Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

There was a clear distinction in the palace. The Manchu officials firmly disagreed, and the Han officials retorted. Because, after all, the treatment of the Eight Banners of Manchu was much better than the Eight Banners of Han and the Eight Banners of Mongolian combined, and most of the annual silver gifts went to the Eight Banners of Manchu.

Of course, this is only the superficial reason. The fundamental reason is the struggle for status between the Manchus and the Han people. It is nothing more than this!

Seeing that the Manchu and Han officials were arguing and about to fight, but they didn't even come up with a reliable proposal, Yinzhen frowned and scolded impatiently: "Okay, I didn't call you here to quarrel endlessly. What is important and what is not important, don't you know it clearly?"

"We have been disrespectful, please forgive us, Your Majesty."

"I won't make a fuss about it this time, but don't let it happen again! Go on."

After a while, the Minister of Finance Zhang Tingyu stepped forward and reported, "Your Majesty, the financial difficulties are only temporary. If the Eight Banners children continue to live like this, the capital will be overwhelmed! No matter what means are used, if we leave it alone, something terrible will happen."

This time is very different from the time when the public school was built. No matter how much the public school spends each year, it will not exceed 100,000 taels. The contribution from the Eight Banners is a bottomless pit!

"Your Majesty, Zhang Tingyu is lying. How can such a huge capital not accommodate hundreds of thousands of bannermen?" As for whether the national treasury can afford the expenses of the Eight Banners? Let's not talk about it. He knows his own limitations!

"That's hundreds of thousands? There are already 900,000 male adults now. In another 30 or 40 years, there will be a million or 800,000 of them. Will you vacate your houses for the bannermen to live in?" The Minister of Justice started to retort.

"You..." The Manchu official thought about it again and again, but finally held back. "Your Majesty, Shengjing's climate is bitterly cold, and it is not suitable to move many people there. Please consider it carefully."

Consider? What else to consider? No one has proposed to move the Eight Banners to Shengjing? Although where else can the Bannermen move to if not Shengjing?

Yinzhen sighed speechlessly, not bothering with this panicked old minister who was over fifty years old, "Do you have any other suggestions?"

Honghui stepped forward at this time: "Your Majesty, I am thinking, should we find some other way out for the Eight Banners? The salary of being a soldier alone is not enough to support the whole family."

"No, the ancestral rules cannot be changed. Bannermen are not allowed to farm, work, do business, or take the imperial examinations. It is even more unacceptable to compete with the people for profits..."

"You can't even support your family, why are you still clinging to the ancestral rules?" He hated to hear that the ancestral rules cannot be changed!

"Father Emperor, the reality right now is that the bannermen are having difficulty making a living, not that the imperial court can't afford it! With you in charge, how can the national treasury not be able to support the bannermen for eight or ten years?"

This compliment made Yinzhen feel relieved. "You are right. The court can support the registered bannermen, but bannermen cannot support their families. Besides, how many bannermen can the Qing Dynasty have? The money I gave in the past was all for the soldiers. People without any positions did not get any money. The children of the Eight Banners do not have a more comfortable life than ordinary people?"

Having said that, he still had concerns in his heart. As the monarch of the Qing Dynasty, no matter how much he advocated the kinship between Manchus and Han people, he was also worried that the Manchu army would get the opportunity to find another way out and no longer fight for him. After all, the salary for being a soldier was really not that much!

"Should we leave the banner and become civilians? Should we move the bannermen out of the capital? Should we find another way out for the bannermen? Everyone, please go back and write your memorials, and we will discuss this at the morning court tomorrow."

So on that day, from Emperor Yongzheng to the ministers and vice ministers of various ministries, all returned to their own residences with heavy hearts. Some even ignored the suspicion of being a "clique" and went in groups of three or five to find a secret place to discuss the matter.

This concerns the Qing Dynasty and the conflict between Manchus and Han people. They can't help but be sad!

As for Honghui, he had prepared a draft in his mind long ago. After returning home, his thoughts came to him like a spring, and in just half an hour he had written a thick-looking letter.

[…I beg your Majesty to make a ruling. Your son, Aixinjueluo Honghui, is reporting this! ]

After another quick glance up and down, and seeing that nothing was missing, he properly packed it into a secret box and sent it to the palace according to procedure.

As a result, Yinzhen hadn't even had dinner when he received a memorial from his eldest son. He couldn't help but ask in surprise, "So soon?"

Calculating the time, he started writing as soon as he got home, right?

Su Peisheng very consciously replied, "This is a memorial submitted by Prince Zhao's Palace, and the subordinates dare not stop it," and then took his leave.

"The Eight Banners can engage in business, but the scale and profits need to be restricted. It sounds good to set up a special supervision department, but isn't the limit a bit too high? It would be better to make it lower." Yinzhen muttered to himself as he flipped through the memorials, devoting himself to the memorial presented by his eldest son.

"Bannermen who stay in Beijing are still not allowed to farm, but those who move to Shengjing can cultivate land for a living... The imperial examination is open to the Eight Banners, no, we need to think about it! Wait, every household is forced to force one male adult to join the army or be selected as a guard, this... this sounds interesting!"

Yinzhen was suddenly interested and began to read it with great interest. He saw that the memorial from his eldest son was detailed, reasonable and well-organized. After thinking about it, he felt that it was quite feasible, which showed that it was well considered.

"You have grown up and lived up to my teachings. This is my Qilin child!"

Yinzhen praised it three times and then started to read it again. As a result, he only read this memorial that night, while the rest were piled on the imperial desk and no one paid attention to them!

At the next morning court session, all the court officials presented their memorials one by one. Some were thin, some were thick. Some were well written and usable, while others looked ridiculous and unusable. However, none of them were as thorough and detailed as the one submitted by Prince Zhao Honghui.

Looking at the surprised eyes of the court officials, some sighing or admiring, Yinzhen felt extremely honored and was very happy for two days.

Although the Manchu and Han officials quarreled again afterwards and almost turned the court upside down, his mood suddenly became bad!

This time, all the troublemakers were fined three months' salary. Afterwards, Yinzhen simply deleted some parts of the memorial presented by his eldest son, so as to prevent the court officials from having wild ideas and making trouble out of nothing.

In June in the capital, court officials argued endlessly over the Eight Banners, the Eight Banners vied for their own future, the outer city was busy paving the last few alleys, and the suburbs were busy building the remaining dozen or so rooms in the public school. For a time, the entire capital was in a state of chaos, living up to the reputation of midsummer.

This busyness lasted until the beginning of August, which was a good day for unveiling the plaque of the public school. However, there was still no clear decision on the matter of the Eight Banners.

But by then, the emperor and his ministers had already reached a rough conclusion, and only some details remained that needed to be worked out for a few more days. Therefore, Honghui did not spoil the fun by going to urge them, but instead happily attended the ceremony of unveiling the plaque of the public school.

Looking at the dozens of houses in front of him and the hundreds of children who were not wearing new clothes but had thousands of lights in their eyes, Honghui was very pleased. "Good, really good. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. I hope you will hold the future in your own hands. I hope you will teach me. This king encourages you all!"