of men and in the breasts of women...it is also called cancer."

"Carry out traditional treatment first, and expedite the construction of Cochin Hospital in Thang Long City, Annan. You know what to do."

If Zhu Di misdiagnosed, they would bow respectfully, ask Zhu Di to diagnose the pulse again, and tell Zhu Di the difference between the two pulse conditions.

After Zhu Gaoxu finished speaking, Zhu Di was silent for a moment. He didn't know whether this method would be useful, but it was better than no hope.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the doctor continued: "Four hospitals in Jilin, Yingtian, Shenyang, and Liaoyang have treated diseases such as breast cancer, gastric cancer, and eye cancer. Most of them used traditional treatment methods, and only a few of them were for breast cancer." Surgical methods are used in the late stage, but the effect is not obvious, and most patients do not survive one year after surgery."

Cancer, even in its early stages, is a serious outlier for medical conditions at this time.

He looked straight at Zhu Di, who hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "Your mother has breast cancer..."

This was the first time he heard about the disease "cancer". He didn't know the difference between this and cancer in later generations, so he asked nervously: "What is the cause?"

Zhu Gaoxu stared at the doctor. Hearing this, the doctor raised his hands and bowed: "I understand."

Soon, the doctor got up and walked out of Wuying Hall. Zhu Di also looked at Zhu Gaoxu worriedly: "What's the point of asking him to go to Jiaozhi to open a hospital?"

"Your mother? She's okay." Zhu Di replied in surprise. He had to say that he pretended to be very similar, but for Zhu Gaoxu, who knew this history, his acting skills were very poor.

His tone was a little heavy, and everyone around him could hear it, but the doctor replied uneasily: "There are two treatment methods. One is the traditional internal medicine method, taking Shenhuo Kuolou Powder, Ruyan Prescription, or Rhinoceros Huang Pills, or Xihuang Pills and Herutang flavored soup should be taken alternately in the morning and evening.”

She is now not only the mother of her predecessor, but also her mother in this world.

How can a son watch his mother die...

"Your Highness, a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old..."

"Everyone, please step back first."

Wang Yan saw something was wrong with his father and son, and immediately dismissed the officials and eunuchs waiting in the palace for treatment.

But their departure also took away the news that Queen Xu suffered from breast cancer.

Zhu Di and Zhu Gaoxu had no intention of intercepting the news, because they both knew that the news could not be stopped.

After everyone left, Zhu Di sat back down in his seat.

He lowered his head and no longer had the ambition to conquer the Tatars in the north.

"Let's put aside the matter of the Northern Expedition to the Tatars for a while."

After a while, Zhu Di slowly spoke, but the content made Zhu Gaoxu and Wang Yan feel uncomfortable.

Zhu Di's willingness to put aside the Northern Expedition to Tatars is enough to explain the current situation of Queen Xu.

"I'm going to see my mother." Zhu Gaoxu turned to leave, but Zhu Di didn't stop him.

But after he left, the queue inside and outside Wuying Hall formed again.

Even with the double affirmation from the imperial physician and doctors, Zhu Di still did not believe that breast cancer was an incurable disease.

Zhu Gaoxu went to the Qianqing Palace. When he entered the palace, Queen Xu was sitting quietly on a chair in the palace, holding an embroidery needle in her hand, slowly embroidering.

The hall was filled with a faint aroma, but there was still a medicinal smell that was difficult to dissipate.

"Why did you come to my place suddenly?"

Queen Xu raised her head and smiled gently at Zhu Gaoxu, her smile was very kind.

Zhu Gaoxu didn't say anything, walked to the chair next to her and sat down.

At this moment, her fingertips moved quickly between the needles and threads, and the embroidery needle shuttled across the cloth, stitch by stitch, outlining delicate flower patterns.

Her eyes were bright and lively, like a clear spring. She did not look like the cancer patients Zhu Gaoxu had seen in movies and TV series, but the lingering smell of medicine kept reminding Zhu Gaoxu that she was fighting cancer at the moment.

The room was eerily quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the embroidery needle passing through the cloth. Queen Xu was silent, and Zhu Gaoxu didn't know what to say.

He just felt like his heart was being pressed down by something, heavy.

He stared at Queen Xu like this, as if he wanted to engrave every expression of hers in his mind and preserve it forever.

After a while, Queen Xu put down the embroidery needle, raised her head and looked at Zhu Gaoxu, smiled and said, "Why didn't you say a word when you came?"

"Mother..." Zhu Gaoxu wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"Go back and rest, don't worry too much about me."

She smiled kindly and fiddled with the embroidery on her hands: "This embroidery is not bad, I have made several kinds. It should be enough for your two unborn children in the East Palace."

Her words made Zhu Gaoxu feel even more uncomfortable, but he also knew that Queen Xu didn't want to see him sad now, so he forced a smile and said:

"My eldest brother gave me a lecture a few days ago and said that the music class I trained for him was very good. He is living very comfortably now. There are many chefs in Kunming who cook Jianghuai cuisine and Jiangnan cuisine. He can eat a lot of fish and meat every day. Without my father's nagging, even the food tastes much better."

"The eldest brother also said that he asked me to pay my respects to my mother on his behalf, saying that he misses you very much, and the third child also does the same." Zhu Gaoxu said without saying a word, and Queen Xu looked at him with a smile.

After he finished speaking, Empress Xu smiled and said: "What worries you the most is your brothers. I'm not worried about the third child. I'm mainly worried that you won't like the eldest brother, or that your son will grow up in the future. Will he like his uncle?"

"You have to protect him in the future and try not to let him be wronged, but don't indulge him to avoid ruining your reputation."

She seemed to be explaining something. Maybe she also knew that she had an incurable disease.

Although doctors and medical doctors said she could live for five to ten years, she knew her own body well.

"You can rest in peace and recover, I will find a way."

Zhu Gaoxu's nose felt sore. While comforting Queen Xu, he stood up and made preparations to leave.

"If you don't cheer up, my dad will probably be even more depressed."

"Indeed." Empress Xu nodded with a smile, and then watched Zhu Gaoxu leave the Qianqing Palace.

After leaving Qianqing Palace, Zhu Gaoxu returned to Chunhe Palace, but he could not get into the mood to deal with government affairs.

Ministers from the six ministries and six government offices asked to see him one after another, but he put them off because they were not feeling well.

Not only him, but also Zhu Di.

The attitude of the father and son made the officials realize that something was wrong. After they found out the news, they understood the reason and couldn't help but sigh.

Empress Xu, like Empress Ma, was very considerate of the ministers and often advised Zhu Di and Zhu Gaoxu.

The officials may be angry and afraid of Zhu Di and Zhu Gaoxu, but they all admire Empress Xu very much.

Not long after the news spread, Xu Huizu, Xu Yingxu, Xu Zengshou and others entered the palace to see Zhu Di, and led the way to Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Gaoxu did not participate in this process. He just sat in the Chunhe Hall and briefly looked over the memorials that Yi Shiha had dealt with. He lost the energy to deal with it himself.

Although it was a family matter, for him, it was more uncomfortable than the imperial court suffering a defeat and the failure of the New Deal.

Time passed little by little. In the next few months, Zhu Di taught himself medical skills, while Zhu Gaoxu often went to Jiming Temple.

People who once trusted medical officials began to learn medical skills on their own, while people who did not believe in ghosts and gods began to pray to gods and worship Buddha.

The changes in the father and son were noticed by the officials, but no one dared to cause trouble.

The hostility between the father and son is visible to the naked eye. Anyone who dares to offend them at this time may not be as simple as being dismissed.

Because of Queen Xu's illness, the temples in the capital began to become depressed.

In contrast, Sichuan in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River has ushered in a new lease of life.

In May, after more than five months of trekking, students from outside the customs began to enter Sichuan one after another, and Jian Yi, who had been prepared early, prepared some translators with no background for them.

Although Liaodong speaks Mandarin, the promotion of Mandarin in Sichuan has not achieved much success before, and only a few people can speak Mandarin proficiently.

In terms of single language issues, Sichuan's problem is much bigger than Yunnan's. After all, Yunnan is at least dominated by military households from Jianghuai. Although Jianghuai's accent is stronger, students from outside the country can understand it, but not Sichuan.

The Sichuan dialect at this time was not like the Southwest Mandarin of later generations, but a Sichuan dialect with a thicker accent and many Mandarin words from the Song Dynasty.

As 30,000 students entered Sichuan via the Yangtze River, Jialing River, and Minjiang River, Jian Yi, as the chief envoy of Sichuan, also began drastic reforms.

First, corvee labor was launched, and official schools were built in the 15 prefectures, 12 Zhili Prefecture Offices, 22 Chief Secretary Prefectural Offices, and 126 counties.

The people were very active in building the official school. Not long after the government posted the notice, the people spontaneously came to the county government with tools. According to the county government's instructions, they cleared the site, dug the foundation, and under the command of the craftsmen, used Concrete construction took off as an official school.

In July, 700 official schools were built across Sichuan. The county government only paid for the materials to build the official schools.

In early August, 30,000 students from outside the customs gathered in Chengdu Prefecture and began to go to various prefectures and counties under the escort of officers and soldiers.

Some of them served as subordinate staff, and some served as teachers. However, the majority of them served as teachers, reaching more than 16,000 people, and the remaining more than 14,000 people served as subordinate staff.

In September, when winter began in Sichuan, government notices were posted, and the newly arrived subordinate officials began to explain the new policies to the people.

First, all miscellaneous items in Sichuan were abolished, business taxes and land taxes were paid according to one out of ten taxes, and no private fighting was allowed, and no people were allowed to be exploited.

Secondly, official schools in various places will accept student registration starting from September, with priority given to enrolling children over ten and under fifteen years old.

Children who enter school do not need to pay tuition, but they need to pay 40 yuan for books. As for paper, pen and inkstone, each family must prepare it by themselves.

Enrollment requires a household registration book. The whole family needs to report the household registration status and farmland status to the subordinate officials in the county, town and village, and let them measure and inventory it. Finally, the county government issues a household registration book.

Third, those who conceal their farmland, deceive the county government, or change their household levels need to report it in time, re-measure the cultivated land, and redefine the upper, middle, and lower household classes. The deadline is within five years of Yongle. If the report is exceeded after the deadline, it will be verified by the subordinate staff. , confiscated acres of land were evenly distributed to people with household registration books.

Fourth, people who report the concealment of farmland, deceive the county government, or change their household registration without authorization can obtain an additional 30% of the cultivated land of the person being reported.

Fifth, the government is not allowed to recruit people to perform corvee service in other places. All corvées can only be recruited within the same village and region. If the number exceeds the limit, the government will repay wages.

Sixth, for those who resist paying taxes on grain, the grain chief and district chief have the right...

When the contents of the twelve new policies were conveyed to the ears of the people through the explanations of the new subordinates, both the common people and the rich felt that the government was going around the corner to collect more taxes, and very few responded.

However, as the land tax collection began in September, when the subordinate officials arrived in various places, they began to use the official fighting of the court to collect grain, and after they did not have the bad habit of "drench the tip and kick the dendrobium" in the past, some bold people began to take the initiative to ask the subordinate officials to measure Acres, liquidation of accounts.

During this period, the soldiers and horses of the Sichuan Dusi had been following the subordinate officials in the countryside, making many wealthy squires who were biting their teeth afraid to take action.

As time passed by, some rich peasants and small landowners with no background began to actively accept statistics, and the data in the "Yellow Book" and "Fish Scale Atlas" of the Sichuan Chief Envoy began to change.

The Sichuan Chief Envoy Office of Chengdu Prefecture, which was once not too busy, has now become busy with traffic. Corrected "Yellow Album" and "Fish Scale Album" from various government offices have arrived one after another, and the sound of fast horses' hooves has never stopped from early morning to dusk. stop.

It was already the twelfth lunar month, but everyone in the Chief Envoy Si Yamen did not care about rest and worked overtime to change the past "Yellow Book" and "Fish Scale Atlas".

Sitting in front of the case, Jian Yi took the "Yellow Album" and "Fish Scale Album" from Chengdu Mansion and couldn't help but sigh:

"Although I expected that Sichuan's documentation would not match the actual situation, I did not expect that the difference would be that big."

Under the dim candlelight, Jian Yi looked hard at the book in his hand. In the middle hall of his study, there were more than a dozen subordinate officials in their early twenties, wearing silk clothes, sitting.

A subordinate official walked into the study room with the papers that everyone had just sorted out, and happened to see Jian Yi sighing.

After all, he had just graduated and was still a teenager, so the subordinate official said without hesitation: "With such a huge difference, the court should execute all the former subordinate officials and wealthy households."

"Strong words." Jian Yi chuckled. He was well versed in the ways of officialdom and knew that if everyone was beaten to death with a stick, it would only arouse their resistance.

For Ming Dynasty, population was extremely important, and Sichuan was in urgent need of population.

"According to this situation, the current population of Sichuan is probably no less than 2.6 million, or even more."

Jian Yi sorted out the six books on Chengdu Prefecture, Tongchuan Prefecture, and Jiading Prefecture that were already on the table, and calculated the general population situation of Sichuan based on their growth.

However, this situation does not include the Guiyang area that is now under the jurisdiction of Sichuan, so Jian Yi rubbed his eyebrows:

"We can't get involved in Guiyang and surrounding areas. The population in the hands of those big and small chieftains is probably larger than the population of Sichuan. If half of the population can be moved to Sichuan, the situation in Sichuan will be greatly improved."

In Jian Yi's opinion, leaving millions of native people in the mountains is extremely wasteful and unstable.

Many chieftains rebelled because there was insufficient food in the walled city, so they went down to the mountains to plunder.

But if the chieftains can be eliminated and the native people are moved to Sichuan to open up wasteland and cultivate, the living environment of the native people can be improved, and Sichuan's taxes can also be increased. This is a double benefit.

But the main thing standing in the way of killing two birds with one stone is those toasts.

"Why don't you give it to the imperial court and let the imperial court send troops to eradicate the chieftains?"

"As long as the chieftains fall and the imperial court provides food to help the native people open up wasteland in Sichuan, they will support the imperial court in a few years."

When the subordinate official spoke, his idea was very straightforward, that is, the native people were all deceived by the chieftain.

He was a Jurchen from Beishan. If their leader hadn't taken them out of the mountains to seek refuge with Chen Chang in Andong City, they might still be living a life of full meals and hungry meals. One winter would have It will take away the lives of countless loved ones.

"Southwest is no better than Guanwai. Their strength is much stronger than Guanwai."

Jian Yi frowned and explained to his subordinates. He took out a map of Sichuan, pointed to the Guizhou area and said, "There are four major chieftains here, and under the four major chieftains there are dozens or hundreds of chieftains."

"If they are integrated, they can definitely pull out an army of more than ten or two hundred thousand to fight against the imperial court."

"If it really develops to this extent, the imperial court will be dragged to the southwest and unable to escape."

"I heard a few days ago that the imperial court was preparing for the Northern Expedition, and that they will also sail to the West next year. At this juncture, we should not cause trouble to the imperial court. We should first investigate the hidden households and hidden fields in Sichuan, and collect the information of the common people, gentry and wealthy households. The household levels are well divided.”

He persuaded him earnestly, but the subordinate suddenly said: "But what if the imperial court also wants to take action against these four chieftains?"

As soon as he spoke, Jian Yi frowned immediately.

Without waiting for Jian Yi to speak, the subordinate continued: "No matter what, I think there is no harm in your lord being evasive. After all, His Highness dislikes not reporting the truth the most."

"Okay!" After hearing what the subordinate official said, Jian Yi also decided to go up to Shu to test the meaning above.

Soon, he wrote a memorial, clearly describing the situation in Sichuan and the Xuanwei Division in Guiyang. After writing it, he handed it over to his junior staff, who sent it to Nanjing.

(End of this chapter)