Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

Zhu Di did not make all the decisions at once. He only allowed everyone to go and investigate and then confirm whether to establish a fiefdom.

There is a three-year probation period after the fiefdom is changed. If there is no improvement in the fiefdom and it stagnates by then, it is possible to change the fiefdom again. If it still doesn't work after changing the fiefdom, then he will join the Wei army and move his family to the capital to live out his life.

For those who had not yet been granted the title of king or fiefdom, Zhu Di had already sent them to the Imperial College.

If they want to be crowned kings, they must study hard in the Imperial Academy.

This brotherly gathering came to a successful conclusion in November.

Zhang Xin also went into the delivery room to give birth.

Zhu Gaochi talked about these things in a rambling way, and Zhang Xin wanted to hold his forehead:

"So in the end, not everything was finalized, and only the Eighteenth Uncle was decided first?"

"We have to give them some time. Even if they want to rebel?"

Zhu Gaochi was not in a hurry.

Anyway, everyone now has a sense of shared hatred and a common enemy, and that's enough.

"Why do I feel that this sounds so weird?"

"If a person refuses to listen to advice and refuses to stop, it means that he has chosen a path that he must take and he will have to hit the wall. It doesn't matter what we think. No matter how right we are, we can't change the fact that some people think they are right, unless they realize it."

Zhu Gaochi is now very calm.

There were more than a dozen imperial uncles, and they were very busy during those three days.

Even if the ending seems to be good for you and me, I don't know what you are thinking.

"I am grateful for your advice. Your Highness's words are very interesting."

Zhang Xin thought this made sense.

"Of course, after all, I am a learned man!"

Zhu Gaochi raised his head arrogantly.

"What about Uncle Eighteen? Is he determined not to return to Yunnan?"

Zhang Xin rolled her eyes and asked again.

"He and Mu Sheng don't get along... There's a way out."

Zhu Gaochi supported Zhang Xin and walked under the corridor, paying attention to Zhang Xin's feet as he spoke.

Prince of Min, Zhu Yu, had indeed done nothing good before. During the time of Zhu Yunwen, Mu Sheng caught him in a small matter and reported it to Zhu Yunwen in a memorial, and he was stripped of his fiefdom at that time.

After his father ascended the throne and conferred him the title of king again, he returned to Yunnan and had an intense conflict with Mu Sheng. He ran to the government office and forcibly took the seal, and killed several officials who had reported him at the time.

This time his father summoned the princes to Beijing, and he arrived the fastest.

He went to confess to his father immediately.

At this time, what can his father do to him? If he is demoted again, the reunion of the brothers will be in vain.

It is also not conducive to the expectation of getting everyone to work hard in the future.

So, after some research, Uncle Eighteen got a job ahead of schedule.

Study water control.

Zhu Di allowed his eighteenth uncle to freely review the water control files of the Ministry of Works over the years.

Uncle Eighteen was not polite either. He now stayed in the public housing of the Ministry of Industry all day long. When he was off duty at night, he went home with a tall stack of files.

"Do you think it's okay?"

Zhang Xin didn't know much about this eighteenth uncle.

"It's OK. We have to give it a try anyway. Xia Yuanji and Xie Jin are still in charge of the general direction."

Zhu Gaochi didn't see any uselessness in it for the time being.

"I understand. By the way, don't forget to tell Dad that those fake monks should not be sent to the army, but to work in the coal mines. The same goes for the captives of the Tusi uprising."

Zhang Xin thought of something else.

Before she went to the delivery room to give birth, Zhu Gaochi mentioned that two major events had happened in the court.

In Zhili and Zhejiang, there were more than 1,800 sons of soldiers and civilians who secretly shaved their heads to become monks and went to Beijing to apply for ordination certificates.

After the Ministry of Rites reported the truth, Zhu Di was furious.

The previous emperor had a regulation regarding becoming a monk, which stated that people were only allowed to become monks when they were 40 years old or above.

It is obvious that these people became monks to avoid taxes and labor service.

At that time, Zhu Di issued an order in the court to exile these 1,800 people to Liaodong and Gansu.

When Zhu Gaochi came back and talked about it, Zhang Xin remembered that the bad reputation of the soldiers in the capital was caused by these exiled people.

When I wanted to talk to Zhu Gaochi about changing the punishment, I got busy and forgot about it.

I remembered it now and quickly reminded him again.

The rebellion of the Xunliu chieftain is even worse than secretly shaving one's head and becoming a monk.

In February, chieftains in Xunzhou, Liuzhou and other places in Guangxi launched an uprising.

My father-in-law asked the Guangxi military commander-in-chief Han Guan to prepare troops in various forts in Jiaozhi and move them to suppress the rebellion.

More than 13,000 people were captured alive.

This adds up to nearly 15,000 people. What will happen if we draft them all into the army?

The number of people is almost as large as that of a battalion. It's like a bunch of bad apples thrown into a pot of porridge.

It just so happened that a coal mine was discovered on a mountain near an imperial farm a while ago.

The correct thing to do is to send people to mine.

"Mining for coal is just a small matter. Now there is something bigger, and it will be huge if it continues to develop."

Zhu Gaochi shook his head.

Zhang Xin mentioned it before and he had kept it in mind, but it couldn't be done that way for the time being.

"what?"

Zhang Xin asked with wide eyes.

She vaguely remembered that it didn't seem like anything serious happened at this time.

"The military farms in the garrisons were occupied."

Zhu Gaochi's face looked heavy.

When my great-grandfather founded the dynasty, the total military strength of the country was 1.2 million.

By the time his father ascended the throne, the number had reached 2.3 million.

The monthly wages for cavalrymen require two dan of grain, and for ordinary soldiers one dan per month. With this calculation, the amount of grain needed to pay the wages each year is quite huge.

But my grandfather’s military settlements were run very well.

Once the garrison was established, the garrison troops would reclaim wasteland near the garrison.

The imperial court provided agricultural tools and oxen free of charge.

Each soldier cultivated about 50 mu of land and was exempt from taxes for the first three years. After three years, he had to pay one dou of grain per mu.

Thirty percent of the soldiers defended the city, and seventy percent stayed in the garrisons to farm and store grain.

By the end of the Hongwu period, the grain contributed by the soldiers from the cultivated land was more than enough to meet the food and fodder needs of the soldiers defending the city, and the army's salaries were basically self-sufficient.

In the 21st year of Hongwu, the tax grain paid by military settlements across the country amounted to more than 5 million shi.

In the second year of Yongle, the number was eight million shi.

Zhu Gaochi was well aware of these numbers.

But this time, because he wanted to allocate official land to officials, he had people reorganize the Yellow Book and the Fish Scale Book.

Someone below quietly handed over a memorial.

The land of ordinary soldiers in the garrison was occupied by senior officers.

Except for the garrisons near the capital, such things were happening almost everywhere in the country.

Those at the lowest level of the military only have land to farm, which is barely enough to make a living.

If there are more children in the family, they have to go to the mountains to dig wild vegetables for a living.

Some officials are not human beings and they even extort money from ordinary soldiers. Those who don't pay tribute in money or food will be made to suffer.

Therefore, as long as people know the inside story, no one would be willing to become a military household.

This is the most fundamental reason why military households are not welcomed.

Although Zhu Gaochi had thought that there would definitely be situations where a higher-ranking official would crush someone to death, he did not expect that there would be signs of this happening at this time.

If the soldiers don’t have enough food to eat, how can they defend the country and expand the territory?