The annual financial meeting of the 40th anniversary of the Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty was held as scheduled amidst the overwhelming auspicious snow.

The participants are as follows.

Supervisors of Ceremony: Lu Fang, the eunuch who holds the seal, Chen Hong, the eunuch who holds the pen, Huang Jin, etc.

Southern Party: Chief Assistant of the Cabinet Yan Song, cabinet minister, Minister of Civil Affairs and Minister of Industry Yan Shifan.

Qingliu King Yu's faction: Second Assistant to the Cabinet: Xu Jie, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, a cabinet member; Gao Gong, the minister of the Ministry of Hubu, a cabinet member; Zhang Juzheng, the minister of the Ministry of War.

When the three parties met, invisible smoke filled the air.

Lu Fang looked at the two factions in the court, and her head was pounding.

Without the help of his master Long Live the Lord, the old eunuch who had been fighting in the palace for a lifetime suddenly felt a heavy burden.

First, on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month last year, Zhou Yunyi, the Heavenly Supervisor of the Qin Dynasty, was killed with a stick after he had remonstrated with him. Now, although the auspiciousness has been prayed for by the Long Live Lord, the real problem is the shortage of the national treasury!

Lu Fang put on a smile and kept telling us to "work together in the same boat", but he knew in his heart that the war between Qingliu and the Southern Party had been ignited.

It depends on how far the fight goes.

The location of the national meeting is Yuxi Palace.

It's really big here, but it doesn't look like a "palace".

In the center of the house is not a Xumizuo, but a simple rosewood chair with armrests.

Behind the seat is a huge three-legged covered copper incense burner. The burner cover is hollowed out according to Bagua images. At this time, faint cigarette smoke is constantly flowing out of the hollow.

Like a Taoist palace.

There are four large dolomite furnaces slightly behind the four pillars. In front of each copper furnace, there is actually a puppet-like eunuch standing, with everyone's eyes staring at the furnace.

Because what was burning in the stove was not incense, but inch-long silver charcoal. The red color was tinged with green, and there was no trace of smoke, so the hall was as warm as spring.

Lu Fang led the four eunuchs to stand in a line on the left, Yan Song led several ministers and Gao Gong, and Zhang Juzheng lined up and stood on the right.

The two groups knelt down facing the empty chair in the middle. After three bows, Lu Fang led the four eunuchs to the long desk on the left and stood there. Xu Jie, the second assistant, led the four cabinet members present to the right.

After a long case, the decision was made.

Yan Song, the first assistant, slowly walked to the embroidered pier on the right side of the throne and sat down.

Firstly, Mr. Yan Ge is already eighty years old, and secondly, he is indeed favored.

The Imperial Financial Conference in the 40th year of Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty is waiting for Zhu Houcong to open it.

Everyone held their breath. First, Lu Fang looked at the passage with heavy gauze curtains on the east side of the hall, and then everyone slowly looked at that passage.

To the south of the passage is the outer wall of the Yuxi Palace, with all the windows open. To the north is the Jingshen Jingshe where Emperor Jiajing secluded himself. The door in the middle of the Jingshe is also wide open at this time, and the wind outside the palace sometimes or

Carrying a few snowflakes, they floated through the window and through the door into the monastery.

Emperor Jiajing, who is dormant inside, has just finished his training.

In order to be the groom every night, he forgot all about food and sleep.

But even if he copied the homework according to the gourd's pattern, his martial arts talent compared with Wang Chongyang's is getting better day by day.

After a day and a night of hard work, he just entered the door and developed two or three traces of the internal strength of the innate skills.

After waiting and waiting, there was no movement from inside. Lu Fang's heart skipped a beat and she immediately announced: "Let's discuss the matter!"

Immediately, everyone glanced at Lu Fang, but didn't say much.

Party struggle begins!

It's a pity that Jiajing's rank is too low and there is no barrage interpretation, so it is impossible to deeply understand the essence of the fighting skills of these big guys.

That’s just for laymen to watch.

To summarize the contents of the meeting, it is roughly as follows: Last year, severe droughts in two provinces, floods in three provinces, several major wars in the north and southeast, and a fire in the palace emptied the Ming Dynasty's treasury.

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After checking with the expenditure budget at the beginning of last year, we found that the overspending last year was more than 14 million taels.

Last year, the total tax revenue for the two Beijing and 13 provinces was 45,367,000 taels.

Qingliu, who holds the financial power of the Ministry of Household Affairs, will naturally not pay for national projects strictly approved by the party.

But everyone knows that the main reasons are: excessive spending in the palace and corruption among many officials such as Yan Dang, which caused a huge treasury deficit.

Qingliu used the topic to take advantage of it, hoping to bring down Party Yan.

The smell of gunpowder in the meeting was so natural that it could be said that murderous intent was hidden at every step.

‘Money!’

'I want to make money...'

Jiajing paced in the inner room where the bosses could not see.

If you want to increase Wang Chongyang's faith value, you can only help him raise an army to fight against gold, grain, grass, and armor, which are all silver!

Three thousand shi of grain is just a drop in the bucket.

However, the national finances are already in serious deficit and it is difficult to protect itself. There is no room for him to develop the second world.

While Jiajing was thinking hard, the quarrel outside became more and more intense.

"Don't ramble!"

This was the voice of Yan Shifan, the irritable little pavilion boss. He seemed to slap his palm on the case and shouted: "I see you, there are still some people..."

"This is the backstage behind Zhou Yunyi's slander of the imperial court on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month last year!"

"Why did Zhou Yunyi, an official who oversees the astronomical phenomena, state so clearly the expenses of the imperial court last year when he slandered the imperial court? We were wondering at the time..."

"Now I understand that some of us here told him the details in advance!"

"Who instigated him? Why, dare not admit it!"

As you can see, this is going to kill people!

Gao Gong did not answer, and Zhang Juzheng did not answer.

Everyone else was silent. Even Lu Fang, who could not speak on behalf of the emperor this time, looked towards the passage between the gauze curtains on the east side of the hall.

The hall fell into a deathly silence, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Jiajing was stunned for a moment and determined that it was time for him to appear.

Finally, a sound came from the heavily veiled passage.

In order to show his holiness, Jiajing was fully prepared and used his inner strength to vibrate the sound, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, lingering around the beam for three days.

"Train until your body looks like a crane..."

Immediately, Lu Fang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Long Live the Lord just ended his wandering in the universe and returned from the fairy world!

This battle cannot be fought.

In the second layer of gauze curtains connected by the passage to the main hall, Emperor Jiajing appeared with flowing sleeves.

Everyone immediately knelt down quietly, not shouting "Long Live the Mountain" immediately, waiting for Jiajing to finish reciting the next few lines of the poem.

Jiajing pretended to follow the scene in the TV series, chanting as he walked: "...Thousands of pines under the feet of two scriptures. I came to ask and there is nothing left to say, the clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottles."

After reading, he had already walked to the throne and did not sit down. He just used one hand to hold an armrest on the side of the throne and looked at the people kneeling on the ground indifferently.

Knowing that he had finished reciting, Yan Song took the lead and shouted: "I respectfully wish the emperor——"

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

Everyone kowtows neatly.

Jiajing looked deeply at Yan Song. This eighty-year-old pavilion elder who had done dirty work for him for twenty years was already gray-haired.

But the energy is very good and can be squeezed for a few more years.

"Mr. Yan Ge, Yan Shifan said that Zhou Yunyi, who slandered the imperial court, has a back-up, and the back-up is in your cabinet. Who do you think... is Zhou Yunyi's back-up?"

Yan Song glanced at Jiajing. He knew that the Long Live Lord had manifested himself in the palace yesterday. The sound of poetry recited just now, like dragons and thunder, also deeply shocked him.

After just a glance, Mr. Yan Ge lowered his head: "Back to the emperor, there is no backstage for Zhou Yunyi here."

"Then why can Zhou Yunyi explain so clearly the expenses of the imperial court last year?"

Yan Song hunched his back, his old voice without any emotion: "The imperial court has no selfless accounts. For example, last year, the Baimao River was built in Yingtian, the Wusong River was built, the Xin'an River was built in Zhejiang, and there was a severe drought in Henan and Shaanxi, all of which were approved by the Ming Dynasty.

Silver."

Jiajing sat on an armchair and tapped the rosewood with his fingers: "How does he know the cost of building several palaces in the palace?"

Yan Song still answered very calmly: "This shows that the money used by the Ministry of Industry is clearly accounted for."

No one expected that Yan Song would reply like this when a political crisis was about to happen. Whether they understood or not, many people's nervous faces slowly relaxed. Some people knelt there and began to secretly look at Jiajing's face.<

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Jiajing showed no expression. He knew that he could not do without Yan Song if he wanted to make private money, but the Yan Party still had to crack down hard.

People like Yan Shifan are so greedy.

As for Qingliu, it should be reused.

With the three pillars of Supervisor of Ceremonies, Strict Party and Qingliu, the Ming Dynasty will be stable!

"Get up, get up, let's finish the fight."

Everyone kowtowed again and then stood up.

Only Yan Shifan felt a little disappointed and looked at Yan Song aggrievedly.

"Don't look at your father like this." Jiajing turned his eyes to Yan Shifan with an incomprehensible expression: "You must study hard."

"Yes." Yan Shifan was stunned and quickly lowered his eyes.

Jiajing pondered for a moment, recalled the plot in his mind, and then said: "What I just read was "The Poetry of Asking Questions" by Li Ao of the Tang Dynasty. My favorite is the last sentence, 'Clouds are in the blue sky, water is in the bottle'. You guys

Some of these people are like clouds and some are like water, they just do different things."
Chapter completed!