Chapter 158 King of Fortune Zhu Changxun: I, I, I choose three! (Please order!)
"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. p>
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. p>
From time to time, he would whisper ‘be gentle’ and ‘be gentle’.
After about half a cup of tea.
Perhaps they were tired from the beating, so all the emperors and princes stopped, and they all put their arms on their hips and panted.
Looking at Fu Wang Zhu Changxun, who is lying on the ground with his head in his arms, there are not a few good pieces of meat left in his body.
However.
Ji Boying can clearly see it.
In fact, this super fat guy didn’t suffer any real injuries. He has too much fat on his body and it’s also very elastic!
A punch seems to hit a bouncy ball.
The defense power is 99999, which is directly filled up.
The reason why he didn't scream was because King Fu found that the harder he screamed, the harder the group of people used it. In this regard, regardless of men and women, they have the same purpose.
"Son...!"
Old Wanli looked at the poor Prince Fu and hurriedly walked up to Zhu Changxun lamely.
When King Fu saw his old father, he knelt down and hugged old Wanli's legs, and started crying.
O old father! You have to make the decision for your son!
Before he could even howl a few words, Xiao Zhu Si, Yongle Xiao Zhu and another young man Zhu Houzhao were forced to separate the father and son, and dragged Prince Fu to Lao Zhu and Ji Boying.
"Zhu Changxun, I'll give you two choices."
Ji Boying stared at this fat man who pretended to cry for a second.
"First, take the initiative to donate all the money in the government for national use."
"Two, passively withdraw all the money in the house to fund the state."
Zhu Changxun was stunned, covering his face and looking at Ji Boying.
"This, is there any difference?!"
"Of course there is a difference."
"If you take the initiative, you can get a good reputation."
Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Changxun.
When it comes to amassing money, Zhu Changxun, the blessed king, is no less capable than his father, Wanli, or even better.
After Zhu Changxun came to the vassal, he was not satisfied with the 20,000 hectares of fertile land given to him by Wanli, the feudal lord, and allowed his slaves to annex land everywhere, swallowing up large tracts of fertile land from the people.
He even used his status as a prince to act as a protective umbrella for all kinds of evil, and tried every means to make money, causing the people of Henan to become resentful and eager to eat his flesh and drink his blood.
Summarize it in sixteen words: Do whatever you want, commit all kinds of evil, tax and expropriate, and do whatever you want.
During the Chongzhen period, "thieves broke out in the middle of the Qin Dynasty and there was a severe drought in Henan", and the tragic scene of "people eating each other" appeared among the people. However, the King of Fu, Zhu Changxun, did not notice this at all, so he continued to squeeze the people. p>
The officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty passed by Luoyang and said one after another: The palace has millions of dollars, but we have to die at the hands of thieves.
"Master Immortal, can you think about it again? I can..."
Old Wanli gritted his teeth and stomped his feet slightly.
"I can transfer some money from the inner treasury to Taicang to make up for the shortage of pay for the nine-border army."
Ji Boying frowned and took another look at Old Wanli.
He now understands why Old Wanli would rather send eunuchs to collect mining taxes in various places than to levy commercial taxes. I dare say that Old Wanli really does not regard the country's money as his own money, and only cares about his own inner treasury.<
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How can the country survive with such a king?
"I do it for his own good."
The words fell.
The surrounding scene suddenly changed.
All the emperors and princes are accustomed to this sudden change in fantasy.
Old Wanli and King Fu Zhu Changxun were so shocked that their expressions changed greatly, and they looked at the sudden changes in the surroundings in astonishment.
In fantasy.
The location where everyone is located is in front of the main entrance of Zhougong Temple.
At this moment, in the middle of the crowd, there is a huge boiling iron pot. In this iron pot, there is a red-hot 'pig' that is struggling and wailing with the last bit of strength. In addition to onions, ginger and garlic, there are also side dishes.
There are several skinned sika deer.
The people around were all holding broken bowls, with strong expectations in their eyes.
"Hey, the people in this big pot look very familiar."
Zhu Changxun was stunned for a moment. He looked at the people in the pot and took a closer look. His expression suddenly changed and he stepped back. He was so frightened that he sat on the ground, with shit and urine gushing out.
"This, how can this be me!"
It is normal for Zhu Changxun to have this reaction. After all, anyone would be frightened if they suddenly saw the real scene of being thrown into a pot.
Old Wanli's face also changed drastically when he saw it, and his heart was trembling.
How come our precious heart and liver are cooked?!
In the Ming Dynasty, this was the second vassal king to receive such treatment. Zhu Changxun was much better than the previous one, and he even had some side dishes.
"Brother, what's going on?"
Lao Zhu glanced at the people around him, then looked at the 'fat pig' in the boiling cauldron, which was almost completely boiled. He frowned slightly and asked.
Everyone else was also frightened. After all, this was the Prince of Cooking, and he was doing it in front of a lot of people. It was not a normal thing.
"After Li Zicheng conquered Henan and stationed in Luoyang, he dug all the money from Prince Fu's palace for payment, and cooked several sika deer together with Prince Fu in front of Zhou Gong's temple, and the people shared them."
"It's called the Fulu (Deer) Feast."
When these words fell into the ears of Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di and others, their hearts trembled.
They were eaten by the common people.
This is so much the hatred of the people.
Moreover, all the looted people's wealth and money ended up being used as military pay for the rebels.
Instead of doing this, it is better to deposit it into the national treasury as soon as possible.
"I, the descendants of the Zhu family, are actually so corrupt."
Lao Zhu took a deep breath, with a hint of anger and coolness in his eyes.
He looked at the already pissed King Fu, with disgust in his eyes. He couldn't figure out how his descendants could give birth to such a waste with his strong bloodline, Lao Zhu.
Suddenly.
Like the wind passing by.
The scene of the Fulu Banquet is gone, and everything disappears like bubbles.
If you continue to put it down, it will be a scene of sharing food. It is really evil and inappropriate.
At this time, Lao Zhu suddenly stood up.
I saw the Ming Dynasty Taizu walking in front of King Fu Zhu Changxun in the eyes of all his descendants, his eyes slightly lowered.
"Brother gave you two choices."
"Then we'll give you two choices."
"First, demote yourself to a commoner, leave the clan, and donate all the money in the house for the benefit of the country."
"Two."
Lao Zhu raised his hand slightly, and A Biao handed over the mace at the right time.
"At this very moment, we, the Great Patriarch of the Ming Dynasty, will rectify you with our own hands using family law."
Zhu Changxun knelt on the ground, trembling.
He subconsciously raised his head and looked at Lao Zhu, and under the gaze of all his ancestors, he spoke.
"I, I, I choose three."
There is a kind of wisdom, which is called sincerity.
There is a kind of death called death.
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PS: Regarding the death of King Fu, there are theories about the Fulu Banquet, and there is also the theory that the body was dismembered because the epitaph of King Fu was found. Which one it is, history is hard to say.
This book is still based on the theory of Fulu Banquet, which can better relieve hatred.