Ah Biao's voice fell.

Everyone trembled, and they all hurriedly looked at the podium, and then they all consciously returned to their respective seats.

"Lao Zhu, he will sit next to you for the time being."

Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu, who couldn't put down Xiao Wanli.

I really don't see that Lao Zhu has such a gentle side towards children.

Xiyu quickly moved a small stool next to the old Zhu Taishi's chair.

"Come, little chubby, sit down with grandpa."

In fact, Lao Zhu used the title of grandfather for Xiao Wanli, which is not appropriate.

Zhu Yijun's father is Zhu Zaikun, his grandfather is Zhu Houxi, and his grandfather, if you really want to count it, it has to be the Xingxian Emperor Zhu Youqi who was posthumously honored by Jiajing Immortals.

'Chubby Dun? ’

Listening to this title, Xiao Wanli felt a little unhappy in his heart.

Xiao Wanli has been studying since he was five years old, although he is only nine years old now, strictly speaking, he is not yet nine years old.

But he has also been the prince of the East Palace for four years, the descendant of the emperor's family, and the body of the prince, so he is naturally more precocious than ordinary children, and when he heard the word 'little fat dun', the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.

But since it was the title given to him by Grandpa Tai, Xiao Wanli naturally didn't dare to resist, so he could only nod obediently, as long as Grandpa Taizu was happy.

"Okay, Grandpa Taizu~!"

In the encouraging gaze of his father Zhu Zaikun, Xiao Wanli followed Lao Zhu to the podium, and then obediently sat on his own small stool, staring at Ji Boying with bright eyes.

The little head was spinning rapidly.

Thinking about what kind of place this is, why are there so many ancestors here? And what are these ancestors doing here? And what is this immortal who doesn't look like an immortal at all?

At this moment, Xiao Wanli, the question in his mind is enough to produce a Ming version of 100,000 whys.

"Next, let's move on to the topic we just had."

"Regarding the internal affairs of the Wanli Dynasty, well, that is, the internal affairs of the Zhu Yijun Dynasty."

Ji Boying's voice just fell.

Xiao Wanli, who was sitting on the small stool, suddenly trembled, and the whole person was clammed, and the little head was even more down for a moment.

'I haven't even ascended the throne yet, where is the internal affairs of the house!' ’

"Little Fat Dun, you have to listen to what the immortal master said for a while, and if you hear the good ones, you must continue to keep them, and if the bad ones are you want to actively correct them, this is what Grandpa Taizu taught you."

Lao Zhu touched Xiao Wanli's little head with a smile, and then held Xiao Wanli's chubby hand, which shows Lao Zhu's love in his heart.

Xiao Wanli looked at Lao Zhu with a full of consternation, and nodded stunned.

His little head can't figure it out, why does he have to learn from another self, what is this, what is it?

In Xiao Wanli's eyes, the immortal on the podium was picking up a big brush that he had never held before, and wrote a few words on a huge pair of rice paper that he didn't quite understand.

"61" "6 No"

These two words, not only Xiao Wanli can't understand, including Lao Zhu Abiao, Lao Zhu Di and other princes of heaven, are also confused by the two words on the rice paper.

What does this mean exactly?

"Sixty-one."

Ji Boying's voice fell.

The faces of Lao Zhu and the others suddenly changed slightly.

Lao Zhu couldn't help but ask.

"Brother, how can we have a bad premonition."

Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu and smiled slightly.

"The so-called June 1st is the six firsts."

"First."

"Counting Jianwen, among the seventeenth emperors of the Ming Dynasty, Wanli is the only emperor whose grave was blown up by the official."

"Abbreviated as the First Emperor of Grave Blasting."

"The burial treasures in the emperor's tomb were all excavated, and the Wanli coffin was opened, and the bones inside it were taken out, and finally scattered, scattered on all sides, and disappeared."

The voice settled.

Everyone present was stunned.

This is simply a real-life version of the bones gone.

Xiao Wanli, who was sitting on a small chair, listened to the buzzing of his brain.

'I was only nine years old, and you told me that my grave had been bombed, you, you... What a heart! ’

Fortunately, Xiao Wanli is still a little hearted, otherwise it would have been estimated that he would have cried out with a 'wow'.

"Immortal Master, then, what about our grave?!"

Hongzhi Zhu Youzhu was stunned, his face suddenly changed, and he asked this question with a little psychological shadow, after all, except for Xiaoling, the imperial tombs of other emperors in Beiping are all next to each other.

"You're okay, the most miserable is that you were dug up a few shovels and stole some burial utensils in the mausoleum."

After Ji Boying said this, everyone exhaled in their hearts, it's okay to steal something, as long as the coffin is not lifted.

"Immortal Master, the student has a question, all the emperors' tombs are in one place, but why are only Wanli's emperors' tombs treated like this?"

Emperor Xuande asked a question.

Ji Boying glanced at Emperor Xuande, and then glanced at the others.

"The imperial tomb of Wanli cost eight million silver to build."

The implication is that your imperial tomb is worthy of being compared with Wanli?

As soon as the words came out, Lao Zhu was stunned.

His filial piety mausoleum was built at a cost of one million taels of silver!

Even after two hundred years, no matter how much the currency is inflated, it will not be able to swell so much silver!

Lao Zhu Di was also confused, the Ming Changling Mausoleum he built for himself cost a total of six or seven hundred thousand taels of silver, and this Wanli tomb was enough for him, the Yongle Emperor, to repair more than ten of them.

The other princes of heaven were also in a state of astonishment.

Eight million silver, a surplus of the treasury for two or three years, and a grave to be repaired?!

At this moment, Lao Zhu silently let go of Xiao Wanli's hand, and suddenly felt that he didn't love so much.

"Second."

"The First Emperor of Da Ming Drugs."

"Of course, the medicine I am talking about here is not an ordinary medicine, but an addictive medicine."

"The name: Fushou ointment."

As an emperor, it's okay to indulge in shooting, and it's okay to like to gamble, anyway, you are the emperor, and it's yours to lose or win.

But it's a bit of a game to get involved in this thing.

However, Wanli did this, not for his own enjoyment, but to treat toothache, or to use it for strong and heroic, which is quite wild and historical, and it is difficult to determine.

Lao Zhu and the others all frowned when they heard this, they didn't know what Fushou Paste was, but it was definitely not a good thing.

"Third."

"The first emperor to make money and accumulate wealth."

"In order to get silver, Wanli sent eunuchs around him to all parts of the country to collect taxes from mining operations, and these mining taxes do not seem to be directly squeezing the income of the people, but in fact, they are pressed down layer by layer, especially to collect mining taxes in places where there are no mines, and in the end they will fall on the people, and what they loot is still the people's fat and people's ointment."

"And the tax supervisors sent to various places are so prosperous that they often collect hundreds of thousands of taels of silver in mining taxes, and in the end they only report tens of thousands of taels to the inner treasury."

This is clearly documented.

The governor of Shanxi wrote to the imperial court to expose that the tax supervisor Sun Chao collected 45,200 taels every year, only handed over 15,800 taels, and the remaining 29,400 taels were all privately swallowed by him.

The governor of Shandong wrote to the imperial court to report that the tax supervisor Ma Tang collected 260,000 taels a year, only handed over 78,000 taels, and embezzled 1.3 million taels in seven years.

Such a thing, in the years when Wanli collected mining taxes, spread all over the country.

'Smack'.

Jiajing Immortal slapped the table and stood up angrily.

"Really don't give half of it?!"

I think that back then, two million taels had to be given to this emperor one million.

Half of this is not given after decades?

This is simply outrageous!

Lao Zhu moved his chair slightly, and he was farther away from Xiao Wanli.

Xiao Wanli looked at his grandfather, who was getting farther and farther away from him, suspiciously, with a little grievance in his eyes.

Love goes too fast, like a tornado.

In fact, in the matter of Wanli's money, Ji Boying also felt a little outrageous.

Wanli year has been fully opened to the sea, if you really want to make money, isn't it faster to increase the commercial tax than to engage in any mining tax to get silver?

The thirtieth of the business tax of the Ming Dynasty is simply low, as long as you add three or five cents, the silver will come in an uproar.

Of course, there's a process issue in between.

If the imperial court levied a commercial tax, then the tax silver would go directly to the Tai Warehouse, and the eunuchs who were sent to various places to open mines and collect taxes would enter the inner treasury of the Wanli Emperor.

So from this point of view, many people in later generations criticized Wanli and gave Wanli the title of Scrooge, just for their own pockets, regardless of the country's finances.

Even if Wanli later took out money from the inner treasury to supplement the military salary of Liaodong, it was still forced to do nothing, after all, military issues are related to the survival of the country, and Wanli can ignore other things, but military issues must be managed.

"Fourth."

"The first emperor of the right and anti-rebellion."

"Abolish the examination law, abolish all new policies, abolish the system of non-hereditary titles for relatives, and so on."

If it is said that the purpose of deposing the examination law is to pacify the imperial court, it is understandable, after all, Wanli is the most annoying person to annoy him.

The hereditary title of the deposed relatives that was finally done was restored, which is very puzzling.

Ji Boying didn't give Lao Zhu and the others a chance to speak, and continued to speak.

"Fifth."

"The first emperor of the wayward darling."

"The third son of Wanli, Zhu Changxun, the king of Fu, spent 200,000 taels of silver for a big wedding, 600,000 taels of silver to build the palace of the domain, and the Son of Heaven gave 20,000 hectares of fertile land at the time of the domain, and 1,300 pieces of salt every year."

It's numb.

Completely numb.

Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi and several other heroes in the early Ming Dynasty all felt numb when they heard it.

It turns out that silver can still be spent like this.

The whole main hall was silent.

"Sixth."

"The first emperor of the Ming Dynasty is rotten."

Speaking of this, Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu by the way.

"Lao Zhu, you just asked me what I mean by being rotten."

"After listening to what I'm going to say, you should be able to understand."

"Listen carefully."

Lao Zhu's heart chuckled, he had a hunch, and more exciting clips came.

"The six no's written on the rice paper you see can correspond to this pendulum."

"The so-called six no's."

"No suburbs, no temples, no courts, no seeing, no criticism, no talking."

Don't sacrifice heaven and earth, don't worship ancestors, don't go to court, don't see ministers, don't approve chapters, and don't participate in sutra feasts.

"When Ye Xianggao was the first assistant, a total of seventy-five notes were sent before and after to ask for additional officials, and Wanli was left in the middle without approval, and finally in desperation, he even asked for sixty-two resignations, and this was the successful resignation."

In fact, these six are not inside.

From the perspective of Ji Boying, a later generation, the five no's of 'no suburbs, no temples, no courts, no seeing, and no talking' are still acceptable, after all, if you don't engage in these vain ceremonies, you can also save a lot of national financial expenditures.

But not criticizing the movement is a bit too much.

After all, according to the history books, Wanli not only did not make up for the officials, but he did not even approve the disaster relief recital.

He didn't approve it, and he didn't let the eunuchs approve it.

If Zhu Hong does not approve it, the cabinet will not be able to draw up votes, the household department will not be able to allocate grain, and the victims will have to wait for death.

glanced at the already stunned princes of heaven.

Ji Boying continued.

"Next, let's briefly introduce the situation of the six cabinets of the Wanli Ming Court before the start of the Battle of Salhu."

"The cabinet is only one university scholar Fang Congzhe, there are only three scholars in the six departments, four squires, the heavenly officials and the military department are vacant, all of them are concurrently served by the scholars of other departments, there are only four people in the six departments, and there are only five people left in the thirteen imperial histories of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and the position of the general government is vacant, and the lack of officials in other departments is not counted."

If it is in a full state, the cabinet ministers should be equipped with 3-5 people, the six departments should have six scholars, more than ten waiters on the left and right, and the six department officials are even more than 180 people, and the various departments of the Metropolitan Procuratorate can also have dozens of people, otherwise how to supervise the world.

And the general political envoy, who is responsible for the music of the heavenly listening all over the country, now that no one is in charge of the general affairs department, these recitals will naturally not be sent to His Majesty the Emperor, and the ears of Lao Wanli are considered clean.

The lack of officials and not making up for it was often regarded by later generations as Wanli's rotten therapy against the civilian clique, but no matter how rotten it is, no matter how hard it is, no matter how much it fights, at least it must maintain the normal operation of the imperial institutions.

At the very least, disaster relief cannot be delayed.

Also, Wanli has always been vague about the prince's study, and Zhu Changluo is dozens of years old, and he has not received the orthodox royal prince education.

No wonder later generations will give Wanli a definition: I will be done when I am cool, and he will be flooded in the future.

Hearing this, Lao Zhu's chest was already rising and falling violently.

Xiao Wanli, who was sitting next to him, would take the initiative to move his little stool a little farther away.

"The chapter is not approved, the lack of officials is not filled, what is Wanli doing?!"

Lao Zhu slapped the Taishi chair, and he was furious.

When he wielded a knife to cut people, he cut a batch and promoted a batch to ensure that the imperial court departments and institutions were in normal operation.

"ZTE, ZTE is a ghost!"

Lao Zhu Di also slapped the table angrily.

"This thing!"

Even the Jiajing Immortal stood up.

He didn't go to court for decades, and he was sprayed and rotten, but he worked, when this emperor Jun was late at night, who knows you trolls?!

"No descendants!"

"Heavy penalties!"

“………”

The scolding was repeated in this main hall.

Longqing Zhu Zaikun didn't dare to say anything at all.

And Xiao Wanli, who was originally sitting on a small chair, consciously and secretly got off the podium at this time, squatted beside the stenographer Lianxiang, and looked at these fickle ancestors with a frightened face.

Is this the world of adults? It's horrible!

Mother, I don't want to grow up!

…………………………

The forty-sixth year of Wanli.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, the dusk is drunk and red.

Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one.

The sound of festive firecrackers and the sound of gongs and drums resounded throughout the capital of the Ming Emperor after hundreds of years of vicissitudes.

Snow, one after another.

The Forbidden City, the Thousand Autumn Pavilion of the Imperial Garden.

Lao Wanli was wearing a black gold coat, and more than 200 catties of fat were covered under it.

Today, he rarely walked out of the Qianqing Palace, walked around the imperial garden for half an hour, and then rested in this Qianqiu Pavilion.

Although it is called Qianqiu Pavilion, it actually has three floors, and Lao Wanli lies on the dragon royal on the third terrace, looking at the beautiful scenery of the falling snow in the imperial garden.

"Your Majesty, the old cabinet has presented another chapter today, and I hope that Your Majesty can make up for the cabinet and various departments."

The celebrant and eunuch Chang Shengyun bowed to his side.

"No."

Lao Wanli glanced at this piece and didn't think about it.

"That old man's recital..."

"Let's stay."

"Your Majesty, Elder Fang Ge also handed over a recital, which is to resign to Your Majesty and return home."

"This..."

"This is the seventh time that Elder Fang Ge has resigned."

"No."

"Again, the note handed over by the Ministry of War, I hope that Your Majesty will allocate two pieces of silver from the inner treasury to fill part of the military salary on the nine sides."

Lao Wanli frowned, and he was most annoyed to ask about the silver.

"Don't approve it!"

"Your Majesty, then Ming'er, are you still going to worship your ancestors?"

Eunuch Chang didn't ask at all whether he wanted to worship the Heavenly Temple on the first day of the first lunar month tomorrow and accept the worship of hundreds of officials, after all, this matter was impossible, and it was still a bit possible to go to the Taimiao Temple to worship his ancestors, so he would ask casually at this time of year.

"No, the ancestors will bless me."

With a faint sentence, Lao Wanli looked up at the sky.

This snow scene today is really good.

Well?

Suddenly, in the eyes of Lao Wanli, a dragon-like golden thunder swept across the night.

Then, boom.

At the same time, there was a strong wind and snowflakes.

(End of chapter)