Jiajing is used to seeing the hundred officials who prostrate and bow in front of him, cautious, and don't even dare to fart, and he can't even let go of a fart, and he is bold and bold, and his chest is crackling, but the more he looks at it, the more pleasing it becomes.

Happy, he asked Huang Jin to set up a table of imperial meals and let Tang Yi accompany him to eat.

Obediently, the courtiers who can eat with Jiajing right now, except for Yan Song and Lu Bing, even Li Mo and Xu Jie, are not qualified. Tang Yi is not even a jinshi, so he can accompany Jiajing to eat, and the dragon of the saint is unimaginable.

Just because Jiajing likes him so much, can he use the military order, who dares not to give him the green light, it is purely impatient.

Although he ran for more than a month and was so tired that he didn't look like a child, but after leveling Jiajing and having the support of the big boss, Tang Yi suddenly felt that the sky was bluer, the water was clearer, and the world was so beautiful.

As soon as the spirit relaxed, people became lazy, Tang Yi returned to his residence, and he didn't have a warm book, just lay on the bed, snoring and sleeping, as if he wanted to make up for all the lost sleep.

He slept soundly, but the courtiers were lively again.

Jiajing adopted Tang Yi's suggestion and immediately sent out the six parts and the Dao of Science and Technology, asking them to study them carefully, and then make suggestions.

Not to mention anything else, the Kedao Yanguan is a group of experts who specialize in picking bones in eggs. Not long ago, when Kaihai was proposed, Kedao made a fuss, so that Jiajing had to postpone the plan.

Now that they are talking about rebuilding the outer city, many people have already been gearing up, and when Tang Yi's plan is sent, they are like great white sharks that smell blood, and they pounce without hesitation. One by one, their eyes widened, for fear of missing a mistake. In the huge capital, in every corner, there are countless pairs of critical eyes, carefully inspecting.

After five days, no one went to the book. The eerie silence startled everyone, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Six Corridors, which had been the loudest voices all along, fell silent.

Let everyone fall through the glasses, the wolf won't eat meat, the dog won't ****, and the official can't shut up?

But someone just told the official to shut up, could this guy be able to spell a spell?

Anyone with a discerning eye knows it. If there is a spell, then this spell is called: rain and dew are evenly wet, and benefits are shared!

In Tang Yi's plan, he put forward the concept of the so-called official residence, in short, to allocate a house to officials.

In fact, as the only metropolis in the world with a population of more than one million, Beijing has long been expensive, especially close to the Forbidden City. More expensive outrageous.

Officials in Beijing can own residences, roughly divided into three categories, one is the holy family, who has been rewarded by the emperor with a house, this kind of person is basically rare, and the second type is the powerful and powerful, such as Yan Song, who can not live in the Forbidden City. Pick and choose the rest of the place, and no one dares to care. As for the third category, that is, those with solid family backgrounds, such as Zhang Siwei and others, who were born in wealthy businessmen, and there is no pressure to buy a house.

Excluding these three categories, most of the Beijing officials. Especially the officials of Kedaoyan, as well as the officials of the Hanlin Academy, Guozijian, Honglu Temple, and the Jamesburg Mansion, can only live on dry money. In recent years, there have been seven deductions and eight deductions, and the arrears are serious, and I can't even afford to rent a house, let alone buy it.

Although the official master will not starve to death, as long as they open their mouths, a large number of people will line up and lend them silver. Don't forget, the big guys all read the book with their own Yan Ruyu, and the book has their own golden house.

I thought that if I was admitted to the Jinshi and became an official of the imperial court, I would become a master, but I didn't know that I was as chic as my family, not to mention the depressed energy.

As for Tang Yi, he prescribed the right medicine, and proposed that the area of the inner city was limited, and the land was used to build the six imperial courts, Jinyi Wei and other yamen, without taking into account the housing problems of hundreds of officials, especially new officials.

The dynasty attaches great importance to scholars, how can the hearts of the people make the future pillars of the court worry about their residences. Just outside the Zhengyang Gate near the inner city, Zhengdong Fang and Zhengxi Fang, a thousand residences were reserved, and the courtyards of the second and third entrances were rented by the imperial court to middle and lower-level officials, as well as new branch scholars, and the annual rent of each official residence was only a symbolic one or two pieces of silver.

How many officials are there in Jingshi? There are almost more than 2,000 people, deducting the six departments and Jiuqing and other senior officials, and then deducting those who are wealthy and can afford to buy a house, and 1,000 houses, which is just enough to settle all the officials who are tired by the house.

When they saw this, many officials were moved to tears.

This is not hypocrisy, but it is not easy.

The founding monarchs of all dynasties, in terms of background, Zhu Yuanzhang is the lowest. He has spared cows, been a monk, and been a rebel army, and knows the suffering of the common people, and at the same time he hates the officials.

Under Zhu Yuanzhang's hands, the officials of the Ming Dynasty took the least amount of money and did the most work, and if they were greedy for sixty taels of silver, they would be stripped of their skins, and even Lao Zhu gave the squires the power of the elderly, allowing them to send illegal officials into Beijing...... At that time, the officials were rectified to ********, and with the death of Lao Zhu, the officials kept increasing their salaries and increasing their salaries, but even so, the Ming Dynasty's salaries were the lowest in all dynasties.

A scholar is less than 200 taels of silver a year, and then look at the Song Dynasty, how many high-ranking officials have a salary, first of all, 400 yuan per month, 20 acres of Yongye field, 150 to 200 stone of rice per month, and the retinue of the imperial court also contracts 70 to 100 people to give clothes and food; In addition, there are miscellaneous items, including 40 to 100 horses of silk, 30 to 200 horses of silk, 100 to 500 taels of cotton, and even table salt is as much as seven stones, enough to kill a few people.

Counting on his fingers, the number of Yulu in the Great Song Dynasty was more than ten times more than that of the Ming Dynasty.

The most uncomfortable thing is that Cao Dazhang, these Hanlin officials, every time they see the treatment of the previous dynasty, they salivate for a long time, and they can't wait to travel to the Song Dynasty, they are also emperors, why is the gap between the old Zhao family and the old Zhu family so big!

Of course, the officials only dare to think about it in their hearts, after all, the blatant large-scale increase in treatment will not only make the emperor unable to pass the pass, but will also cause countless gossip, and everyone can only endure it.

So when Tang Yi's plan was launched, it was understandable that the officials cried excitedly, after so many years, someone finally remembered the big guy.

The benefits are finally here!

Even if someone disagrees with Tang Yi's plan, and some people want to stop it, but when they see the vicious eyes of others, they immediately stop fighting, if anyone dares to jump out and oppose it, it is the public enemy of the whole people, and I am sorry God if I don't kill you!

On the sixth or seventh day, the officials of the court finally figured it out, this is not a dream, and they wrote books one after another, praising them one-sidedly, the so-called art industry has a specialty, Tang Yi wants to shoot Jiajing's sycophants, and the words he says are always a little bit hot, but these people are not, they shoot all over the sky, as if they are building an outer city, which is greater than Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di combined.

This is no longer an ordinary project, but has risen to the level of philosophy, and has moved from philosophy to theology...... Just when everyone was clapping their hands, there was also one who went crazy.

He directly killed Tang Yi's residence, Zhu Xizhong's face was pale, he suppressed his anger, entered Tang Yi's study, and asked: "Okay, my sister married your father, who am I?" ”

"Who else, uncle." Tang Yi said blankly, saying that this Cheng Guogong's brain is broken, and he doesn't even know about this thing?

Zhu Xizhong shook his fat body, like a mountain, and pressed against Tang Yi, face to face, and the spit stars sprayed Tang Yi in the face.

"It's good for you to admit it, my uncle asked you, the plan for the outer city is you dedicated to Your Majesty, right?"

"Well, that's right."

"Yes, that's great!" Zhu Xizhong gritted his teeth and said: "You left a thousand houses for the civil officials in Beijing, you left a bunch of shops for the people of the ceremonial supervisor and the Jinyi guard, and you handed over the project to the Yan Party. Let me ask you, since you entered Beijing, your uncle has arranged a place for you to live, a few days ago you went all over the world to investigate, your uncle also accompanied you, and I was worried about your body, I was reluctant to eat two old ginseng to you, is my uncle good to you? ”

Zhu Xizhong is right, he is really dedicated to taking care of Tang Yi.

"Uncle, if you have something to say, just say it." Tang Yi hugged his shoulders and smiled.

Zhu Xizhong pulled over a chair, sat on the ground, and panted: "Okay, it's not that my uncle turned your small intestine with you, there was news in the palace today, saying that Pingjiang Bo Chen Gui had won the title of assistant construction." What is the little Bo He to get such a fat shortage. I, Zhu Xizhong, can't get it, but the plan is still made by my nephew, where do you let my old face go! ”

The more Zhu Xizhong spoke, the more angry he became, and the fat on his face kept jumping.

Tang Yi still smiled heartlessly, "I said, uncle, what kind of fat shortage is the assistant manager of the district, is there a shortage of houses and shops for your old man?" ”

"I, how can I not be lacking!" Zhu Xizhong lowered his voice and said: "Okay, you don't understand, there are difficulties in the big business of the family, take my uncle as an example, many old people who have followed our family have been in their lives for several lifetimes, and if they don't take care of them, it is ruthless and unjust, but taking care of them, the children and grandchildren are multiplying, the population is large, and the burden is too great. Uncle doesn't really blame you, we are all a family, and you think about your uncle a little bit if it is good. ”

Zhu Xizhong said pitiful, Tang Yi laughed.

"Uncle, since you have said this, I have also made it clear, and the benefits you can see are nothing."

"What?" Zhu Xizhong's eyes widened, and he asked stunned: "Okay, don't tease your uncle, the real estate house is not a problem?" So what counts? ”

Tang Yi smiled, "Of course it's pricing power!" Uncle, if you don't come, I'll look for you too, the outer city has been repaired, hundreds of thousands of people have moved in, I ask you, how much food do you need to consume, how much cloth, how many pots and pans, how many tables, chairs and benches? ”

Tang Yi's series of questions made Zhu Xizhong stunned.

"Presumably my uncle also knows that my nephew has a lot of goods under his hands, so he can say what he wants. As the saying goes, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, so they open their shops and don't need to buy them? When the goods from the south are shipped, my uncle is the general agent of the capital, who to sell to and who not to sell to, and the price, are all your words. Do you think that with this power, you still need to care about a little bit of shop space and real estate? (To be continued.) )