Wanli Xinming

Chapter 273 Nagging
On June 11th, the [-]th year of Wanli, Shengjia returned to Beijing. After the etiquette of receiving the driver, the courtiers presented a congratulatory table to praise the emperor's success in soothing and relieving the troubles in the north.

Empress Zhuang's belly was as big as holding a watermelon, but she lost a lot of money because she stayed in the capital.Seeing that two of the four concubines who followed the emperor were already pregnant, and he brought back a "Yi Concubine" to visit him, he was speechless.

Zhuang Jingjia felt aggrieved, but her face was full of joy.Before waiting for the concubine to give her salute, she took her hand and said kindly, "Sister is really beautiful! No wonder the emperor brought you back all the way."

Ce Na could not understand Chinese, and Zhu Yijun kept speaking Mongolian in order to communicate with her—Quan Dang practiced his spoken language.Hearing the queen say a lot of words at this time, she was dumbfounded and stared at Zhu Yijun for help.

Zhu Yijun reluctantly said in Mongolian language: "You have to kneel to see the queen, this is my Ketun."

Zena's mother is very much favored by Huo Luochi, so she is not less angry on weekdays.Although she is young, she has also learned a few tricks from her mother.After listening to Zhu Yijun's words, he quickly knelt down and met Zhuang Jingjia according to the etiquette taught by the internal officials.

It took Zhuang Jingjia a long time to distinguish, and then she realized that "Yellow Monkey Fang" was referring to Her Royal Highness, and she couldn't help laughing and crying.In order to give the emperor face, he took out a jade pendant from his purse and gave it to her as a gift.

Zhu Yijun saw the two of them gesturing for a long time, and they kept talking with ducks and chickens, rubbing his forehead and sighing.Seeing this, Zhuang Jingjia was displeased and said: "It doesn't matter if the emperor sees a good-looking person from now on, he will take him home. It's better to find someone to talk to, or it will be troublesome to manage the concubines."

Zhu Yijun listened with a smile and said, "It's my negligence. Wei Chao, you arrange to find two maids who can speak Mongolian, and let them change shifts to follow Yi Concubine and act as translators."

When Zhuang Jingjia heard the emperor's thoughtful arrangement for Ce Na, she felt more and more uncomfortable, and her throat was full of pantothenic acid.He sneered and asked Zhu Yijun, "Where will the emperor eat and rest today? I ordered it, and the concubine will make arrangements."

Zhu Yijun listened, still smiling and said, "What did the queen say? From today until your delivery, I will not go to other palaces, but in Kunning Palace."

Empress Zhuang heard that Liandao could not afford to be the leader, and her concubine was heavy, so don't hold back the emperor.Zhu Yijun can afford it. The Queen has worked hard for the past few months to look after the house. I want to accompany you well.Only then did Zhuang Jingjia calm down, and instructed the maid beside her:

"I want to eat some meat tonight, and let some pigs' hooves gnaw at the royal kitchen room."

The queen was a little angry, and Zhu Yijun felt that it was nothing to be petty.After all, compared to later generations, it is nothing to eat pig trotters in the main palace, and even if you don't hang yourself up and beat it, you will have a belly.

Not only Empress Zhuang, but also Mr. Zhang Juzheng lost several pounds of meat.When Zhu Yijun was in the capital before, he felt that Zhu Yijun's daily work was handled by himself first, so it was difficult to make a decision.

When Zhu Yijun left the capital, Zhang Juzheng realized that his workload had more than doubled.This workload is not a matter of writing, but thinking - putting yourself into Zhu Yijun's perspective to look at every issue that needs to be decided.

At the beginning, he secretly made up his mind to send less express delivery, and try to digest everything in the political affairs hall.As a result, in less than a month, he raised the white flag, and let the fast horses and waters go north from the capital to chase the holy car.While Zhang Juzheng was tired, he was also a little discouraged: I have been old Zhang Bingguo for many years, why don't I dare to make a decision?
It's not really a question of ability, but a reflection of how the butt decides the head.Without sitting on the dragon chair, it is absolutely impossible to feel the great weight given to the emperor by the nine states of the world.Of course, Wanli, who was a prank striker in the original time and space, didn't think so - he didn't care about Wanmin's life or death.

For example, in Pan Jixun’s first book, Zhang Juzheng did not dare to make a decision: the excavation of the Yellow River has been half completed, and the rest is between the mountains and hills.

Pan Jixun suggested two things. One is to increase the number of surveying and mapping personnel, and continue the construction after the surveying and mapping is completed.The second is to take advantage of this year's heavy rainfall and implement flood discharge by opening dams - letting the flood find its own way.

Zhang Juzheng tends to the first, but from Zhu Yijun's point of view, he may not think so.Therefore, he couldn't make a decision. He suppressed Pan Jixun's inscription and waited for the emperor to report it immediately after returning to Beijing.

Zhu Yijun said with a smile: "Pan Jixun has followed me for the past few years, and he has developed a lot of ideas. It's really hard for him to think of it. Can the scale of the flood discharge be controlled?"

Zhang Juzheng replayed: "He said in the memorial that there is no way to deal with fire and water—he dare not say that neither the people nor the land will be harmed."

Zhu Yijun looked at Pan Jixun's plan carefully, thought deeply, and calculated the time.Immediately, Zhu Bi gave instructions to agree to the second plan, and instructed the Zhengshitang to do a good job of evacuation in all flood discharge areas, and to properly resettle the victims.

Zhang Juzheng questioned: "There were very few professionals in surveying and mapping before. Over the years, hundreds of people have been trained, and the progress has been greatly accelerated. Your Majesty, can't we wait for a year and a half?"

Zhu Yijun said: "We can't wait. After 15 years of Wanli, there will be large-scale floods and droughts in the world; after 20 years of Wanli, there will be many disasters and abnormalities. At that time, there will be no guarantee of water conservancy projects in the Central Plains, so the disaster victims will not be the same."

After saying this, he suddenly saw Zhang Juzheng staring at him with his mouth open, with a ghostly expression, and he felt like he was going to suffer.Sure enough, Zhang Juzheng said with a solemn expression: "Whose delirium did the emperor listen to? This is the will of God, who can know in advance? What kind of knowledge do you call the emperor, this is not--"

Zhu Yijun hurriedly interrupted with a smile: "Hey, no. No one told me this, this, this." For a long time, I couldn't come back to this sentence, and I couldn't say it was "truly a sign to the Buddha in this world", Zhang Juzheng could spit. Spray him in the face.

Zhang Juzheng looked at Zhu Yijun suspiciously for a long time, and then stopped asking.He sighed and said, "Your Majesty, last year the imperial court enlisted more than 6000 million yuan, but spent 600 million yuan! Myanmar is now like a bottomless pit, with [-] million yuan thrown in every year, without even a sound! Now you are going to go north again , but also to build a large navy, the land and the sea go hand in hand, it would be good to let Pan Jixun rest for two years, which is good for turnover."

"Also, Wang Guoguang said that small-value banknotes have already been printed, and it is extremely difficult to imitate them. If small-value banknotes are used to replace treasure banknotes, the first two years will have to be guarded against a run on the bank, and over-issue will not be allowed, and the court will have to catch fire and waste money. ."

"The coinage machine has also been developed, and the money it makes is indeed better than copper coins, but the point earned by coinage is difficult to quench thirst in the near future."

"Now that the textile industry in the south of the Yangtze River is booming, tens of thousands of small farmers' families have gone bankrupt. This year, Nanzhili and several provinces in Jiangxi have already started giving relief. Although the price of food is quite cheap, it is estimated that 100 million yuan will not come down."

"Beijing Zhili Iron and Steel is booming, thousands of small smelters have gone bankrupt. Many mines have been logging indiscriminately, and dozens of civil uprisings have been provoked in the first three months. Zhang Chunsheng, the prefect of Xuzhou, should be killed!"

Zhu Yijun listened to Zhang Juzheng's lingering complaints, looked at his gray hair, and his thin and slender body sitting on the pier, but his eyes suddenly became hot.He motioned for Sun Gan to add hot water to Zhang Juzheng's teacup and sat there listening quietly.

Zhang Juzheng babbled for a long time, but he didn't hear the emperor arguing, so he looked up at Zhu Yijun.Seeing the gentleness in the emperor's eyes, his heart throbbed, and he was startled.

Zhu Yijun smiled warmly and said, "It's been a long time, old gentleman? Today we don't talk about government affairs, let's go to Xiyuan to relax for a long time." Zhang Juzheng relaxed and said with a smile: "The minister said in a mess, the emperor laughed— "Oh, I may really be old."

The summer of the 11th year of Wanli passed away amidst Zhang Juzheng's nagging. Zhu Yijun and him were like firefighters, dealing with a mountain of memorials every day, and their lips and tongue were parched in various meetings.

At the end of September, Empress Zhuang gave birth to another prince - double insurance for the inheritance of the throne.After a year and a half of preparations, when the monsoon blows from north to south, Daming's mission to the Holy See will also choose a day to set sail.

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