Daming heir

Chapter 203 The Old Thing That Was Bad Ass

The spring breeze brings the water vapor from the Yangtze River into the elegant house.

Zhao Mian, who had never seen the scene of fishermen throwing nets across the river, looked sideways at the old Confucian scholars who had come from afar.

These few are all famous Confucian scholars among the scholars in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the countryside on weekdays, there is never a shortage of disciples and disciples who are studying and serving. Countless young scholars in the whole of Jiangnan, and even the whole world, hope to follow these people.

They are in the south of the Yangtze River, and they can exercise long-arm jurisdiction over the entire world of scholarly Confucianism.

The old Confucian who claimed that this Enke was both a crisis and an opportunity glanced at Liu Sanwu, who was on the spot.

The old Confucian did not have the slightest nervousness and hesitation that ordinary people feel when they meet an official.

More of a self-confidence and a calm demeanor.

"Since His Majesty opened the Enke, it is a good thing for us and other scholars in the world. How many students who have exhausted their books can finally take advantage of this opportunity to gain fame, enter the court, and contribute to the world's society."

Following the old Confucianism's opening, there was a burst of echo from the people present.

"Our generation of scholars should serve the country."

The old Confucianism continued: "Your Majesty wants to fully fill the vacancies of officials in the court, and the number of people employed will definitely not be small. The number of people who will be used in this department will probably increase."

Having said that, the old Confucian looked at Zhao Mian, Minister of the Household Department, in front of him.

Zhao Mian hastily bowed slightly and nodded: "Although there are alternate officials in the imperial court, there has been a lot of lack of officials in the localities these years, and this time half of the Zhejiang Road is gone. In any case, if you want to fill up the officials according to what your majesty said If there is a shortage, it is impossible to recruit scholars in this department."

The old Confucian nodded, and then looked at Liu Sanwu: "In this case, you should fight for the position of the chief examiner of this examination."

The examinations held in Yingtian City are usually organized with the support of the Ministry of Rites, and most of the ministers of the Ministry of Rites are the chief examiners of the examinations.

But relatively speaking, the candidate for the chief examiner of the examination can also be chosen from among those who are proficient in Confucianism in the court and in the middle of the country.

Coincidentally, Liu Sanwu is a member of Zhongshushe and a master of Confucianism.

As long as he opened his mouth and said that he wanted to take the position of the chief examiner of this subject, there would definitely not be too many objections from the court.

Several old Confucian scholars seemed to have known this suggestion, explaining that they looked at Liu Sanwu calmly.

Liu Sanwu, who was nearly eighty years old, looked like a student in front of these old Confucians, and said with a chuckle, "Do you think I can be the master examiner?"

Someone immediately opened his mouth: "Why not?"

The old Confucian who was the first to speak also nodded and said: "Only by winning the seat of the main examiner of this subject, we can take care of it calmly."

Zhao Mian on the side couldn't help turning his head to look over, he had vaguely guessed what the thoughts and ideas of these old gentlemen were, and couldn't help but glanced at Liu Sanwu.

After pondering for a while, Liu Sanwu said in a low voice: "This subject...does not show respect, why do more of my Jiangnan students get on the top of the gold list?"

Several old Confucianists nodded in agreement at the same time.

"In the past, we always had to worry about the dignity of people in the world, but this is different. His Majesty wants to fill the official vacancies with talented scholars. This is a real benefit."

"Zhejiang Dao is promoting such reforms, and it even has the idea of ​​promoting the world. Your Majesty uses Enke to divert the attention of us and the people of the world, so we have no choice but to disregard our dignity."

"Just wait until all of my Jiangnan students are on the gold list and select local officials for vacancies, then the reform can be handled calmly in the future!"

It seems that this is also the method discussed in advance by several Confucian scholars who rushed to Yingtian.

Zhao Mian was the youngest person present, and immediately said: "How to deal with His Majesty's desire to reform?"

Regardless of whether Enke is opened this year, or how the scholars from Jiangnan make the list, the reason why they gather here is because of the land taxation and business tax reforms that are currently being implemented in Zhejiang Road.

Several old Confucian scholars looked at each other and smiled, as if the problem that caused Zhao Mian and Liu Sanwu a headache was a trivial matter that could be resolved easily with their hands.

"First, Your Majesty uses Enke to divert attention, and we can take this opportunity to push Jiangnan scholars into the court and turn Enke into an opportunity for Jiangnan scholars!"

"Secondly, my Jiangnan scholars will enroll in the imperial examination this year and become officials in the court. Next year, His Majesty will implement taxation reforms in the world and check the acres of land. There are these young scholars who have just entered the official career, and I have been waiting for these years. There are old friends and disciples in the court. How to change the taxation and how far it can be changed, isn’t it still up to me to wait for the people in the world to have the final say?”

Zhao Mian had already stood up, refilling tea for several old gentlemen and seniors.

After pouring hot tea into several teacups, Zhao Mian bent over and asked with a smile: "Sirs, what Your Majesty wants to do, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to change it."

"Zhao Shangshu is trying to test me?"

An old Confucianist was drinking tea, and glanced at Zhao Mian lightly.

Zhao Mian immediately squeezed out a smile: "Students dare not."

The old Confucian put down his teacup: "What is the root of this Zhejiang Dao reform?"

"In Daotianmu, Zhejiang, merchants in the middle of the city of Fuxian County, merchants in the four directions of freight." Zhao Mian answered in a low voice, as if he was enlightened at home when he was a child, and answered respectfully when facing his husband's questions.

The old Confucian smiled and stroked his beard: "It is precisely here. It is precisely because of this that the imperial court can only carry out the collection of taxes according to the number of acres of land. But what if those acres are gone? What will the imperial court do?" taxation?"

Zhao Mian's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted in his heart that he was really a fan of the authorities, and he never thought of this.

And another old Confucian said with a smile: "With the exception of Enke this year, only Zhejiang Province will implement taxation reform. Your Majesty will only implement the results in Zhejiang Province before implementing it. This year is an opportunity for us to wait. Take it easy."

Another person took the words: "Plant trees in the fields near the mountains, raise fish in the land near the water, widen the fields, and level the fields to raise chickens and ducks. At that time, I will be an official in the south of the Yangtze River, and I will still follow the court's order to count the acres of land. , is still reporting the number of acres of local fields truthfully.”

The old Confucian who spoke first took up the words with a humming voice: "At that time, we only need to wait for the imperial court to determine the number of acres, and then those trees, pond fish, and chickens and ducks can all be removed."

Zhao Mian was terrified when he heard it, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

When he looked at the old gentlemen who greeted everyone with smiling faces, the Master Shangshu who was in charge of the household department of the Ming Dynasty finally understood why these old gentlemen were famous all over the world, had countless disciples and apprentices, and made him feel compelled to call him Mr. senior.

And Zhao Mian almost squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "Destroy the field!"

As long as the imperial court destroys all the previous good land when it checks the local land, it will not be registered and sent to the heaven.After the remaining fields are sent to Yingtian, those destroyed fields can be restored.

This is like the empty salary in the army.

Zhao Mian has already thought that when this matter is really done, those fields that have not been registered can be cultivated together with the fields that have been registered and sent back to heaven, and they will not have to pay a cent of taxes in an open and honest manner.

His back was numb.

Thinking that I am a dignified household secretary, I never even thought of this.

Zhao Mian gave a helpless wry smile.

However, an old Confucianist snorted coldly, with displeasure on his face: "Why is it destroying the land! The court has its difficulties, and we are aware of them. Everyone in the world knows that the court is difficult. Difficult, it is even more difficult for those of us who study hard!"

"With one more ration, there will be as many reading seeds in the world. For the world's reading seeds, for the world's society, we must think about this matter no matter what."

Zhao Mian frowned slightly, sighed silently after a long time, and raised his arms: "Students are taught."

Several old Confucian scholars nodded in satisfaction when they saw that the Hubu Shangshu had accepted their ideas.

Then he looked at Liu Sanwu from Zhongshushe.

"At this point, we have to start working on how to get the position of Enke Examiner this year."

Liu Sanwu immediately said: "The Ministry of Rites has been vacant for many years. Now the Ministry of Rites is supported by the Minister of Rites, Ren Hengtai. Ren Shilang has been in the Ministry of Rites for many years. His virtues are solid, his knowledge is profound, and he is highly valued by His Majesty. If the guess is correct, Enke will be the chief examiner this year. Your Majesty is for Ren Hengtai."

"Then suppress him!" An old Confucian bluntly said that he would suppress a servant who is in charge of the affairs of the Ministry of Rites.

Liu Sanwu shook his head: "Ren Hengtai did everything right in the past, and almost couldn't find faults and defects, so it's hard to make this happen."

"I also have many old friends and students waiting in the Metropolitan Procuratorate. This year, His Majesty opened Enke. It is absolutely impossible for the chief examiner to impeach him."

Liu Sanwu raised his head: "Do you want the censors to impeach him?"

"My husband and I have been studying abroad this year, and I will help you now. First, I will get the master examiner. Don't interfere with this matter, lest His Majesty will stare at you."

Liu Sanwu thought about it, and felt that this was a feasible solution, so he finally nodded.

On the other side, Zhao Mian, the Secretary of the Household Department who looked out of the window from time to time, called out in a low voice: "How come there are so many boats!"

Everyone immediately followed his gaze and looked out the window.

I saw a large group of fishing boats suddenly appeared on the river in the distance outside the window.

A famous boatman stood at the stern of the boat supporting the river boat, while fishermen in front of the boat kept throwing huge fishing nets onto the river.

"At this time, when the fish are plump and full of seeds, the people don't know how to let the fish breed more. Such exhaustive fishing will not last long. In this case, I want to wait for scholars to educate them. "

Inside Yashe, an old Confucianist was speaking calmly.

……

"A bunch of ass-bad old bastards!"

On the distant Yangtze River, on a riverboat surrounded by all the surrounding riverboats intentionally or unintentionally, behind the open window under the black shed in the middle of the hull came Zhu Yunxie's low curse.

Jin Yiwei's deputy, Qianhu Sun Cheng, was sitting on a small stool, cooking a stewed fish stone pot in front of him.

Open the lid, and a fresh fragrance wafts out.

It caused Tang Queqing and Mu Caiyun, who were sitting next to them, to subconsciously lick their lips and teeth.

The 23rd prince of Ming Dynasty, Zhu Gong, who was on the side, had already picked up the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, and his index finger moved wildly.

Zhu Yunxi stared at Yingtian City in the distance through the window of the ship.

Where is the location of Waijinchuanmen Longwan Wharf, and behind it is the Lion Rock.

There is an elegant house on Lion Rock!
(End of this chapter)