"Good!" Zhu Jianshen slapped the table fiercely and shouted:

"Then let's do it!"

"It just so happens that the three battalions have just returned from the border pass, if there are troublemakers, try their hands!"

The decision has been decided, and the ministers naturally left one after another, but Yu Qian stayed, and he still had something to say to Emperor Chenghua.

At this time, his beard was gray, his body was old, his face was full of wrinkles, and from time to time, he could be heard coughing.

The cabinet ministers are not young, and Yu Qian is the oldest of them, from the Yongle Dynasty to today, can be said to have witnessed the ups and downs of several generations of emperors of the Ming Dynasty.

Of course, they can live better than they all.

Arching his hand, Yu Qian's voice was a little soft:

"Your Majesty, the minister is already in his prime, and he is suffering from illness, so I am really worried that it will be difficult to take on the heavy responsibility of this first assistant...... Your Majesty, I am afraid that it is time to say goodbye to old age, and the minister asks Your Majesty to allow the old minister to return to his hometown to retire. ”

Originally, he planned to work for a few more years and make another contribution to Daming, maybe he would die in the position of the first assistant. However, when he saw Yan Jingxiu's impassioned enthusiasm among the auxiliary ministers, he knew that he could finally pay attention to the official with peace of mind.

There are successors, no regrets!

Zhu Jianshen was silent for a while, although it was not that there were no courtiers who were still serving in the imperial court in their seventies and eighties, but he glanced at Yu Qian's old state, and he still coughed from time to time at that time, knowing that the other party was also difficult to support.

"Who do you think can take your place as the first assistant?"

He asked.

"The minister thinks that perhaps Lord Yan, a scholar of the Imperial Palace, is more suitable to serve as the first assistant of the cabinet. Although Lord Peng is a good minister of the auxiliary country, he lacks some contingency strategies and is more decent......" Yu Qian said softly.

Zhu Jianshen nodded slowly, he recognized the vision of Yu Qian, a courtier, and the performance of Yan Jingxiu just now also made his eyes shine.

In the sixth year of Chenghua, the seventy-two-year-old Yu Qian was officially appointed as the first assistant of the cabinet, a scholar of the Huagai Palace, and the head of the outer court.

With the decision of the central government, Xiang Zhong was ordered to lead the army south, and more than 30,000 soldiers were drawn out from the three major battalions, and more than 70,000 local guards were gathered, totaling more than 70,000 people, and the capital Yu Shi Yuanjie took the personnel sent down to be responsible for matters related to the stabilization of the displaced people.

Facts have proved that Yan Jingxiu's strategy of "bringing the army" is very correct, and the displaced people in Jingxiang have been gathering here for quite a few years, and the local people have already formed a situation in which the weak eat the strong, and whoever is strong is the rule. And the bright sword of the Ming army told them that the current rule is the Ming Dynasty.

In front of the 70,000 armor soldiers, no matter what kind of bullies and gangsters, they all obediently obeyed the arrangement.

Of course, there are also those who are not convinced, such as Li Yuan, the remnant of the Jingxiang thief Kou, who was unwilling to listen to the call of the imperial court, and he raised troops in the local area to try to resist.

However, no one was willing to support him at all, after all, the people who came here were just to beg for a bite to eat, and now the officials of the imperial court came here to allow them to reclaim and re-establish order in this chaotic land, and they were too late to be happy!

In the original history, Li Yuan's gathering of millions of troops seemed to be violent, but as a result, Xiang Zhong, who had quelled the rebellion, ordered the people to enter the mountains and forests with the order to appease, and immediately 400,000 people laid down their weapons, "the displaced people went out of the mountains with the old and the young, day and night", it can be seen that in addition to the core tens of thousands, the rest are just people who can't survive.

And what about the Ming army? They had just returned from the frontier, and they had gone through the baptism of blood and fire, and these outcasts were far inferior to the Warat and Tatars of the frontier.

Li Yuan's uprising lasted only a few days before it was easily quelled by the Ming army, and Li Yuan's fate was also seen by other people with a heart, and no one dared to make trouble anymore.

This makes Yuan Jie's various arrangements unimpeded.

He first repatriated those who were willing to return to their hometowns, gave them travel expenses and grain for the next year's spring ploughing, and allocated land to them in the local area. The rest of the people, who did not want to leave, settled in the place and re-registered them for them.

Many people had been forced to run into the mountains because they had been ostracized and oppressed by bullies, and they lived on hunting, so he sent people into the mountains to propagate that the imperial court had sent troops to garrison them to ensure their safety, and would also give them land to cultivate, which lured them out of the mountains and forests at once.

After all, owning a piece of land is the dream of all farmers in China's thousands of years of dynasties!

Yuan Jie also selected strong people from among the people to serve as garrison guards and servants, and those who had bad deeds were also duly punished under the reports of the masses.

He set up prefectures and counties in the local area, built cities, and divided land, bringing long-lost order to Jingxiang.

By the eighth year of Chenghua, the two million displaced people in Jingxiang had been converted into Ming people living and working in peace and contentment, and the rich Jingxiang also began to pay considerable taxes for the Ming Dynasty, enriching the Ming treasury.

Zhu Jianshen gave the name of this newly established mansion, yes

Xunyang Mansion.

……

The establishment of Xunyang Mansion made the huge powder keg of the Ming Dynasty in Jingxiang avoid an explosion, and also made the many displaced people accumulated six years ago in Chenghua be properly resettled, which is of course the merit of Yuan Jie, but Yan Jingxiu, who proposed the solution, also contributed a lot.

At this time, he had officially become the first assistant of the Ming Dynasty, and this political achievement made him even more powerful, and won the support of many courtiers.

It took him decades to finally reach the pinnacle of power, and now, he can achieve his ambitions.

And Yan Ling, where everyone can't see it, is also constantly expanding his power.

In the past three years, Beizhili, Shandong, and Henan have been full of intelligence agency personnel under him, who have continuously transmitted information to the central Chen Guogong Mansion and acted as his eyes and ears.

Not to mention in the Jingshi, where Jinyiwei and Dongchang couldn't see, the members of the Hidden Dragon dressed in black were hiding.

At this time, Yan Ling already dared to say that he had completely controlled the Chen Guogong Mansion, and even if he encountered a rebellious and disobedient family owner, he would not be able to turn the waves.

However, the rebellious head of the house......

"Ancestor, look at my words."

The six-year-old child ran up to Yan Ling and happily raised the rice paper in his hand.

Not far away, there was an eight-year-old child, who was struggling to write, and when he saw this child running to show it, he seemed even more flustered, and his hands moved a little faster.

After a while, he also finished his work, but the last few words were crooked, obviously in a hurry, and the penmanship was messed up.

Yan Ling smiled softly.

Cultivated by himself since childhood, he is like father and son.

How can you be rebellious?

He reached out to cover Yan Yuan's hand, held the brush with his immature little hand, and put ink on the white paper:

"Wrong, this word, to write it like this......"

One stroke, one stroke.

The seven years of the Ming Dynasty quietly slipped away in the long wandering.

(End of chapter)