I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 3 Daming Annual Financial Meeting
The annual financial meeting of the 40th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty was held as scheduled in the overwhelming auspicious snow.

The participants are as follows.

Supervisors of ceremonies: Lv Fang, the eunuch with palm printing, Chen Hong, Huang Jin, the eunuchs who held pens, etc.

The Southern Party: Yan Song, Chief Assistant of the Cabinet, Yan Shifan, Cabinet Member + Minister of Officials + Minister of Industry.

Qingliu Yuwang Faction: Cabinet Second Assistant + Household Minister Xu Jie, Cabinet Member + Household Minister Gao Gong, Cabinet Member + Military Minister Zhang Juzheng.

The three parties met, and the invisible smoke filled the air.

Looking at the two factions in the court, Lu Fang's head grew bigger.

Without Long Live God in charge, the old eunuch who has been fighting for a lifetime feels a heavy burden on his body.

First, on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month last year, Zhou Yunyi, the Qin Tianjian, was killed with a staff. Now, although the auspiciousness is prayed by the Long Live Lord, the real problem is the deficit of the national treasury!

Lu Fang sold out all his smiles and kept asking "to help each other in the same boat", but he knew in his heart that the flames of war between Qingliu and Nandang had already been ignited.

Depends on how hard it will be.

The venue of the national meeting is Yuxi Palace.

This place is really big, but it doesn't look like a "temple".

In the center of the house is not a Sumeru seat, but a simple rosewood chair with armrests around it.

Behind the seat is a huge copper censer with three legs and a cover. The lid is hollowed out according to the gossip pattern. At this time, the hollowed out place is continuously filled with faint cigarettes.

Like a Taoist palace.

And a little behind the four big pillars there are four large dolomitic copper stoves, and in front of each copper stove stands a puppet-like eunuch, and everyone's eyes are fixed on the stove.

Because what was burning in the stove was not incense, but inch-long silver charcoal. The fire was red with green, and there was no trace of smoke, so the inside of the hall was as warm as spring.

Lv Fang led the four eunuchs to stand in a row on the left, Yan Song led the cabinet members, Gao Gong and Zhang Juzheng to stand in a row on the right.

The two groups faced the empty seat in the middle and knelt down. After three obeisances, Lu Fang led the four eunuchs to the long case on the left and stood still. The second assistant Xu Jie led the four cabinet members to the right. After the long case, stand still.

The first assistant, Yan Song, walked slowly to the embroidered pier on the right side of the throne and sat down.

Firstly, Mr. Yan Ge is already 80 years old, and secondly, he is indeed favored.

The imperial financial meeting in the 40th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty was waiting for Zhu Houcong to open.

Everyone held their breath, first Lu Fang looked at the passageway with heavy veils on the east side of the main hall, and then everyone's eyes slowly looked at that passageway.

To the south of the passage is the outer wall of Yuxi Palace, and the windows are all open. To the north is the Jingshen Abode where Emperor Jiajing confined himself. Carrying a few flakes of snowflakes through the window and then through the door into the monastery.

Emperor Jiajing, who was dormant inside, had just finished training.

In order to be the bridegroom every night, he forgets to eat and sleep.

But even if he copied the homework according to the gourd painting, his martial arts talent is still comparable to Wang Chongyang's.

After a day and a night of polishing, he just entered the door and cultivated two or three traces of the inner strength of the innate skill.

After waiting and waiting, but seeing no movement from inside, Lu Fang's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately announced: "Let's discuss the matter!"

Immediately, everyone looked at Lu Fang, but didn't say much.

Party struggle, start!
It's a pity that Jiajing's rank is too low, and there is no barrage interpretation, so it is impossible to deeply understand the essence of the fighting skills of these big guys.

That is to say, for laymen to watch the fun.

To sum up the content of the meeting, it is roughly: the severe drought in two provinces last year, the flood in three provinces, several major wars in the north and southeast, plus a fire in the palace, emptied the treasury of the Ming Dynasty .

Checking with the expenditure budget at the beginning of last year, the overspend last year was more than 400 million taels.

Last year, the annual tax credits of the 13 provinces in the two capitals amounted to 530 taels.

Qingliu, who holds the financial power of the Ministry of Household Affairs, naturally does not pay for the strict party-approved national projects.

But everyone knows that the main reason is: the excessive expenditure in the palace and the corruption of many officials such as the strict party, which caused a huge deficit in the national treasury.

Qingliu took advantage of the problem, trying to bring down the strict party.

The smell of gunpowder at the meeting was so natural that it could be said that every step of the way was hiding murderous intentions.

'Money! '

'I want to make money...'

Jiajing paced back and forth in the inner room where the bosses couldn't see.

If you want to increase Wang Chongyang's faith value, you can help him raise an army to fight against gold, food, grass, and armor are all silver!

Three thousand shi of grain is but a drop in the bucket.

However, the country's finances are already in serious shortfall, and it is difficult to protect itself, so there is no room for him to open up the second world.

Just as Jiajing was thinking hard, the quarrel outside became more intense.

"Don't talk about it!"

This is the voice of the irritable Xiaoge old Yan Shifan, he seemed to slap on the case, and shouted: "I see you, there are some people..."

"It's Zhou Yunyi's backstage who slandered the imperial court on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month last year!"

"Zhou Yunyi, an official who supervises the sky, when he slandered the imperial court, why did he explain the imperial court's expenses so clearly last year? At that time, we wondered..."

"Now I understand that some of us here have told him the details in advance!"

"Who instigated him? Why, dare to do it but dare not admit it!"

As you can see, this is going to kill people!
Gao Gong didn't answer, Zhang Juzheng didn't answer.

The others were also silent, even Lu Fang, who couldn't speak on behalf of the emperor this time, looked towards the passage between the veils on the east side of the hall.

The hall fell into a deathly silence, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Jiajing was stunned for a moment, determined that it was time for him to appear.

Finally, a voice came from the tunnel of heavy veils.

In order to show his holiness, Jiajing was fully prepared, using his internal force to vibrate his voice, like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring, circling the beam for three days.

"Practice the body like a crane..."

Immediately, Lu Fang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Long Live God just ended his journey to Taixu and came back from the fairy world!

This battle is impossible.

Between the second layer of veils connecting the passage to the main hall, Emperor Jiajing appeared with fluttering sleeves.

All the people immediately knelt down quietly without shouting long live, waiting for Jiajing to finish reciting the next few lines of poems.

Jiajing pretended to act according to the scenes in the TV series, and chanted as he walked: "...two letters of scriptures from a thousand pine plants. I came to ask and said nothing, the clouds are in the blue sky, and the water is in the bottle."

After reading, he had already walked to the side of the throne, and instead of sitting down, he just held an armrest on the side of the throne with one hand, and looked indifferently at the people kneeling on the ground.

Knowing that he had finished reading, Yan Song took the lead and shouted: "I wish the emperor—"

"Long live Long live Long live!"

All the people kowtowed in unison.

Jiajing looked deeply at Yan Song, the 80-year-old Ge Lao who had done dirty work for him for 20 years, and his hair was already gray.

But the spirit is very good, and it can be squeezed for a few years.

"Old Yan Ge, Yan Shifan said that Zhou Yunyi who slandered the court has a backer, and the backer is in your cabinet. Tell me... who is Zhou Yunyi's backer?"

Yan Song took a look at Jiajing, he knew about Long Live Lord's manifestation in the palace yesterday, and the voice of reciting poems just like the sound of thunder and dragons also deeply shocked him.

With just a glance, Elder Yan Ge lowered his head: "Return to the emperor, there is no Zhou Yunyi's backstage here."

"Then why Zhou Yunyi was able to explain so clearly the court's expenses last year?"

Yan Song hunched his back, and his old voice did not have any emotional fluctuations: "The court is selfless. For example, last year Yingtian built the Baimao River and Wusong River, Zhejiang built the Xin'an River, and Henan and Shaanxi suffered severe droughts. silver."

Jiajing sat on the armchair and tapped the red sandalwood with his fingers: "How does he know the cost of building several palaces in the palace?"

Yan Song answered very calmly: "This shows that the money used by the Ministry of Industry is a clear account."

No one expected that Yan Song would reply like this when a political tide was about to happen. Whether they understood or not, the tense faces of many people gradually relaxed, and some people knelt there and began to secretly look at Jiajing's face.

Jiajing didn't show any expression. He knew that he couldn't do without Yan Song if he wanted to make private money, but the strict party still wanted to crack down severely.

Yan Shifan and his group are too greedy.

As for Qingliu, it should be reused.

The Rites Supervisor, the Strict Party, and the Qingliu, the three pillars stand together, and the Ming Dynasty is stable!
"Get up, get up, and finish the fight."

Everyone kowtowed again, then stood up.

Only Yan Shifan felt a little lost, and looked at Yan Song aggrievedly.

"Don't look at your father like that." Jiajing's eyes turned to Yan Shifan, with an inexplicable expression: "You must study hard."

"Yes." Yan Shifan froze, and quickly lowered his eyes.

Jiajing pondered for a moment, recalled the plot in his mind, and then said: "I just read Li Ao's "Poetry on Asking Questions" by Tang Dynasty Li Ao. My favorite is the last sentence 'clouds are in the blue sky, water is in the bottle'. You guys Some of these people are clouds, some are water, and they do different things.”

"All loyal ministers, no treacherous ministers."

(End of this chapter)