The snow in Yingtian City quietly dissolves into the tenderness of Jiangnan.
The wind beside the Qinhuai River has also become gentler. The people in the Jiaofang Department are exchanging cups and glasses, and the drunken people in winter have finally relaxed a little since they can go out of the city for an outing.
In spring, you take off your clothes and warm a city.
But in this early spring, the atmosphere in the court became a little uneasy due to the snowstorm in Zhejiang Road last winter.
It seems that Zhejiang Road has accumulated a whole winter of snow and water, and it has poured into Yingtian City from the southeast. Under the currently peaceful court, an undercurrent has arisen.
"Why don't you enter the temple even though you are walking?"
"Who are you waiting for when you are walking alone?"
In the square in front of the Huangji Palace, Xie Jin, who was wearing court uniform, rubbed his hands together and hid them under his sleeves, looking calmly in the direction of the Huangji Gate.
Several colleagues from the DPRK and China walked past him and asked curiously.
Xie Jin turned around, without seeing the other person's face clearly, and just replied casually: "I never waited for anyone, I never waited for anyone."
A bit nagging.
Several colleagues smiled and shook their heads. They no longer cared about the actions of this upstart in the country, turned around and continued walking towards the main hall.
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"You are finally here!"
Jie Jin, who had been waiting anxiously, saw the founding father Chang Sheng calmly walking into his sight, and hurried forward to greet him.
Chang Sheng frowned and glanced at the officials passing by, rushing to go to court.
The two of them moved to the side, walking towards the main hall without stopping, but at a slower pace.
"How come? Are you worried about Zhejiang Road?" Chang Sheng looked at the Daming Palace ahead.
Xie Jin was a little anxious, but seeing Chang Sheng's appearance, he had no choice but to straighten his back and chest in a similar manner.
But as soon as he spoke, his tone was full of worry: "Many people have died in Zhejiang Province, many people! His Highness's reputation has been damaged because he didn't say anything about it. Now that he has begun to promote the integration of officials and gentry into households in Zhejiang, Yu Wei
Shang Zai, probably no one in Zhejiang dares to say no. But..."
Xie Jin hesitated for a moment, but his eyes were fixed on the backs of the colorful officials in front of him.
Chang Sheng smiled silently: "You are worried about the people in the court."
"When Taisun went to Zhejiang this time, even those people who were coerced into chaos were never convicted. Those who were killed were officials, gentry and merchants. These people are not unique to Zhejiang. They are everywhere in the court and the world.
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Xie Jin whispered more and more: "Now that the situation in Zhejiang is opening up, they will worry that sooner or later, they will have to experience this. The few acres of thin farmland in Xiaguan's home, if he can contribute to the country, it will be considered as a tribute to Xiaguan.
But do they think so?"
When he said this, Xie Jin subconsciously looked away from the backs of the civil servants in front of him and looked silently at the founding father Chang Sheng beside him.
The officials in the DPRK were all country gentry in their hometowns, and they were kind-hearted poets and writers. They owned countless fertile fields and industries.
But the founding father before him, and the heroes of the country and dynasty behind him, have more industries and lands.
Chang Sheng snorted coldly. After his achievements in showing peace to others all the time, this man now had a hint of majesty.
Xie Jin is not afraid, this is a very fatal problem.
It can be said that the founding father's family is a facade among the nobles in the court. It is connected with the Chang family and there are many meritorious families who have advanced and retreated together.
And this time, the policy being implemented in Zhejiang can be said to be a sweeping one, without leaving the possibility of opening a backdoor to anyone.
If implemented throughout the Ming Dynasty, the imperial court would no longer levy taxes per capita, and would only directly levy taxes on registered acres of land.
The Ming Dynasty gentry group represented by the civil servants is included here.
The Ming Dynasty meritorious group represented by the founding father Chang Sheng in front of us is also included in this list.
"The Chang family has sorted out and registered all the land and property."
Chang Sheng finally said a word, and then walked away, heading straight towards the main hall.
Jie Jin opened his mouth in a daze.
He understood the weight of the founding father's words.
The Chang family has made all preparations, obeying all orders from the imperial court at any time and at any time, and sending all the acres owned by the Chang family to the emperor to be included in the policy reform of integrating officials and gentry into sharing the acres. p>
He had some doubts that the Chang family would have such great determination and determination.
Entering the court hall.
As Sun Gouer shouted with great enthusiasm.
Emperor Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty started a new day of work. The prince sat in a wheelchair and calmly looked at the Zhu family ministers in the court.
After asking about the report, it turned out that some officials were on duty.
"I have my heart and I want to report it."
Those who came out were from the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
This made Zhan Hui, the foreman of the civil service and official affairs minister, feel a little jump in his heart.
He knew that something was going to happen at today's court meeting.
On the throne, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were quietly focused.
"Speak."
The corners of his eyes have shrunk several times.
"I impeach the imperial envoy for disaster relief in Zhejiang Province."
With a bang, there was an uproar in the hall.
Although everyone knows that today’s meeting will not be kind.
But once the problem is put on the table, it will not end well.
Even the imperial censors who maintain discipline have forgotten to maintain order in the court.
The person who went out to impeach was Zhou Liangjun, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
He has continued to speak.
"In the winter of the 24th year of Hongwu's reign, there was a snowstorm in Zhejiang. The people were trapped and the government was difficult to pacify. The imperial court provided money and food, selected imperial envoys, and placed high hopes on pacifying the country."
"However, the imperial delegation did not consider the emperor's entrustment. Before the natural disaster, they allowed the people to suffer disasters in the wilderness. They killed the chief envoys on the left and right sides of Zhejiang Province, inspected the envoys, commanded the envoys, and over 1,000 county officials. They also killed all the wise men.
There are more than three thousand gentry, and tens of thousands of them are implicated, causing the ground to be scarlet under the heavy snow, the people's hearts to be frightened, and Zhejiang to be in turmoil."
"I ask your Majesty to consider the people of Zhejiang Province, to stabilize people's livelihood, restore order, and resume spring plowing after the heavy snowfall, and to select talented people from the court as imperial envoys to go to Zhejiang."
The picture is poor but the view is sharp.
This year, after Zhou Liangjun, more censors, officials, and civil servants came out to support him.
"I second the proposal."
"I second the proposal."
"I second the proposal."
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"All cynics should die!"
Zhu Yunxi, who was sitting in the administrative office of Hangzhou City, cursed in a low voice.
There was already a smile on his face.
Xia Yuanji even put down the paper and pen in his hand, walked to the door and personally supported an old man in golden clothes who had white hair and was nearly a hundred years old, holding a red sandalwood and pine-shaped crutch in his hand.
Zhu Yunxi could not remember clearly. This was the first wave of so-called rural gentry who came to the Chief Envoy Si Yamen to tell the sufferings of each family.
If it weren't for the fact that all of these people are in their seventies and eighties, and can't find any fault...
There was a very bad meaning in his eyes.
"Why did you come here in person? There is melting snow outside now. If something happens to you, it will be a sin."
Zhu Yunxi stood up and walked to the visitor.
The old man looked into the hall and stood firmly on the spot holding the wooden stick in both hands.
Xia Yuanji on the side wanted to laugh, but did not dare to show it. He could only purse his lips and turn his head to look aside.