It is not appropriate for the prince to entertain the officials and the people at this time.

Although everyone knows that this is the prince who wants to raise money for disaster relief, he must have met the officials of the East Palace first! Serious officials don't see it, send some eunuchs to run all shijie, how ugly is this? However, there is obviously no need to complain to the emperor about this kind of thing, presumably the emperor knew about it earlier than them, and it may even be the emperor's instructions.

The Ming officials who didn't rub the sand in their eyes, and even the prisoners of the Guozijian threw Qiben into the East Palace Outer Mansion. It's just that what disappointed them was that the East Palace was not a royal palace, and there was an institution like the General Administration Department that was responsible for passing on the book. These copies were left there when they were delivered to the porter, and the prince was not interested in reading them at all.

The prince's dinner was held as scheduled, and I heard that there was only a pot of thin wine, two dishes of vegetarian dishes, and no singing and dancing music on the feast. This somewhat blocked the mouth of the vanalyst. It's good that the prince is not an extravagant and wasteful person, who erodes public funds.

In fact, the rumors from the outside world are not solid enough.

How could the configuration of this banquet be so luxurious!

There is only a glass of water in front of everyone!

The so-called two dishes of vegetarian dishes are actually a plate of boiled peanuts and a plate of dried tofu shreds. And the prince doesn't seem to have the intention of letting everyone enjoy it, the chopsticks in front of everyone are made of bamboo, and there are burrs on them, which makes the nobles who are used to using ivory and agarwood chopsticks, how to put them in their mouths?

But there is still female music.

When the guests paid homage to Emperor Bixia, the Faculty played the "Song of the Flame Spirit".

After the performance, he was driven away by the prince.

"Don't mind if you don't have a good reception today." The prince ordered someone to tap the brass and began to speak.

The people below knew that the meat drama was coming, and they were in good spirits, and they tried to deal with it, and sneered in their hearts: Let you say that it is good to spend good rice, as long as we hold our money bags tightly, are we afraid that you will rob it?

Although the Ming Dynasty did not have the sacred and inviolable law of private property, social civilization had developed to the point that the emperor could not raid his house at will. The emperor seems to have no limit on his power, and once he offends the entire Shilin and becomes a "tyrant", even if the civil officials do not incite the people to make trouble, they will use non-violent and non-cooperative posture to make the holy decree unable to leave the Forbidden City.

The rules of the game are like this, and the hematopoietic mechanism also determines which type of people the emperor can meet. They belong to a variety of interest groups and networks, but in the end they are only approved by the civilian system.

The country's talent selection ceremony says that it is the selection of talented people, but in fact, to put it bluntly, it is just the selection of civilian reserves. Whether it is killing Zhou Shoufu yesterday or replacing Chen Shoufu tomorrow, in fact, it can't solve the problem of limited imperial power at all. Although this is a manifestation of social progress in some theories, evolving from a one-name dictatorship to class rule, as a crown prince, he is not very happy to see this kind of "superiority".

Constraints are everywhere!

Zhu Cihong looked at the high-spirited faces below, knowing that they were preparing to have a good fight with him, and suddenly became motivated. He said loudly: "I won't talk about national affairs today, just talk about your own net worth and life!" ”

There was a neat inhalation sound from below, and they all said secretly: Do you really want to start robbing openly? The prince doesn't care about the world's affairs!

"Now that the plague is rampant, you are all sons of daughters, and you are under the dangerous wall, don't you have a plan?" The prince's tone was surprisingly kind, and he said: "Soon the "Epidemic Prevention Rules" will be distributed to every neighborhood, and everyone will follow this to ensure the safety of their families." ”

"The prince is benevolent!" The nobles lost no time in taking the lead in singing praises, and immediately responded to countless people.

Zhu Cihong pressed his hand lightly: "But if you want to be really safe, you have to exterminate rats, disinfect, treat diseases in the whole city, resettle displaced people, and incinerate corpses." These things, in the final analysis, are the things of silver. ”

"Your Highness! The grass people are willing to contribute to the country! Among the guests, there were people of high moral and respectable morals, and they responded loudly.

The prince looked at him quietly.

The old man in the crowd slowly got up, bowed down and said, "Your Highness personally provides disaster relief with the respect of the country, how can it not make people sigh and admire?" Zhang Delong, a grass citizen, is willing to donate 500 taels to relieve the people of Beijing! ”

Some of the crowd turned their faces and snickered, and some were serious, waiting for the prince to bargain. They didn't mind giving an extra three or five hundred taels after another handover, but this feeling of being on an equal footing with the prince couldn't be bought with silver.

"He's the owner of Delong Grain." Liu Ruoyu stood behind the prince, bowed down and took a step forward, and said softly: "The family has millions of assets." ”

At this time, the grain merchants were richer than the real estate developers of later generations. Not only rich, but also powerful. They control the lifeblood of the country, food! Once the grain merchants collectively went on strike, or hoarded and did not sell, the only thing the court could do was to cut them down. And even if this kind of policy is made, it will not be implemented because of the big landlords behind the grain merchants.

Because every official in the court is not a small landlord. When they were promoted in the examination, the township party would drag their families to join their subordinates to avoid the taxes levied by the imperial court. If someone refuses to accept it, they will even be poked in the backbone by their clan relatives!

Zhu Cihong knew the disadvantages and did not directly plan to shake the foundation of his own rule.

He looked at the old man who took the lead and asked softly, "How long does the old man live?" ”

Don't talk about money and food, don't talk about righteousness, just ask for longevity.

Zhang Delong was a little flattered and said: "Little Lao'er doesn't dare to be the prince to ask, dare to enlighten the prince: Little Lao'er is seventy and three this year." ”

"Liu Ruoyu." The prince shouted slightly to the side.

"The old minister is here."

"Give the white jade Ruyi on my desk to Mr. Zhang." Prince Road.

Zhang Delong's body trembled slightly and lowered his head.

Liu Ruoyu was stunned, and then he received the order.

After a while, Liu Ruoyu came back with the little eunuch, the little eunuch was holding a rosewood tray in both hands, and on the tray was a moire ruyi carved from fat white jade, which had been covered with a layer of delicate pulp, and sure enough, the prince usually put it on the desk to play with.

"How can the old man be so virtuous, that he was given such a treasure by the prince!" Zhang Delong cried and looked grateful.

"The old gentleman first proposed, which is exemplary and deserving!" Zhu Cihong said in a loud voice: "The ancients: the people's heart is the heart of heaven. Now that the people are sad, how can Tianxin be peaceful? Naturally, the public cannot shirk this matter of saving the people and accumulating virtue, and all the people should also work together to overcome the difficulties. From this day on, all those who donate silver, food, and clothing will be deducted from the full amount of silver. Mr. Zhang, your family's business tax this year can be deducted from 500 taels. Tomorrow, I will order someone to send the voucher to the house. ”

"Your Highness is benevolent!" Zhang Delong shouted loudly, and the servants below were like clouds, and the scene was warm for a while.

Wu Weiye, as the prince's attendant, frowned in the shadows. The prince only said that he wanted to raise donations, but he didn't say that there was a tax deduction. Taxes are a public weapon of the state, how can people seize them with a sword? Does Bixia know about this? Will Tobe agree to this? The prince is too Meng Lang to do things!

Liu Ruo, a fool who is old and refined, seems to sense the invisible resentment and looks towards Wu Weiye. Wu Weiye happened to turn his head and met the old eunuch's gaze, his body was like a pinprick, and he hurriedly turned his head.

"Wu Shuzi!"

The prince's voice was slightly sharp, which frightened Wu Weiye's hands trembling, his heart beat wildly, and he hurriedly stood up and said, "Your Highness, Weichen is here." ”

"Take someone to write down the amount pledged by these righteous people, don't make a mistake, and send it to each house tomorrow as a written coupon." Zhu Cihong looked very happy and said loudly.

Everyone saw that hundreds of taels, or even dozens of taels of silver, could fool the prince so happily, and they were naturally happy. In addition to a cadre of honorable relatives, internal supervisors, and officials who watched coldly and donated thirty or fifty taels for fun, those businessmen who had taken the promise of tax deduction were all elated, and sighed that today's meal was really fortunate.

They don't care about tax deductions, but they love to be recognized by the royal family.

It's like a husky that has been slapped on the head......

……

"Father, whether the prince is too little or not, he was played by those profiteers, and it hurts his son to see it."

After the feast was dispersed, everyone came out of the middle gate and got into their own sedan chairs. After the lantern with the word "Zhou", a middle-aged man thirty miles away said to the people inside through the curtain of a small sedan chair with a gloomy face.

The sound of vicissitudes came from the sedan chair, but he said disapprovingly: "Heartache? That's your nephew, but he is the prince of the Ming Kingdom! People pluck their leg hair thicker than your waist, what does your heart hurt? ”

This old man is Empress Zhou's father, Zhu Cihong's maternal grandfather - Zhou Kui.

The man who followed by the sedan chair was Zhou Kui's son, the queen's brother, and Zhu Cihong's uncle Zhou Yi.

In the future, he personally tied Zhu Cihong and sent it to Li Zicheng's relatives.

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