As soon as the elephant chariot of the eldest prince Zhu Gaochi arrived at the door, Zhu Zhanji, who had been waiting in the gatehouse for a long time, greeted him with his calves.

"Father, I have worked hard today."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Zhu Gaochi's guards lifted the curtain, Zhu Gaochi did not get out of the car, but covered his mouth with a handkerchief and beckoned to Zhu Zhanji.

The red hair is used by the elephant reel, the four pillars, the bottom of the pavilion, and the sill seat are all the same, and the screens, chairs, mattresses, curtains, and red curtains in the car are all available, all of which look extremely warm and comfortable in style.

Zhu Zhanji was carried into the car by the guards, and the screen in the car was not expanded, so Zhu Zhanji was directly held in his arms by Zhu Gaochi.

Seeing Zhu Gaochi coughing violently a few more times, Zhu Zhanji asked worriedly.

"Is my father still unwell?"

"It's old and sick, and it's out of the way."

Zhu Gaochi sighed, and leaned heavily on the seat covered with a velvet blanket, his forehead covered with wet beads of sweat.

The late summer humidity mixed with the cool night breeze blowing, and the noisy cicadas chirped one after another, but the father and son never spoke.

"A few ministers of the Cabinet are still waiting in the flower hall, right? They must have been waiting for the results of the tax reform discussed yesterday for a day. Zhu Gaochi tried to get up.

"Father, take a break." Zhu Zhanji took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped his father's sweat, and said while wiping it: "The affairs of the cabinet are always unfinished...... Father, please take care of your health. ”

"I know, I know." Zhu Gaochi patted his son's back with his fat palm.

Seeing that his son took back his handkerchief and wanted to stop talking, Zhu Gaochi was about to say something, but finally changed his words.

"I didn't want you to get involved in the affairs of the country at such a young age...... But for my father today, I am really tired, you and I father and son should be distracted, and what they say can't come out of this carriage, just ask whatever you want. ”

Zhu Zhanji's small face showed a look of hesitation, but he quickly asked: "Father, the tax reform system discussed by several gentlemen today, Your Majesty...... Or what did Mr. Jiang say? ”

"I don't need it at all." Zhu Gaochi almost did not hesitate, "Compared with the solution proposed by Mr. Jiang, it is simply a puddle of mud and a lump of stool." ”

"How so?"

Zhu Zhanji was taken aback.

In the mind of the young Zhu Zhanji, the gentlemen of the cabinet are simply synonymous with the wisdom of the world, how can the methods that these gentlemen come up with their collective efforts compare with Jiang Xinghuo's countermeasures, rotten like feces?

"How not?"

Zhu Gaochi asked solemnly, but he felt that his son was too young and really difficult to understand, so he patiently explained.

"Servitude into the acre? Is there such a miracle in the world? ”

Zhu Zhanji's round black eyes widened in shock, and he felt that his worldview was about to be shattered.

Although he was still young and could not personally appreciate the huge physical and mental burden caused by harsh forced labor on the people, he also knew that this policy was definitely a good policy for the benefit of the country and the people.

Of course, there are both positive and negative sides to everything, and since it is beneficial to the country and the people, of course there will be disadvantages......

"Mr. Jiang is benevolent, if he can carry out the stall into the mu, it will be a great merit for countless living people."

Zhu Gaochi nodded slowly, and then said: "Mr. Jiang believes that since the purpose of each tax levied by the imperial court is to obtain taxes, then it is enough to only calculate this economic account, instead of letting the corrupt officials at the grassroots level use this name to seize more resources and obtain more benefits from the people!" ”

Zhu Zhanji was stunned, and then sighed sincerely: "Mr. Jiang is really a bodhisattva, a saint in the world!" ”

Zhu Gaochi wanted to echo it, but thinking of the cabinet members waiting for him in the flower hall, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Jiang Xinghuo is of course a bodhisattva, but the landlords of the Manchu Dynasty grew up eating people, if they don't use thunder to carry it out, they will be blamed tomorrow and tomorrow.

"Mr. Jiang's strategy is not finished, there are also countermeasures for grain, ploughing cattle, and seeds, I will listen to my father tomorrow, if you are free, you can take a ride and go to the Great Heaven Realm Temple to see your Grandpa Daoyan."

"What's wrong with Grandpa Daoyan?" Zhu Zhanji asked curiously.

"I was told crazy by Mr. Jiang."

...............

In the flower hall, Yang Shiqi, Yang Rong, and Xie Jin all put down their teacups.

At this time, the eldest prince Zhu Gaochi was in high spirits, and he didn't look tired in the carriage just now.

"I've seen His Royal Highness the Great Prince."

After the salute, several guests of honor were seated.

They are all ministers of state, and although they are curious about the results of the tax reform system discussed yesterday, they still have to put their own employees first, which is also the reason why several people dare to come to the palace of the prince blatantly.

Isn't it normal for the eldest prince to be in charge of the cabinet, and the cabinet to report on its work? It wasn't a single person who came secretly, we all came here openly.

"The regulation of the "Horse Husbandry Law" has probably been determined, and one horse is matched with three horses, and one horse is levied for the sergeant every year, and it is not allowed to be repatriated without authorization."

"Yes."

"There is news from the grassland that Kun Timur was killed by Ghost Lichi, who is not a descendant of Emperor Yuan, and many of the departments are not convinced. Therefore, Ghost Power Chi abandoned the title of Emperor Dayuan, changed his name to Tatar, and called himself Khan. Xie Jin's memory is very good, and a few people did not have a private play, so they relied on oral instructions, "Do you want to send an envoy to pass through and reward him?" ”

"The Northern Yuan Dynasty is divided by internal strife, and the imperial court naturally has to make a gesture."

"You can't give anything that shouldn't be given, tea, salt, iron pots, even if it's a reward, you can't open this opening." Zhu Gaochi pondered for a moment, "It's still the same old way, reward the bullfighting costume, and give the Ba Si Pa Wen silver coins and other things, and repair the book and send it to the good ...... The cabinet attached a note in my name, and finally let my father look at it. ”

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the ministers were rewarded with silver coins, and the silver coins here generally refer to the "Eight Si Pa Wen Silver Coins", that is, the kind that Zhu Di rewarded in public in the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet last time.

"Pas-pa script" is the Mongolian script created by the monk leader Bas-pa during the period of Kublai Khan, that is, the currency that passed the world in the early Yuan Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty was mainly based on paper money, supplemented by copper coins, and the number of silver coins was scarce and the style was exquisite.

Therefore, after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, a pile of silver coins in the treasury that were so exquisite that they were like works of art could not be re-circulated, and they were reluctant to melt and recast, so they were all reserved for rewarding ministers and ministers.

After discussing two small matters, several members of the cabinet glanced at each other, but they still raised their heads and asked tentatively.

"There is a flood in Wusongjiang this year, and the harvest in Suzhou, Songjiang and Jiaxing in western Zhejiang will definitely be bad, and many officials below have handed over the ......."

Zhu Gaochi slowly put down the teacup in his hand, and the atmosphere in the flower hall suddenly froze.

"What the hell does that mean?"

Xie Jin stubbornly continued: "It means that the imperial court can reduce or exempt the taxes of Su, Song, Jia, Hu and other prefectures this year? ”

"Bang!"

The teacup was slammed by Zhu Gaochi on the floor tiles of the flower hall, and it fell to pieces, and the porcelain fragments rolled down at the feet of several people, and Xie Jin was already silent.