The third volume sailed in the Ming Dynasty

His Royal Highness was silent, and several courtiers knelt on their knees, their faces holding their breath with grief and indignation.

Only the dense raindrops outside the carved window lattice kept beating on the dripping eaves, a sound, a wisp, endlessly. Listening to the ears of the human ear, it only adds an inexplicable annoyance.

Chongzhen sat on the high chair, his face was vague, but his heart was secretly refreshing.

Without it, through a series of practices by Qin Haoming, Emperor Chongzhen finally knew how rich the Ming Dynasty under his rule was, and where all this money flowed.

Let's not mention the past, the eight Jin merchants, Gao Qiqian, Chen Yan and others have become yesterday's yellow flowers, and while filling himself with internal money, it has also changed his mentality.

Especially a few months ago, he accepted Qin Aiqing's suggestion to try to borrow money from the ministers with the dignity of a country when the internal treasury was abundant and the treasury was in difficulty.

The result was unexpected, but in Qin Aiqing's calculations, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty all shouted for heaven and earth, and the meaning of the expression was one word, poor. The opinions were surprisingly unanimous, as if collusion was good.

This made him, who has always had a good face, feel very disappointed, but at the same time, he was also a little lucky, as Qin Aiqing said, it is better to see through things earlier, then there is still a chance to change.

The courtiers had already separated from him, and there was no need to take the country's soldiers against them.

Is Da Ming sorry for them? Or is it true, as they say, that the income is too low to support the family?

The answer, of course, is no, it's all an excuse.

As Qin Aiqing said, Da Ming has already given them all he can, and as the Son of Heaven, he has no reward to impress them.

It's like a servant is richer than his master, where will he serve his master, just think about it, it's impossible, and it's not a natural scumbag.

It's not enough that they enjoy glory and wealth, the courtiers still have to use him as a rag, wipe it when the buttocks are not clean, and in the blink of an eye, they will be honest and honest to the people.

In fact, they are no longer officials for the Ming Dynasty and the king, but for the sake of preserving their existing interests and wealth.

As a result, policies that are favorable to them will be implemented, and those that are unfavorable to them will be resisted, and then they will not compete with the people for profit.

The reason is very simple, but he didn't understand it.

After Qin Aiqing nodded a few words, and then carefully recalled them and compared them one by one, he found that this was indeed the case.

Just like the kneeling scholar in front of him, the two Langzhong have a close relationship with the gentry and wealthy families in Guangzhou City.

Chaoshan typhoon disaster, I didn't see them run out and say that they wanted to do something for their fathers and fellow villagers. Because they know that even if the family is affected by a disaster, food and clothing are indispensable, and their lives will not be affected in the slightest.

But once it came to their wealth, they were immediately in a hurry, and they couldn't sit still anymore, even if it was windy and rainy, they still worked tirelessly.

"Wang Aiqing! Why don't you allocate money for disaster relief? Chongzhen's voice resounded through the silent temple, and no joy or sorrow could be heard.

"The emperor, there is a shortage of silver in the household, and the ministers are helpless, and now there is only the emperor of Qiyu, and the emperor is the holy judge."

Wang Liyan's eyes under his snow-white eyebrows raised very quickly, swept over Emperor Chongzhen and the people who continued to kneel, and then hung down quietly.

He was originally going to return to his hometown, but Chongzhen kept him temporarily because there was no one in the cabinet. The purpose is to cooperate, no, it should be said that it is more suitable to be a puppet, on the condition that his eldest grandson enter the Hanlin Academy.

This is a temptation that he can't refuse, you must know that the Hanlin Academy may not be too high-grade, but it is known as the "Son of Heaven Private".

He specialized in drafting confidential edicts, was responsible for revising books and writing history, drafted edicts, served for members of the imperial family, and served as examiners for imperial examinations. The noble status is a stepping stone to become an old cabinet minister and even a local official.

This should not be underestimated, just like the later generations, the confidential secretary of the chief is not a high-ranking official, but he is more awe-inspiring than a high-ranking official.

"Okay, all Aiqing, I'm tired, let's go home, I have my own opinions."

Taking a deep breath, he glanced coldly at the few old ministers kneeling on the ground, Chongzhen raised his eyebrows and smiled indifferently, although he was elegant and calm, he couldn't hide the pleasure of revenge between his eyebrows.

Yes, I can't give you anything anymore, but I can redistribute it.

As Qin Aiqing said, since you are like this, it is better for one family to cry than for ten thousand families to cry.

Take Zheng Yuanfeng, the official of the Ministry of Langzhong, as an example, from the five-grade official.

After the investigation of Jinyiwei, there were three large and small houses in Gyeonggi, and there were 86 wives and concubines and slaves in the house, and the monthly food and clothing were about 500 taels of silver.

As the head of the family, Zheng Yuanfeng not only supports the outer house, but also has carriage and horse expenses, clothing expenses, poetry clubs, prostitute fees, personal contacts, etc., with a monthly guaranteed expenditure of at least 2,000 silver.

And his monthly salary, even if he counts all kinds of miscellaneous subsidies, is less than twenty taels of silver.

Why is this happening?

It is not because he is an official in the ministry, he uses his position to use his power for personal gain, and the officials below compete for bribes.

Your Majesty, do you think they really serve the people selflessly? Do you believe it?

Suddenly, looking at Zheng Yuanfeng, who was kneeling on the ground with a sad face, Chongzhen suddenly remembered this sentence in Qin Aiqing's secret recital.

I have to say that under the influence of Qin Haoming, Chongzhen has become a little bad.

The ministers looked at each other in disbelief.

What is this, the Son of Heaven has not expressed anything, and it will be over with a sentence of my own opinion.

But what if not? Can you still persecute the Son of Heaven? Isn't there room for thought?

They don't have that kind of ability yet.

Wang Liyan's old body wrapped in the vermilion official robe embroidered with brocade chicken group pattern was shocked, and he slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he already understood eight or nine points in his heart.

"Wait for the resignation!"

Gongbu Lang Zhonghan Yi hesitated for a long time before he slowly got up and straightened up, and his legs under the dark vermilion palace robe were already numb from kneeling for a long time.

The moment he cautiously raised his head, he saw the king's dark eyes looking at him in a dead silence. I felt like a prey targeted by a bird of prey, and my heart couldn't help but tremble.

The hall was once again dead silent. The red candles on the pear wood carved incense have not yet burned out, emitting a faint light, and it seems that there is a trace of cold air in this glorious palace.

Xiao Dezi couldn't help but shudder, and the palace maids in the palace were as light as green jade, as light as stagnant water, and they were waiting with their eyebrows down.

"Your Majesty—"

Faintly, I saw a layer of darkness on the king's face. Xiao Dezi has been on an errand in front of the emperor for many years, but he has never seen a king with such a look, and his heart trembles.

After a while, he finally couldn't bear the suffocating silence, and whispered respectfully.

Hahaha......

Chongzhen couldn't hold back the joy in his heart anymore, and laughed proudly.

Xiao Dezi didn't know why, he looked sideways at the outside of the hall, the wind rose, and the leaves of the old trees outside the hall trembled.

There was a crisp "pop", and the carved window lattices were blown open by the strong wind. Xiao Dezi hurriedly went to close the window, but Chongzhen ordered: "No." ”

I got up and went to the window to look at the sky, only to see the dark clouds rolling in the sky, a gust of wind coming, carrying ten thousand lines of silver filaments floating, the rain hit the glazed tiles crackling sound.

In a short time, the rain began to pour down, rustling the leaves of the trees, and you could see the raindrops rippling on the water.

In front of the hall, there was a misty water vapor, Chongzhen didn't feel refreshed, and said lightly: "This rain is really timely!" ”