General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 228
There was a loud "Boom!" in the box.

Ning Jue was the only one standing in the huge box, while Yan Shifan sat slumped on the ground with a chair on his back.

Yan Shifan, who was knocked to the ground, immediately felt wet on his forehead, and raised his hand to touch it. Seeing the bleeding on his forehead, Yan Shifan could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

"The surname is Ning! Are you here to discuss matters, or are you here to find fault and fight?! I have been in the capital for so many years and have not suffered a disadvantage!"

He got up and raised his hand and overturned the wine table, everyone rushed forward when they saw this, Xu Fan and Zou Wang held Ning Jue, Zhang Juzheng and Gao Gong held Yan Shifan.

"It's his grandma's, Zhang Juzheng arguing against you two and pulling the other side?!"

Before Yan Shifan could finish cursing, Ning Jue already punched Xu Fan in the face again, and then fought Zou Wangshu out of the box.

Seeing this, Yan Shifan didn't care to hide it anymore, and started fighting with Zhang Juzheng and Gao Gong.

It's okay to eat in the private room, but it's too big for six people to fight.

The entire Liuquan residence was in chaos in an instant.

Yan Shifan's voice still echoed in Liu Quanju's center.

"Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng! I'm just telling you straight today, I'll let you know that I think highly of you, and send it to the cabinet tomorrow, and my father will sign it, it's a big deal!"

Just as the six of them were fighting fiercely, a censor stuck his head out from a box not far away.

After glancing at Xu Fan, he yelled loudly towards the next door.

"Where did the household department get so much money! How could the imperial court's money be so corrupt?! The two capitals and 13 provinces can't even pay the interest for a year without food or drink!"

"The annual income of the household department is 400 million taels in total! Leave it to the northwest for disaster relief, and the maximum amount will be 80 taels!"

"The 80 taels of silver are all exchanged for rice, which is only two taels of rice per day for one victim. Are you doing disaster relief or feeding chickens?!"

"..."

This loud shout was like a starting gun, and the originally quiet Liuquan residence suddenly became lively.

More and more Yan Dang and Qing Liu broke free from their boxes, pointed at each other and began to scold each other.

Qingliu is mostly scolding businessmen for colluding with the strict party to evacuate state funds.

The strict party led the businessmen to step on the clear stream and ignored the victims.

For a while, the restaurant was very lively.

On the contrary, it made Ning Jue feel that he was a bit out of tune with this group of people.

Zou Wang stepped forward and grabbed Ning Jue and said, "Sir, don't fight, we are here to discuss matters, it is really not going to work, you three go to the side hall to rest, I will be a mouse in the bellows, two heads If you are angry, just give me face."

Zou Wang and Liu Quanju's assistants pulled Ning Jue and Yan Shifan away from Yan Shifan and Xu Fan.

But he didn't take care of Liuquanju, which was like a hot kiln.

The shopkeeper of Liuquanju wept and ran to Zou Wang's side and said, "Besides Mr. Zou, so many nobles are fighting, our... this, small shop..."

"1000 taels." Zou Wang said with a smile.

The shopkeeper was startled for a moment, and then blurted out: "You smash it as you like!"

After finishing speaking, he personally held up a purple sand teapot and placed it in front of Zou Wang.

Zou Wang casually picked up the teapot and dropped it to the ground with a "slap", and retreated into a box that had been prepared earlier.

Not long after, the music that had stopped in Liuquan Residence was played again amidst the shouting and cursing of Yan Dang and Qingliu.

Zhang Juzheng, who was placed alone in the box, stared at the old phlegm and saliva flying out of the courtyard from time to time, and then he comforted: "Brother Ning, there will always be loyal people in the country."

"Loyal? They'd better be loyal."

"With them, it would be impossible for Xu Jie and Yan Song's scheme to succeed so smoothly."

Hearing this, Ning Jue took a deep breath, then looked at Zhang Juzheng and asked, "It's not them who starved to death, what makes you think they want to make this plan pass smoothly?"

Zhang Juzheng immediately froze in place.

Liu Quanju was like this until the next day when businessmen were called to discuss the matter, and the mutual criticism between Qingliu and Yan Dang did not mean to stop at all.

Even the six ministers participated in this debate in person, compared to Liuquanju, there is no change at all.

Listening to the yelling and cursing in the front hall, Xu Jie and Yan Song in the back office sat in the hall with expressionless faces.

Only Zhu Zaiyu sat in the middle with a face full of astonishment.

"You two elders, my father has a decree, and today we are going to finalize the disaster relief expenses in the Northwest. With such a discussion, I am afraid that there will be no results until next month!"

Yan Song hurriedly bowed his head and replied: "Your Highness, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. This is not a small amount of money. If you don't discuss it clearly, the cabinet does not dare to sign... we can only discuss it first. Let's go to court." If the upper strokes are smooth, the people below will have less worries about execution.”

"Then how long will it be discussed?"

After Yan Song pondered for a while, he said: "The old minister has the courage... Let the discussion be bigger, so that all parties can explain their reasons clearly. The more the arguments are, the clearer the truth."

"What does Mr. Ge mean?" "If you can't discuss it in the household department, let the Hanlins of the Imperial Academy discuss it together. If the Hanlins of the Imperial Academy can't discuss it..." Yan Song's voice paused, and then continued. : "The old minister has the courage to go to the Guozijian for a meeting, and let the supervisors of the Guozijian follow the discussion. If the father is really anxious, then the old minister will call Hanlin and the supervisors to the Guozijian, and we will move there."

"It's right and wrong in the Guozijian, and the world's affairs are discussed by everyone in the world." Zhu Zaiyu pondered for a moment and then looked at Xu Jie: "What do you think of Xu Ge?"

Xu Jie also nodded and said, "Your Majesty, I have seconded the proposal."

Huang Jin, who was standing beside Zhu Zaiyu, also looked at Zhu Zaiyu.

"allow."

Huang Jin walked out of the back hall slowly, looked at the officials who had already been arguing in front of him and said loudly: "Gentlemen, Your Highness has an order to call all the Hanlins of the Imperial Academy to the Guozijian and discuss this matter with all the supervisors."

"Eunuch Huang! What are you talking about?! I can wait, but can the disaster victims in the northwest also wait?!" As soon as Huang Jin's voice fell, Yan Shifan immediately opened his mouth and said, but Yan Song's words were heard from the back office Rebuke.

"Yan Shifan, this is not a place for you to run wild, this is the imperial court!"

"This is not stalking! For the sake of the emperor and the common people, we can endure any kind of suffering, but I just don't understand. We are all doing the affairs of the court. Why is it that whoever does the most will always suffer the greater grievance!" Yan Shifan, who was still wrapped in gauze, stood upright in the hall panting heavily.

However, Yan Song only glanced at Yan Shifan, walked out of the yamen of the household department, and casually gave instructions to the subordinate staff beside him.

"Go to the Imperial College."

All the officials who had gathered in the yamen of the household department left one after another and flocked towards the Guozijian.
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In order not to waste time for the officials to salute, Zhu Zaixun did not show up in the hall, but left directly in the back office.

Zhu Zaixun, who was on the carriage, still had a little excitement on his face.

"Old Yan Ge's method is really ingenious. The affairs of the world are discussed by the world. How can there be mistakes in the government?"

"Have you ever thought about it, His Highness, why did Yan Song take the initiative to mention this matter?"

The expression on Zhu Zaishun's face, which was still full of enthusiasm, gradually froze.

The carriage headed north all the way to the Guozijian not far from Andingmen, and when Zhu Zaishun arrived at the Guozijian, the supervisors of the Guozijian and the Hanlin Academy had already gathered in the open space outside the Yilun Hall of the Guozijian.

The open space in front of Yilun Hall is called Lingtai Square Cun... Bah, it’s called Lingtai, which is the place where the Guozijian roll call and lectures are held (the Ming Dynasty Guozijian has not yet built the Piyong Hall, and the Ming Dynasty’s Lingtai includes the current Piyong Hall. area).

Zhu Zaiyu set up his seat in the Yilun Hall, while Xu Jie and Yan Song sat outside the hall, looking at the Lingtai. All the supervisors and Hanlin gathered on the Lingtai. More than [-] supervisors and more than [-] Hanlin , take their seats in turn.

What happened next was no different from what happened in Liuquanju and the Household Yamen.

It's just that at the end, Yan Dang and Qing Liu each took a step back.

In the end, the budget for this disaster relief in the Northwest was finally set at 50 million taels of silver.

Jin Xueyan, the servant of the household department, knelt down outside the Yilun hall with a "plop", and cried out in tears: "Your Highness Qizuo, I am ashamed of my father! Even if I try my best, I can only get the 150 million taels of silver for the court!"

In Yilun Hall, Zhu Zaiyan looked at Jin Xueyan in front of him in astonishment.

"Master Ning... Who won this court push?"

"They all won." Ning Jue took a deep breath and continued: "The Yan Party won a 150% high interest rate for the businessmen, got the lining, and Qingliu got the reputation of saving [-] million taels of silver for the court and the world. face."

"But why didn't they discuss this result directly at the Ministry of Household Affairs from the beginning?" Zhu Zaiyu asked in confusion.

"Because of this word, Yan Song didn't dare to sign it, and Xu Jie didn't dare to sign it. Power and responsibility are one. They put a high hat on the emperor and let the emperor exercise power in the world. Responsibility rests on the Son of Heaven.”

"But now, the emperor has delegated authority, and Yan Song and Xu Jie will be responsible for how to deal with it."

"Then they can bear it!" Zhu Zaiyu said angrily.

"Bingzheng is fine, but knowing that there might be a big mess, who wants to really take responsibility? So they can only come to the Imperial Academy and the Imperial Academy." Ning Jue continued.

"But why is it the Imperial Academy and the Imperial College?!"

"Because the Imperial Academy is a noble yamen of the Qing Dynasty, in the future the elders and nine ministers of the Ming Dynasty will be in this group of imperial officials. As for the Imperial College..." Ning Jue paused and continued: "Behind these two thousand people are two capitals and 13 provinces. All the tyrants in the future, if something goes wrong in the future, it is also the decision made by the tyrants of Ming Dynasty."

Zhang Juzheng said in amazement: "This is the real solidarity."

"A bunch of beasts." Zhu Zaishun squeezed out these four words from between his teeth.

All the Qingliu also burst into tears, knelt down in front of the Yilun hall and wept bitterly.

"Your Highness, they are all incompetent ministers!"

"..."

Little did he know that Zhu Zaixun, who was sitting in the Yilun Hall, was already pale.

Seeing that Zhu Zaiyu was silent, Yan Song stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, 150 million taels of silver is actually quite a lot. The country is in dire straits... Alas, the old minister is guilty." Yan Song went straight to the front of the Yilun Hall and said: "Your Highness, according to the old minister, the imperial court does not want to give out even one tael of silver, but the victims can't afford to wait. If the food is delivered one day late, many people will starve to death, so let's take the 50 million taels of silver first. Report the budget to your father, this eternal infamy, the old minister will bear it."

Yan Song burst into tears, Zhu Zaiyu didn't say a word, turned his head and left Yilun hall with a flick of his sleeves, but Feng Bao stepped forward to accept Yan Song's melody, and then followed Zhu Zaiyu and left.

In any case, Daming has to count on these people to finish the work.

It's just that when Yan Song looked at Ning Jue in Yilun Hall, he always had an ominous premonition in his heart.

(End of this chapter)