Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty: Suppress the mythical martial arts at the beginning!

Chapter 15 Warriors from all over the world gather in the capital! ! !
Xu Jie took out the general accounts received from the Ministry of Accounts today and reported to the emperor strictly:

"In 12 years, the two capitals were under direct control, and the total tax revenue was 350 million taels."

"Shandong, the total tax revenue is 52 taels."

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Zhu Yijun listened and carried out disaster relief work in the two provinces.

Suddenly, he heard a number and frowned.

Soon, there was another number, which made Zhu Yijun stop what he was doing and listen attentively.

"No, there is less money, and there are big problems with taxes in various places."

Zhu Yijun's speech shocked Xu Jie for a moment.

I picked up the account and checked it left and right, confirming that it was the seal of the Ministry of Accounts.

Only then did his face turn pale with shock.

"Xu Shangshu, please compare the tax list for 11 years."

"It's more than half missing. This situation is too bad."

The other two people also reacted.

Tax revenue in almost every region has been sharply reduced in 12.

If you are already poor, or if you are in a disaster-stricken place, it will be fine if your tax revenue decreases.

But this should not be the case in Yangzhou and Hangzhou, where the majority of taxes are mainly based on commerce!

What exactly is going on?

Just when the three of them were in shock, Zhu Yijun reacted early.

With a solemn expression, he was silent for a long time before calmly giving the order:
"Taxation is the lifeblood of a country! This matter should not be taken lightly."

"Two cabinet ministers, you should immediately draft a plan for reorganizing tax reports in various regions."

"At the same time, write another souvenir and send some Beijing officials on business trips to other places. Depending on the situation, give them the power to kill first and then report later, and torture these local officials."

"Xu Shangshu, as soon as the cabinet plan comes out, the six ministries will need to coordinate immediately."

"The minister obeys the order."

The three officials saluted again and then left.

At this moment, Zhu Yijun seemed to notice something and left Zhang Juzheng behind.

Zhang Juzheng was sitting upright, opposite Zhu Yijun.

Wait until Gao Gong and Xu Jie leave completely.

Zhu Yijun spoke slowly, with a slightly cordial tone.

"Mr. Zhang Ge, I haven't talked to you like this for a long time."

Zhang Ge Lao is Zhu Yijun's honorific title for Zhang Juzheng.

Go to the court and return to the court, public affairs are discussed publicly, and private affairs are discussed privately.

For Zhu Yijun personally, he actually respects this father-brother-like teacher from the bottom of his heart.

However, now that there is a difference between superiority and inferiority, Zhu Yijun will naturally not embarrass Zhang Juzheng casually.

"Now that the emperor has reached the rank of ninety-five, I don't dare to use this as an excuse."

Zhang Juzheng also knew this well, but he just lowered his head and lowered his posture, showing a weak posture.

"Mr. Zhang Ge has humbled himself. Over the years, you have separated from the two parties, balanced the court, and made great contributions to the Ming Dynasty."

"I usually don't say anything, but I see it all."

"Your Majesty is overrated."

Zhang Juzheng said this, but the expression on his face remained calm, like the water in an ancient well, calm and calm.

Although it looks like that on the surface, I am actually very happy in my heart. After all, the emperor has made rapid progress today and is becoming more and more like a wise king. As a teacher, he is naturally very proud.

"Then I'll get straight to the point."

"Mr. Zhang Ge, what do you think of the imperial taxation?"

Zhang Juzheng sighed and said:
"In my opinion, the reason this time may be due to these people in the world."

"In the rivers and lakes, there are always green forests, under the guise of robbing the rich and giving to the poor, in order to do the imperial deeds."

"What's more, they take pride in being a rebel, and openly and openly contradict the court in private."

After hearing this, Zhu Yijun's face showed a chill, but he was not surprised.

"I will get rid of the stubborn villains in the world and show my imperial power."

"However, Mr. Zhang Ge doesn't know that there is another reason for this."

"That is a flowing dynasty, an iron-clad family!" Zhang Juzheng was shocked and understood the meaning of the emperor's words!

The emperor is going to take action against the clan! ! !
My heart was shocked again and again.

The reason why the clan is called made of iron.

In addition to the background, it is also an intricate relationship.

Not only the imperial court but also the Jianghu, and even ordinary people are inseparable from the major clans!

Zhang Juzheng looked at His Majesty in front of him again and again, feeling extremely excited in his heart.

This is not the same naughty master as before, he is simply reborn.

His Majesty's presence at this moment not only made him feel an unprecedented shock, but also gave him hope.

He saw in His Majesty the future of the Ming Dynasty, another hero after Taizu Taizong!
Since then, he has been full of hope for the future of the Ming Dynasty, and has become determined to eradicate the current ills of government.

I am truly lucky to meet the Master of Ming Dynasty.

At this moment, Zhang Juzheng secretly made a move in his heart, determined to devote all his life's efforts to the country of Ming Dynasty.

Even if there is no recovery, there will be no hesitation!

Beijing.

Longxing Inn.

The sun shines into the corner of the first floor of the inn, and an old man with a skinny face is brushing aside his greasy white hair and drinking.

After taking a sip of wine, he picked up the knife in his hand again to carve the wood carving that was about to be formed.

One sword, two swords, and the wood carving in his hand soon took on the shape of a woman, but her face was still blurry.

This old man has been staying in this inn for a long time. He only drinks and sleeps every day.

Although he was poorly dressed, he never owed money for a drink.

People even kept coming to the inn to help him pay for his food and drinks secretly.

The old man continued to drink and carve as usual today, but the only difference was that today he kept looking outside the door.

As if waiting for someone.

"Hey, have you heard that in fifteen days there will be a battle between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue?"

This ordinary sentence suddenly broke the original peace in the inn, and everyone turned their attention here.

In the center of the inn, three handsome young men with delicate faces were seated in front of a square table.

The table was filled with all kinds of delicacies and game, and the banquet was served with fine official tribute wine.

The three of them continued talking, completely unaware that the old man in the corner was watching them.

"This Lord of Baiyun City is one of the six masters who can truly reach the pinnacle of martial arts!"

"My attainments in swordsmanship are at the pinnacle!"

The old man in the corner may have been moved by what they said, and his eyes immediately became sharp.

"But Ximen Chuixue is not mediocre, and his Wanmei Villa is a force that cannot be underestimated in the martial arts world!"

"Similarly, his swordsmanship is not inferior to that of Ye Gucheng!"

"It's still hard to say who wins and who loses between these two people."

Before these people finished speaking, a person suddenly walked in at the door of the inn.

This body movement is so fast that it is hard to catch, and only a black shadow can be seen.

And on his waist was an ordinary sword that could not be more ordinary. This man walked straight from outside the store.

The eyes glanced at the corner, and the expressionless face suddenly moved.

He looked at the old man in the corner excitedly, with tears in his eyes.

The man didn't speak, and walked directly to the old man's side and sat down.

The old man couldn't hide his excitement and asked impatiently.

"hooligan!"

The boy opposite nodded and showed a smile.

"Are you coming to see this battle too?"

Ah Fei shook his head and said two simple words as before.

"Competition!"

"Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, use your sword!"

(End of this chapter)