Emperor Ming Dynasty

"Excuse—"

As soon as Maoshi (five o'clock) arrived, Wang Fuzhi got up, dressed neatly under the service of his wife, and walked out slowly with four sesame cakes in his arms.

But at this time, Huang Zongxi always hurried out, with his coat and hat askew, muttering as he walked, and when he saw him, he grinned: "It's a coincidence."

"What a coincidence, this is just in time."

Reluctantly, Wang Fuzhi took out two sesame cakes from his bosom and gave them to him, and then they walked together.

"Your cake is delicious." Huang Zongxi took a bite without hesitation, but his pace did not slow down.

Although the yard rented by the two families is right on the edge of the imperial city, it takes two quarters of an hour to walk, not to mention sedan chairs and carriages. This is not what these petty officials can think about.

One is in the cabinet, and the other is in the six departments. It can be said that they are busy and busy every day.

"Why don't we two rent a carriage?"

Huang Zongxi was in a daze for a while looking at the star-studded sky and the ground that was less than three feet in front of him.

It seems that there was a light snowfall last night, the ground was slippery, and the passing carriages rumbled past, leaving behind one after another, not to mention how enviable it was.

With the development of all industries in Beijing, it is no longer a problem to rent a horse-drawn carriage, but the price has also increased.

"In January, people eat horse chews, get up early and go late, so they have to ask for ten silver dollars?" Wang Fuzhi stroked his beard and sighed, "It's not a small sum if we share it equally."

Huang Zongxi was dumbfounded, this damn price.

"Brother Huang, even though it's o'clock now, it's only o'clock. We'll walk for more than half an hour, and there's more than enough time. The carriage is fine."

Wang Fuzhi waved his hands, flicked his sleeves, and held a lantern.

Huang Zongxi ate pancakes from the corner of his eye, but followed helplessly.

After the Shaowu Dynasty, the time for hundreds of officials to go to court was postponed to Chenshi three quarters (45:[-]), and naturally, the time for Shangya was also postponed to Chenshi.

Nobody wants to wake up in the middle of the night every day.

After searching a lot and entering Miyagi, it will be another scene.

Naturally, lanterns cannot be brought into the palace, and they are placed outside.

At the same time, during the reign of Tianqi, when Wei Zhongxian was in power, he ordered the street lamps to be abolished to facilitate access at night, so the officials were caught blind, and some people even slipped on the road and fell into the Yu River and drowned when they were approaching the court on a rainy night.

And those high-ranking officials and dignitaries have special eunuchs carrying lanterns to lead the way, and all the officials can only follow behind, which is called "excuse the light".

After Emperor Shaowu came to the throne, he felt good and it was much more convenient to go out of the palace, so he didn't recover.

But now that the time of Dianmao has changed, even in winter, there is no need to excuse the light.

Of course, when they arrived at Daming Gate, the two parted ways. Huang Zongxi was in Liubu and turned directly to the left.

And Wang Fuzhi was in Wenyuan Pavilion, so he must enter the palace city. At this time, the sky was already slightly bright, so it was unexpected.

It took Huang Zongxi three quarters of an hour to arrive from Miyagi to Wenyuan Pavilion.

At this time, although it is not yet the time to point Mao, the Hanlins have already reached seven or seven or eight.

Everyone is busy with their own business.

There are hundreds of inscriptions and memorials sent by the Secretary of General Administration every day. The 12 of them need to spend a lot of effort to classify and even check them separately to prevent omissions.

Wang Fuzhi had to admit that these classifications alone were enough to consume a lot of mind.

For a trivial matter, two or three thousand words are not enough to talk about it. Four or six parallel essays, with neat counterpoints, are simply stereotyped essays.

It can be explained clearly in a hundred words, but it has to be expanded dozens of times.

And you can't ignore that some details are passed by, and you often have important information.

It is a test of eyesight to see through these articles that combine fiction and reality.

For example, in this article, the governor of Sichuan reported that until the autumn harvest, more than [-] people from Sichuan were relocated to Henan, and settled in Jingzhou. As a result, many people did not want to leave, as if they were greedy for the fertility of Hubei.

It seems to be talking about immigrants, but after careful investigation, it is dissatisfaction with Hubei Province, and it is reasonable to accuse it of ineffectiveness.

But if you understand its past, you can understand that after Sichuan salt came out east, it occupied a large share in Huguang, but now it is gradually eroded by Huai salt.

Sichuan blamed Hubei for being ungrateful, while Hubei said Sichuan was greedy.

In addition, in terms of food, with the help of gunpowder, most of the hidden reefs and dangerous shoals in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River have been cleared, and small and medium-sized transportation is still feasible.

Recently, both Chuan Liang and Chu Liang are cooked, because they are both transported to the south of the Yangtze River to make profits, and the two provinces are competitors.

The prosperity of business promotes the collection of business taxes, which affects local finances.

After all, the commercial tax is split [-]-[-], and it has leapt to the top of the local counties, second only to the agricultural tax.

During the lunch break, Wang Fuzhi talked about this matter: "One has to read an ordinary melody three or five times before you can roughly understand its deep meaning."

"The pen power of the provincial officials is far behind us."

Colleagues agreed.

"Huh——" Suddenly, someone was surprised, which attracted everyone's attention.

I saw him picking up the Daming Gazette, frowning, both happy and worried, and his expression changed a lot.

"Look, this article is so bold, it's actually able to criticize this matter."

Wang Fuzhi and others took a look, and saw that he started directly from the bank case two days ago, first cursed a few merchants, then turned directly and pointed his finger at the officialdom.

The poison of speech corruption has not disappeared, the old fashion is raging, some people will not change their nature, do not read the words of the emperor Taizu, and embezzle the people's fat and people's anointing.

In the end, I would like to conclude with one sentence: Although the civil disorder in Chongzhen was called a natural disaster, it was actually a man-made disaster.

"When it comes to innovation, half a sentence is inseparable from the ancestral system. When it comes to corruption, you don't hear about the ancestors."

"The ancestral system is like a foot wipe, throw it away after use—"

Spicy comments, extra refreshing.

It was like scolding some people's three inches. The young Hanlin were extremely excited and felt incredible.

Isn't the communiqué written according to the script?Why are there still comments and scolding?
Shi Potian is shocked, Shi Potian is shocked!

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to Zhongtang.

That's the position of cabinet ministers.

Even though Wang Fuzhi was in his thirties at this time, he was still in high spirits, feeling a rush of excitement from his heels to the back of his head.

"Bitter too!"

In the middle hall, the four members of the cabinet looked at each other with bitterness on their faces.

The Daming Gazette was originally hung under their banner, and they will definitely take the blame for it.

"What do you mean, Your Majesty?" Zhang Shenyan trembled, his lips trembling slightly.

The distribution over the years has allowed the Daming Gazette to be passed on to the world. Not to mention anything else, all county and government offices must subscribe, and its impact is extremely great.

"Your Majesty may have opinions on the administration of officials."

Yan Chongxin shook his head, and said helplessly: "That's right, although it is more convenient to appoint officials from the former dynasty, there are many disasters."

"These years have been busy with the war, but Shaowu's new policy has not been implemented much."

"That's right." Zhao Shu nodded and sighed, "The only ones who have re-registered are Huguang and Jiangnan provinces, as well as Shuntian Prefecture..."