The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Jiang Mansion,

Jiang Mian frowned slightly. This was the second time Yan Chengjin had read his family file.

"Brother Binzhi, what did that kid write on the impeachment?"

Li Dongyang sighed, took a sip of half a cup of wine, and trembled slightly. That kid was going to move the cabinet.

However, it was a bit insulting to throw someone to attract jade.

He wanted to help Jiang Mian, but last year Huguang was hit by a flood. The prefect Wu Tingju was a fellow villager of Jiang Mian and submitted a memorial to him.

Prefectures and counties are big and small, and have many or few populations.

In the past, disaster relief was mostly distributed in prefectures, states, and counties, but he set up a porridge stall in one place. A porridge stall could handle more than 500 people. There were countless people who starved to death on the road when they went to a city to beg for porridge.

Although the truth of Huguang's matter was still unknown, Li Dongyang knew that Jiang Mian was famous for saving money for the court.

"Mr. Jiang, the emperor may be going back to Beijing."

"Because of my foolish brother?"

Li Dongyang's eyelids twitched, and the little finger of his right hand tapped the wine glass slightly. Jiang Mian felt something during his careful observation.

Is this kid going to do something big?

...

Yan Mansion,

Yan Chengjin took the wolfberry chrysanthemum tea, and said goodbye to Li Qing'e with Yan Fanglai who was carrying a schoolbag.

After all, Yan Fanglai is growing up.

He is also three or four years old. When he lifts the sedan chair, the sedan bearer's body will be depressed. Yan Fanglai likes to sit in his father's sedan chair the most. He looks around with big eyes, wanting to explore but afraid of being scolded.

"What did you learn in the Zhanshi Mansion yesterday?"

"The frugality chapter of Zhenguan Zhengyao, which I learned with Zhu Zaikun." Yan Fanglai looked up at his father and said in a childish voice.

"Starting tomorrow, I will only stay in the palace for half a day. After noon, I will go to Liangxiang to study science."

The set of Confucianism will probably be lost in the crowd in the future.

Yan Fanglai thought about it carefully and asked, "Will Zhu Zaikun and Zhu Houcong go?"

"They are members of the royal family and cannot learn such miscellaneous knowledge. They need to learn the way of the emperor. You don't need to accompany them to study."

Yan Chengjin roughly knew the process of the Zhanshi Mansion.

First, they taught the Three Hundred Thousand, then the Four Books of Confucianism, and finally, the royal classics that implied the way of the emperor.

Most of them taught the emperor how to restrain his own behavior, respect the wise and humble, and govern the world. His son is not going to be an emperor, so why read these idle books?

In the future, he will probably pass on all his knowledge to this kid.

In front of the Zhanshi Mansion,

Wang Hua had a smile on his face, but when he saw Yan Chengjin, his expression was slightly stiff.

Yan Fanglai performed the teacher's salute and said, "Master Wang, Fanglai can only enter the palace for half a day from now on."

"Why?"

"Daddy said that Fanglai should go to Liangxiang to study science."

Wang Hua looked at Yan Chengjin with a stern face, and was so angry that a few strands of his beard fell off. "He can't even argue, how can he learn such miscellaneous studies?"

This is going astray.

As a mentor, he naturally had to advise Yan Chengjin, although it would be useless.

Yan Chengjin didn't say much to Wang Hua. They were not souls from the same world, so it probably didn't make sense.

Turning back to the Censorate, it had been two months since the message was sent to the retired emperor. The retired emperor should have returned to Beijing, right?

I wonder if you have seen the scene in Huguang?

There are many rivers and lakes in the Huguang area, especially in Anluzhou, the fief of King Xing, which is often in disaster. This time, Jiang Mian was pitted by his fellow villager Wu Tingju.

Reforming the cabinet and limiting the power of the cabinet is only the first level.

Expressing his feelings to the retired emperor Hongzhi is the second level.

He took the initiative to mention it, which made the retired emperor Hongzhi grateful and call him a loyal minister. This is the third level.

When the rabbit dies, the dog is cooked, and when the bird is dead, the bow is hidden. Just like Han Xin, who was unparalleled in merit, didn't he die?

The retired emperor Hongzhi was not stupid. Even if he didn't mention it, the retired emperor would think about cutting the cabinet.

"Has the retired emperor arrived in the capital?"

Ye Zhun next to him hesitated for a moment, and after a fierce struggle in his heart, he said: "He should have arrived in the capital, but I don't know where the emperor came from."

Early in the morning, the diligent commander Mou asked for leave to leave the palace, most likely to pick up the retired emperor.

He was also guessing.

Yan Chengjin pondered for a moment, took the official hat and went to line up at Zuoye Gate. Suddenly, a heavy breath sprayed on his neck. He didn't need to ask to know that it was Jiang Mian.

"Mr. Xie, can I change seats with you?"

Xie Qian turned back reluctantly, but still changed with Yan Chengjin.

Jiang Mian: "Mr. Xie, I want to change places with you!"

"..."Xie Qian.

"..."Yan Chengjin.

The heavy breath sprayed on his neck again, like a bull's nose.

Yan Chengjin: "Mr. Li, can I change places with you?"

Li Dongyang turned back unwillingly and moved his body.

Jiang Mian: "Brother Li, I want to change places with you."

"..."Li Dongyang.

"..."Yan Chengjin.

The breath became heavier, as if it was intentional.

After standing for a while, Yan Chengjin turned around and said to Jiang Mian: "Why is Mr. Jiang following me?"

"Are you going to impeach me today?"

Just now, Jiang Mian received another report from Fang Xue. In a while, this guy will impeach him in the court.

If you want to impeach, then impeach. And you also notify me. Isn't this like Huang Daxian beating gongs and drums to offer chickens, who are you insulting?

"Yes, this memorial may allow you to retire." Yan Chengjin pulled out a memorial from his sleeve.

Jiang Mian opened it and looked at it for a few seconds, then stood there in a daze.

Wu Tingju was his fellow villager. Four months ago, he submitted a memorial to the court, asking it to pay 150,000 taels of money and grain, but at that time only 100,000 taels were approved. In this way, more than 200,000 people could survive...

Yan Chengjin wrote a memorial to impeach the emperor, but the payment was too little, so the porridge stall was set up in one place.

Hungry people from all directions rushed here, but they died of starvation on the official road before they reached a city...

At this time, the golden bell rang, and Li Dongyang glanced at Jiang Mian, "Jingzhi, it's time to go to court."

Zhu Houzhao climbed up the imperial steps step by step. Seeing his happy face, there was no need to ask, he was in a good mood today.

"Lao Gao, I heard that you want to impeach Master Jiang?"

"That's right, this is my memorial."

Yan Chengjin handed over another memorial. Whether in this life or the last life, indirectly taking human lives is enough to strip him of his official position.

But sometimes, it doesn't count in the eyes of officials.

After all, the lives of hungry people are not worth silver, and they die if they die.

But today, his purpose is not to talk about this matter.

Zhu Houzhao glanced at the memorial, showing a thoughtful look, and couldn't help asking a question.

"Do you have any evidence?"

Jiang Mian took the lead and said, "I beg you to resign."

Yan Chengjin looked at Jiang Mian. The cabinet reform had not been mentioned yet. This was a waste of impeachment. "Mr. Jiang, don't worry."

"..." Jiang Mian.

Xie Qian looked at the impeachment in Zhu Houzhao's hand, curious about what was written to make Mr. Jiang so depressed.

After Zhu Houzhao handed over the impeachment, Yan Chengjin continued, "I ask for an order to change the cabinet to a five-year system."

The officials were a little confused.

You are also a cabinet minister, are you stupid?

Xie Qian was shocked and looked at Li Dongyang next to him in surprise, but he saw that he was calm and seemed to understand something.

"If no one objects, then please ask the new emperor to issue an order?" Yan Chengjin saw the dead silence in the hall and raised his head slightly.

It's not that he didn't object, but he didn't react.

Zhang Sheng hurriedly bowed: "How can we treat the cabinet changes as a joke?"

"Why does Lord Yan want to change the cabinet?" Cui Yan was puzzled.

Zhu Houzhao was also confused. Lao Gao was also a cabinet minister, but he wanted to cut himself off.

What a coward!

His eyes lit up again.

"Lao Gao, what benefit do you get?"