Chapter 807 This is really good news
Xiyuan.
Emperor Jiajing walked slowly with his hands behind his back, looking at the trees on both sides, and said with a relaxed expression: "The foreign tribes on the grasslands cannot be killed, and they are not stiff after death. They have been a great threat to the Central Plains for thousands of years. Putting the swords and guns into the warehouse and letting the horses go to the mountains is a road to self-destruction!"
"Yes." Zhang Juzheng glanced at Emperor Jiajing and once again felt that Yang Tinghe was either crazy or blinded by greed.
The emperor in front of him was very capable and ambitious. If Yang Tinghe gave his full support, and the emperor and his ministers worked together to implement the new policy, then the situation would be...
Zhang Juzheng has been observing the Ming Dynasty in recent years. After summarizing the information obtained from various channels, he found that beneath the peace and prosperity, undercurrents were constantly surging.
Various drawbacks are on the verge of exploding. If no action is taken to ease the situation, the day of war will not be far away.
This was also the general background of the opening of the Ming Dynasty during the Longqing Period in history... The internal conflicts within the Ming Dynasty had accumulated to the point where they were about to explode.
It is like a pressure cooker in later generations, the pressure in the pot has reached its extreme.
The Longqing switch opened a channel for the pressure in the pot to vent.
Zhang Juzheng came to power and immediately launched reforms, which once again eased the conflict.
Otherwise, the Ming Dynasty would not last even fifty years, let alone a hundred years.
The cold wind blew past, and Zhang Juzheng shrank his neck. Emperor Jiajing frowned slightly, "You need to take care of your body."
Zhang Juzheng blushed and said, "Yes."
The Jiajing Emperor was much older than him, and he was dressed in a Taoist robe, standing straight in the cold wind. "Altan Khan was defeated, and all the officials in the capital celebrated. Many people thought that this was the beginning of a peaceful and prosperous era. Do you think so?"
This is a test... Huang Jin glanced at Zhang Juzheng.
This was an issue that only the prime minister could deal with, and Zhang Juzheng's heart was pounding. He suppressed his excitement and said, "Your Majesty, I think that the Ming Dynasty has reached a critical moment."
"Ok!"
"Nowadays, more and more people have lost their land, and the number of refugees is increasing. Land annexation is getting worse and worse. Once the land is annexed, the people and the land become the private property of the powerful, so naturally the tax will be reduced.
The government's expenses are increasing day by day. With less taxes and more expenses, the government will eventually have to squeeze the people out of their pockets... I have checked the taxes paid by one acre of land and one person, and they are at least 60% more than a hundred years ago. Your Majesty, if this continues... Without external enemies, the Ming Dynasty will be in trouble..."
Zhang Juzheng lowered his head.
The atmosphere was somewhat solemn. Huang Jin was somewhat surprised by Zhang Juzheng's frankness, and even more surprised by Emperor Jiajing's silence.
Emperor Jiajing held his hands behind his back for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone says that this is a peaceful and prosperous era, and everyone says that this is the best Ming Dynasty. There are no major threats from outside, and there are wise ministers inside. But in my eyes, this Ming Dynasty is full of wars...
The hungry people are looking at the capital, looking at me, and looking at the court, waiting for the emperor and his ministers to help them. But how can they help them? "
Emperor Jiajing turned around, and the cold wind blew over the eaves, passed through the gaps, and made a whistling sound.
This!
Zhang Juzheng sensed something, but he wasn't sure.
He knew that his statement at this time was to take sides.
What will be the future of the Ming Dynasty?
This is the question thrown by the emperor.
No, it was in line with the thoughts of Emperor Jiajing, so there was a bright future ahead.
If his views were contrary to those of Emperor Jiajing, then his future would definitely be bleak.
——Keep calm!
Zhang Juzheng hinted at himself.
He took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty, I think this must change!"
"How to change?" asked Emperor Jiajing.
"New policy!" Zhang Juzheng said with his eyes sharp.
Emperor Jiajing looked at him with calm eyes.
Zhang Juzheng lowered his eyes slightly.
After a long while, the Taoist said calmly: "If you say this to others, do you know that all the scholars and officials in the world will hate you to the core?"
I got it right... Zhang Juzheng felt relieved, "Your Majesty, Chang Wei Bo once said, if it is beneficial to the country, we should not avoid it because of good fortune or disaster. I will take this as my motto."
"If it is beneficial to the country, I will not avoid it because of good fortune or disaster..." Emperor Jiajing closed his eyes, "That idiot!"
Huang Jin said: "Your Majesty, the child in Xin'an Lane will soon be one month old."
"How many people are waiting to see." Emperor Jiajing said coldly, "Those people are watching him to see whether he will spend this full moon quietly or with great fanfare."
……
"Do it! Do it in a big way!"
Fu Cheng came to ask for advice on how to hold a grand celebration for his young master's full moon, and Jiang Qingzhi immediately suggested a grand one.
"I only have this one son!" Jiang Qingzhi said with a smile while hugging Dapeng.
"What about Yan Song..." Fu Cheng asked.
Jiang Qingzhi asked, "How many times have we sent gifts to the Old Yan family?"
"The Yan family has held seven banquets in the past two years, and our family has been present five times."
"It's time to get the money back with interest. Send me a message!"
Jiang Qingzhi walked into the house with the child in his arms, smiling. Li Tian was already dressed normally. If she hadn't been worried about Chang's supervision from time to time, she would have let herself go.
"If you want to hire someone, just give the name to Fucheng and ask the front yard to write the post."
"My family, that is." Li Tian muttered, "They used to say that I was not sociable and didn't have many friends. Those few who did were married and moved to other places."
"It smells good from a distance, but stinks up close." Jiang Qingzhi took out the fishing rod and wiped it carefully.
In the afternoon, he quietly appeared at the edge of the moat.
An old man wearing a bamboo hat was fishing at Jiang Qingzhi's usual fishing spot. There was a piece of cloth spread beside him with some snacks and a pot of wine on it.
Jiang Qingzhi took out the stool, put on the bait in a hurry, lowered the rod, clapped his hands, grabbed a handful of beans and ate them, "It tastes good."
"The pickled broad beans you sent me last time were delicious. I love them. The cook at home was not happy about it, so he learned from you. But the result is always a little bit worse. Why?"
The bamboo hat moved.
"This stuff is all about being casual. The more serious it is, the worse it is." Jiang Qingzhi poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip, "Tsk! This is the fine wine in the palace, from Sichuan. Last time, His Majesty gave me a jar, and Lord Xia and others drank it all." "I am not allowed to drink at home. Listen, I am not allowed to drink!" The bamboo hat was lifted, and it was actually Xiong Jia.
"So what are you eating today..." Jiang Qingzhi tasted the duck tongue, "This tastes good."
"I need your help with something at home. I heard that Jiang Qingzhi can't live without wine, so I brought a pot of wine. Look to the right."
Jiang Qingzhi took a look and saw a servant on the right looking at him stealthily.
"Even when I go out, there are people watching me, afraid that I will drink secretly. Ahem! Move forward a little, yes, block him. Ziz!"
While Jiang Qingzhi was blocking the servant's view, the old man drank two cups in a row and said comfortably, "This is the taste."
"What's the matter?" Jiang Qingzhi liked the duck tongues that Xiong Jia brought. Since he was the one taking the blame, he didn't hesitate to criticize him.
"My children and grandchildren are useless. Now I have a grown-up grandson. As I am in charge of the Ministry of Personnel, it is not easy for me to interfere. But that child..." Xiong Jia looked at Jiang Qingzhi with a strange look in his eyes.
"Mr. Xiong, I feel uneasy when you look at me like that." Jiang Qingzhi said.
"Whenever my grandson mentions you, he always praises you highly." Xiong Jia sighed, "He never listens to what I say. He just says... My elder brother, Wei Bo, joined the army when he was more than ten years old. I am seventeen now, so I should also join the army to serve my country. Listen, he wants to join the army! Everyone in the family is against it, but the child is stubborn... So, I want you to persuade him."
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and asked, "Where are the people?"
Xiong Jia waved to the left, "Come here."
At the fishing spot on the left, a burly young man with a face full of... fat stood up and came over. When he saw Jiang Qingzhi, there was indeed a familiar look in his eyes.
It was like seeing an idol.
"Xiong Lou greets you, Master." The young man saluted. Jiang Qingzhi looked him over and asked, "Want to join the army?"
"Yes." The young man looked at Jiang Qingzhi with a look of admiration, "I have read your book!"
"My book?" Jiang Qingzhi wondered, "What book of mine?"
He has never published a book!
"You don't know, there are at least twenty books about you on the market now." The young man mentioned this matter like a treasure, "There are stories about your youth in Suzhou Prefecture, the legend of you leading officers and soldiers to wipe out Japanese pirates during your exile in the southeast, and your fight with the Yan Party in the capital, and the battle with Altan in the north... and..."
The story of Suzhou Prefecture is a version of "Don't bully the poor young people", right?
This version of the story, about a counterattack during exile, is expected to have a wider audience.
The battle with Altan Khan is the storyteller's favorite subject at that time.
what else?
Jiang Qingzhi was a little angry. Isn’t this an infringement of rights?
But on second thought, there are actually people who use their own experiences as the subject matter to write novels, or even tell stories. This would have to happen at least a hundred or eighty years after the person's death in later times!
"What else?"
Jiang Qingzhi absolutely denied that he was greedy for fame, but unconsciously, his tone became much softer.
"And..." The young man scratched his head, "And there is the story you and that young lady from the Mu family have to tell, and there is also the affair between you and Altan Khan's daughter..."
Damn it!
Jiang Qingzhi was really furious this time, "This is slander."
"I thought so too, so I went and smashed the bookstore!" The young man looked proud, as if he had done something good that benefited the country and the people.
He is a promising talent!
Jiang Qingzhi nodded slightly, "Studying has no future?"
Xiong Lou said, "It's not that I have no future, it's that..." He scratched his head, "I have wanted to be a Confucian general since I was a child. You know, the Confucian generals like Li Weigong."
"Starting tomorrow, go to Xin'an Lane whenever you have nothing to do."
Jiang Qingzhi raised his glass, and Xiong Jia raised his glass.
Ding!
They clinked their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.
Xiong Lou was overjoyed and bowed deeply, "Greetings, Master."
Xiong Jia drank the wine, puffed his beard and glared. "Where is the tuition? How can you be so casual when becoming a disciple? Go back and prepare the tuition, and let your father take you to Xin'an Lane."
"Yes." Xiong Lou ran away.
"He's a spirited young man." Jiang Qingzhi smiled like an elder.
"That's it." Xiong Jia said, "The wind is going to blow."
"Yeah!" Jiang Qingzhi nodded and picked up a duck tongue. "It's been calm for too long."
On the morning of the next day, Xiong Lou's father brought him to Bo's house.
Witnesses were also called.
Become a disciple in a formal manner.
It means kneeling down to become a disciple.
There is a bundle of clothes.
"Your Majesty, Xiong Jia's grandson Xiong Lou has become Chang Wei Bo's disciple." Rui Jingxian brought this news and thought it was a big deal.
Is this about forming a party or something?
Jiang Qingzhi, ah, Jiang Qingzhi, you are getting carried away!
"Reward Xiongjia with fine wine." Taoist said lightly.
"Yes."
Rui Jingxian: “…”
In this era, masters and apprentices share honor and disgrace.
Jiang Qingzhi was in trouble, and Xiong Lou and Xiong Jia couldn't escape either.
In other words.
What is Jiang Qingzhi doing!
Bear!
Got support!
Huang Jin looked outside and smiled: "This is really good news!"
(End of this chapter)
