Imperial clan?

Zhu Laosi's heart tightened again when he heard this, he was actually thinking about this problem before he even attacked Yingtian.

That is, when he rules the world, how to deal with his own clans.

After all, the feudal domain is always to be cut.

"Especially you, listen carefully."

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Laosi, who was slightly fuguing.

In history, at the beginning of his ascension to the throne, Emperor Yongle forcibly changed the ancestral system in order to appease the hearts of the clan and win the support of the kings, and gave the children of the clan a higher grade, such as the general of Zhenguo, who originally only had three grades, was directly promoted to five grades and changed from one rank, and the lowest eight-rank Fengguo lieutenant was promoted from six grades.

After doing this, he changed the feudal kings one by one to the interior, and then gradually relieved the kings of their military powers, and at the same time reduced the number of guards of the vassal kings, fundamentally changing the military power balance between the central government and the vassals.

With the great strategic talent of the Yongle Emperor, the Yongle Dynasty was very successful in reducing the feudal domain, but the contradiction between the clan and the central government still existed, but it gradually changed from a military threat to the regime to a large increase in the pressure of the central government on the central finances.

Moreover, Zhu Di made a bad start, to put it bluntly, he threw money to calm things down.

Since Zhu Di, successive successives have rewarded the clan, and in the end, there was even a situation that a province could not supply enough for a prince.

"Yes, Zhu Di listen!"

Zhu Laosi was stunned, and his heart was also drumming.

'Why did the immortal master remind me, is there any purpose in his words?' ’

Just when Zhu Laosi was puzzled.

Mutter...

Stomach, there was a sound.

It's not just him, it's like a chain reaction, Zhu Biao, Lao Zhu and Xiao Zhu Si are all rumbling in their stomachs.

Hungry.

That's normal.

Ji Boying glanced at the moon hanging high outside the window, and calculated the hour, it should have been eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

In this day and age where there's basically no nightlife other than playing games with women, unless you're playing a fence exercise, this point is already asleep.

"One box per person, whatever you want."

Ji Boying waved his hand, and the mahjong cake on this table disappeared, and five buckets of unknown brands of instant noodles appeared, each with different tastes.

Of course, avoid the one that stepped on the sauerkraut.

"Brother, what is this?"

Lao Zhu took a jar of braised beef noodles, his eyes showed doubts, and he was eager to try.

In Lao Zhu's eyes, everything in Ji Boying's hands is a godsend.

"Pity the fragrance and cherish the jade."

Ji Boying shouted.

But in a moment, the sisters of Lianxiang and Xiyu were about to enter the house, and the second daughter changed into other skirts at this time, the elder sister Lianxiang was wearing a white skirt, and the younger sister Xiyu was wearing a white-edged blue skirt, all of which were melodious skirts, fragrant and refreshing, wearing hairpin flowers on their heads, and green silk fluttering.

"Master."

The second daughter saluted respectfully.

"Send someone to fetch a pot of boiling water."

"Yes~"

After the second daughter left, the three brothers of Zhu Biao also chose their own faces.

Zhu Laosi chose spicy beef noodles, Xiao Zhu Si chose pickled peppers, and Abiao's jar was designated by Ji Boying for him, stewed chicken noodles with mushrooms, which is more nutritious.

As for himself, he ate a bucket of spicy flavor, a real man, he must be spicy.

Lao Zhu picked a bucket of fried peppers.

Not long after, Lao Zhu, Ah Biao and the two Zhu Di, learning the operation of Ji Boying's instant noodles, soaked the instant noodles, and when the first sip of noodles sounded in this pavilion, these human supremes were all brightened.

Everyone who has eaten countless delicacies from the mountains and seas was shocked by this small bucket of noodles.

After all, no matter how good the cooking skills of this era are, they can't compete with the condiment packages processed by Hextech in later generations.

"It's delicious! Immortals eat, but the world can't ask for food! ”

Zhu Biao, as the most cultured of the crowd, couldn't help but sigh after drinking a sip of noodle soup.

Ji Boying snorted, then pointed to the table, and a can of red beer appeared in front of everyone.

Grunt, grunt, cool!

Lao Zhu was sweating profusely, his pepper taste, spicy degree was absolutely sensitive, and he also learned from Ji Boying, pulled the red can in front of him, poured it up, took a bite, and hiccuped, so cool that he didn't need words.

Then Ji Boying's eyes looked at Zhu Biao.

"Ah Biao, I'll ask you."

"Immortal Master, please ask."

Zhu Biao was a little nervous, his father was watching from the side, and he couldn't fail to answer, after all, he was different from Xiao Zhu Si, since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Biao has been following Zhu Yuanzhang to deal with political affairs.

"What are the core drawbacks of the clan knighthood system?"

When Ji Boying spoke, he threw a pack of cigarettes and a matchbox to Lao Zhu, who familiarly took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and held it at the corner of his mouth, and drew it to light the fire.

Xiao Zhu next to him had sharp eyes, and found that this cigarette was different from a cigar, so he secretly reached out and wanted to smooth one.

"Huh?"

Lao Zhu glanced at Xiao Zhu Si, this kid was suddenly stunned, lowered his head and didn't dare to squeak, he could only watch Lao Zhu put away the whole box.

"The core is human! There are too many people! ”

Zhu Biao pondered for a moment and said his answer.

Crowded?

Zhu Laosi, who was sitting on the right side, frowned suspiciously, obviously this quasi-Yongle Emperor of the Jianwen Dynasty had not yet realized the disadvantages brought by the clan knighthood system to the dynasty.

"What Biao'er said is very reasonable, according to what my brother said in the day, there will be millions of clan disciples in our Ming Dynasty in a few hundred years, and this is millions of mouths that stretch out their hands to ask for food."

Lao Zhu took a deep breath of the cigarette in his mouth, slightly melancholy.

He hopes that his children and grandchildren will live a prosperous life, but definitely not at the cost of shaking the foundation of the Ming Dynasty.

'Millions??? ’

The moment he heard this number, Zhu Laosi's heart was stunned, millions of clan children, so they can't empty the treasury?!

He also finally understood why the immortal master had just told him to listen carefully, because Zhu Laosi had already decided to do one thing, that is, to improve the treatment of the feudal domains, so as to gain the support of the feudal domains.

And doing this by himself will inevitably exacerbate the financial pressure on the imperial court to support the clan.

'The immortal master is really a celestial man, and he is a prophet who can predict the future! ’

Zhu Laosi's eyes when he looked at Ji Boying changed, from the original respect to reverence.

After Lao Zhu recognized Ah Biao's answer, Ah Biao's face was obviously relaxed, and he exhaled in his heart.

"That's right."

"But, too, I got it wrong."

Ji Boying took off the cigarette roll from his mouth, threw it into the instant noodle bucket and annihilated it, and looked at Zhu Biao calmly.

At this moment, Ah Biao's heart that had just been relaxed suddenly pulled up again.

Is it wrong? What's wrong?