"Lord Shangshu, this is a holy decree from the celebrant and the celebrant, you can see it."

Late at night, in the Wenhua Palace, when Li Ruhua, who was over half a hundred years old, was still dealing with the size of the household, two holy decrees were placed on his desk.

Li Ruhua heard that it was a holy decree and glanced up.

I saw that the specifications of these two holy decrees were not grand, they were just ordinary white silk writing, and there were no ornate shafts, so I didn't think it was a big deal.

Li Ruhua has a rigid personality and hates the inaction of many officials in the government and the opposition.

He is not young anymore, he is 70 years old this year, and he is already powerless against the decadence of the government and the opposition.

He plans to survive this year and resign next year to return to his hometown.

However, in his position, he is still in the position of the head of the household for a day, and he has to do a good job for a day.

Thinking about it, he opened the first decree first, and he looked at the contents and felt that it was not too much to ask.

A household servant sitting not far from him rubbed his temples, and when he saw Li Ruhua looking at the holy decree, he couldn't help asking:

"Brother Maofu, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong with the will of Long live? ”

"It's not ......" Li Ruhua shook his head and explained to him:

"Long live want to allocate the wasteland at the foot of Yanshan Mountain in Changping to the Imperial Horse Supervisor, those fields are deserted and no one cultivates them, I remember a lot, you can ask someone to take a look."

When the Hubu waiter heard this, he hurriedly called someone to fetch the yellow book in the Changping area, and after a while, he finally found the approximate amount of wasteland.

He held the yellow book and explained to Li Ruhua:

"According to the Yellow Book, there are 760,000 mu of plain land at the foot of Yin Mountain in Changping, of which 320,000 are official fields and 440,000 are private fields."

"The wasteland in the Changping area, if the hills at the foot of Yanshan are counted, I am afraid that there are more than 1 million mu, and there are about 700,000 mu suitable for grazing and farming."

"So much land, no one grows?" Li Ruhua frowned and asked, and the household servant could only smile awkwardly:

"The yellow book is always copied from the old, and I am afraid that only the local health office and the government can know the specific situation."

After the change of the Ming Dynasty, the credibility of the imperial court declined, and the manpower and material resources required to count the world's acres and registered population every three years were too great.

Therefore, in order to deal with it, most of the officials sent by the imperial court went to the local government and copied some acres of land.

In other words, the yellow book in Li Ruhua's hand actually does not reflect the real land situation in the Changping area.

As for land cultivation, since the Ming Dynasty mainly collected land endowments, farming actually did not save much silver.

In addition, Yanshan is too close to Saiwai, so it is better to go to the capital to work for half a year than to farm ten acres.

Slender men, people's husbands, masons, etc. are all doors that can make money, but if they can't do it, they can help people to start, and they have an income of more than ten cents a day.

Although most people are unable to leave their place of residence, as long as they make the money properly, they can still get a guide.

"Send someone to take a look, and within three days, the approximate acres of land must be reported."

"Xiaguan will let people do it now."

Li Ruhua frowned and spoke, and the Tobe squire also understood that this so-called "roughly" was actually too much different.

If someone encroaches on these acres, hand them over as soon as possible, lest the matter become too big and no one can clean it up.

After all, they are all hilly wasteland, and the grain of one acre of land is not as good as two-thirds of the flat land, so there is no need to lose your head for these days.

The Ming Emperor couldn't control the salt merchants, maritime merchants, and gentry in the south, but the bedbugs under his nose could still be crushed to death at will.

The head of the household retreated, and Li Ruhua looked at his back, and could only sigh and shake his head, very helpless.

He wanted to change the current situation, but the illness did not accumulate in a day.

is as strong as Zhang Juzheng, and he can't change the situation of the Ming Dynasty, let alone him Li Ruhua?

He drew a red circle on the top of the Imperial Horse Supervisor on the field, and then annotated it, and then asked someone to send it to the Yamen of Shuntianfu.

Presumably, after seeing those annotations, the Shuntianfu Yamen would tell the Changping officials what to do.

And after dealing with this matter, he also looked at the next decree.

It's just that compared to the previous decree, the content of this decree is a bit different.

In this holy decree, the content written by the celebrant is Zhu Youxiao's meaning, to the effect that 300 acres of incense fields around Dingxing County will be allocated to the Hakka family.

Three hundred acres of incense fields, which does not seem to be much, but Dingxing County is a county seat under Baoding Prefecture in Beizhili.

Keshi is just a nursing mother, normally speaking, even if the incense field is allocated, it can be allocated to the towns around Dingxing County.

But at present, the holy decree requires the allocation of 300 acres of incense fields around Dingxing County, which is a bit arrogant.

Li Ruhua's brows furrowed and wrinkled, and after thinking about it carefully, he commented:

"There is no official land around Dingxing County, and the official land in Jimin Town in the north can be allocated as incense fields."

In the end, he chose to dismiss the celebrant and this was already a face-saving gesture for the celebrant.

At least he gave a solution, and if it were to be replaced by the other five, I am afraid that it would be rejected directly.

Thinking so, he put together the recital that he had dealt with for three or four hours, together with the holy decree that had been dismissed, and said to the Kingo at the door:

"Come on, send these pieces to the middle and left gate, and ask the eunuch to send them to the front of the palace."

"Yes!"

Hearing this, the two Jin Wuwei entered the palace and sent the music to the left door of the Huangji Hall of the three major halls of the outer court, and put them directly on the eunuch sedan chair waiting here.

Seeing that the music on the sedan chair was almost over, the two eunuchs also looked at the inner court with the music and rushed to the inner court.

They passed through the Huagai Palace, the Jinshen Palace, and the back left gate, and finally arrived at the gate of the Qianqing Palace.

When I came here, I put the music on the military tray and carried it into the Qianqing Palace.

Since it was just dark at the moment, and there were no concubines of Zhu Youxiao in the inner court, he was still dealing with the music.

When Song Shu carried into the Yangxin Hall on the west side of the Qianqing Palace, the Ke family, Wei Zhongxian, and Wang An coincidentally served Zhu Youxiao here.

Therefore, when the recital was entered into the temple, the decree that had been rejected was very conspicuous.

Ke's heart chuckled, and he had some bad premonitions.

However, she still comforted herself: "The hundreds of thousands of acres of wasteland under the Fifth Highness are more likely to be rejected than my three hundred acres of incense field......

It's just that her comfort still didn't work after all, because when Wang An walked over to take the holy decree and the song, he deliberately glanced at the Hakka.

Then, Wang An picked up the holy decree and presented it with both hands, and whispered to Zhu Youxiao:

"Long live、Tobe rejected the holy decree of the incense field。

"Huh?" Hearing this, Zhu Youxiao raised his head, took the holy decree, and opened it with dissatisfaction.

The Hakka family looked at Zhu Youxiao with blank eyes, hoping that Zhu Youxiao would stand up for her.

However, after a while, Zhu Youxiao raised his head and said to the Hakka family:

"There are no more official fields around Kebaba and Nadingxing County, and the household department suggests that the incense fields be placed in Jimin Town in the north."

"Slaves and maids are naturally okay, and being able to have incense fields is long live the love for slaves and maids." Although Kebaba wanted to bite the officials of the household department to death, he could only pretend to be okay and responded to Zhu Youxiao with a smile.

Seeing this, Zhu Youxiao also handed the holy decree to Wang An, reminding:

"Since this is the case, let's redraft a holy decree and ask the household department to allocate 500 acres of incense fields in Jimin Town to Kebaba."

"Slave and maid receive the decree...... Wang An took the decree and retreated, and although the Hakka family was dissatisfied, he still hurriedly saluted:

"Thank you for your love, slave and maid are terrified......"

"Well, this is what you deserve." Zhu Youxiao replied without raising his head, and then lowered his head and continued to deal with the music.

The mountain of music gave him a headache, and after the Hakka got up, he glared at Wei Zhongxian with complaining eyes.

Wei Zhongxian shrunk his neck, saying that he couldn't help it, which made the Ke clan grit his teeth......