When Zhu Bai arrived at the Guanya Bureau, the newly recruited fat man Hu Dafa saluted Zhu Bai: "Master Twelve."
Zhu Bai nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work." Then he went in.
A young agent who was also at the door had just had some free time and asked Hu Dafa in a low voice: "By the way, didn't you say you are from Changzhou? You are not a businessman. Why did you come to Guanya Bureau that day? Besides, with your skills
, is it not better to go to the military camp, achieve military merit, and eat the royal rations than to stand here at the gate?"
Although the income from the official dental bureau is good, no matter how you think about it, it is still not as comfortable as being an official.
Hu Dafa sighed: "Oh, I also made a mistake and regretted it for eternity."
The manager felt more and more strange, but no matter how he asked, Hu Dafa refused to say more.
Zhu Bai never asked about his origin, so the people who served in the official bureau were from all walks of life, and there were all kinds of people.
Maybe Hu Dafa has some unspeakable past events.
Just as he was talking about it, people from the Five Cities Army and Horses Division arrived.
The commander went in to report to Zhu Bai.
Other soldiers rested at the door.
The manager chatted with the soldiers again: "Speaking of which, you were originally soldiers in the Gyeonggi Guard, but now you have been transferred to the Military and Horse Division, how about it?"
The soldiers exchanged looks: What does it mean to be good? It's simply so much better!
Military households in the Ming Dynasty had to serve as soldiers for generations, which was worse than being a slave.
One male from each military household goes to the garrison to serve as a soldier, and is called a "Zhengjun". The remaining males in the family are called "Yu Ding" or "Yu Ding". When the main army goes to the garrison, at least one Yu Ding must be sent.
Go with them to help them survive.
Originally, the imperial court gave each "regular army" food, fields and houses.
However, due to the layer upon layer of exploitation as an official, the soldiers below could not get that much at all. They lived in poverty and had endless toil.
Even until death, I will not be able to escape from my birth.
Now that they have come to the Military and Horse Division, although they have not left the military household, their salary and treatment are better than before, and they do not have to go to the battlefield.
Therefore, the soldiers guarding the capital now have a tacit understanding in their hearts. If they want to survive this sea of suffering, they can only go to King Xiang.
But if they said these words, they were afraid of being dragged back to the barracks, so they just smiled.
The manager raised his eyebrows: "Eh? Why didn't you say anything?"
Hu Dafa said: "Hey, please don't embarrass others."
An older man patted the manager on the shoulder and said, "Do a good job. King Xiang is the best master I have ever seen."
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Lao Zhu summoned several princes who had not yet become feudal lords and would be the highest military officers in the territory to come to Beijing to meet the emperor during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
That also means that the feudal kings and the generals of the feudal territory can meet.
Lao Zhu today told Zhu Bai to go to court and not to run around, because one of these generals includes Zhu Bai's grandfather, Hu Mei, the Marquis of Linchuan who is currently guarding Changsha.
When Zhu Bai was born, Hu Mei had no chance to visit him in the palace.
In the fourth year of Hongwu's reign, Hu Mei went to Changsha and never returned to Yingtian.
So this is the first time that their grandfather and grandson Zheng'er have met each other.
After the altar was set up today, he couldn't help but search for Zhu Bai in the main hall.
Seeing the little figure standing in front of the military attache, I couldn't help but feel hot in my eyes.
Zhu Bai turned eight last month. I don't know if it was because he didn't have enough food and clothing, but he was still much smaller than other children of the same age.
It is said that in the past two years, Zhu Bai has been doing well, and the life of the mother and son in the palace has been much easier.
At this moment, Zhu Bai was playing with the jade gui in his hand and didn't even listen to what the courtiers next to him were saying.
Hu Mei couldn't laugh or cry: There were rumors outside that Zhu Baigong was scheming and cunning. In fact, he was still a child.
After the ministers finished speaking, Zhu Biao stepped forward to report on the latest and first inspection of the Guanya Bureau and the Guanjia Bank.
All accounts are in compliance with the rules and there are no problems.
Then the imperial censor stood up and said: "I think that the King of Xiang took half of the profits from Guanya and the official bank, which is inappropriate."
Lao Zhu raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"
You bunch of corrupt people have no use except spending our money and scolding us.
Our son helps us work, and you don't allow us to give him a salary?!
The imperial censor said: "The King of Xiang is young and enjoying such wealth is not good for the emperor, the court, or His Highness himself."
Lao Zhu sneered: "When the disaster relief grain transportation was not in place, more than a hundred of you ministers were helpless. It was our youngest son who came up with the idea of establishing an official grain bank and distributing it nationwide, which solved the problem. The problem of food for the grain transporters,
You have been arguing in the court for several days, spitting and blushing. You can't think of a useful solution. It was the twelfth old man who said that the exchange of salt for food ended. Guan Ya Bureau, Guan Yin Zhuang, Wucheng Army and Horse Department
, he managed everything in an orderly manner. At that time, why didn't you come out and apologize, saying that you are not as capable as a child at your age?! Now that money is being made, you are jealous and feel that it is inappropriate? You want to come?
To get this money, it depends on whether you are worthy or not?!"
The imperial censor knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, this should be money from the national treasury. It is a matter that the prince should take charge of."
Lao Zhu laughed angrily: "Yes, yes, you know you have no shame and come here directly to ask for money. A few days ago, we blocked your way to interfere with the official teeth. So you have to blame the prince. We are here today
I just left the words here. As long as the King of Xiang is with us for a day, we will only leave these matters to him. Only he can handle them well. If you dare to babble in the court or write a book,
I'll make twenty bucks first, and then I'll be demoted to Lingnan to grow lychees for us."
The imperial censor was covered in cold sweat and prostrated on the ground: "I obey the order."
Lao Zhu looked at his head coldly: "The low-rent house you live in was built at the suggestion of Lao Twelve. You can't be like this, and you have to throw bowls when eating. You are in your forties, and you have read many books by sages.
You should understand this."
The imperial censor became more and more embarrassed and prostrated on the ground: "I am ashamed."
The officials clearly understood Zhu Bai's "good-hearted" purpose of spending money to build low-rent housing.
In order to prove their own integrity, ten out of ten public officials live in low-rent housing. If someone is soft-spoken now, that person will have short hands. How can he impeach Zhu Bai in the future?
If you move out, you won’t even know why you suddenly have money now that you didn’t have money to rent a house before.
They glanced angrily at Zhu Bai.
Zhu Bai covered his mouth with Yugui and yawned: boring...
These sour scholars appear to be loyal and patriotic on the surface, but on the inside they are shameless and seek fame and reputation. They are all hypocrites.
Lao Zhu had a great time scolding Yan Guan today and was in an extremely good mood.
After the court ended, Zhu Bai hurriedly took the opportunity to say: "Father, I heard that the wintersweet blooming in Tianjie Temple is good. I want to go there."
Lao Zhu looked at him sideways: "Boy, what are you holding back? When did you become so honest and ask for my opinion when you go out for a walk?"
