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

"Uncle Twenty-Second is just average in the Ministry of Justice."

Zhu Gaochi frowned slightly.

Most of the uncles who were ranked after the 20th were unknown in the Hongwu Dynasty. They had obvious flaws in their characters. Some of them were harsh on the outside but weak on the inside, while others appeared soft on the outside.

Uncle Twenty-Second is the latter type.

In the Ministry of Justice, he is quite marginal.

"To put it simply, I want someone who is gentler. I can't accept my female officials who are always trying to give orders! They have been in charge for so many years, they know everything! If someone leaves, he will always want to give orders."

Zhang Xin has changed several batches of business assistants for the female officials.

Relying on his education and his manliness, he has too many thoughts in his mind.

Another thing is, since it is the Royal Commerce Bureau, it would be better for someone from the Zhu family to be in it. Just because her father-in-law is awake now doesn't mean he will always be awake in the future. When the time is right, she will eventually let go.

"Then Uncle Twenty-Two should be able to do it."

Zhu Gaochi was happy.

His twenty-second uncle is nothing special, just a gentle person.

"Then you can ask dad for it later."

Zhang Xin doesn’t need this person to be very capable for the time being, he just needs a tool to stamp the documents.

"Why don't you just take your twenty-third and twenty-fourth uncles away together?"

Zhu Gaochi suggested.

"They're not doing a good job in the Sixth Department?"

When Zhu Gaochi said this, Zhang Xin thought of the early deaths of these two.

"No, I will let go of one sheep or two sheep."

Zhu Gaochi knew why Zhang Xin wanted people, and he didn't want Zhang Xin to be too tired.

"I'm afraid the three monks will have no water to drink."

Zhang Xin didn't want to create three huge mountains for the female officials.

"That's not the case. If anyone doesn't do their job well, it's easy for me to change their position right away."

Zhu Gaochi patted his chest and made the promise.

"Okay then, three months. If it doesn't work, we'll replace him, just like before."

Zhang Xin agreed.

Anyway, this group of little princes are quite obedient to Zhu Gaochi's command.

To be honest, we didn't have much ambition in our previous lives. Our father-in-law reduced the power of the princes, targeting those who had soldiers in their hands.

As long as they behave themselves, their father-in-law will continue to support them.

One of the reasons why Zhang Xin wants to use them is that they are not short of money in this life.

The most taboo thing in the Royal Commerce Bureau is corruption.

"it is good."

Zhu Gaochi made the final decision.

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Ming Dynasty, the tenth year of Yongle, March.

Forbidden City.

As soon as Zhu Di, who had been away from home for two months, returned with Zhu Zhanji, Xu pressed him into the study and pointed at the pile of memorials:

"You can't sleep until you finish!"

"... You've come all the way back, why don't you take a day off and do it tomorrow?"

Zhu Di struggled to his death.

"Then you should abdicate now and let your son take the throne!"

Xu was furious.

In the first month of the year, this old man sneaked out of the palace under the pretext of taking Zhu Zhanji out for a horse race. Wow, he ran away for almost three months!!!

Even if you really can't hold it back any longer and tell her you want to go to war, she will let you go.

You're still lying!

"Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"Do you know I'm worried? Do you know how many people would wonder what the prince did to you if the emperor sneaked out of the palace without prior arrangements? What's the head on your neck for? Is it a decoration?!!! If Xiaopang hadn't sent someone to deliver the letter that night, would I have searched the entire capital for the thief?! The two of them brought more than a dozen people with them. Isn't this a case of preferring life to death?"

Xu roared in succession, accompanied by his fists.

Zhu Di did not dare to fight back and was beaten until he cried out in pain.

The sound was heard outside, and Zhu Zhanji, who was standing outside eavesdropping on the domestic violence scene, wanted to go in and share the firepower with Zhu Di.

But on second thought, Zhu Di told him not to go and pay respects to Xu, obviously because he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of him.

He then felt at ease and turned away.

This time, thanks to my grandfather, I got to see Tang Sai'er, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

It seems that I can go and tell my mother that the Crown Prince’s Consort has been found.

Do it when you think of it.

Zhu Zhanji went straight to Wenhua Palace.

Zhang Xin was in the study, and when she saw Zhu Zhanji, she was not as excited as Xu was when she saw Zhu Di.

He just waved Zhu Zhanji to come forward, and after making sure that he was not missing any limbs, he grabbed a stack of papers from the desk and handed it to him.

"Your uncles have created the Haimao Business News. Let's see if it will work."

"Don't you want to ask something else first?"

Although Zhu Zhanji was used to Zhang Xin's calmness.

But, it seems, too calm.

"Nothing is missing, and you've returned safely. What else do you want to ask? Look. If it works, we'll start working on it right away."

Zhang Xin didn't even raise her head.

"Oh."

Zhu Zhanji felt a little depressed and looked down at the thing in his hand.

It's interesting at first glance.

On the far right side of the papers were large bold prints of the words "Haimao Business News".

The source is indicated below, such as Jiaozhi Maritime Customs and Tianjin Maritime Customs.

The content on the left is framed by two black boxes, with bold text on the edges - April Special Demand and April Special Supply.

The box lists a large number of commodity names, quantities, prices, and taxes.

At the bottom of the black frame, there is a row of horizontal text, which writes the address of the Maritime Customs and the name of the current Maritime Customs Commissioner.

"What did the uncles think?"

Before Zhu Zhanji was abducted by his grandfather, he went to the Royal Commerce Bureau to visit these uncles. It is impossible to say that they felt like fish in water.

It seemed that everyone in the bureau was extremely busy, and only the three of them were free enough to sit around the table and drink tea.

He originally thought that these uncles would be sent back to the court.

"Well, they sat on the bench for a month without doing anything. Later, your father went to give them some advice."

Zhang Xin was quite surprised when she received this thing today.

The daily throughput of several maritime customs offices is now very large, and it is no longer possible to be as detailed as in the beginning.

Especially for goods going out to sea or entering the sea.

Now we use this kind of business newspaper, which is posted at the entrance of the Maritime Customs Office at the beginning of every month, so that everyone can see the news at a glance.

This saves a lot of room for shady operations and also gives some small businesses the opportunity to benefit from it.

"Excellent!"

Zhu Zhanji was generous in giving praise.

"Let's do it, then. I think it's a good idea, too."

Zhang Xin has actually basically made the decision. Now that Zhu Zhanji feels there is no problem, he can just send someone to do it.

"Mother, what do you think about our imperial court publishing a Beijing newspaper?"

Zhu Zhanji took a few pieces of paper and flipped through them again. After thinking for a while, he spoke.

"Hmm? Isn't there a court bulletin?"

"The court bulletin is for officials to read. I think we can publish a newspaper for ordinary people to read. It can talk about major domestic events, and make government orders and imperial edicts public."

Zhu Zhanji was not making random suggestions.

The domestic situation has changed with each passing day in recent years.

Every time he went out for a trip to Mobei with Zhu Di and came back after only three to five months, he felt like a country bumpkin as soon as he returned to the capital.

Sometimes, Prince Ning would send letters saying that he could not keep up with the pace of the court.

"If you sit in a teahouse for an hour or so, you will know everything that happened in the capital city in the past year."

Zhang Xin felt that it was not particularly necessary. Besides, ordinary people had limited literacy.