"Listen carefully to us!"

Lao Zhu noticed that Lao Wanli was obviously distracted and scolded him sharply.

In fact, it’s no wonder that Lao Wanli had foot disease, diabetes, three highs and dysentery, all of which were basic diseases.

I had just received more than a dozen slaps from three Zhu Di and a kick from Lao Zhu. In addition, it was the night of Wanli time and space, so sleepiness hit me, and my mental strength was indeed easily dispersed.

"Hold him up."

Ji Boying looked at Lao Wanli, who had tried several times to stand up, but was unable to stand up because he was too fat and had foot problems. He was in a somewhat miserable state.

Zhang Juzheng looked at Old Wanli like this and sighed in his heart. He stepped forward and wanted to help Old Wanli, but found that he couldn't help him at all.

Finally, with a blush on his face, he forced himself to exert all the energy he exerted when he was constipated, and then managed to lift up the holy king he had been waiting for.

Panting heavily at this moment, handsome guy Zhang suddenly understood the difference between the words "lighthouse and nightmare".

If Zhu Yijun turned out to be like this under his meticulous guidance, then it would really be better not to teach him and let Zhu Yijun become an ordinary and mediocre person, or at least a normal person.

"One."

Ji Boying's voice resumes.

After getting up, Old Wanli took a deep breath. He didn't dare to lose his mind again this time. After all, if he lost his mind again, it would probably not be a scolding, but another kick from Grandpa Taizu.

Concentrate your mind and look at the immortal master in front of you.

"The government issued an order to inspect the tax inspectors you sent to various places to collect mining taxes."

"One by one, these eunuchs will be imprisoned, and their homes and cashiers will be ransacked. Those who commit crimes will be dealt with severely in accordance with the law."

Although the taxation of mines was prohibited by decree in the 33rd year of Wanli, it was only superficial. The tax supervisors in various places were still tyrannical and collected taxes as usual. It was not until Zhu Changluo ascended the throne that he was deposed in a real sense.

Regarding the matter of Wanli Tax Supervision, Secretary Shi knew very well that through the tax mine, Old Wanli got himself tens of millions of taels of silver.

But in fact, these eunuchs who went to various places to engage in tax mining extracted at least 30 million taels of silver from the people, and even more people's fat and money. Most of these mining taxes were collected into their personal pockets.

Each and every one of them is working as a rich man in various places, and their life is more elegant than that of the emperor.

As long as we kill all these tax inspector fat pigs, we can get at least one to twenty million taels of silver, and the silver needed for the Battle of Saarhu will naturally be obtained.

Why did they go to collect the three types of wages (Liao wages, suppression wages and training wages), which made the people of the world miserable and directly precipitated the great uprising in advance?

When Lao Wanli heard that his tax supervisor was going to be cut off, his heart was bleeding. In his opinion, this was tantamount to cutting off his own way of making money.

As the saying goes, killing someone's wealth is like killing their parents.

But Lao Wanli knew better the meaning of another saying, 'When people are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads'.

"Brother, did you hear what you said?!"

Seeing the reluctance on Lao Wanli's face, Lao Zhu shouted again.

At this moment, Lao Wanli quickly saluted and nodded.

"In compliance with the Immortal Master's decree, I will issue an order tomorrow to recall the tax supervisors from all over the world, and I will never open mines again in the future."

Ji Boying glanced at Old Wanli and continued to speak.

"Two."

"From now on, we will recruit more officials from various departments and restore the normal operation of state institutions."

"In addition, the compound leaves should be raised toward the top as the first assistant."

In the Wanli Dynasty, after the death of Zhang Juzheng, there were not many famous officials who could be counted. Ye Xianggao can be counted as one.

Ye Shoufu, who once wrote seventy-five petitions to resign to Wanli, finally became so angry that he submitted another sixty-two petitions to resign before he was allowed to return home, setting a record for the number of resignation letters in history.

, and also has a nickname: 'Toilet Boy'.

Because he was born in the toilet when Ye's mother was fleeing.

However, Ye Xianggao did not object to this nickname. Instead, he regarded it as a treasure in his life, and even wrote an article based on his nickname to commemorate his biological mother who passed away.

During the Wanli period, he served as an "independent prime minister" for seven years. The independent prime ministers in other dynasties represented the monopolization of power, but the independent prime minister in the Wanli period was simply to kill a worker after catching him.

Because he was hailed as a famous minister by later generations, some people even included him among the top ten chief ministers of the Ming Dynasty.

The core point is that Ye Xianggao did not give up even in the face of an emperor like Wanli who was completely ruined. Instead, he worked diligently and tried his best to maintain the normal operation of the empire without getting approval from the memorial.
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Otherwise, I would not have persevered in completing the seventy-five memorials.

Furthermore, Ye Xianggao acted decisively and was good at making decisions on important matters. This is clearly remembered in the history books.

And he has been upright and upright throughout his life. Although Ye Xianggao was born in Donglin, he never engaged in party disputes. When he was the chief minister, what he did was not to attack dissident parties, but to try his best to balance the various factions and stabilize the court structure.

In fact, Ji Boying has another option, which is to resurrect Zhang Juzheng from Wanli Time and Space, pull him out of the grave and work for another ten years.

But after all, Lao Wanli ransacked Zhang Juzheng's home, ruined all his reputation, and almost whipped his body.

If Zhang Juzheng is pulled out and the two of them meet without looking up, it will probably be difficult for them to get along, and they might even get into a fight.

Moreover, the situation of Zhang Juzheng in Wanli time and space is different from that of Zhang Cong in Jiajing time and space. Zhang Juzheng in Wanli time and space has been dead for a long time. For more than thirty years, the court officials have changed one after another.

It would be more convenient for the current Wanli Dynasty to be rectified by Ye Xianggao, the former independent prime minister with great influence.

"Three."

"Inspect all the land under the name of King Fu Zhu Changxun and distribute it to the people."

"I have issued a decree to King Fu, urging him to donate all the silver in his palace and return it to Taicang for use in state affairs."

Kill a bunch of fat pigs from the tax inspectors, and then copy King Fu. The treasury will be filled instantly. Let alone fighting a battle of Salhu, even the decades of military pay owed by Jiubian can be paid off at once.<

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Hearing this, Lao Wanli's expression changed.

It’s okay to hit local tyrants, but why did you hit my precious son? This is my most beloved little boy! How can you divide my little boy’s land!

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Lao Wanli gritted his teeth, but subconsciously shook his head crazily.

"I have always been a reasonable person."

"I just said it, just to persuade."

Ji Boying finished his words and pointed his finger.

Swish.

Next to Old Wanli, a man who was not inferior to Wanli in terms of body shape, or even more fat, appeared. At this moment, he was holding a roasted deer leg in his hands and was enjoying the pleasure of feasting with his eyes closed.

After swallowing a mouthful of venison, I opened my eyes and was startled.

Because more than twenty pairs of fierce eyes were staring at him.

"He is the King of Fortune."

"The land of a province is not enough to support its king, so it has been a vassal for decades, annexing countless fertile fields of the people, and plundering countless people's fat and anointed people."

Ji Boying's voice sounded faintly.

Then, before Zhu Changxun, the King of Fortune, could react to what was going on, he was surrounded by more than a dozen strangers.

"You, you, who are you?"

"What are you going to do?! Do you know who this king is?!"

Zhu Changxun looked at the people surrounding him in horror, and subconsciously used the deer legs in his hands as weapons.

Holding the handle of the leg with both hands, he waved it with difficulty, but his eyes saw a familiar figure through the gap in the crowd.

Oh! It turns out to be my dear father, His Majesty!

"Father!"

"Father, save me!"

Zhu Changxun's fat face just showed joy.

Poof.

As the second-in-command, Old Zhu Di kicked King Fu in the stomach. King Fu was unable to move as a result of the kick, while Old Zhu Di was thrown to the ground by the rebound. He was not embarrassed in front of his children and grandchildren.

This King Fu's belly is too big, and he has a strong abdominal muscle, which is backfired by his strength.

"Kill him!"

Old Zhu Di, who was helped up by Fatty Yongle, shouted angrily that he had never been so embarrassed after so many years of living.

Instantly.

Yanfanerlang went into battle, surrounded King Fu, who weighed more than 300 kilograms, and punched and kicked him wildly.

At first, Zhu Changxun's screams like a pig's howl could still be heard, but gradually the sound disappeared. Old Wanli looked anxious and couldn't help but rub his hands, with the word "distressed" written in his eyes.
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From time to time, he would whisper ‘be gentle’ and ‘be gentle’.
To be continued...