Chapter 156 Old Wanli: No approval! No approval! I won’t approve!! (Stop raising books!)
Abiao finished speaking.
Everyone trembled and quickly looked towards the podium, and then everyone consciously returned to their seats.
"Lao Zhu, he will sit next to you for now."
Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu, who couldn't let go of Xiao Wanli.
I never noticed that Lao Zhu has such a gentle side towards children.
Xiyu quickly moved a small stool next to Old Master Zhu's chair.
"Come on, little Fatty, sit over here with Grandpa Zu."
In fact, it is not appropriate for Lao Zhu to call Xiao Wanli grandpa.
Zhu Yijun's father is Zhu Zaijing, his grandfather is Zhu Houcong, and his grandfather, if you really want to count, it is the Xingxian Emperor Zhu Youqian who was revered by the Jiajing gods.
‘Little Fatty?’
Hearing this title, Xiao Wanli felt a little unhappy.
Xiao Wanli has been studying since he was five years old. Although he is only nine years old now, strictly speaking, he is not yet nine years old.
But he has been the Prince of the East Palace for four years. He is a descendant of the emperor's family, and he is a prince. Naturally, he is much precocious than ordinary children. Hearing the word "Little Fatty", the corners of his eyes twitched.
But since it was the title given to him by Grandpa Taizu, Xiao Wanli naturally did not dare to resist, and could only nod obediently, as long as Grandpa Taizu was happy.
"Okay, Grandpa Taizu~!"
Under the encouraging gaze of his father Zhu Zaijing, little Wanli followed him to the podium, then sat obediently on his own little stool, staring at Ji Boying with piercing eyes.
The little head is spinning rapidly.
I'm thinking about what kind of place this is, and why are there so many ancestors here? And what are these ancestors gathering here for? And what is this immortal who doesn't look like an immortal at all going to do? p>
At this moment, the questions in Xiao Wanli's mind could fill a Ming Dynasty edition of One Hundred Thousand Whys.
"Next, let's continue the topic we just discussed."
"As for the internal affairs of the Wanli dynasty, well, that is, the internal affairs of the Zhu Yijun dynasty."
Ji Boying has just finished speaking.
Little Wanli, who was sitting on the small stool, suddenly trembled, his whole body froze, and his little head even shut down for a moment.
‘I haven’t even ascended the throne yet, so where is the internal affairs?’
"Little Fatty, you have to listen carefully to what the immortal master said for a while. If you hear good things, you should continue to retain them. If you hear bad things, you should actively correct them. This is what Grandpa Taizu taught you."
Lao Zhu smiled and touched Xiao Wanli's little head, and then held Xiao Wanli's chubby hand, which showed the love in Lao Zhu's heart.
Xiao Wanli looked at Lao Zhu in astonishment and nodded blankly.
He couldn't figure it out in his little head. Why should he learn from another self? What's all this? What's the deal?
In Xiao Wanli's eyes, the god on the podium was picking up a big brush he had never held before, and writing a few words on a huge piece of rice paper that he didn't quite understand.
"Six One" "Six No"
Not only was little Wanli unable to understand these two words, but all the emperors and princes, including Lao Zhu Abiao and Lao Zhu Di, were also confused by the two words on the rice paper.
What exactly does this mean?
"June 1."
Ji Boying finished speaking.
The expressions of Lao Zhu and others suddenly changed slightly.
Lao Zhu couldn't help but ask.
"Brother, why do we have a bad premonition?"
Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu and smiled slightly.
"The so-called June 1st refers to six firsts."
"First."
"Including Jianwen, among the seventeenth emperors of the Ming Dynasty, Wanli was the only one whose tomb was officially bombed."
"Abbreviated as, The First Emperor of Tomb Blasting."
"All the buried treasures in the imperial mausoleum were excavated, the Wanli coffin was opened, and the bones inside were taken out. Finally, they were scattered in all directions and disappeared."
The words are settled.
Everyone present was stunned.
This is simply a real-life version of no bones left.
Little Wanli, who was sitting on the small chair, heard his head buzzing.
'I'm only nine years old, and you told me that my tomb was bombed. You, you...what do you mean!'
Fortunately, Xiao Wanli still has some kind-heartedness, otherwise he would probably have burst into tears.
"Master Immortal, then, where is our grave?!"
Hongzhi Zhu Youtang was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly changed, and he asked this question with a hint of psychological shadow. After all, except Xiaoling, the other emperors' imperial mausoleums in Peiping were all next to each other.
"Yours is fine. The worse thing is that a few shovels were dug up and some burial objects in the mausoleum were stolen."
After Ji Boying said this, everyone let out a long sigh of relief. It was okay to steal something, as long as the coffin was not lifted.
"Master Immortal, my student has a question. All the emperors' tombs are in one place, but why is only the Wanli emperor's tomb treated like this?"
Emperor Xuande asked a question.
Ji Boying glanced at Emperor Xuande, then glanced at the others.
"The imperial mausoleum of Wanli cost eight million silver to build."
The implication is, is your imperial mausoleum worthy of comparison with Wanli's?
As soon as the words came out, Lao Zhu was stunned.
His Xiaoling Mausoleum only cost one million taels of silver to build!
Even after two hundred years, no matter how much inflation expands, it will not be able to expand so much money!
Old Zhu Di was also confused. The total cost of the Ming Changling Mausoleum he built for himself was only six to seven hundred thousand taels of silver. This Wanli tomb was enough to build more than ten tombs for him, the Yongle Emperor.
The other emperors and princes were also in a state of shock.
Eight million silver, a surplus of two or three years in the treasury, to build a tomb?!
At this moment, Lao Zhu silently let go of Xiao Wanli's hand, and suddenly felt less loved.
"Second."
"The first drug-addicted emperor of the Ming Dynasty."
"Of course, the medicine I'm talking about here is not an ordinary medicine, but an addictive medicine."
"The name is: Fushou Ointment."
As an emperor, it’s okay to indulge in shooting, and it’s okay to like to gamble. After all, you are the emperor, and whether you lose or win is yours.
But getting involved with this thing is really a bit life-threatening.
However, Wanli did this not for his own pleasure, but to cure toothache, or to enhance his power. This has a bit of an unofficial flavor and is difficult to determine.
Lao Zhu and others frowned when they heard this. They didn't know what Fushou Ointment was, but it was definitely not something good.
"Third."
"The number one emperor who makes money and makes money."
"In order to make money, Wanli sent eunuchs around the country to collect mining taxes. These mining taxes do not seem to be directly squeezing the people's income, but in fact they are suppressed at all levels, especially in places where there are no mines. Mining taxes will eventually be collected.
When it falls on the common people, what is being plundered is still the people’s fat and the people’s anointing.”
"In addition, the tax inspectors sent to various places are horribly amassing money. They often collect hundreds of thousands of taels of mining tax money, and only report tens of thousands of taels to the internal treasury in the end."
This point is clearly documented.
The governor of Shanxi wrote to the court and revealed that the tax supervisor Sun Chao collected 45,200 taels every year, but only handed over 15,800 taels, and the remaining 29,400 taels were embezzled by him.
The governor of Shandong reported to the court that the tax supervisor Ma Tang collected 260,000 taels every year, but only handed over 78,000 taels, embezzling a total of 1.3 million taels in seven years.
Such things happened all over the country during the years when Wanli collected mining taxes.
A ‘pop’ sound.
Immortal Jiajing slapped the table and stood up in anger.
"You really won't give half of it?!"
I think back then, if I had two million taels, I would still have to give one million to this emperor.
After several decades, you still haven’t given half of it?
This is simply outrageous!
Lao Zhu moved his chair slightly, further away from Xiao Wanli.
Little Wanli glanced doubtfully at the great grandfather who was getting further and further away from him, with a bit of grievance in his eyes.
Love moves too fast, like a tornado.
In fact, Ji Boying also felt that it was a bit outrageous when it came to Wanli making money.
The Wanli Year has fully opened up the sea. If you really want to make money, isn't it faster to raise money by imposing a commercial tax than by imposing a mining tax?
The business tax of one-thirtieth in the Ming Dynasty is simply ridiculously low. As long as you increase it by thirty-five cents, the money will come pouring in.
Of course, there is a process problem.
If the imperial court levied a commercial tax, then the tax money would go directly into the warehouse, and if eunuchs were sent to mine in various places to collect taxes, all the money would go into the inner treasury of Emperor Wanli.
So from this point of view, many people in later generations criticized Wanli and gave Wanli the title of miser, just for his own pocket, without caring about the national finance.
Even if Wanli later took out money from the internal treasury to supplement the pay of the Liaodong army, he was still forced to do nothing. After all, military issues are related to the survival of the country. Wanli can ignore other things, but military issues must be taken care of.
"Fourth."
"The first emperor to correct the rebellion."
"Abolish the examination law, abolish all new policies, abolish the system in which relatives cannot inherit titles, etc."
If the purpose of deposing Kao Chengfa was to appease the imperial court, it would be understandable. After all, Wanli is the most annoying person to have people bother him.
It is very puzzling to restore the hereditary title of deposed relatives that was finally achieved.
Ji Boying did not give Lao Zhu and others a chance to speak and continued.
"Fifth."
"The most willful and beloved son of the emperor."
"The third son of Wanli, King Fu Zhu Changxun, spent 200,000 taels of silver on a wedding and 600,000 taels of silver to build the prince's palace in the vassal land. During the vassal period, the emperor specially granted him 20,000 hectares of fertile land and 1,300 salt quotas each year.
”
Numb.
Completely numb.
Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi and other British leaders in the early Ming Dynasty all felt numb after hearing this.
It turns out that money can still be spent this way.
The entire main hall was silent.
"Sixth."
"The Ming Dynasty destroyed the first emperor."
Having said this, Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu.
"Lao Zhu, you just asked me what I meant by showing off."
"After listening to what I'm going to say next, you should be able to understand."
"Listen carefully."
Lao Zhu's heart skipped a beat. He had a hunch that a more exciting episode was coming.
"The six no's written on the rice paper you see can correspond to this mess."
"The so-called six no's."
"No suburbs, no temple, no court, no meeting, no criticism, no talk."
No sacrifice to heaven and earth, no worship of ancestors, no attendance at court, no meeting with ministers, no approval of memorials, no participation in scripture banquets.
"When Ye Xianggao was the first assistant, he submitted a total of 75 memorials asking for additional officials, but Wanli refused to approve them. In the end, he had no choice but to submit 62 resignation memorials, and then he resigned successfully." p>
In fact, these six things are not included.
From the perspective of Ji Boying, a later generation, the five disadvantages of "no countryside, no temple, no court, no meeting, and no talk" are acceptable. After all, if you don't engage in these vain rituals, you can save a lot.
National financial expenditure.
But not criticizing the memorial would be a bit too much.
After all, according to historical records, Wanli not only refused to replace officials, he even refused to approve memorials for disaster relief.
He didn't approve it, and he didn't let the eunuch approve it either.
If Zhu Hong does not approve, the cabinet will not be able to draw up votes, the Ministry of Household Affairs will not be able to allocate food, and the victims will have to wait to die.
He glanced at the stunned emperors and princes.
Ji Boying continued.
"Next, we will briefly introduce the six cabinets of the Wanli Ming court before the start of the Battle of Saarhu."
"There is only one great scholar, Fang Congzhe, in the cabinet. There are only three ministers and four ministers in the six departments. The vacancies of Tianguan and the minister of war are all filled by ministers from other ministries. There are only four people in the six departments. There are only thirteen censors in the Imperial Palace.
Among the five people, the position of General Secretary is vacant, and the vacancies in other departments are not counted."
If it is at full capacity, the cabinet ministers should be equipped with 3-5 people. The six ministers should have six ministers, more than ten ministers on the left and right, and the six ministers should have a hundred and eighty people. Du Cha
There are dozens of supervisory censors in each court, otherwise how can we monitor the world?
The General Affairs Envoy is responsible for the memorials submitted to Tianting from all over the country. Now that there is no one in charge of the General Affairs Department, these memorials will naturally not be sent to His Majesty the Emperor. Old Wanli's ears are considered clean.
Later generations often regard this matter of failing to fill the shortage of officials as Wanli's way of fighting against the civil service group. However, no matter how bad things are and how to fight, at least the normal operation of the imperial institutions must be maintained.
At the very least, disaster relief cannot be delayed.
In addition, Wanli has always been vague about the prince's education. Zhu Changluo, who is several decades old, has not yet received the orthodox education of a royal prince.
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No wonder later generations would define Wanli as follows: I’ll be done with it if I’m happy, and I won’t care about the floods in future generations.
Hearing this, Lao Zhu's chest was already heaving violently.
Little Wanli, who was sitting next to him, took the initiative and carefully moved his stool further away.
"If the memorials are not approved and the missing officials are not filled, what on earth is Wanli doing?!"
Lao Zhu slapped the imperial chair and became furious.
When he used his sword to kill people, he would only kill a group of people and promote a group of people to ensure that all the government departments and agencies were in normal operation.
"ZTE, ZTE is a ghost!"
Old Zhu Di also slapped the table and got up in anger.
"What a piece of shit!"
Even the Jiajing Immortal stood up.
He didn't go to court for decades and was trolled to bits, but he was doing his job. When I stayed up late at night to review memorials, who would you trolls know?!
"Unworthy descendants!"
"You must be severely punished!"
"..."
Curses abounded in the main hall.
Longqing Zhu Zaijing did not dare to say anything at all.
Little Wanli, who was originally sitting on a small chair, consciously got off the podium at this time, squatted next to the stenographer Lianxiang, and looked at these fickle ancestors with a look of fear.
Is this the world of adults? It’s too scary!
Concubine, I don’t want to grow up!
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Forty-six years of Wanli.
On New Year's Eve, the hills turned red at dusk.
Thousands of households exchange old talismans for new peaches every day.
The festive sound of firecrackers and the sound of gongs and drums resounded throughout this Ming Dynasty imperial capital that has gone through hundreds of years of vicissitudes.
Snow is falling one after another.
Forbidden City, Qianqiu Pavilion in the Imperial Garden.
Old Wanli wore a black gold cloak, and more than two hundred kilograms of fat were covered under it.
Today, he rarely left the Qianqing Palace and wandered around the Imperial Garden for half an hour, then rested in the Qianqiu Pavilion.
Although it is called Qianqiu Pavilion, it actually has three floors. Old Wanli was lying on the Dragon Palace on the third floor terrace, looking at the beautiful scenery of the falling snow in the Imperial Garden.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Fang Ge has submitted another memorial today. I hope your Majesty can replenish the cabinet and various departments."
Chang Shengyun, the eunuch and eunuch accompanying the Supervisor of Ceremonies, bowed to the side.
"No approval."
Old Wanli glanced at the memorial without even thinking about it.
"That memorial from Mr. Fang Ge..."
"Let's stay in China."
"Your Majesty, Mr. Fang Ge also handed over a memorial to your Majesty to resign and return home."
"This..."
"This is already the seventh time Mr. Fang Ge has resigned."
"No approval."
"Furthermore, the memorial submitted by the Ministry of War hopes that Your Majesty will allocate some silver from the internal treasury to cover part of the military pay for the nine sides."
Old Wanli frowned, asking about money the most.
"No approval!"
"Your Majesty, are you going to worship your ancestors tomorrow?"
Eunuch Chang didn't ask at all whether he wanted to go to Yuji Fengtian Hall tomorrow, the first day of the first lunar month, to accept worship from hundreds of officials. After all, this was absolutely impossible. It was still possible to go to the Ancestral Temple to worship ancestors, so every year at this time he would ask casually.
Mouth.
"No, my ancestors will protect me."
With a simple word, Old Wanli raised his head and looked at the sky.
The snow scene today is really good.
Hmm?
Suddenly, in the eyes of Old Wanli, a golden thunderbolt like a horned dragon flashed across the night.
Then, there was a bang.
At the same time, there was a strong wind and snowflakes flying.