I was the emperor in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 118
Yang Shiqi was very moved in his heart when the emperor responded to the new judicial yamen without much questioning. As a courtier, he was really lucky to meet such a wise king who listened to advice.

"Your Majesty, the old minister should talk to His Majesty about the idea of ​​establishing a new Yamen."

"No need."

Casting Yang Shiqi a firm look, Li Tian smiled slightly: "I don't worry about you, Shiqi."

Li Tian's simple words really moved Yang Shiqi enough, biting the tears of excitement from the corners of his eyes, Yang Shiqi bowed deeply:
"Your Majesty, please rest assured, the old minister will definitely handle this matter with his own hands."

Being responsible and organizing are two different things, and the latter is obviously more labor-intensive than the former.Seeing that Yang Shiqi meant to do it himself, Li Tian smiled and nodded, and said slowly:

"Take care of your body. Don't forget what I told you when I set up the Siwei Bureau. There is still a long way to go for reform and reform. I don't want any of you to fall down halfway."

When Li Tian said such heartfelt words, the four of them, Yang Shiqi, had tears in their eyes, and there seemed to be thousands of things to say in their hearts, but when they came out, there was only the heavy word "Your Majesty".

"Okay, wipe away your tears. The establishment of the new Judicial Office is just a last resort. The most important thing is how to deal with Mingjiao head-on."

"The minister lost his composure."

After wiping away the tears and calming down, the topic returned to Mingjiao again.

This time, the four of Yang Shiqi's speeches were much bolder, after all, the emperor had already given him a peach, so how could they not reciprocate with Qiongyao.

Ren Jin, who had been silent for a long time, had erratic eyes, and after several considerations in her heart, she made up her mind at once, stood up with her hands together and said:
"Your Majesty, I propose that the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Rituals should come forward to secretly contact the artists in the city, and weave stories, ditties, and ballads about Mingjiao's attack and killing of the common people.

Scattered in various provinces, prefectures and counties, so that people all over the world can see the face of Qingming sect. "

After Ren Jin finished speaking, Yang Shiqi and the three couldn't help but gasp.

The Ministry of Household Management is in charge of the artist's household registration, and the Ministry of Rites is in charge of the county schools and colleges in various places. If such a set of ruthless methods continues, Mingjiao will never dare to swagger in the market even if everyone does not call for it.

Li Tian was also a little surprised when he heard the words. Ren Jin was the youngest and the least experienced among the elders in the pavilion.

But it's a good thing to dare to say, and nodded affirmatively, Li Tian turned to ponder and said:

"Zong Yu is a good means. But doing things like this will damage the majesty of the court, and it will easily offend people. How about this, I let Jin Yiwei secretly organize this matter."

"Your Majesty is wise."

Ren Jin made a good start, and the second assistant Yang Rong couldn't sit still any longer, stood up and cupped his hands and said:

"Your Majesty, the old minister has a plan. The imperial court can issue documents to the state governments all over the country, and all the people who report important members of Mingjiao will be exempted from corvee and rewarded with money."

If Li Tian hadn't confirmed that these people were all natives of the Ming Dynasty, he might really suspect that these people also came from 400 years later.

Guide public opinion, public opinion tactics, mobilize the people, and encourage reporting.

This group of University Scholars are really more ruthless than the other. If these two tricks continue, Mingjiao will not be finished, and within three or two years, it will not be able to grow stronger.

"Zong Yu and Zirong really deserve to be the pillars of my Ming Dynasty." After complimenting the two, Li Tian looked at Yang Shiqi:
"Shiqi, do you have anything to add to what Zirong said?"

"The old minister has nothing to add."

"Okay." Li Tian waved his big hand, and immediately said: "The cabinet will draft the documents tomorrow, and I am waiting for the day when Mingjiao falls apart."

"The old minister obeys the order."

The affected people have been resettled, and there are countermeasures against Mingjiao.Putting this matter aside for the time being, Li Tian simply began to discuss changing Zhu Di's posthumous title with the presence of the four of them.

The emperor's posthumous title is very particular, each character has its specific meaning, and which character comes first and which character comes after is also very structured.

Naturally, Li Tian didn't understand these things, he was just opening the door to express his attitude, and it was Yang Shiqi and the other four who really discussed and discussed.

Listening to Yang Shiqi's four people talking about Chunren for a while, and Shengwu for a while, Li Tian only felt his head was confused, so he found an excuse and slipped out of the imperial study.

Zheng He was appointed by Li Tian as the director of the temporary yamen to coordinate the resettlement of the people, so at this moment only Jiang Bao and Wang Fu, who returned from the decree, followed Li Tian.

Walking on the royal road paved with blue stones with his hands behind his back, smelling the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafting from the partition wall, Li Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling his restless mood gradually calm down.

"Wang Fu."

"Hey, Your Majesty, the old slave is here."

After two or three quick steps to keep up with Li Tian, ​​Wang Fu responded cautiously.

Slowing down, and glancing at Wang Fu's shrinking eggs, Li Tian shook his head dumbfounded, and asked instead:
"How is the bank doing?"

Hearing this, Wang Fu carefully looked at Li Tian's expression. Seeing that Li Tian seemed to be in a better mood, his tense face was slightly relaxed, and he squeezed out a smile:

"Thanks to His Majesty, the old slave's affairs with the bank went smoothly, this morning, the old slave has already finalized three shops.

There are two in Nanjuxianfang, Haiyun Street, and one in Huanghuafang, Baoyuan Street. "

Although there is no distinction between 28 squares in the inner city of the capital, there is still a saying in the workshop that the east is rich and the west is noble.

Hearing that Wang Fu had finalized three shops in Dongcheng in one morning, Li Tian nodded slightly, and patted Wang Fu on the shoulder with satisfaction:

"Good job. Try to secure the remaining three shops in the afternoon. If you need to withdraw how much money you need, you can directly contact Jiang Bao."

Wang Fu was flattered and straightened up slightly, making Li Tian feel more comfortable in the photo. An old chrysanthemum finally bloomed on his face and said:

"Your Majesty, Huanghuafang is next to Chaoyangmen, and Nanjuxianfang is next to Dongzhimen. Most of the merchants from other places stay in the two places when they enter the city, and the land prices of these two places are exorbitantly high.

Previously, His Majesty said that he wanted to set up a general number. After thinking about it, the old Nu thought that Nanjuxianfang, which has the most government and businessmen, would be suitable, so this morning, he booked five shops in Nanjuxianfang Haiyun Street in a row with a price of 10 taels. "

"How many shops?" Li Tian asked with raised brows.

"Your Majesty Wujianpuzi, the north and south are transparent, the sky is very bright, and it is only two thousand steps away from Huitong Bank."

Seeing how fortunate Wang Fu said, he wished he could write the words "quick praise me" on his face, Li Tian couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and kicked Wang Fu's ass:
"My Royal Bank's head office will buy me five shops. Is your head itchy on your neck and you want to change places?"

Wang Fu's face froze, and his smile disappeared. He didn't expect the emperor to think that there were too few five shops. He lowered his head and stared at his crotch, a little aggrieved:

"Your Majesty, the total number of Huitong Bank is only four shops."

"Bullshit, what is he, and he deserves to be compared with my bank?"

(End of this chapter)