Although Zhu Yunxi's residence is nominally in the East Palace, it has now been moved to the side hall of Fengtian Palace. It is separated from Zhu Yuanzhang's bedroom by a wall. This shows the emperor's cultivation and love for King Wu.
There were piles of memorials on the imperial case. Zhu Yuanzhang read them carefully by candlelight, sometimes frowning, sometimes sighing, sometimes gritting his teeth, sometimes smiling. Being an emperor has never been an easy job.
Five steps away from the emperor, Zhu Yunxi sat on the desk and carefully reviewed his homework. After the court meeting was over, Fang Xiaoru immediately sent over the scripture lectures he had pulled down these days, and repeatedly told Zhu Yunxi to study hard.
At this moment, what Zhu Yunxi was reading by hand were the lessons written by Fang Xiaoru in neat lowercase letters. The obscure parts were marked in detail.
Most of the coursework was Confucius' Confucian theory, which was not too difficult for Zhu Yunxi, who had attended a Chinese studies class in his previous life. However, these coursework only included the thoughts of Confucius and not the ideas of Mencius.
Regarding Mencius, kings throughout the dynasties had very subtle feelings, and they had to express their hatred with their hearts. Because in the eyes of the rulers, there were many things in Mencius's thoughts that were without a king or a father.
Zhu Yuanzhang never concealed his disgust for Mencius, and directly removed Mencius from the past teachers. He also said privately that if this old man were still alive today, I would definitely kill him with a knife.
In addition to Confucian lectures, there are also the more difficult-to-understand Zizhi Tongjian, which integrates the intrigues, intrigues, and power tactics of past dynasties, as well as various history textbooks.
Take history as a mirror. Reading history can tell you about the rise and fall, and you can see the future.
The rest is easy to say, but it is a little difficult for Zhu Yunxi to read these historical books. The ancients cherished words like gold, and one word in a book often had many different meanings.
He was biting the tip of his pen and working hard on his homework when he suddenly noticed that the light in front of him dimmed. At some point, Zhu Yuanzhang had walked in front of him and looked at him with a smile.
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"Grandpa Huang!"
"The brighter the fire, the better to see clearly. Don't get so close to the book, be careful not to damage your eyes." Zhu Yuanzhang picked up the copper bar on the table and removed the remaining impurities from the thick candle. The candle suddenly became bright.
Then, he said thoughtfully, "A country is like this candle. If you want it to be bright, you must get rid of the excess waste."
Then he waved his hand and said, "Come and move a stool to Grandpa's side and help Grandpa read the memorial!"
Zhu Yuanzhang liked peace and dislike noisy, so when Zhu Yunxi was around, there were no palace attendants around him, so Zhu Yunxi took half of the round stool and sat beside Zhu Yuanzhang's dragon chair.
For some reason, it was the first time that he was so close to the chair that represented the imperial power of the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Yunxi's heart was beating hard.
A stack of blue memorials that were different from ordinary memorials was placed in front of Zhu Yunxi. Zhu Yuanzhang said, "Look at this." After that, he said to the corner, "Are you blind? Hurry up and bring honey water to King Wu!"
The eunuch in the corner went down silently, and when he came back, he had a bowl of warm water mixed with honey on the tray in his hand.
"It took you a long time to learn!" Zhu Yuanzhang took it with his own hands, put it down and said with a smile, "you young man can't drink too much tea, drink some honey water!"
Zhu Yunxi was deeply moved. At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang looked very much like his grandfather in later generations, the kind old man who was afraid that his grandson would get bad eyesight by reading and studying.
Little did he know that his grandson was pretending to read a book, but there were comics and novels hidden under the textbook.
"Grandpa Huang, your grandson is now an adult!" Zhu Yunxi said softly.
"How old you are, in our hearts, you are still a child!" Zhu Yuanzhang smiled, "Let's see!"
This is the most common saying among old people in the world.
Zhu Yunxi nodded and opened the memorial, but the first sight made him tremble with fear.
"Your Majesty, Zhao Guang, commander of the Jinyi Guards in Wuchang, reports that there are many lawbreakers in the palace of Chu. The king loves beauties, and his palace officials go to Yangzhou and other places in the south of the Yangtze River to buy Yangzhou thin horses. The palace plays and sings every night..."
This is not a memorial from a minister, but a memorial from Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes and ears, who monitor the world's Jin Yiwei. And this first memorial is from Jin Yiwei reporting to the emperor to the local vassal king.
"Keep reading, don't be distracted!" Zhu Yuanzhang took a sip of tea, picked up a memorial, and said while reading.
"The palace is extravagant and extravagant. The King of Chu spends tens of thousands of taels of silver every month on beauties. In addition, the King of Chu keeps captive actors and musicians..."
After reading this, Zhu Yunxi swallowed his saliva, the King of Chu was going to be in bad luck.
The King of Chu is the son of Zhu Yuanzhang, and his fiefdom is in Wuchang, the strategic location between the north and the south.
Wuchang is not only a transportation hub and a military town, but also a place with developed and prosperous commerce. Being sealed there shows that Zhu Yuanzhang attaches great importance to his son. But this son is confused. He has violated Zhu Yuanzhang's most taboo thing, which is luxury.
At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang's voice sounded faintly, "When your uncle was young, he followed the army in the north and south, and made a lot of achievements. But as he got older, he lived longer and longer, and began to stop doing his job." As he said that, he turned around to look.
Written by Zhu Yunxi, "Dasun, what do you think we should do?"
This is a test of oneself, and it is a test involving the flesh and blood relatives of the Zhu family.
Zhu Yunxi thought quickly and spoke slowly, "If I let my grandson handle it, my grandson would just raise it high and put it down gently so that my uncle knows he is wrong and that he is afraid."
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Yunxi for a while, then smiled and said, "That's very good!"
Zhu Yunxi breathed a sigh of relief. Just now Zhu Yuanzhang said, what should we do with the great grandson? The implicit line should be, what should we do with the great grandson if he is the emperor?
For the emperor, a vassal king who eats, drinks and enjoys himself is definitely better than a vassal king who secretly accumulates strength, recruits troops, befriends ministers and has a disobedient heart. But at the same time, in terms of family tradition, the extravagant enjoyment of the King of Chu is not advisable.
In this regard, raising it high will let him know that he is afraid and that he is wrong. Then put it down gently. A slight punishment but not too much punishment will definitely make the feudal king grateful.
This test passed, and Zhu Yuanzhang got a satisfactory answer. But what he didn't know was that Zhu Yunxi said this just to cater to him.
If Zhu Yunxu really became the emperor, he would probably cut down the vassalage just like Zhu Yunqi did in history.
It was right to cut down the vassals, but what was wrong was that Zhu Yunwen was too useless. Not to mention that the various vassal kings in the Ming Dynasty now support their own troops and are no different from the emperor in their own fiefdoms.
A hundred years later, the huge number of Zhu family descendants born from the proliferation of vassal kings will also become the country's most serious financial burden.
For nearly three hundred years, vassal kings have always been the most troublesome problem for the central government's finances. The most fertile land and the most wealth in the world are concentrated in the hands of these vassal kings, resulting in the country not even being able to come up with money for national defense expenditures.
However, there are differences between Zhu Yunxi's reduction of vassals and Zhu Yunwen's. Zhu Yunxi wanted to imprison all his uncles. But Zhu Yunxi had a vision beyond the times. The world was full of unclaimed land, and the Ming Dynasty's military was at its peak.
Let them go out to rob, let them go out to fight, as long as they don't cause harm to the land of China.
After reading this memorial, I picked up another one, and the content on it was even more shocking.
"Your Majesty, the commander of the Luoyang Jinyi Guards reported that Qian Shouyi, the prefect of Luoyang, secretly colluded with the grain merchants to resell the granary and store 30,000 dan of grain. All the silver gained was hidden in his wife's brother's house. The wife's brother is the most greedy when it comes to money. The family's mansion is full of servants, and the countryside is full of people.
Taking advantage of countless fertile fields..."
"Tell me what to do!" Zhu Yuanzhang's voice sounded again.
Zhu Yunxi was indignant. The 30,000 shi of grain was nearly 400,000 jins. The grain stored by the imperial court in Luoyang was to prepare for the successive floods in Henan and to provide relief to the victims. These officials were so evil-hearted that they even dared to sell the people's life-saving grains for money.
"Kill!" Zhu Yunxi spat out a word between his teeth, "The three departments of Dali Temple, the Supervisory Office, and the Ministry of Punishment will interrogate. Such a big case, it is difficult for the Luoyang prefecture to handle it alone. Sun Er thought that there would be a group of officials from all over the Luoyang Prefecture.
It’s all rotten!”
"The trial of the three departments involves who arrests whom and who kills whom. Whether it is an official or a black-hearted businessman, it is clear and upright to tell the world, to recover the sold grain reserves of the imperial court and to uphold the national law."
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said, "No more?"
Zhu Yunxi thought about it, "Grandpa Huang, is this inappropriate?"
"It's appropriate, but it's too light!" Zhu Yuanzhang put down the memorial in his hand and sneered, "It's too easy to kill these corrupt officials. All the officials involved in this case confiscated their property, and their wives and daughters were made slaves of the Jiaofangsi.
The government policy has been recorded in the record, and descendants of the family are not allowed to take part in the imperial examinations, engage in farming, or work for generations to come."
As he said that, Zhu Yuanzhang's expression was slightly ferocious, "Aren't they greedy? Let's send the descendants of corrupt officials to the tenth level of hell, where they will never be reincarnated. They will engage in despicable business for generations, and they will not even be considered human beings!"
In the Ming Dynasty, there were emperors, officials, common people, and the lowest level, the untouchables.
These people are the most despised and looked down upon by others, and they are also the group with the least hope of ever being able to turn around.
No one cares about their life or death. For example, in a lawsuit, if ordinary people sue businessmen, the local officials will protect the people.
But these untouchables, no matter what grievances they suffered, could not even enter the yamen. Moreover, if their wives and daughters were hired into the Jiaofangsi, then the Jiaofangsi would be an official prostitute.
"Do you think we dealt with it harshly?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked with a smile when he saw that Zhu Yunxi was a little dazed.
"My grandson doesn't dare!"
"You child is still too kind-hearted and has never experienced the dangers of the world!" Zhu Yuanzhang said, "If you have seen the people starving to death with no way to ask for help, you will understand that our treatment is still too light." As he said,
Sighing, "Your great-grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-uncle all starve to death too."
Then, he tapped the table with a finger and said seriously, "Dasun, remember, when you are an emperor, you have to make decisions for the people of the world. When you are an emperor, you must be ruthless!"
"Grandson, remember this!" Although he might not agree with it in his heart, Zhu Yunxi could understand it.
We really can't relax in the administration of officials. Zhu Yuanzhang hates corrupt officials so much that even in the reign of emperors, there are people who dare to commit corruption regardless of people's livelihood. If it were a more merciful monarch, I don't know how unbridled those officials would be.
The late Ming Dynasty is an example. The richest man in the cabinet of the Ming Dynasty was a rich man. It was common for lower-level officials to use their privileges to collude with businessmen.
Without them, they would not care about corruption. Even when Nurhachi rose up in Liaodong, the military pay, money and food provided by the imperial court to the border troops dared to be misappropriated, euphemistically called it wasted and lost.
The military pay of ten thousand taels of silver went to the border officers and soldiers with only three thousand taels, and the ten thousand kilograms of grain arrived at the border and only three thousand kilograms, and they were all low-quality grains mixed with sediment.
It’s amazing to be able to win the battle!
"Tomorrow morning, you will meet with the commander of the Jin Yiwei, Jiang Wei, and personally supervise the case." Zhu Yuanzhang patted Zhu Yunxi, "Killing is your grandfather's intention. You should learn the key!"
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