Chapter 11 After the five ministers left, Zhu Yuanzhang stroked his beard, looked at the dark night sky outside, and fell into deep thought.
Prince Zhu Biao stepped forward and whispered: "It's late at night, please take a rest early and don't tire yourself out of the holy body."
Zhu Yuanzhang turned around, looked at Zhu Biao and asked in a low voice:
"Boss, how do you think we should handle this matter?"
Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, Zhu Yuanzhang has always taken Prince Zhu Biao with him to teach him through words and deeds.
In the sixth year of Hongwu, Prince Zhu Biao began to supervise the country.
During his period in prison, Zhu Biao had the power to "listen to decisions and then report them".
This means that matters reported by the civil and military ministers of the DPRK must first be handed over to the prince for punishment, and then reported to the emperor for the final decision.
Obviously, Zhu Biao is already half-emperor to a certain extent.
Zhu Yuanzhang, on the other hand, plays the role of being the one who holds the truth.
Zhu Biao has a gentle temperament but a strong temper, and he handles government affairs humbly and competently.
Zhu Yuanzhang was very pleased that he had the potential to be a wise king.
Once I can't make up my mind for a moment, this method of asking has become a daily routine.
"Based on the secrets of the Duwei Mansion, I believe that what Lin Che said is true. The policy of subsidizing salary from public land has become a major malpractice of our Ming Dynasty."
"And now it seems that the harm is far beyond imagination."
"Only officials of the fourth rank and above in the court have seized millions of acres of fertile land from farmers."
"With so many officials across the country, how much fertile land have they seized? How much tax revenue has been lost in the Ming Dynasty is probably incalculable."
"This trend must be stopped immediately."
"The seized land will be unified and nationalized, and then the source of the acres will be clarified and returned to the farmers."
"This is my humble opinion, please enlighten me."
Zhu Yuanzhang paused for a moment, then looked at Zhu Biao with serious eyes and a teaching tone:
"Biao'er, I'm very pleased that you can think of this."
"But have you ever thought about it? You can think of it. Korean father-in-law and the others have been in official circles for decades. Don't they think of it?"
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the prince, who nodded with deep understanding. Lao Zhu continued:
"This matter can be said to be simple or complicated."
"After all, officials from all over the world are involved in this, and Baishi and the others know it in their hearts.
"The reason why we don't talk about this is that firstly, they are deeply involved in it and it is not convenient to talk about it, and secondly, they don't want to offend anyone."
"But we have to force them to speak and take the initiative to hand over the captured acres."
"This is the emperor's method of controlling his ministers. Please remember it well."
Zhu Biao was impressed, ginger is still spicy.
These people have become spirits, and they all pretend to be confused while pretending to understand, but they all have to show their true colors in front of their father.
"Yes, Erchen took it down."
Seeing that Zhu Biao was still stunned, Zhu Yuanzhang laughed loudly, and then ordered his personal eunuch Liu He: "Call Mao to meet you."
After a while, Liu He led Mao Xiang into the imperial study.
Mao Xiang had followed Zhu Yuanzhang for many years and knew the emperor's temperament very well.
After delivering the secret book just now, I have been waiting outside the imperial study room.
He knew that after the emperor had discussed things with the ministers, he would definitely have something else to say.
"My lord, Mao Xiang is here to greet your Majesty!"
Mao Xiang walked into the imperial study and knelt down in front of the imperial desk.
Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the dragon chair and raised his hand:
"That's it, get up and answer!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Mao Xiang stood up. Zhu Yuanzhang looked at him and nodded:
"Mao Xiang, you did a good job on this matter, but I still have something else for you to do."
Mao Xiang quickly bowed his waist and raised his hands: "But at His Majesty's command!"
"Okay, you go to Jiangpu overnight to find out the origin of Lin Che, the tribute student."
"Be detailed. The more detailed the better. I will see his detailed information tomorrow."
After speaking, Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand.
Mao Xiang bowed in salute, turned around and left the imperial study room quickly.
Seeing Mao Xiang leaving, Zhu Yuanzhang said to Zhu Biao:
"Boss, go down and rest. We will visit the prison again tomorrow."
"Listen to that Gongsheng, if you have any new ideas."
The next day.
After morning service, we had lunch.
Without wasting time, Zhu Yuanzhang took Prince Zhu Biao to the imperial prison in a hurry.
With yesterday's experience, Mao Xiang had already sent people to prepare pens, inks, paper and inkstones this Zhu Yuanzhang into the secret room, Mao Xiang took out a memorial from his arms and handed it to him.
At this moment, the secret room was silent.
There was no movement in the prison cell next door. It was obvious that Lin Che hadn't come over yet.
Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the chair where he had sat yesterday, opened the memorial and read it.
The memorial was about Lin Che's life experience.
Lin Che was born in the first year of Longfeng and was from Jiangpu. Her parents passed away in the sixth year of Hongwu and she had no brothers or sisters in her family.
Lin Che was a high school scholar in Hongwu's fifth year, passed the examination in Hongwu's seventh year, and ranked first in the general examination in Hongwu's eighth year.
After reading the secret book, Zhu Yuanzhang stared at Mao Xiang:
"It's that simple?"
"Both parents are dead? No love for each other? Then where does the money come from for Lin Che to take the provincial examination and the general examination?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, Lin Che's later participation in the provincial examination and the joint examination were all funded by Jiangpu Yinshan Temple."
"Oh, this crazy person actually has such a predestined relationship with Buddha."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded with interest.
He found that he was becoming more and more interested in this Gongsheng.
There is even a sense of impatience——
In the imperial prison, in the prison cell.
Lin Che put her hands behind her head, lay on the thatched mat with her legs crossed, and murmured to herself:
"That's not right! After so many days, why is there still no movement?"
"The book says how powerful Jin Yiwei is. Is it false?"
In her previous life, Lin Che learned from history books that the Jinyi Guards were able to spy on information and were very pervasive.
The Jin Yiwei of the Hongwu Dynasty were even more god-like existences.
Some classic jokes have been passed down to future generations for hundreds of years and are talked about with great relish.
History books.
During the Hongwu period, Song Lian, a great scholar, invited some friends to play cards at night.
The four of them fought late into the night.
Suddenly a card disappeared.
The four of them, Song Lian, searched for a long time, but finally broke up unhappy because a card was lost.
When he went to court the next day, Zhu Yuanzhang asked Song Lian why he was so depressed.
Song Lian did not dare to hide it, so he reported everything about the card game last night to Zhu Yuanzhang.
After hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang was very happy.
In front of the ministers, he praised Song Lian for not lying to him.
He also returned the lost card to Song Lian.
All civil and military officials in the dynasty were shocked.
This can be seen.
Jin Yiwei's terrifying strength.
The imperial prison was set up by Jinyiwei's predecessor, the Imperial Guard's Mansion. There were no secrets in their territory.
I teach that noble second generation what I teach every day.
Not surprisingly, every word he said would have been transmitted to the emperor's court.
Based on the content of his lectures these days, it would not be an exaggeration to behead him ten times.
Could it be that Emperor Hongwu, who was always known for his ruthlessness, had a kind heart?
Can not be done! It doesn't matter if you have good intentions, I still want to go back.
I really don’t want to stay in Daming!
Lin Che looked at the dark roof and let out a breath of frustration.
bang bang bang --
At this time, I heard the sound of prison sticks beating on the iron door outside.
Then a sour smell filled the entire prison.
Lin Che knew that the feeding time of the day had come.
He straightened his clothes, turned over and sat up.
really.
After a while, the cell door opened, and the warden's chubby face stuck in:
"Mr. Lin, that man wants to invite you!"
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(End of this chapter)