golden scales

Since the crown prince entered the city, Zhou Hou has been anxiously waiting.She couldn't understand why some mothers could calmly face their sons who had been working as officials outside the home or not go home for 30 years to take a look.Anyway, as long as this promising eldest son does not appear in front of her for two or three months, she will feel as if she has lost her soul.

In contrast, the other two younger sons are not very favored, which corresponds to the old folk saying: Tianjia values ​​the eldest son, and the common people love the youngest son.

Finally, Zhou Hou saw her husband and eldest son coming for a walk.Seeing how energetic they were talking as they walked, Zhou Hou felt like a cat scratching an itch in his heart, wishing to rush forward.Facing the emperor, she didn't have to go out of the palace to greet her, but facing her son, she wanted to run up quickly.

"Let me see what your hair looks like." Zhou Hou had already pulled his son up without waiting for Zhu Cihong to finish his salute.He quickly scanned the limbs of his body, found no disability, and went straight to Zhu Cihong's hair.

The ancients regarded Kun punishment as a humiliation, even if the family can't live on and become a monk, it is not a glorious thing.Although Zhu Yuanzhang had been a monk, he didn't want others to talk about it after the incident.

Zhu Cihong didn't think there was anything shameful about short hair. Hearing what his mother said, he took off the black gauze scarf and showed his mother the short hair.

Zhou Hou couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief after seeing it, and said, "It's not too ugly."

"Mother, this length is actually quite good, and it can still be pulled out of a bun." Zhu Cihong said: "Besides, after the crown scarf, you can't see anything from the outside."

"Outsiders can't see it, so you can deceive yourself?" Zhou Hou's phoenix eyes widened, trying to put on a scary look, but failed.

-I don't think it matters...

Zhu Cihong just thought about it in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak out to contradict Zhou Hou.He casually gathered his hair and quickly stuffed it into the black gauze folded wing scarf, the movement was done in one go.It can be seen that this is how it is sent on weekdays.

See you a week later, and my heart is cold: My son is usually so negligent...just like those peddlers...

Seeing his mother looking at him, Zhu Cihong only smiled and said, "Look, mother, you really can't see anything from the outside."

"It's just that you can come up with such a whimsical conjecture! Someone really went crazy with you!" Zhou Hou's voice had a hint of anger.

Zhu Cihong chuckled twice, without making any excuses.

Chongzhen quite understood, and said: "You are afraid that the officers and soldiers will go to the north and kill the shaved people to take credit."

"Father Emperor Mingjian." Zhu Cihong casually put a high hat on it: "However, it is not a matter of pretending to be meritorious. My subordinates do not remember meritorious deeds with heads. I am just afraid that the officers and soldiers will be red-eyed. Ugly, it will inevitably cause innocent people to die in vain."

"What if there are real captives among them?" Chongzhen asked again.

"There are still very few fish that slip through the net." Zhu Cihong guessed that Chongzhen didn't understand what a "neighborhood neighborhood" was.An unrooted Donglu in the hinterland of Daming is as conspicuous as a bonfire at night.Not to mention the identification of the people around, even the accent can't hide it.

"However, in this matter, I feel that it is better to escape a thousand than to kill one person." Zhu Cihong said: "Someone under my command once said: those who have hair are loyal people, and those who have no hair are refugees. I think this ten It’s a really good word.”

Emperors and empresses are people who love the people.But he has a grudge against the common people who don't want to shave their hair and surrender to captives.At this time, after listening to these ten words and tasting them carefully, all the grievances in my heart disappeared immediately.

Although there are loyal and daring people in this world, it should not be used to force all people to be like this.What's more, if the green hills are left, there is no fear of lack of firewood, and there are people and soil. In the future, Shenjing will be restored and these refugees will be rescued.It's still tomorrow.

If everyone is dead, where is Huaxia?

Youfa is loyal to the people.No one is a refugee.

These ten words quickly took root in Chongzhen's heart. After Zhu Cihong left, he specially issued an edict, using the cross to appease the people trapped in captivity.It is much better to choose between loyalty and escape than to choose between Huayi.In fact, people who would rather die than submit will not become refugees because of these ten words; people who originally shaved their hair to survive.Nor will he become a loyal citizen because of this.It's just that even if the head is shaved, the common people will not feel that they have broken with Daming.

Zhu Cihong followed the emperor into the palace and had dinner together.After the meal, it was Huangshan Maofeng who cleared his mouth, which was not bad, which showed that the living standard in the palace was slowly recovering.But Zhou Hou still weaves in the palace.The output is not high, but it is enough for the family's own use.

"Now there are not many people in the palace, so the expenses are saved a lot." Zhou Hou said: "Your aunt gave me 1000 taels of makeup last time to subsidize the expenses of your big wedding."

Zhu Cihong said with a helpless smile: "If you have money, you can do big things, if you don't have money, you can do small things. Could someone laugh at my shabby family? In the future, this will still be a good talk of the emperor's frugal management of the country."

Having said that, but...

"The ancestral regulations are placed there." Chongzhen sighed: "Now that all the people in the palace are dragged to the guard of honor, I am afraid it will not be enough."

"It's not a big problem, just find two ceremonial ministers and cut it down a bit." Zhu Cihong said, "But if I get married, will the kings follow the ceremonies?"

Zhou Hou lightly slapped Zhu Cihong's arm, and scolded with a smile: "People who are about to get married are so shapeless."

——I'm serious!

Zhu Cihong had no choice but to follow along with a smile: "When people get married in their families, relatives must follow the ceremony."

"That's because the common people's marriage is a private matter. The big marriage of the heavenly family is a state affair. How can anyone enter the state affairs with private affection?" After all, Chongzhen had worked hard to study Confucian classics, and he accidentally revealed the smell of an old master.

"Father is right." Zhu Cilang changed the subject and said, "However, in the past two years, I am afraid that the marriage will not be successful. Otherwise, the 1000 taels of silver from the imperial aunt will be invested in the iron factory first, and the dividends will be paid."

Zhou Hou only thought that his son was joking, but also wanted to scold him with laughter, only to hear Zhu Cihong continue: "If the emperor's father and mother think that 1000 taels is too little, what about 10 taels? One million taels? Ten million taels?"

Chongzhen and Zhou Hou were both startled, not understanding that their son was messing around again.

"Father and mother, both said that the Tian family has no private affairs, and the household department always asks for money from internal funds." Zhu Cihong said: "If this is the case, why should we divide the treasury and internal funds? Why do I have to get the money for my wedding from the internal funds?" Going away with money? It can be seen that the affairs of the Tian family are also divided into public and private."

Chongzhen nodded.

A part of the internal money is allocated from the national tax, but it cannot be said that the state supports the emperor's family.Because although the money was nominally for the emperor's private use, it was actually paid for by the capital.

"So it seems that there is a clear distinction between public and private, but in fact there is no distinction between public and private. When you meet such powerful emperors as Wumiao, Shimiao, and Shenmiao, they take the money from the treasury and misuse it. The ministers have nothing to say. When you meet Renmiao, Xuanmiao, The Emperor of Filial Piety Temple is easy to talk, and the ministers are trying their best to dig money from the internal funds. Are the regulations set by the ancestors made for the future generations to play in such a childlike way?" Zhu Cihong said.

Chongzhen frowned in thought.

"That's why I feel that it is best to completely separate the internal funds from the national treasury in the future. The internal funds do not point to the gold flowers and silver, but mainly start from the Huangdian and Huangzhuang."

"How much money can I get?" Zhou Hou had suffered a lot and didn't mind asking such "vulgar" questions.

Zhu Cilang said: "The profit of Haimao should be one million taels a year. If you count other commodities, the annual income of Huangdian alone should be more than 300 million taels."

"So much!" Chongzhen was startled: this is more than one-third of Liao's salary!

"But that will have to wait until the world is settled." Zhu Cihong said: "Now the war is in turmoil, and everything is focused on fighting. There is really no money or food. Please rest assured, the emperor's father and mother, the ministers still have a lot of experience in the way of breeding goods."

When it comes to the way of breeding goods, Chongzhen is indeed full of blind trust in Zhu Cihong.In his opinion, being able to start with 20 taels of silver, weave and train an elite army, recover most of the country, and let the people live on food and clothing... This kind of means is simply Tao Zhu alive.

As for the blood dripping from the original capital accumulation.How could an emperor know?Although some people accused the crown prince of harsh punishments and ransacking the house at every turn, as a father, how many would believe that his son was the kind of bandit who robbed his house?

"The Huangdian also had income in previous years, and that was still in the time of the first emperor." Zhou Hou gave the emperor a blank look: "I heard that there are also two to three hundred thousand taels of interest every year."

At that time, the imperial store was managed by Wei Zhongxian, and the more money he collected, the better his grades would be, which was equivalent to a dividend for the emperor.After Chongzhen ascended the throne.It's nothing more than liquidating the eunuchs, and even refuses to trust the middle officials.The guards and tax supervisors outside were all withdrawn.That's why there is such a disgusting thing about Zhejiang's tea tax of 12 taels of silver.

Therefore, the royal family had no money later, and it had something to do with Chongzhen's desperate death when he was young.

Zhu Cihong laughed softly and said, "Mother, that's Wei Zhongxian's stolen money from selling officials and nobles outside, not real money."

Chongzhen immediately nodded his head to express his agreement.But he didn't speak, and seemed to disdain to know women.

Zhou Hou is more powerful than the emperor, and her son is not blindly attracted to her, which shows that she is good at teaching her children, and she is not partial to relatives.She said: "Since you have the skill of breeding goods, you might as well take care of the imperial shop together."

Zhu Cihong was a little surprised.

Could it be that he has basically controlled the imperial power, and his mother doesn't know?

In just an instant, it was as if a bolt of lightning had struck Zhu Cihong's mind, and the snow brightened immediately.

Zhou Hou seems to be an ordinary sentence, but the implied content is very rich.

together with...

The point is not to talk about Huangdian, but the government, military and civil affairs outside of Huangdian!

Is this beating me for taking too much control, or forcing me to express my opinion?

Zhu Cihong suddenly felt a little confused.

Seeking to usurp the throne is definitely not a good reputation in later generations, and I don't want to do it emotionally, and I don't need to do it in fact.But even if I was asked to return the authority, I couldn't.Not to mention that the Manchu Qing Dynasty has not been seriously injured, even if the territory has been restored to the scale of the Tianqi Dynasty, it will only delay the time for the collapse of the Ming Dynasty.

What's more, I am very safe in the deep palace, and I can still come out to be the emperor in a few decades, but who knows what the situation will be at that time?Will the civilian and military generals cultivated by themselves be purged?Will they be in the same boat?Will the hearts of the people become more exhausted?Will Western civilization embark on the fast track of colonial plunder?

At that time, the day lily was really cold!

"Okay, hehe, I would like to obey Yi's order!" Zhu Cihong half-jokingly said.

"That's not what your mother meant." Emperor Chongzhen suddenly said something faintly, making Zhu Cihong's smile completely condense on his face. (To be continued..)

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