"Is it a shameless move to trade with Japan?" Zheng Haizhu asked Fan Hong sharply, "Since Emperor Yongle, our Ming Dynasty has been trading with Japan, and we have obtained countless sulfur and copper pieces from Japan every year. By the time of Emperor Jiajing, we also received
I exchanged the tea, wine and silk cloth from my court for a million taels of silver from Japan. Do you, the official who oversees government affairs, dare to go to the Ancestral Temple and say the exact words you said to me?"
Fan Hong sneered, and the look on his face became more serious: "Ms. Zheng, do you think that the six yamen were the marketplace where you used to make a living? Do you think that we, the imperial officials, are not as knowledgeable as you, a businesswoman? Don't even think about confusing us.
Audio-visual! Let me ask you, before Jiajing, when did the Ming Dynasty conduct trade with the Japanese countries? Let me teach you, that is not called trading, that is called asking the Japanese to pay tribute. It is the kindness of our great dynasty to the small barbarian countries overseas.
Reward. Without the help of our Ming Dynasty, their ship would never have landed. But the barbarians from the island country, out of ignorance, actually competed for tribute in Ningbo and slaughtered my people in the Ming Dynasty. These Japanese pirates are worse than animals, and you still want to fight with them.
Doing business?"
When Fan Hong said this, he glanced around and spotted a very old blue-robed official from the Ministry of War. He bowed his hands in greeting, narrowed his eyes, raised his cheekbones, and said to the man: "I heard that Zhang, who was transferred to the south by your ministry last year,
Minister, do you still have some friendship with this woman?"
The old officer of the Ministry of War was originally squeezing over to watch the excitement, but suddenly he was brought out for questioning by this young man who was as imposing as the singing hall. He was surprised that this man was not his fellow countryman, and was assigned to the Ministry of Civil Affairs.
, how come you recognized yourself as a member of the Ministry of War just after sneaking into Ming Dynasty’s officialdom?
The white-haired officer was not sure what Fan Hong was doing with the military department, but he had no ill feelings towards Zheng Haizhu, because this woman who raised soldiers in Chongming was the least demanding person to pay.
He could only look a little dazed, and said softly: "Ah, this, that, Mrs. Zheng, I also know that beating the Tatars and beating the red hair is a meritorious service. Mrs. Anyuan's order is the red hair."
In the year when they withdrew from Penghu, the imperial court gave..."
"That's right!" Fan Hong interrupted the white-haired officer of the Ministry of War and said loudly, "Dear superiors, distinguished elders, in the same year, since the Zheng family claimed to know the military, they would not be ignorant of the Wanli Korean War. We, the Ministry of War of the Ming Dynasty,
How many soldiers were dispatched to the war, and how many of them were killed by the Japanese pirates' swords. What's even more strange is that she was so interested in bragging about beating red hair, how could she be as close to the Japanese as if she wanted to be partners on the trade route? "
As soon as Fan Hong finished speaking, several "blue robes" and "green robes" behind him began to curse angrily, as if they were answering the call.
"This is unbearable! Madam Zheng, if your family was slaughtered by Japanese soldiers, would you still instigate the emperor to do business with those beasts?"
"Humph, I think she can still do it. There is no businessman or traitor. In their eyes, there is no justice for the family and the country!"
"That's right, she beat Hongmao and pulled the Japanese. Could it be that she had already had a secret liaison with some noble and wealthy businessman from the Japanese country?"
"Mr. Liu is right! Mrs. Zheng, you have been ordered by the imperial court to do this! Thinking back to the bloody soldiers under Qi Shaobao in those days, aren't you afraid that they will come to you in the middle of the night?"
The ancients respected ghosts and gods the most. When the last fighter to challenge Zheng finished his lines, a moment of silence fell on the long street.
"Come to me in the middle of the night?" Zheng Haizhu, who had always looked at the hard performances of these "pillars" of the empire with a cold expression, suddenly said, "This official, Qi Shaobao fought against Japanese pirates, and Toyotomi Hideyoshi fought against North Korea. In what year and year did that happen?"
What year did it happen? What you are saying is that you wish that the soldiers who fought bravely and died in the line of duty have not been reincarnated after so many years. Are they still wandering ghosts? "
The man choked and quickly scratched his neck and rebuked: "Stop shaking off these sophistry tricks. I want you to check whether your conscience is still there."
"Of course my conscience is there," Zheng Haizhu said sternly, "Not only is my conscience there, but my brain is also there. Could I not know about the murderous case in Ningbo over tribute? Then I would like to ask you, the Japanese themselves are fighting internal conflicts.
When we take it out on the innocent people of Ming Dynasty, Ningbo Prefecture is clearly under the rule of our country. Where is the guard station? Where are the battalions? Where is the inspection department? Are they all dead? Or are they still alive and dead, but they are just a group of people who dare not protect the people?
A coward?"
"I ask you again, when Taizu and Yongle were in power, the Mongols were still powerful. We, the Ming Dynasty, were able to keep peace in the northern frontier, but we were huddled in Nanjing. We relied on you to scold all the eighteen generations of our ancestors in the Northern Yuan Dynasty.
All over the place, or should we rely on garrison troops on nine sides and use force to frighten the captives so that they dare not invade?"
"Ms. Zheng, you are rambling." Fan Hong, who had taken the male lead role today and was playing the role to his heart's content, shouted to stop.
Zheng Haizhu turned back to stare at him, and said with a sarcastic smile: "Fan Guanzheng, okay, I won't ramble on, but I just want to take off your robe right now and tell the gentlemen about your worth. Your
No matter how tightly the robe is wrapped, the inner collar of the middle coat is still exposed. It is the finest Huzhou Temple silk, not to mention the pattern of Octopus brocade woven into it. And your shoes are hanging on your belt.
The most valuable ornament is the mesh crown on your head with excellent craftsmanship. Fan Guanzheng, your outfit from head to toe is worth at least fifty taels of silver, which is equivalent to half a year's military pay of a team of Yuanyang Formation sergeants guarding the country's border.
"
Fan Hong didn't immediately understand the plan of the woman in front of him. He thought she was going to criticize his family for being a greedy family, so he couldn't help but said proudly: "Ms. Zheng, in my family, I have been cultivating fields and raising silkworms for generations. I eat my own food."
In terms of wearability, everything is fair and aboveboard.”
Zheng Haizhu shook his head at him and began to name names, but his eyes turned pitiful: "Fan Hong, if your family is upright, you will make a fortune, you will be able to study and be admitted to the Jinshi, and you will be able to bear the burden of dozens of
I have two silver coins in my outfit and sit in the official office to watch the government. However, my Ming camp soldiers, guards, and archers from the inspection department, no matter how openly and honestly they perform their duties, they still cannot get paid on time; my Ming soldiers
The Ministry of Household Affairs, no matter how hard they work to increase revenue and reduce expenditure, still can't get enough military pay. So tell me, where does the military pay come from? Is it taken from you? Isn't the money of the Japanese people silver? Earning the money of the Japanese people will make me enlightened.
If the soldiers are well-clothed and well-fed, and the army is strong, the country and its people will be protected, no matter whether they are Japanese, red-haired, Frankish, Tatars from Liaodong, or northern barbarians from the grassland, why should we fear them?"
Zheng Haizhu had already estimated that the radicals in Donglin were going to embarrass him today, so he was not excited. As he was talking at this moment, he thought of the loud-mouthed civil servants who were keen on party strife in the late Ming Dynasty in history, and then thought about the future.
Zhang Juzheng, who had worked hard to make money for the Ming Dynasty and was treated badly after his death, suddenly felt that his blood was rising and his throat was sweet.
"In order to get more money for the imperial court, I dug your ancestral graves or took away your jobs. So much so that you are so disrespectful of basic politeness that you wish you could drown me with spit in the street!"
"Executive member Zheng, if your energy goes smoothly, it won't happen, it won't happen."