Oh my God, isn't it all a matter for a slave to produce food for his master? Why do you need a reward?

Those old farmers are the same, and they dare to stretch out their calloused hands to pick them up.

If this kind of thing had been changed within the tribe, these greedy hands would have been cut down by their respective banner owners.

"Do you want to assassinate him? We are 80% sure. "There are a lot of fine works, just like the eight banners are connected with each other but they are distinct, but all the fine works hear about their team leaders like this.

The head of the fine work, who belonged to each of his own sons, boasted of being well-informed, shook his head and replied: "No! If such a weak person inherits the throne of Emperor Ming, it will only be good for my Dajin, and there will be no harm! ”

"Could it be that in the eyes of these Jiannu, treating the people better is a sign of weakness and cowardice?"

Chongzhen actually knew about the existence of these people for a long time, and even their private evaluation of themselves was insightful. But he didn't hunt down, didn't debunk it, but he didn't dare to agree with the concept of slavery engraved in their bones.

"Allow them to be cautious, just as they are in the group of slaves, in front of their noble masters, to maintain their conscientious servant appearance. Such people, I don't want to save. ”

The resurgence of the Jinyi Guard made Liu Qiao a little anxious, and in the face of his request, Chongzhen's opinions were the same as those of the eight detailed leaders, but the starting point was diametrically opposite.

In response to the weakness of people's hearts, Chongzhen also patted Liu Qiao on the shoulder and said: "Don't worry, the imperial brother has his own arrangements, you just need to protect the safety of the imperial brother and avoid the repetition of history." ”

"No." After going through twists and turns, Liu Qiao has become more calm, and in the face of the hints of truthfulness, he is neither humble nor arrogant.

"Jinyiwei has existed since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, and it seems to be a signboard of the Ming Dynasty, which is more flesh and blood than any nobles who have retired with the country. It would be a pity to give up completely. Liu Qiao, it's not bad. ”

Looking at his back from the noon gate to the palace, Chongzhen nodded secretly.

Half a tael of silver was placed in front of the Ming Dynasty's hundreds of thousands of military and people's livelihood expenses, and he was not shocked.

But it is enough to maintain the expenses of ordinary people's homes for a year.

Although Chongzhen is very familiar with this person, there are still extreme factors in his bones.

In his opinion, this silver should be used to relieve the people rather than being coveted by the corrupt officials and officials below.

The Ming Dynasty has changed, and people's hearts have improved, but the greed for ink is an eternal problem.

In the observation of Chongzhen, many people of the Ming Dynasty are like these diligent old farmers, ordinary, loyal and filial, even if life is difficult, they are still strong.

But a penny is difficult for a good man, like most of the Ming people in this era, living a poor life, but with thin and strong shoulders, silently endured.

Chongzhen has always felt that the backbone of Huaxia is borne by countless pairs of such shoulders.

"The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband. I don't know when Xiao Wu, who has accumulated a lot of money, will be able to make such a shout. ”

Chongzhen suddenly missed Gu Yanwu who was far away in the south of the Yangtze River, and really hoped that he would grow up quickly, and even more hope that more Ming teenagers could be as ambitious as him, but they would never be ambitious.

He hoped that the industrious people of the Ming Dynasty would be greedy—greedily in pursuit of greater production.

In fact, whether he wants it or not, the people of the whole Ming Dynasty have such a character silver.

All the old farmers who cultivate the land hope to bring their sons to grow food as big as a fist.

Sweet potatoes have been realized, potatoes have a tendency to grow bigger and bigger, and corn is naturally like a mallet.

So the greedy old farmers were very hopeful, and the rice grains could be big enough for their grandchildren to hold and eat for a day.

After learning about the people's thoughts, Shigejin squinted and smiled, smiling happily.

Apocalypse also laughed, listening to his father say something interesting with his younger brother as he did when he was a child.

"Parents of food and clothing, the people are the parents of the Zhu family." After laughing, the brothers looked at each other and nodded heavily.

vowed to protect the people as parents, and linked this move to the guardian of the Ming Dynasty.

Chongzhen is not yet the emperor, and he is not qualified to use amnesty to the world, lightly punish the meager endowment, and even never increase the endowment to gather the hearts of the Ming people who are becoming more and more scattered. However, although this move is a small favor, it is timely and in line with the people's wishes.

Obviously sunny and upright, but a slightly ruffian behavior, but also for the original unique personality charm of Chongzhen, adding a rich color.

In this way, he did whatever he wanted in Daming Jingshi, with a special identity and unique charm, he captured the hearts of the people step by step, gathered public opinion, and let the "Sun and Moon Ming" regain the support of the people.

Many behaviors can't be called a fall, but when they come together, they gradually form a good chess game that has to be praised step by step.

Some people's temperament and personality are so amazing, some people are born to be trusted, some people are born to be respected, and some people are born to be supported.

Just as Chongzhen looked up at the rising sun and wanted to go home with the people who had finished the morning market, a shrill but breathless dantian voice pierced the sky and came into his ears: "The holy decree has arrived!" ”

This sound pushed the atmosphere of the morning market to a peak, because since Chengzu moved north, there had never been a holy decree read in the market, and all the people could not hide their excitement.

Chongzhen was unfazed, and the under-beating appearance of standing with his hands in his hands seemed to be under his control.

Those who were pretending to drink morning tea in the store, or acting as spectators somewhere, had preconceived ideas, and immediately confirmed his identity as a "usurper prince", and suddenly came to his senses.

Because they had never heard the word "holy decree" before.

And it is said that in the Ming Dynasty, the Holy Decree is the supreme existence.

They knelt on the spot with the people of the Ming Dynasty, even more respectfully than the people here.

Prostrate on the ground, prostrate on the ground.

This immediately distinguished them from the locals, and was informed by the secret brocade guards.

"After sprinkling so much material and satisfying Houjin's appetite, the royal brother is finally willing to give up the bait."

Chongzhen's eyes looked straight ahead, waiting for the arrival of the honest eunuch who had been recommended by himself to the celebrant eunuch.

Wang Chengen came to Chongzhen surrounded by the guard of honor of the holy decree, raised his hand to let the guard of honor stop not far away, and he slowly stepped out of the queue and sang in a unique tone: "The holy decree has arrived, believe in Wang Zhu Youzhen, accept the decree." ”

In the face of this feudal decree that can crush everything, Chongzhen has no pressure in his heart, but he behaves very solemnly and pays attention to etiquette on his face.

I saw him flick the hem of his clothes, kneel on one knee, and respond loudly: "Brother Zhu Youzhen, take the order." ”