Longevity begins with Jinyiwei

And he, as the chief assistant in the former Ming Dynasty, can be called the benchmark of former Ming officials, so he can't stand upright anymore.

He retreated, depending on his intertwined roots, the trees would fall and the monkeys would scatter, then Hong Chengchou might take advantage of the situation...

"Liu Qiyuan...Hong Chengchou..."

Lai Zongdao let out a sigh of relief, he seemed to have seen the future political structure of the court, and saw the alternation of old and new generations.

Under the alternation of old and new generation after generation, anyone who cannot keep up with the development of the times and the will of the emperor will inevitably be eliminated without mercy.

Lai Zongdao's thoughts were racing, and the convoy slowly passed through the gate of the capital city amidst the heavy snow, and slowly disappeared into the white world.

At the same time, in Liaodong, to be precise, in today's Daheng, the name of Liaodong has become a thing of the past.

From Jinzhou to North Korea, the vast bitter cold land is the land of Liao Province.

From Shanhaiguan to Jinzhou, it belongs to Shanhaifu and belongs to Beizhili.

In Dingbian County, Shenyang Prefecture, Liao Province, the sky was also full of wind and snow on this day, and the winter in Liao Province was naturally bitingly cold. If it was on weekdays, the sky was full of wind and snow, and there were naturally few people in the city.

But today, the main street of Dingbian County is bustling with people, and the people spontaneously gathered on both sides of the street to see off the Dingbian magistrate who is about to be transferred.

On the street, a lonely carriage was slowly moving forward. Zhang Huangyan, the parent official who saw off the people in Dingbian, was sitting alone in the carriage, holding what seemed to be a transfer order issued by the officials.

From the magistrate of Dingbian County, he was transferred to the Liupin City Ship Envoy of Quanzhou Ship Department.

From Zhengqipin County Magistrate to Zhengliupin City Bosi City Ship Envoy, it is undoubtedly a leapfrog promotion.

Although when Daheng was first established, there was a period of chaos due to the emptiness of officials, and even the civil science students of the martial arts academy who had been trained hastily were all magistrates of the seventh rank.

But as time went by, the order returned to normal, coupled with the implementation of reforms and the adjustment of official ranks, even the top three in the imperial examination could only end up as the magistrate of the eighth rank.

Not to mention skipping the promotion, it is a normal promotion, from the eighth rank to the seventh rank, it is even more difficult.

Throughout the year, all kinds of assessment and inspection inspectors not only need full grades, but also need time-accumulated qualifications.

Although he is confident that he has done a good job as the county magistrate for more than two years, in Liao Province, promotion should not be a problem.

But no matter how promoted, it should be in Liao Province, such as a seventh-rank official in the Shenyang government office.

Who would have thought that he would be transferred from Liao Province to Quanzhou in the south of the Yangtze River?

"The secret book made the emperor notice me?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Huangyan couldn't help his heart pounding.

But soon, Zhang Huangyan also calmed down. Even if he is on the rise, he still needs to support his achievements.

Otherwise, the higher you fly, the harder you fall.

One step at a time, each step must be solid and stable in order to go further. If there is a Holy Scroll, this is the only way to be worthy of this Holy Scroll!

The tightly held order was also slowly relaxed. Hearing the chaotic sounds outside the carriage, Zhang Huangyan couldn't help but lift the curtains of the carriage, and the people in Dingbian who saw him off in the wind and snow came into view.

The earnest eyes, even kneeling and crying, one after another of simple voices, reflected in the ears, like drums with handles, hammering heavily in Zhang Huangyan's heart.

What did he do for Dingbian County?

Zhang Huangyan couldn't help asking himself.

He seemed, really, to do nothing.

The money, food and materials allocated by the imperial court were distributed from the provincial governor's office to the Dingbian county office.

For more than two and a half years in his career as a magistrate, he has always been just an executor.

Implement the imperial court's policies and care for the people bit by bit.

That's it!

He is not self-reliant to make the people of Dingbian live better, nor is he building Dingbian County from scratch.

Everything is within the framework of the imperial court, step by step under the supply of the imperial court.

Any official can do what he does, maybe even better than him.

Such an insignificant executor, he was so respected and loved!

Does he deserve it?

Looking at the people gathered on both sides of the street, with their reluctant and even worried eyes, Zhang Huangyan suddenly felt panicked.

He suddenly understood why His Majesty, again and again, was waving the butcher's knife at the officials of the world in spite of the disgrace of the world.

People, I really don't want much.

But it is such an insignificant thing, but there are always people who are greedy to deprive it.

No matter how much His Majesty cares about the people of the world, he still needs someone to put this concern into practice.

In Liaodong, in this harsh environment that is almost under military control, he was able to put His Majesty's concern into practice without any scruples, and no one dared to make trouble or make trouble.

But when he arrives in Quanzhou, in the lair of Puppet Ming, can he still have no scruples?Can it still... get out of the mud without getting stained?

Zhang Huangyan shrank suddenly, clutching this transfer order, he suddenly had a feeling that this appointment in Quanzhou might be the most important hurdle in his life.

If you make it through, you might be able to rise to the top, but if you can't make it through, maybe... it will be that insignificant one among the rolling heads...

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Chapter 583 Farming and Business

Snowflakes are flying, the north wind is blowing, and the sky and the earth are white.

Amidst the biting cold wind, in the Qianqing Palace, the door of the palace was closed, the windows of the palace were half opened, and the stoves filled with charcoal fires were neatly placed in the palace.

The steaming heat of the stove made the hall feel like a furnace. Even the snow on the roof melted much faster under the steaming heat.

In the hall, several little princes sat upright, reading the classics of the sages one by one in a decent manner.

After the emperor sat at the table, what he held in his hand seemed to be the summary of Zhaowu's four years of taxation and expenditure.

The two wars between the north and the south, and engineering disaster relief in various places...

Obviously, the four years of Zhaowu was another year in which income and expenditure were completely out of balance!

It can't even be described as unbalanced, it should be completely out of control!

The out-of-control income and expenditure figures came into view, but the emperor did not fluctuate too much. All of this was already expected.

After all, judging from the fiscal and tax revenues of the pre-Ming period, it is estimated that the money and food consumed by Zhaowu’s four-year project relief alone would have consumed all the fiscal and tax revenues of the pre-Ming period.

Not to mention, disaster relief has never been the main expenditure of a country.

The emperor's eyes are on this year's business tax. The reform has been carried out for nearly two years, and it has been implemented in all aspects. The rest is only modification and persistence.

The once disorderly business environment gradually became more formal after the implementation of the commercial tax, and what followed was naturally a leap in commercial tax revenue.

The entire north, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and southern Zhili provinces, and the entire Daheng's commercial tax revenue in Zhaowu's four years, seemed to have reached as much as 100 million taels.

And this is only the commercial tax, as well as the Ningbo Municipal Shipping Department, and the establishment of the Andong City Shipping Department and Tianjin Shipping Department in the early fourth year of Zhaowu, and part of the agricultural tax.

In the four years and one year of Zhaowu, the tax payment has reached nearly 2000 million taels!

And this is still in the period of continuous natural disasters, and most of the south of the Yangtze River has not been recovered.

It is completely conceivable that when Jiangnan is completely pacified, when the disaster relief projects are successful, or when the natural disasters dissipate, the business environment will become more prosperous, and the business tax revenue will inevitably skyrocket to even more terrifying figures.

In sharp contrast to the huge figure of silver income, it is the pitiful grain income.

In the fourth year of Zhaowu, since the beginning of the disaster relief project, the emperor decreed to exempt the agricultural tax in several severely disaster-stricken places in the north.

At the same time, there are more or less agricultural tax relief policies for most of the disaster-affected areas.

His eyes were on the tax revenue figures, but the emperor didn't have much joy.

In this country, emphasizing agriculture and suppressing business has been a policy that has been adhered to by successive dynasties since ancient times.

It is obvious that the ancients could not fail to see the benefits of commerce.

However, it has always insisted on emphasizing agriculture and suppressing business, which naturally has its reasons.

The flourishing of business is only the icing on the cake for the country's prosperity.

Agriculture is what matters to the country.

And suppressed commerce and basic agriculture are enough to guarantee the emergence of a generation of prosperity.

How to choose among them, the past dynasties have already made an extremely clear decision.

His emphasis on commerce will inevitably impact the foundation of the country, agriculture.

How to grasp the balance among them is obviously a great test of the power of the ruling class.

Although this problem has not yet appeared, it is obvious that once it appears, it will be too late!

As the facilitator of all this, he must prevent and make arrangements in advance.

"Demographics, the red line of arable land...exploitation of territory...and harsh laws..."

One thought soon emerged in my mind.

The Son of Heaven knew that, given the circumstances of this era, what he did, strictly speaking, was counterproductive.

As for him, he must solve and prevent the disaster brought about by overthrowing the seedlings bit by bit.

During the flow of thoughts, the pen is also swaying on the memorial book, and the will of the emperor is also inadvertently reflected in this memorial book. In the end, these instructions will also be passed on to each subordinate yamen, and then, Convey the will of the Son of Heaven to the whole world little by little, and change the world little by little.

In the great era, many people may not be able to notice the big changes, but after staying for a few years, looking back, the world may have changed.

Just like the Daheng in the fourth year of Zhaowu, and the Daheng in the early years of Zhaowu, there is already a world of difference.

However, even though the world is different, there is still an incomparably far distance from the prosperous age in the eyes of the emperor.

After about an hour or so, the emperor put down the pen in his hand, casually picked up a few volumes of secret music from all over the world to read for a while, and then looked at the few little princes in the palace who were shaking their heads and reading the books.

It has been more than a year since Zhaowu prepared to enlighten these little princes in the third year.

Enlightenment was put on the agenda as early as the beginning of the fourth year of Zhaowu.

For the little prince's education, the emperor will naturally not be tolerant in the slightest. There is no such thing as happy learning in this emperor's family.

The more you get, the more you pay!

The emperor personally made the schedule, and every day was full of time, even if it was a holiday, it was rare to rest.

Every once in a while, the emperor would take the time to personally teach, or to assess the princes.

For the education of the prince, the emperor naturally did not stick to one thing, what the emperor has always pursued is pragmatism.

What ideas, what rules...

All of these were proposed by humans and formulated by humans, and they were also used to bind humans.

And the Son of Heaven, the holder of all rights, would be a fool if he was bound by these things!

What a promising king needs is to understand it and then control it!

Use what is easy to use, and make it easy to use what is not easy to use!

Under the will of the emperor, the education of the prince is obviously completely beyond the outline.

Since ancient times, all schools and factions, all the sages' classics that the emperor thought were useful, were all textbooks for the emperor to study.

As for the new learning, martial arts, that is a matter of course,

Such a maverick, at the beginning, naturally caused an uproar among many ministers who were obsessed with etiquette, but, under the insistence of the emperor, this matter was also resolutely carried out.

Wandering around the tables of the princes, checked the situation of the dictation, and asked a few more questions, the emperor nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, I'll give you half a day off today."

The emperor waved his hand, and the little princes laughed so hard that their eyes narrowed, and they all bowed respectfully, "Thank you, father!"

The emperor was also smiling all over his face. In his spare time, watching the little princes grow up slowly was a rare moment for him to relax.

At this moment, the palace door was suddenly pushed open, and the wind and snow penetrated in. Er Dezi hurried in, covered in wind and snow, with a dignified expression.

Just when he was about to speak, he saw the eunuchs and maids around him, and he held back his words.

Seeing this, the emperor frowned, waved his hand, and signaled Er Dezi to approach.

After listening to the ear, the smile on the emperor's face suddenly froze.

The little princes also seemed to realize that the atmosphere was not right, they looked at each other, and then quietly walked out of the palace.

At this moment, the emperor obviously didn't care about the actions of the little prince. He was silent for a long time before letting out a long breath. Looking at the wind and snow pouring into the palace like a river, the emperor made a faint sound.

"Be careful to keep it secret, don't say anything, bring it to the palace first."