General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 183
It is like a golden hoop locked on the heads of the gentry all over the world.

Here lies what Ji Gentleman really fears.

Free the tenants from what they are bound to.

Those who have some contacts in the court and can know the situation of Xishan are the most fearful.

Even those small and medium landlords are keenly aware of the inevitable fluctuations in grain prices during the summer harvest.

This is a gamble between the Jiajing banker and the world's gentry.

Ning Jue, Zhu Zaiyan, Zhang Juzheng, Gao Gong, and Xin Fa are all pawns that Jiajing forces the gentry to place bets on.

As expected by Jiajing, the granaries in Beijing and Beiji almost always took away as much grain as they put out.

In the ruling and opposition parties, only the Yan family and the Xu family did not follow suit.

Cabinet value.

Seeing the calm Yan Song, Xu Jie finally couldn't sit still.

"Old Yan Ge, you and I assist the government together, and should attack and retreat together, why do you..."

Yan Song looked up at Xu Jie with some doubts and asked, "Zisheng, when did the old man leave you and run away?"

Xu Jie lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "Mr. Yan Ge, the price of food outside the city, isn't it scary? I haven't slept for several nights."

"Hey, you told me earlier, I have a prescription for calming the nerves soup, you go back and take the medicine according to the prescription, and I will guarantee that you, Xu Zisheng, will sleep until dawn."

Saying that, Yan Song went to touch the prescription in his pocket.

While touching his mouth, he was still muttering: "This man is getting old, so he needs to use more soup and medicine to recuperate."

Seeing Yan Song pretending to be stupid, Xu Jie almost burst into tears.

"Old Yan Ge! It's not that I can't sleep! I'm afraid that one day you and I won't be able to sleep!"

Yan Song stopped searching for the prescription in his pocket, then sighed and said: "People of my age have already seen it off. Luckily, Zisheng is getting older, and sooner or later he has to take care of these things, or he will scare himself to death sooner or later."

Xu Jie was twitched by the corner of Yan Songzuo's mouth.

You, Yan Song, are 71 this year.

I'm only fifty!

"You always tell me the truth, does Jun father know about these things outside?"

Yan Song seemed to be very happy to see Xu Jie's appearance, so he just replied with a smile: "As a subject, how can we speculate on our own will?"

After being silent for a long time in the hut, Xu Jie looked at Yan Song and said, "Old Yan Ge, after the Enrong Banquet, some ministers discussed going to the palace once, and many colleagues wanted to go with them, you...?"

This is Xu Jie's last resort.

Use Yan Song's attitude towards this matter to guess what kind of tone Yan Song found out.

Seeing Xu Jie, Yan Song looked at him with a smile and said: "As the head of the outer court, the old man should be a model for the outer court. At this age, it is not in vain to be able to share blood with the younger generations. This life."

Yan Song was like a tourist group for the elderly, his face was full of excitement, as if he was not in the court.

When Xu Jie heard this, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Now you remember that you are the Chief of the Outer Court?
Why didn't you think about it when the emperor killed Xia Yan? !

As the trend of grain prices in the world became more and more strange, Zou Wang and the other three, all of whom were grain merchants, also clearly sensed that something was wrong.

Ever since there was a grain merchant in the world, it has always been that the grain is cheap in good years and expensive in bad years. Even if the dynasty changes, it can't get out of this fixed number.

As they saw more and more people in the capital.

The emotions of the three became more and more frightened.

Because they could clearly feel that, no matter whether it was the Six Departments and Nine Ministers, or the son who entered the capital, everyone carried a little murderous aura.

"Donghu, why do I feel that this situation is not right?"

"If it doesn't work, let's go back, go back, go home..."

Hua Linxiang did not expect to see such a scene after entering Beijing.

These three people also claimed to have seen a big scene, but when they really came to the court hall, they could clearly feel that the aura in their whole body was suppressed.

Zou Wang lowered his head and said, "Did Xiao Ge deliver the post?"

"Don't mention it, no one sees us at all, and we are treated like monkeys in the Ministry of Rites every day. There are more than one or two people in this capital who want our lives..."

It wasn't until this moment that the three of them came to their senses a little bit, not to mention that the emperor couldn't suppress these nobles.

Do you want to take your three elder brothers as the former envoys of Gui E and Zhang Fujing?

"Donghu, in my opinion, it's really not possible, so let's give Huang Gonggong some money, at least let us meet Junfu first."

Food is the foundation of a country.

If food prices continue to fluctuate like this, sooner or later the foundation of the country will be shaken.

The three of them even regretted having rashly swallowed up the properties of these nobles.

If something really happened to Daming, Zou Wang didn't dare to think about it.

"Tonight, I will send someone to Huang's house. No matter what, we must find a day for the three of us to meet His Majesty."
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In the Ming Dynasty, the Enrong Banquet was held with the Ministry of Rites, and the Chinese Army Governor's Mansion directly opposite the Ministry of Rites held the Yingyang Banquet for the martial arts in the same year.

The emperor was supposed to drink with the important ministers of the court and the new scholars.

It's just that after Renyin, Jiajing didn't even have any interest in going to court, let alone eating and drinking here.

At the Yingyang banquet, a group of warriors competed after drinking too much, and the competition was very lively.

But all the Jinshi Wenju at the Enrong Banquet across the road seemed to be coming for a funeral, and they all suffered and hated each other deeply.

Until those warriors were exhausted and ready to leave, there was a clear sound of throwing cups.

"Everyone is in the same year! The country is in dire straits! All the gentry in the world are waiting for the summer harvest to rip off the common people. How can you and I sit idly by?!"

Wang Shizhen stood on the stool and yelled loudly at the Wen Jinshi in front of him.

On the opposite side of the Yingyang Banquet, many Wu Jinshi who had already stepped out of their legs took their legs back one after another, and Qi Jiguang was naturally among them.

Wearing Jinshi scarf uniform, Xu Xuemo, Wang Shizhen's old friend, also raised his arms and echoed: "All generations pay homage to this move. If there are those who do not fight hard, let's fight together!"

"Mr. Ding, is this...?"

Qi Jiguang looked at Xu Yande behind him in astonishment.

Drunk-eyed Xu Yande hiccupped and said: "Fu Que shakes the door, just get used to it, the Meridian Gate has to quarrel several times every year."

A group of Wu Jinshi couldn't help shaking their heads.

At the Enrong Banquet, except for those few disciples of Yan Song who had been echoing like soy sauce, there was only one person sitting in the corner motionless.

"Hai Gangfeng, don't you want to seek justice for the people of the world?!"

Hai Rui raised his head and said, "Of course I want to."

Hearing that Hai Rui, who was the least gregarious in this subject, spoke up, all worries in Wang Shizhen's heart were completely swept away.

For these scholar-bureaucrats, this is not an admonition.

But a showdown.

The extremely weird food prices in the capital are their confidence.

This time, they didn't plan to stop at the Meridian Gate, but planned to break into Xiyuan directly to face the saint.

Only if you are ready to make the world chaotic.

Only then can Jiajing sit down and have a good talk with them.

Your Majesty, you don't want your Zhu family to be in chaos, do you?

It's just that the reality is far more cruel than they imagined.

Because they were still greeted by the three tightly closed doorways of the Meridian Gate.

Gao Zhong yawned, stretched his waist and asked Ti Wei beside him boredly: "This is the first time this year, write it down."

"Here."

Then Gao Zhong looked at Yan Song and said with a smile: "Yo, Mr. Yan Ge, you are here, the emperor has a decree to give you a seat."

Yan Song smiled at Xu Jie, and then sat down on the bench Gao Zhong brought.

Seeing this scene, Xu Jie's heart immediately turned cold.

It's not that Xu Jie didn't expect that when he saw Yan Song's indifferent attitude when he was in the cabinet, Xu Jie already guessed that Jiajing was prepared.

It's just that Xu Jie didn't want to believe it.

Because this is a blow that the scholar-bureaucrats in the world tried their best.

Jiajing still doesn't care if the trouble has reached this level?

It's better to be Emperor Xiaozong.

Xu Jie sighed, and then stood behind Yan Song like a retinue, watching the new scholars in front of him together.

In any case, Xu Jie still takes self-protection as his primary goal.

But this failure again and again caused Qingliu's voice in the court hall to become weaker and weaker, and Qingliu became weaker, that is, Xu Jie became weaker.

The moment Xu Jie stood behind Yan Song, Wang Shizhen gave Xu Jie a look of understanding.

After all, if Wang Shizhen was in Xu Jie's seat, he would choose the same way.

"Hawk Dog! Let's just say it, will you open this door today?"

Gao Zhong looked at Wang Shizhen sleepily and said, "Look at what you said, of course it's not open."

"Then it is possible to break open the gate of the sky with the blood of loyal ministers?"

Before Gao Zhong came back to his senses, Wang Shizhen slammed towards the Meridian Gate.
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Upstairs in the Wufeng Tower, Jiajing was watching the scene in front of him with narrowed eyes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, did you see Huang Jin, it really hit me."

"The emperor was joking, we gentlemen of Daming do have some backbone."

"If others saw it, they would really think that these people are all loyal ministers."

"..."

The master and servant asked and answered, as if this matter had nothing to do with them.

Wang Shizhen bumped his head against the rich gate of the Meridian Gate with wide-eyed anger.

Blood also splashed out.

It's just that it's still a bit difficult to kill him so easily, and Wang Shizhen just passed out.

After all, hitting a door is also a science, because the skull must not be cracked by itself, and hitting the wall to death is actually breaking the neck.

In this way, the direction of force and the material of the object being hit are very important.

There was only a muffled "Boom!" from the palace gate and then there was no sound.

Kneeling behind Jiajing's master and servant were Zou Wang, Ruan Bi and Hua Linxiang.

The way Wang Shizhen slammed into the door with red eyes, the three of them will remember for a lifetime.

It was just the appearance of the "jun father" in front of them that impressed them even more.

Because of the stories they read in history books.

Those who can watch ministers slamming doors and admonishing them like watching crickets are usually the subjugated kings in the series of Southern Dynasties.

What's even more frightening is that Jiajing really has a hole card in his hand.

It's all going on like this, and there is still a hole card, what kind of monsters are these!

While five people were eating melons in the Wufeng Building, Jiajing saw a middle-aged man in Jinshi scarf walking to the other side of the crowd.

I found an open place and knelt down and said loudly: "Student Citong was born as a Jinshi, 2 of the top three in the Gengxu Division, and Hai Rui, a Jinshi of the Ministry of Household Affairs, has a book to play!"

"Hai Rui, why don't you lie down with Yuanmei and the others?"

Hai Rui said in a loud voice: "I want to report to Mr. Xu Ge, because the students didn't ask the father to go to the mu, but to stop the sale of cheap food, so as to avoid the hunger and cold of the common people. Your name!"

Xu Xuemo supported the fainted Wang Shizhen, pointed at Hai Rui and said angrily, "Haigang Peak! You are making Your Majesty a Jie and Zhou! Do you want Your Majesty to be a fool?"

"If Your Majesty has listened to your slander, then you will be the most foolish emperor in the ages. Where is the problem of distributing the money to the mother, and what can the princes say?"

"Why can't we say that! There are thousands of tenant farmers on the abandoned land in Xishan. If the whole world is like this, whoever will cultivate it will be the foundation of the country..."

"The tenant farmers in Xishan have less corvée, why do they have to abandon their fields and live in peace?! Are the tenant farmers in Xishan all idiots?!"

There was a dead silence outside the noon gate.

Both Gao Zhong and Jiajing were stunned by Hai Rui's book.

If it wasn't for Hai Rui's maturity.

Jiajing thought it was Ning Jue who had escaped from prison and returned to Beijing.

(End of this chapter)