Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Great victory, great victory for the navy!"

In the midsummer of Beiping City, the lazy, most enthusiastic is probably Zhizhi.

People entering and leaving the city will stay at the gate for a while to hide from the sun.

When they heard the rapid sound of horseshoes, the guard sergeant drove the people who stayed in the city gate.

After hearing the shout of Baojie, without using them to drive away, the people at the feet of the emperor immediately showed their qualities, and instantly walked away.

The valiant cavalry rushed into the city gate, and even the exhausted horse was energized, and with a long hiss, it could accelerate again.

The horseshoe stepped on the concrete road and made a crisp sound.

According to the rules, the cavalry who reported victory had to pass through the streets in front of them to inform the people in the capital of the good news.

"Navy Great Victory?"

"Yes, look at them, they are all black and dark. They must have been rushing all the way from the south, okay!"

"Okay! The navy is a great victory, and the Taixi people are not my Ming's opponents. It's safe! Life is safe!"

"How did you know that you were fighting Tessie?"

"Stupid stupid! Looking at the sea, apart from the Taisi, who is worthy of Xing and Bo sending someone to report the victory?"

A group of ordinary people and businessmen stood together, clearly distinguished from the group of people in green shirts beside them.

A businessman casually refuted the scholar nearby, and when he woke up, he became a little afraid. But when I think of those gentry who were cleaned up by the army last year, they shouted: "Wait for the good news, you should go get drunk and congratulate Daming!"

"Yes, yes! Those restaurants will definitely be discounted today. Let's go, let's go together!"

Even the common people called their friends to drink, leaving the group of scholars with a gloomy face.

The sun is shining, but the haze in these people's hearts is still not shining.

The clean-up of the north has suppressed the gentry, but it has also drawn a gap between the gentry and the emperor.

This is a gap that is almost impossible to fill.

From then on, the gentry was no longer the staunchest ‘supporter’ of Daming, let alone the ruler of Daming’s grassroots level.

"That person... didn't he say that he doesn't understand water warfare?"

A scholar murmured.

The deathly silence was broken, everyone felt the heat, and ran under the eaves behind to take shelter.

The atmosphere was very uncomfortable. These gentry didn't know what they were thinking, but there was no hint of joy or excitement, as if this was not a victory, but a funeral.

"He doesn't understand water warfare, but Hong Baozai and Fu Xianzai, they are both veterans of naval masters, and Hong Bao is a ruthless character who rushes to Taixi alone. Daming naval masters are invincible in the world..."

"That eunuch!"

"Eunuchs can lead the army when they are in politics, which reminds people of... the former Tang!"

This topic is taboo, and it is almost a crime that can be caught in Dongchang and Jinyiwei.

But these more than ten people didn't take it seriously. Ever since the privilege was revoked, they felt that they had been abandoned by Ming.

You abandoned me, still want me to share the joys and sorrows with you?

Go dreaming!

"That person's luck is really good, he even met the Taixi people and came out and wandered. With Hong Bao and Fu Xian, he could win if he changed me."

"He was lucky. Those Tessie country folks guessed that they were blown away by a firearm, and then chased after the incident. What a credit!"

"Bah! High meritorious master, see if he will be promoted this time!"

"Yes!"

A group of people laughed relative to each other. Someone said: "Wonderful! This time I have done a lot, so I have to become Xinghehou if I don't say anything."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Go, drink!"

...

The atmosphere in the palace is still calm, and the people sent to the south still have no response.

Yang Rong was a little anxious, so that there were a few bubbles at the corners of his mouth. The external explanation was that the weather was getting hot.

"...This year, the taxation in the north will be greatly improved. The South... Your Majesty, plus the rice from Nuergandusi, and the cattle and sheep outside the Great Wall, this year the south will almost be able to go north without transporting rice."

This is good news. Even if the price is gentry centrifugation, the North can be self-sufficient in food. This in itself is a blockbuster news that can give everyone peace of mind.

After a burst of relaxed laughter, Zhu Zhanji said: "Nuer Gandusi produces a lot of grain every year. With potatoes, the north is self-sufficient for the first time. Zhuqing, what is the land of bitter cold? In the hands of Daming, it is Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall!"

Zhu Zhanji's spirit was flying for only a moment, but the officials felt the unruly in the emperor's heart.

Don't always bring up some ancestral system to rule me.

When the capital was moved back then, what did you say that the north is a land of bitter cold, where food cannot be self-sufficient, and most importantly, it is too dangerous for Beiping to face the horseshoes and long swords of foreign races!

But where is the alien now?

"I heard that Atai's cattle and sheep have made a fortune?"

Zhu Zhanji asked easily.

Yang Rong also replied easily: "Yes, my Majesty, I don’t know who gave them the idea, saying that it is more profitable to sell by himself, so Atai often writes memorials, and urges that the right of free business in the Tatar Ministry be opened. Suppressed again."

These trivial things can't reach Zhu Zhanji's front, so he just smiled and said: "The people of Daming don't have the right to do business freely. How can they give it to others first?"

The bias in this remark is obvious, with some hints.

Road guide!

Ever since Fang Xing made such a fuss in Jinling, the road guidance system has aroused great discussion.

Daming has introduced many policies, but not much can make everyone happy, but the proposal to cancel the guide has aroused unanimous approval.

Everyone was going to pretend to be stupid, but the honest Yang Shiqi said: "Your Majesty, the cancellation of the guide has to be seen. If it is cancelled, how many people will be added to each place to manage customers? Is the inspection department going to increase the number of households? If the Ministry wants to think about how to get a household sticker for everyone, even if it is not easy to counterfeit, there are so many people who have to carefully plan!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded in admiration and said, "This is exactly the reason Yang Xueshi has become a nation."

Yang Shiqi was immediately happy, but Yang Rong thought of Fang Xing's proposal back then.

——Gradually increase the number of officials below the county level!

This is the last privilege of drawing salaries from the bottom of the tank and arranging the gentry!

Governing the country is like flowing water.

Flowing water will not rush when it encounters obstacles. It slowly gains momentum, then slowly passes over the obstacles and continues to move forward.

It has been a long time since the proposal, but Yang Rong thought about Daming's recent reform steps, but was surprised to find that they were compressing the rights of the gentry step by step.

At the time Fang Xing proposed to increase the number of officials below the county level, this was the ultimate goal.

First put forward the ultimate goal, and then move forward step by step, not rushing or impatient.

This is a scientific method ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and it is the rhythm of vomiting blood!

Yang Rong felt that the blood bubble at the corner of his mouth was more painful, and his heart and lungs were hurting.

"Great victory..."

The monarch who was silent was shocked by the shout.

What big victory?

Yang Pu turned around and looked around and asked, "Where did the great victory come from?"

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he felt sad and tormented.

Zhu Zhanji abruptly got up and said with piercing eyes: "Go, bring in!"

Yu Jia went out in person, and later brought in a sergeant.

The sergeant saluted, Zhu Zhanji sat back slowly, and asked, "Where is the great victory?"

The first time I met the Saint, even if it was carefully selected, the sergeant was still very excited.

"Your Majesty, a great victory for the navy..."

Yang Rong's body trembled and trembled violently, and then the blood bubble at the corner of his mouth burst, and the blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and he didn't even feel it.

Yang Shiqi happily looked at the sergeant who reported the victory, Yang Pu comforted his beard, and Jin Youzi frowned slightly after he was overjoyed...

Zhu Zhanji took the good news, read it quickly, and said: "When the navy came out of the strait, they encountered the Taixi ship. They battled wits and courage all the way, fought several times, and finally encountered the main force of the coalition force when they were approaching the sky. The two sides fought. Daming Navy defeated the Thai-Western Allied Forces in the first battle..."

Zhu Zhanji's emotions couldn't be suppressed. He waved the victory in his hand and said in excitement: "Sink and capture more than two hundred coalition warships. The enemy chiefs are only spared!"

"good!"

Yang Shiqi's rare eyebrows danced, "Your Majesty, after this battle, the Taixi people will definitely not dare to peep from the east, the sea is safe!"

Yang Rong said solemnly: "It's not stable. Twenty years. If it doesn't work out, it won't take twenty years. The Taixi people will once again send a stronger fleet to provoke Daming."

This is an increasingly stable first assistant, which makes Zhu Zhanji very satisfied.