Brother Zhu Youxiao

Chapter 343 East Palace Lecturer
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In the Eastern Palace, when the sound of an arrow hitting the target was heard, Zhu Ciran, who was wearing a red round collar robe, was practicing archery at the target five steps away with a half-strength bow and arrow.

It's just that Zhu Ciran was a little absent-minded, every time after shooting an arrow, he always looked aside subconsciously.

As far as he could see, Jin Xuan was standing there, but his brows were tightly frowned and his eyes were empty, as if he was thinking about something.

"Sir, my archery class is over!"

Zhu Ciran lowered the bow and arrow in his hand, and spoke to Jin Xuan who was not far away, and Jin Xuan also reacted at this moment.

He walked to the archery target, looked at the arrows on the archery target, nodded slightly, then turned to look at Zhu Ciran.

Although he had a sad face, he still praised Zhu Ciran for his hard work:

"Your Highness has done a good job. It seems that today we can go to the inner city to observe the people."

"Okay!" Zhu Ciran jumped up when he heard this, and turned his head to look at the dozen or so eunuchs behind him in the next second.

In front of the dozen or so eunuchs stood two high-ranking eunuchs, namely Li Chaoqin and Tu Wenfu under Wei Zhongxian's command.

"Hurry up, hurry up, prepare the carriage, I want to go to the inner city with my husband."

"The servants take orders..." Li Chaoqin and Tu Wenfu smiled on the surface, but in fact they turned their heads coldly, and the more than ten eunuchs behind them saw this and immediately sent someone to arrange it.

Zhu Ciran may be too young to notice the changes between the two, but Jin Xuan is not.

He was keenly aware of the changes in the two of them, and felt a little uncomfortable.

The education he has received is not the traditional way of Confucius and Mencius, but this does not mean that he can accept eunuchs.

In the education received by Yanshan students, the most important sentence is "professional ministers, distant villains", and "Being a Teacher" is an article that must be recited every month.

In Jin Xuan's view, his disciple was born in the royal family, which is both good luck and bad luck.

Fortunately, his father and uncle created a peaceful and prosperous age of great martial arts for him.

The bad luck is that his uncle is "Zhu Di", but his father is not "Zhu Yuanzhang".

It is not a good thing for a dynasty that the master is weak and the minister is strong.

What's more, when Jin Xuan was in politics class, he memorized a sentence written by Zhu Youjian in the textbook very carefully.

"If there is no external trouble, there must be internal trouble..."

Is there any foreign trouble in Daming right now?Of course there were, but whether it was Jianlu, Beilu, Xifan, or Dongyu, they were not enough to cause fatal damage to Ming Dynasty.

What can really kill Da Ming is often the infighting within Da Ming...

It is true that King Qi is the person Jin Xuan respects the most, and Jin Xuan also very much hopes that King Qi will sit on the throne, because he also thinks that the emperor is sometimes greedy for pleasure.

But right now, he is not only a minister, but also a teacher...

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and glanced at Zhu Ciran who was playing with the bow and arrow in his hand.

Looking at the other party, Jin Xuan was a little sad because although he knew that King Qi was a loyal minister and had no intention of taking the throne, there were too many people who wanted King Qi to sit on the throne.

If people who had this kind of thinking in the past, such as Man Gui, Sun Yingyuan, Huang Long, etc., were all out to protect themselves, then the new officials from Yanshan did not think so.

Jin Xuan understands why everyone doesn't think so, it's a very realistic question, they think too well of Daming and the emperor.

The same goes for Jin Xuan. In the various textbooks written by King Qi in Yanshan, they are full of the emperor's good intentions for them, how much the emperor loves the people...

This kind of education full of patriotism and love for the emperor made many Yanshan officials have great hope and admiration for the emperor Zhu Youxiao before they left the Yanshan Academy. Mention, most of them Qi Wang Zhu Youjian is grateful and respectful.

It’s just that, when creating a persona, once there is a sense of discord between the created person and the persona, an atmosphere of disillusionment will appear.

After many Yanshan students became officials, they struggled in the court and the local government for several years, and gradually discovered that the so-called wise and powerful emperor who cared for the people did not actually care for the people as much as it appeared in the books.

There was a great hunger in Huaibei, and this case was fired up. After many Yanshan officials came into contact with this case and learned about the emperor's compromise, their hearts were a little shaken.

Especially after seeing Zhu Youxiao's move to build a palace once a month, their view of the emperor Zhu Youxiao was even more shattered.

Looking back, they discovered that the so-called person who fought for the country and worked for the people was actually Qi Wang Zhu Youjian who trained them to walk out of Yanshan. Their cognition was completely overturned.

From their point of view, King Qi is the person in the book, and the emperor is not worthy of the wise emperor in the book.

When the king of Qi was fighting abroad and was thinking about fighting for military pay, the emperor built civil engineering in the inner court and overhauled the three main halls.

When the king of Qi was out to help the victims and investigate corruption, the emperor rested and relaxed in the inner court.

When this shock of cognitive fragmentation occurred, many officials began to question the authority of the emperor.

They don't understand what Zhu Youxiao and Zhu Youjian have done, they just judge right from wrong from their own perspective and what they can see.

In this way, in their hearts, they naturally have no awe for Zhu Youxiao.

Since Jin Xuan became the lecturer of the East Palace, many people who used to have a good personal relationship with him gradually moved away from him. Many people also persuaded him to resign, expressing to the emperor that he was not competent, so as to protect themselves.

Even Bo Chengde, the magistrate of Daxing County, who was his close friend, persuaded him to leave the East Palace, because everyone could see that the East Palace would inevitably conflict with Prince Qi's Mansion in the future.

If it was the former Jin Xuan, he might have rejected this job, but when he wandered around the East Palace and saw a certain palace, his mind changed.

That palace is Xuqin Palace, once the palace of Qi Wang Zhu Youjian.

Since King Qi moved out of the palace, the palace has been locked all year round, and the guards of the East Palace are patrolling the gate.

Although Jin Xuan is a civil servant, don't forget that he also came from Yanshan, and his skills are not bad.

After spending some thought, he entered the Xuqin Palace. After seeing some of the living environment and decorations that King Qi used to live in, he gave up his previous thoughts.

There are not many things in Xuqin Palace, one copy of "The Complete Map of Kunyu and Ten Thousand Kingdoms" written by King Qi, and one copy of the memorials that Zhu Youjian sorted out and put on the bookshelf.

Jin Xuan read those memorials, and found that when Zhu Youjian handled the memorials in Jianguo, he would often start with "Long Live" and always start with "Long Live and Gu...".

In the reply receipt of the processing content of the memorials, each memorial also has an annotation sent to the Supervisor of Rites.

In other words, even if Zhu You inspected and supervised the country, if his name and self-proclaim were not written in the memorials he handled, others would not know whether the memorials were handled by King Qi or the emperor.

In a disguised form, Zhu Youjian is giving way.

After reading these memorials, Jin Xuan no longer felt that Qi Wang Zhu Youjian was greedy for the throne, and he even saw a lot of Zhu Youjian's handling of the feudal king's innovation in the memorials.

In those treatments, Jin Xuan can clearly see that Zhu Youjian is very concerned about the affairs of some vassal kings, and he himself is a member of the vassal kings.

That is to say, Zhu Youjian didn't think about staying in Daming, and he stayed in Daming right now, just to stabilize the situation...

"Your Highness, Mr. Jin, the carriage is ready..."

Tu Wenfu's words brought Jin Xuan back to reality. He glanced at Tu Wenfu, saluted back, and followed Zhu Ciran to the gate of the East Palace.

Tu Wenfu looked at his back, his smile gradually turned cold, and at this time Li Chaoqin also came up and said:
"On the surface, you've done a good job, but you still look down on us eunuchs..."

"This man is not easy to deal with. Let him teach the prince. I'm afraid that in the future..." Tu Wenfu said three points, but Li Chaoqin understood the meaning, and he couldn't help frowning:
"Electing him to be the crown prince's lecturer is a matter decided by Long Live. Besides, Yanshan and King Qi are still behind him. You and I are small and humble, so we can't do anything to him."

"Alas..." Tu Wenfu also sighed when he heard the words, and then he could only shake his head and follow up with Jin Xuan and Li Chaoqin.

Jin Xuan helped Zhu Ciran get into the carriage, while he stood beside the window.

"Sir, won't you get in the car?" Zhu Ciran asked ignorantly, but Jin Xuan bowed back and said:
"The lower officials are foreign ministers. In the inner and outer courts, only Long Live and a few His Royal Highnesses can ride in the chariot."

"Then Uncle Qi can do it too?" Zhu Ciran became interested, and Jin Xuan also patiently explained:

"His Royal Highness King Qi is a close relative of Long Live, and also a prince. Not only can he ride a carriage in the outer court, but he can also ride an elephant."

"That's it..." Zhu Ciran nodded, and then he lay down on the car window and chatted with Jin Xuan without saying a word.

"Sir, is the inner city fun?"

"In the inner city, most of the dignitaries and wealthy businessmen in the capital, as well as officials at all levels, live in the inner city, and there is less civil fireworks..."

"Then can we go to the outer three cities?"

"The three outer cities are mixed with fish and dragons, and His Highness is still young. When His Highness is older, the officials will take His Highness down."

"Then when can I go outside the capital?"

"Your Highness needs to be bigger..."

"How old do you have to be to go outside the capital?"

"Wait until His Highness binds his hair (fifteen), and the next official will take His Highness down..."

"Will the gentleman be replaced like the other gentlemen?"

"It depends on Long Live..."

The two masters and apprentices chatted back and forth, and soon the carriage arrived at Donghua Gate, and at Donghua Gate, there were already more than ten Jinyiwei and more than a hundred soldiers from Wanping Camp waiting.

As soon as Jin Xuan took Zhu Ciran out of the Donghua Gate, the hundred households in Jinyiwei stepped forward and handed out the badge of Prince Qi's Mansion, and after Jin Xuan took it, the other party also said:

"According to Commander Li's instructions, I will come to defend His Highness."

"Thank you..." Hearing this, Jin Xuan handed back the token, and then wandered around the inner city with Zhu Ciran in the guard camp of more than a hundred people.

Although there were not a few courts that exploited the people in the past dynasties, the rulers in the middle and late Ming Dynasty carried out good innovations.

In the reign of Tianqi, Zhu Youjian Shangshu canceled Liao pay and exempted several miscellaneous items. In fact, many people's lives were relatively moist.

At this time, the people also had to perform voluntary service for state affairs, but according to the policy formulated by Zhu Youjian, even if they were serving corvee, the government had to pay a daily salary of five cents.

There is not much money, but at least it will not let the people in corvee work for nothing.

At the same time, such regulations also made many officials who did not dare to violate discipline reduce the chances of letting common people participate in corvee.

Therefore, even in the inner city, you can actually see many people who come to hang out in the inner city.

There are also many ordinary people who bought houses in the inner city even though they couldn't dress well.

Among the passers-by, many people looked at Zhu Ciran's convoy curiously, and Jin Xuan and others did not scold him.

The social ethos of the late Ming Dynasty gradually opened up, without so many rules in the early Ming Dynasty, there was an endless stream of people secretly wearing official uniforms, offering uniforms, and buying helmets.

Beijing's commercial transactions were not among the top five in the Ming Dynasty during the Wanli period, but with the rise of various institutions in the Royal Horse Supervisor and Tianjin Shipyard, new jobs have added a large number of people to the capital.

"Your Highness, do you know how many people there are in the capital?"

While walking, Jin Xuan asked Zhu Ciran who was on the carriage, but Zhu Ciran was stunned when he heard the words, scratched his head and said distressedly: "Mother said it, but I forgot."

"To date, there are more than 120 million people..." Jin Xuan taught and reminded:
"Among the more than one million people, more than 50 live outside the four cities of the capital, while less than [-] people can live in the capital."

"Among the 50 people, there are nearly 20 people in the southern city, [-] in the east and [-] in the east, and more than [-] in the inner city."

"The 10 people in the inner city are actually the richest people in Ming Dynasty..."

Jin Xuan said, and Zhu Ciran also looked around the street.

Yu Yu has added a large number of jobs around the capital, so the business of the capital has also developed, and there are even signs of surpassing that of Nanjing.

On both sides of the streets in the inner city, many people were pushing traders to pick goods through the streets and alleys. Zhu Ciran looked at an oil seller, pointed at him and said, "Sir, what is this man picking?"

"Send him over..." Jin Xuan looked at the Jin Yiwei next to him, and the Jin Yiwei stopped the oil seller after hearing the words.

The oil seller was so frightened that he froze in place, and then, amidst Jin Yiwei's shouts, he came over carrying a heavy oil can.

He gently put down the oil pot on the pole, and then he was about to kneel on the ground, but Jin Xuan said:
"Just stand and answer..."

"Yes... yes..." The oil seller was stunned, and the people around him also looked at him, wondering how a dignified man with hundreds of soldiers would call an oil seller to come forward.

"What did you pick?" Jin Xuan naturally knew what the other party was picking, but he was teaching Zhu Ciran.

The oil seller is about fifty years old, wearing ordinary rough clothes, with a rough cloth around his waist to wipe his sweat.

Facing Jin Xuan's question, the oil seller was stunned for a moment, and could only answer in a low voice: "My lord, Caomin picked oil..."

"Are these things heavy?" Zhu Ciran couldn't wait for Jin Xuan to ask, so he asked quickly.

"About two hundred catties..." The oil seller replied in a low voice, fearing that this group of dignitaries would be noisy, but Zhu Ciran was speechless when he heard the words: "So heavy?"

"It's not very heavy, but it's heavier when you go out. When you come to the inner city, there are more people who buy it, and the more you pick it, the lighter it becomes..." Seeing that Zhu Ciran and Jin Xuan didn't have any malicious intentions, the oil seller relaxed a little. Some.

"You have to sell oil every month? How much money can you make a month?" Jin Xuan knew the oil seller's income well, but he deliberately asked Zhu Ciran.

Facing his question, the oil seller wiped the sweat from his hands before replying:

"It's not sold every month. It's sold for about three days a month. After excluding the cost, you can earn three or four taels of silver..."

"That's all?" Zhu Ciran couldn't believe it, and when he heard that the other party only sold it for three days a month, he said in distaste:
"Why are you so lazy? There are 30 days in a month, but you only sell for three days. If you sell for 30 days, wouldn't you be able to earn dozens of taels of silver?"

"This..." The oil seller was speechless by Zhu Ciran's innocent words, but Jin Xuan said with a smile: "If there is any difficulty, just say it..."

"This..." The oil seller hesitated again and again, and finally said: "My lord, it's not that the grass people are lazy, but that the grass people and their families have to sort out the [-] acres of land at home, and then press the ripe peanuts for oil."

"Thirty mu of peanuts can produce forty shi, and forty shi of peanuts can only yield [-] oil. These [-] oil are only enough for the grassroots to sell for three days a month..."

"Thirty acres of land? Do you have so much land?" Zhu Ciran was surprised by many things when talking with commoners for the first time, but the oil seller said to his question:
"There are ten people in the Caomin family, and the whole family depends on growing peanuts and extracting oil for a living."

"Ten people..." Zhu Ciran made the calculations, and said after a while, "That's three mu per person? How much?"

"Three mu of land was given by the King of Qi. In the past, Caomin's family of ten had only four mu of land..." Zhu Ciran nodded his head at the oil seller's words, and asked curiously:
"People like you should be regarded as people with a relatively poor life?"

"I..." The oil seller looked at Jin Xuan, and Jin Xuan comforted him, "I will tell you the truth..."

"Yes..." The oil seller nodded his head, and said to Zhu Ciran, "The grassroots people are already living relatively well among the common people."

"Caomin's hometown is Xuanfu, Shanxi. The people there only have eight or nine taels of silver for a year of hard work, and they have to pay the government three taels of silver and land tax."

"To pay so much?" Zhu Ciran asked back: "Then why don't they sell oil?"

"There are a lot of sales, and the government collects a lot. Besides, there is a lot of oil, and no one buys it." When the oil seller said this, Jin Xuan also knew that he couldn't let him talk anymore, and immediately took out more than a hundred coins and said:
"Okay, go ahead and sell oil, this is delaying your hard-earned money selling oil, please bother you."

"Where is it, my lord..." The oil seller was frightened by Jin Xuan's money, and he held it in his hand, neither refunding nor accepting it, until Jin Xuan signaled the convoy to leave, and he carefully accepted the money.

After accepting the money, he continued to pick up his flagon and walked towards the street.

But when he was leaving, Zhu Ciran was puzzled and said: "Why did you drive him away, sir? Don't let the disciples ask again."

"If you ask too much, His Highness will bring him trouble." Jin Xuan sighed, but Zhu Ciran was puzzled.

He is still too young, so he doesn't know why asking questions will bring trouble to others, but in the words just now, he heard the figure of his uncle, so he asked curiously:

"Sir, I think they are very grateful to Uncle Qi, but why didn't they thank Daddy?"

In a word, Li Chaoqin and Tu Wenfu, who were following them, almost stopped breathing. They waited quietly for Jin Xuan to clear the siege, but Jin Xuan said:
"Long live's kindness to the people does not need to be said with the mouth, it is hidden in the bottom of my heart..."

"Oh..." Zhu Ciran didn't quite understand this sentence, but Li Chaoqin and Tu Wenfu behind him smiled wryly in their hearts.

There is no need to speak out what to say, but to hide it in the bottom of your heart. In fact, the common people don't know what the emperor has done to them to be grateful for.

Let's talk about reducing or exempting Liao's salary and miscellaneous items. In fact, corrupt officials have been secretly collecting Liao's salary, and the people also think that this is just an arrangement of the emperor and the court.

The people will only be grateful for how much tax is reduced for a while, but the people will never forget such things as the distribution of fields.

Moreover, due to the corruption of corrupt officials, Zhu Youxiao, as the emperor, did not let the people feel much tax reduction or exemption, which is why he was so angry after knowing the bad income.

It's not that Zhu Youjian didn't give credit to Zhu Youxiao, it's just that he couldn't catch it, and after he couldn't catch it, Zhu Youjian needed to wipe his ass. In this way, the people only remembered Zhu Youjian who finally dealt with corrupt officials. By inspection.

This is why Feng Shuan believed that the hearts of the people are on Zhu Youjian.

"Sir, I see that the people are very happy when they talk about the fields. Do you think the people will be grateful to the court if the court grants each of them ten acres of land?"

Zhu Ciran spoke suddenly, and keenly felt the people's desire for the land, but what he said later was a bit naive, but for his age, such words were not bad.

Hearing what he said, Jin Xuan also felt that today was not in vain, so he explained to him by the way:

"If it is really possible, then the people will naturally be grateful to the court, but this cannot be done."

"As of now, the number of acres of land in my Ming Dynasty is only more than [-] million acres, and there are already more than [-] million registered people."

"Ten mu per person, where should we get the [-] million mu of land that is missing?"

The Jiaozhi and Xiaoxiyang inspectors handed in their yellow books, so the amount of arable land in Daming officially increased to 7000 million mu, which Jin Xuan only recently learned about.

He told Zhu Ciran about these things, and although Zhu Ciran didn't know what [-] million and [-] million were, he could tell that there was a big difference.

He nodded ignorantly, and then said: "Did Uncle Qi distribute three acres of land to every commoner?"

"This..." Jin Xuan was stopped by the question, because he knew that apart from Liaodong, Hexi, Jiugang, Annan, and Xiaoxiyang Chengxuan, other places dare not say that each person owns three acres of land.

In the Ming Dynasty, less than 5 million mu of land was in the hands of the imperial court, and the remaining [-] million mu of land was actually still in the hands of powerful gentry.

When it comes to gentry tyranny and power struggle, Jin Xuan thinks it is not time to tell Zhu Ciran, so he can only say:
"His Royal Highness Qi said that each commoner will be given three acres of land, and this may only be possible when you grow up, Your Highness."

Zhu Youjian never said this sentence, but Jin Xuan was planting seeds in Zhu Ciran's heart.

Sure enough, when Zhu Ciran heard Jin Xuan's words, he said simply:
"Then I want to grow up quickly. When I grow up, the common people will have three acres of land, and everyone will be happy..."

"It's like this..." Jin Xuan responded with a smile, but he felt a little sad in his heart.

"If things were really that simple, then His Royal Highness King Qi wouldn't have to fight with the gentry for so long..."

　The update in the afternoon should be fixed at [-] o'clock. I am too busy with work recently, and I really can't take care of it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)