"Listen to us!"

Lao Zhu noticed that Lao Wanli was obviously distracted, and scolded him sharply.

In fact, it is no wonder that Lao Wanli, foot disease, diabetes, three highs and dysentery, a body of underlying diseases.

Just now, I received more than ten slaps from three Zhu Di and a kick from Lao Zhu, plus this will be at the night of Wanli time and space, sleepiness hits, and the spiritual power is indeed very easy to disperse.

"Lift him up."

Ji Boying looked at Lao Wanli, who tried to stand up several times, but because he was too fat and had foot problems, he couldn't get up, and he was a little miserable.

Zhang Juzheng looked at such an old Wanli, sighed in his heart, and stepped forward to help Lao Wanli, but found that he couldn't help him at all.

In the end, he blushed and forcibly exercised his constipation, and only then did he barely help up the holy monarch he was looking forward to.

Under the big pant at this moment, Zhang Shuai suddenly realized the difference between the words 'lighthouse and nightmare'.

If under his meticulous teaching, Zhu Yijun finally became like this, it is really better not to teach, and let Zhu Yijun become an ordinary and golden mean, at least a normal person.

"One."

Ji Boying's voice started again.

After getting up, Lao Wanli took a deep breath, this time he didn't dare to be distracted at all, after all, if he was distracted again, it was estimated that it would not be a scolding, but a kick from his grandfather.

Concentrate on the center of the god and look at the immortal master in front of him.

"Decree that the tax inspectors you have sent to collect mining taxes should be raided."

"One of these eunuchs is counted as one, and all of them are imprisoned, and their homes are collected, and those who commit adultery and criminals are severely punished according to the law."

Although Wanli issued a decree in the 33rd year of banning tax mines, it was only a superficial article, and the tax supervisors in various places were still rampant and domineering, collecting taxes as usual, until Zhu Changluo ascended the throne and was deposed in the real sense.

In the matter of Wanli's tax supervision, Secretary Shi knew very well that Lao Wanli had gotten about 10 million taels of silver for himself through the tax mine.

But in fact, these eunuchs who went to various places to engage in tax mines squeezed at least 30 million taels of silver from the people, or even more people's fat and ointment, and most of these mining taxes were collected into their personal pockets.

All of them are rich people in various places, and their lives are more chic than the emperor.

As long as all these fat pigs are slaughtered, let alone one or two million taels of silver, the silver needed for the battle of Salhu will naturally be available.

As for the three salaries (Liao, Suppression, and Training), the people of the world were miserable, and they directly promoted the uprising in advance.

As soon as he heard that he was going to cut off his tax supervision, Lao Wanli's heart was dripping blood, in his opinion, this was tantamount to cutting off his own way to make money.

As the saying goes, cutting off someone's wealth is like killing your parents.

But Lao Wanli knows another sentence even better, 'People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads'.

"Brother, do you hear me?!"

Lao Zhu saw the reluctance on Lao Wanli's face, and he broke off again.

At this moment, Lao Wanli hurriedly saluted and nodded.

"Abide by the decree of the immortal master, I will issue an order tomorrow to recall the tax supervisor of the world, and I will never open mines again in the future."

Ji Boying glanced at Lao Wanli and continued to speak.

"Two."

"From now on, additional officials from various departments will be added to restore the normal operation of state institutions."

"In addition, the compound leaves are high as the first auxiliary."

In the Wanli Dynasty, after the death of Zhang Juzheng, there were not many famous ministers who could be counted, and Ye Xianggao could be counted as one.

This Ye Shoufu, who once gave Wanli seventy-five supplementary official notes, and finally was really angry and connected with sixty-two resignation official notes before he was approved to return to his hometown, setting a record for the largest number of resignation official letters, and also has a nickname: 'toilet boy'.

Because, he was born in the latrine when Ye's mother fled.

However, Ye Xianggao did not resist this nickname, but regarded it as a treasure of his life, and wrote an essay on his nickname to commemorate his deceased biological mother.

It was 'alone' for seven years during the Wanli period, and the independence of other dynasties represented unauthorized power, and the independence of the Wanli period was purely to catch a worker and use it to death.

The reason why he was praised as a famous minister by later generations was even included in the top ten first assistants of the Ming Dynasty.

At the core, Ye Xianggao still did not give up even in front of a completely rotten emperor like Wanli, but worked diligently and tried his best to maintain the normal operation of the empire without the approval of the chapter.

Otherwise, he would not have persevered in the seventy-five supplementary official performances.

Moreover, Ye Xianggao acted decisively and judged major events, which is remembered very clearly in the history books.

And he has been honest and honest all his life, although Ye Xianggao himself was born in Donglin, he never engaged in party disputes, and what he did when he was the first assistant was not to crack down on dissident parties, but to try his best to reconcile the balance of various factions and stabilize the court pattern.

In fact, Ji Boying has another choice, that is, to resurrect Zhang Juzheng of Wanli Time and Space and pull him out of the grave for another ten years.

But Lao Wanli ransacked Zhang Juzheng's house after all, swept away all his reputation, and almost whipped his corpse.

If Zhang Juzheng is pulled out, the two of them will not see each other when they look down, it is estimated that it will be difficult to get along, and maybe they can still fight.

Moreover, Zhang Juzheng in Wanli Time and Space is different from Zhang Xuan in Jiajing Time and Space before, Zhang Juzheng in Wanli Time and Space has been dead for too long, more than 30 years, and the court officials have long been replaced one after another.

The current Wanli Dynasty, it is more convenient for Ye Xianggao, who was especially present in the past, to come forward to rectify it.

"Three."

"Check all the fields under the name of Zhu Changxun, the king of Fu, and distribute them to the people."

"I decreed that the king would be blessed and persuaded to give all the silver taels in the mansion to Taicang for state affairs."

Kill a wave of tax supervisor fat pigs, and then copy King Fu, the treasury will be filled in an instant, not to mention fighting a battle of Sarhu, even if it is the decades of military salaries owed by the nine sides, it can be settled at one time.

Hearing this, Lao Wanli's face changed.

It's okay to fight local tyrants, why did you hit your baby son, this is my favorite little liver! How can I divide the field of my little liver!

Lao Wanli stiffened his head, and subconsciously shook his head wildly.

"I've always been a reasonable person."

"I just said it, it's persuasion."

Ji Boying's words settled, and he pointed a little.

Swish.

By the side of Lao Wanli, a person who was not inferior to Wanli in terms of body size, or even more super fat, appeared, holding a roasted deer leg in both hands at the moment, and was closing his eyes to enjoy the pleasure of feasting.

I swallowed a mouthful of venison, opened my eyes, and was stunned.

Because more than twenty pairs of fierce eyes were staring at him.

"He is the Blessed King."

"The land of a province is not enough to provide for a king, and it has been a domain for decades, annexing countless fertile fields for the people, and looting countless people's fat and ointment."

Ji Boying's voice sounded faintly.

Then, before the blessed king Zhu Changxun could react to what was going on, he was surrounded by more than a dozen strangers.

"Who are you, you, you?"

"What are you going to do?! Do you know who this king is?! ”

Zhu Changxun looked at the crowd surrounding him in horror, and subconsciously used the deer leg in his hand as a weapon.

Holding the handle of his leg with both hands, he waved it vigorously, but his eyes saw a familiar figure through the gap in the crowd.

Oh! It turned out to be his dear father, His Majesty!

"Father!"

"Father, save me!"

Zhu Changxun's fat face just appeared happy.

Burst.

As the second-in-command, Lao Zhu Di kicked on the stomach of King Fu, King Fu was kicked as immobile as a mountain, and Lao Zhu Di was thrown to the ground by the rebound, in front of his children and grandchildren, so he was not ashamed.

This Fu King's belly is too big, and he has a strong abdominal muscle, and his strength is backfired.

"Kill him!"

The old Zhu Di, who was helped up by Yongle's big fat, was annoyed and angry, he had been mixed for so many years, and he had never been so ashamed.

Instantly.

Yan Fan'er Lang went into battle and surrounded King Fu, who was more than 300 catties, in the middle, and punched and kicked wildly.

At first, I could still hear Zhu Changxun's pig howl, but gradually the sound was gone, and the old Wanli on the side looked anxious, and couldn't help rubbing his hands, his eyes were full of distressed words.

From time to time, he whispered 'tap' and 'tap'.

About half a cup of tea.

Maybe he was tired, and all the princes of heaven stopped their hands, and they were all panting with their waists crossed.

Looking at Zhu Changxun, the blessed king lying on the ground with his head in his hands, there are no more good pieces of meat on his body.

But.

Ji Boying can clearly see it.

This super fat person didn't actually suffer any substantial injuries, there was too much fat on his body, and it was also elastic!

A punch went down, as if it hit a bouncy ball.

The defense power is 99999+, which is directly full.

And the reason why he didn't call was because King Fu found that the harder he screamed, the harder these people worked, which was similar to that of both men and women.

"Son......!"

Lao Wanli looked at the poor His Royal Highness King Fu, and hurriedly walked to Zhu Changxun with a limp.

As soon as King Fu saw his old father, he knelt down and hugged Lao Wanli's legs, and cried.

O old father! You have to call the shots for your sons!

Before he could say a few words, Xiao Zhu Si and Yongle Xiao Zhu added a young Zhu Houzhao, and the three forcibly separated the father and son, and dragged King Fu to Lao Zhu and Ji Boying.

"Zhu Changxun, I'll give you two choices."

Ji Boying stared at this super fat man who faked crying for a second.

"First, take the initiative to donate all the silver taels in the house to fund the country."

"Second, passively take out all the silver taels in the house for national use."

Zhu Changxun was stunned for a moment, covering his face and looking at Ji Boying.

"This, does this make a difference?!"

"Of course there is a difference."

"If you take the initiative, you can make a good name."

Ji Boying glanced at this Zhu Changxun.

When it comes to accumulating wealth, the ability of this blessed king Zhu Changxun is not inferior to his father Lao Wanli, and even surpasses it.

After Zhu Changxun became a vassal, he was not satisfied with the 20,000 hectares of fertile land given to him by Lao Wanli when he became a vassal, and allowed his domestic slaves to annex the land everywhere and swallow up a large area of fertile land for the people.

In the body of a prince, he acted as a protective umbrella for all kinds of underworld and evil, trying his best to make money, so that the people of Henan were resentful and eager to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Summed up in 16 words: reckless, evil, tyrannical, wanton.

During the Chongzhen period, 'the thieves in Qinzhong, the drought locusts in Henan', there was a tragic scene of "cannibalism" among the people, but Zhu Changxun, the king of Fu, did not see this at all, how to squeeze the people or continue.

The officials and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty passed by Luoyang and said: The palace has millions of money, and my generation is a thief.

"Immortal Master, can you think about it again, I can..."

Lao Wanli gritted his teeth and stomped his feet slightly.

"I can allocate some silver from the inner treasury into Taicang to make up for the empty salary of the Nine Sides."

Ji Boying frowned and glanced at Lao Wanli more.

He now understands why Lao Wanli would rather send eunuchs to collect mining taxes in various places than increase commercial taxes, and dare to feel that this old Wanli really treats the country's silver as his own silver, and only has his own inner treasury in his eyes.

The country has such a king, how can it not be rotten.

"I'm doing it for his good."

The voice fell.

The surrounding scene changed suddenly.

All the princes of heaven are accustomed to this sudden change in illusion.

Lao Wanli and Fu Wang Zhu Changxun were so shocked that their faces changed greatly, and they looked at the suddenly changed scene around them in amazement.

In the midst of a fantasy.

The location of everyone is in front of the main gate of Zhougong Temple.

At this moment, in the middle of the crowd, there is a huge boiling iron pot, in this iron pot, there is a hot red 'pig' is struggling and wailing with its last strength, in addition to green onions, ginger and garlic, there are several skinned sika deer in the side dishes.

The people around them were all holding broken bowls, and their eyes showed strong expectations.

"Hey, the people in this cauldron are very familiar."

Zhu Changxun was stunned and looked at the people in the pot, took a closer look, suddenly changed his expression, and retreated, so frightened that he sat on the ground, and shit and urine came out.

"This, why is this me!"

It is normal for Zhu Changxun to have this reaction, after all, anyone who suddenly sees the real scene of being thrown in a pot and boiled will be frightened.

Lao Wanli also saw that his face changed drastically, and his heart was trembling.

How did our precious heart and liver get cooked?!

In the Ming Dynasty, this was the second vassal king to receive such treatment, Zhu Changxun was much better than the previous one, and there were some side dishes.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Lao Zhu glanced at the people around him, and then looked at the 'fat pig' in the boiling cauldron, which was almost completely boiled, frowned slightly, and asked.

Everyone else was also shocked, after all, this was the prince of raw cooking, and it was still in front of the people, no matter how you looked at it, it was not a normal thing.

"After Li Zicheng broke through Henan and entered Luoyang, he dug up the silver wealth of the Fu Wangfu Mansion as a salary, and cooked a few sika deer with the Fu Wang, and cooked them together in front of the Zhou Gong Temple, and the people shared them."

"The name of the name, the feast of Fulu (deer)."

These words fell on the ears of Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di and others, and they were all heartbroken.

It was eaten by the people.

This must be the hatred of the people.

Moreover, the looted people's fat and people's ointment eventually became the military salary of the anti-thieves.

Rather than this, it is better to fill the treasury as soon as possible.

"The descendants of my Zhu family are actually corrupted to this point."

Lao Zhu took a deep breath, and there was a bit of anger and indisputable coolness in his eyes.

looked at King Fu, who was already a fart and urine, and the disgust in his eyes was full of disgust, he couldn't figure out how under his old Zhu's powerful bloodline, how could such a waste thing be born among the children and grandchildren of future generations.

Suddenly.

Like the wind.

The scene of the feast of Fu Lu was removed, and everything dissipated like a bubble.

If you continue to put it down, it will be a scene of eating and drinking, which is really disgusting and too inappropriate.

At this time, Lao Zhu suddenly stood up.

I saw that in the eyes of all the children and grandchildren, Daming Taizu walked in front of the blessed king Zhu Changxun, his eyes drooping slightly.

"Brother gave you two choices."

"Then let's give you two choices."

"First, he degraded himself to a concubine, left the clan, and donated all the money in the house for the country's use."

"Two."

Lao Zhu raised his hand slightly, and Ah Biao handed over the mace in a timely manner.

"Right here at this moment, we, the Great Ming Taizu, will personally correct you with family law."

Zhu Changxun knelt on the ground, trembling and trembling.

He subconsciously raised his head to look at Lao Zhu, and under the gaze of the ancestors, he spoke.

"I, I, I'll pick three."

There is a kind of cleverness called self-cleverness.

There is a kind of death, which is called death.

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PS: Regarding the death of King Fu, there is a saying of the Fu Lu banquet, and there is also a saying that the whole body was killed because of the discovery of the epitaph of King Fu, which one is difficult to say in history.

This book is still based on the blessing of the feast, and it is more relieving of hatred.

(End of chapter)