Fengying Library is located in the west of the Imperial City, and in the Forbidden City, which is separated by several miles, sitting in the warm East Warm Pavilion of Kunning Palace, Xia Yuan told him what kind of warm and humid air flow again.

Yesterday, the household department issued an official document: saying that at noon today, all the officials of the Beijing division below the fourth grade can go to the Fengying Treasury to receive the arrears.

Hearing the news, he was a little relieved in his heart, and planned to run to get it at noon.

But seeing that it was almost noon, he asked the emperor's holy decree to summon him to Kunning Palace, and he still came to tell his little daughter-in-law about this warm and humid airflow.

Interesting?

If you want to hear this, wait for two days to go home with your husband, let's close the door and lie down under the covers to talk about how good.

Why do you need to sit in this Kunning Palace and talk about this, the honorable father-in-law and mother-in-law, as well as the eye-catching brother-in-law are present, let alone kissing and hugging, you can't sit too close.

After speaking roughly, Xia Yuan looked around at these people again, Emperor Hongzhi was leaning on the back of his chair and watching the music, and Empress Zhang was bowing her head to do embroidery.

When they talked just now, the two of them nodded their heads when they were fine, and they seemed to be listening very seriously, but they just pretended to be serious.

Zhu Houzhao didn't even pretend, slumped on the soft couch like a puddle of mud that couldn't support the wall, Zhu Xiurong listened seriously, his beautiful eyes looked at him without blinking, and the admiration was unabashedly released.

[My husband knows so much, it's amazing. I like my husband so much, I want to give birth to a monkey for my husband, and I have a lot of monkeys, but I haven't cooked them yet]

Xia Yuan guessed that this was her inner monologue at the moment, but there was no confusion hidden in this worship.

Well, worship is worship, but belonging is unclear.

It's normal not to understand, it's strange that the stupid little camellia can understand.

"Ahem"

Xia Yuan smiled at her, immediately retracted his gaze, and then coughed lightly, Emperor Hongzhi and Empress Zhang raised their heads one after another, Zhu Houzhao was still sleeping like a puddle of mud that couldn't support the wall, Xu was dead.

"Your Majesty, Niangniang, the son is done."

Zhu Youzhu bowed slightly, "Ju Zheng spoke very well, and he penetrated into it." ”

“.”

Xia Yuan's cheeks twitched, did you listen to the horse?

Today, my daughter returned to the palace, and it snowed again, and double happiness came.

Emperor Hongzhi was in a good mood, he first praised with a clear conscience, and then turned his head to look at his daughter, his eyes full of love: "How, Xiurong now knows what this warm and humid air flow is?" ”

Hearing this, Zhu Xiurong just wanted to shake his head, and nodded his head again, "I know." ”

"Just know, Juzheng's skill is comparable to the celestial phenomenon, if it weren't for overkill, I really want to transfer you to Qin Tianjian."

Speaking of this, Emperor Hongzhi didn't know what he thought, but he sighed, "People often say that Ruixue is a good year, but I hope that tomorrow will be a good year, and there will be no disasters in the two capitals and thirteen provinces in the world." ”

Xia Yuan also didn't know what he was thinking, and nodded beside him, "Yes, next year will be a bumper year, and there will be no disasters." ”

This is not like an emotion, but like an affirmation.

Zhu Youzhu looked at him deeply, "Ju Zheng said so surely, but after watching the celestial phenomena?" ”

“.”

Xia Yuan was speechless for a while, he just thought about the next year just now, so he came to the conclusion that next year will be the sixteenth year of Hongzhi.

The sixteenth year of Hongzhi was the only year during Zhu Youzhang's reign that there was no catastrophe.

The only barely stable year.

It sounds exaggerated, but it's not compromised.

The reason why he knows these is that he once turned to a post in his previous life, the title is: Emperor Hongzhi should be the most distressing emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

The most diligent and uplifting heart, but born at the wrong time.

During his eighteen years of reign, he only had one year of stability, and the remaining seventeen years were all large-scale natural and man-made disasters.

And this post also briefly lists the large-scale disasters of the seventeen years.

In the first year of Emperor Hongzhi's accession to the throne, that is, the twenty-third year of Chenghua, the three provinces were flooded and the two provinces collapsed.

In the first year of Hongzhi, the little Tatar prince invaded the Hetao, and Hami was lost.

Two years: The Yellow River was executed several times, affecting four provinces.

Three years: The earth collapsed.

Four years: The Fengyang Imperial Mausoleum caught fire, and the three provinces collapsed.

Five years: Two uprisings, Cao Yun broke down.

Six years: Ningxia landslide.

Seven years: The earth collapsed.

Eight years: Zhuangmin uprising.

Nine years: A major Tatar invasion.

Ten years: the collapse of the three provinces.

Eleventh year: Qianqing Palace, Kunning Palace burned down, and the two provinces were in drought.

Twelfth year: The land of Yunnan collapsed, and the southwest rebelled.

Thirteen years: The Tatars invaded the border on a large scale, and the loop was lost.

In the fourteenth year of Hongzhi, the year when Xia Yuan crossed over, the earth collapsed, flooded, the Tatars invaded the border, and Qiongzhou rebelled.

In the fifteenth year of Hongji, it was a year of great disaster.

Seventeen years: Collapse and flooding.

Eighteenth year: Great famine, Emperor Hongzhi died, and Emperor Zhengde ascended the throne.

He reigned for eighteen years, and only the sixteenth year of Hongzhi was stable.

This is his country, and he is the master of this country. But in the short eighteen years that he served as the master, what this country gave back to him was a year of stability and seventeen years of disasters.

In such a situation, the rest of the emperors may have gone to the end of the country.

But he built a ZTE.

This ZTE should be put in quotation marks, the abolition of the Hongzhi Dynasty's military equipment is a stain, and he himself spoils his wife and children too much, and indulges his relatives too much, which is also a stain.

But no one can say that he is not diligent enough to love the people, he is the most diligent among all the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, and he is the emperor who reduced taxes the most for the people of the world.

He is also perhaps the monarch who gave the most tax relief to the people in human history.

After Chenghua's death, Taicang stored more than 20 million stones of grain, and the state treasury of silver was tens of millions of taels.

was defeated by Zhu Youzhu in a few years, so that many people in later generations said that he was a bullshit Zhongxing king, and he was clearly a loser.

is indeed a loser, not to mention open source, and even throttling is not done.

During his eighteenth reign, he exempted the people of the world from paying taxes of 160 million stones.

160,000,000,000 stones.

At that time, Xia Yuan was not much shocked when he saw this data, but he still went to check the taxes of the Ming Dynasty: from the early to the middle of the Ming Dynasty, if it was a good year, the annual grain collected was only 10 million stones, and the tax silver was said separately.

Like the middle and late Wanli Dynasty, the government was corrupt, and the Ming Dynasty was rotten to the roots, and there were only about four or five million stones per year.

Combined with the catastrophes and calamities ahead, Xia Yuan had only one thought in his mind at that time, who was this emperor sacred?

Every year there are major disasters and man-made disasters, and the people are exempted from taxes every year, with an average reduction of 10 million stone a year.

Taxation is the addition of tax silver to tax grain, which is converted into ten million stone of grain.

Perhaps in other words, it is easier to understand that during his reign, he confiscated the grain taxes of the people of the world, and relied on taxes and silver to support them.

The tax money collected every year has to support the expenses of the imperial court, and the tax money must be used to go to the rich places in the south of the Yangtze River to find those rich merchants to buy grain and use it for disaster relief, every year.

And the country is generally Kangping, and even after his death, he still has the reputation of being the lord of Zhongxing.

I'm afraid this emperor is not an immortal?

This is the idea that Xia Yuan had in his previous life, and now, he looked at this emperor in a daze, he is only thirty-three years old this year, and he is not wearing a winged crown at this time, and he can clearly see the vicissitudes of time.

There is very little black hair, more than half of the gray hair, the temples are almost completely white, the eye outline is blue, and the face is still so white, sickly pale.

He's not an immortal, he's just a mortal.

Even worse than mortals, he only has thirty-five years of life, and just eighteen years is half of his life, and he has spent half his life trying to maintain stability, just to make this dynasty as stable as possible.

He didn't have the ambition to expand his territory and establish immortal deeds, perhaps, but maintaining this stability had exhausted his efforts and drained his life.

Those so-called ambitions have long been out of the question.

It's like the snow outside the window, falling from the sky and turning into snow, much thicker, but it will melt one day.

It's gone, and it's gone.

(End of chapter)