Rule the Ming Dynasty Alone

Figuring out the Sacred Heart is a magic weapon that will keep you favored by your close relatives. Wan An, who is over seventy years old, needs the Holy Family to "extend his life."

Now that he saw that none of his important ministers had figured out the emperor's true intention, but his son seemed to have found the answer, he naturally wanted to break the casserole and ask the truth.

How to spend three million taels? The answer to this question will be related to your position in His Majesty's heart.

"Although His Majesty is smeared as a tyrant, he is actually a wise king who truly cares about the people. All his actions are for the people and he wants our people to live a better life. If we can understand this, in fact, His Majesty's His thoughts are not difficult to guess. Your Majesty must be hoping to use the three million taels this time to develop the military and shipbuilding industries. This will not only ensure the stability of our Ming Dynasty, but also allow cotton to sell well all over the world, so that cotton can feed back our people! "Wan Yi's eyes flashed with a light of wisdom, and he looked very sure and authentic.

Although his status does not allow him to have direct access to the emperor, he is an official of the third rank of the Ming Dynasty after all, and he can obtain information through his father, so he has already profiled the emperor.

As early as when he was observing filial piety in his hometown in Sichuan, he had already begun to observe the new king.

This new king must still hope to use the three million taels to strengthen the army and continue to extend his tentacles to the four seas by building stronger ships and heavy artillery.

In fact, many people have not discovered that the current sales of Ming Dynasty cotton cloth have not only brought cotton cloth to thousands of households, but also exchanged a large amount of materials from overseas, which is quietly nurturing ordinary people.

When Wan An heard this judgment, he couldn't help but feel slightly confused: "Our Ming Dynasty is now strong enough and has good relations with Mongolia in the north. Now we don't need to spend so much effort, right?"

"Our friendship with Mongolia is only temporary. No one can be sure when Mongolia in the north will come back. What's more, His Majesty now intends to connect with the world. No one knows what kind of situation we will face in the future, so he must hope to continue to strengthen the army. "Wan Yi is now a bystander, so he expresses his opinion.

Wan An took a sip of tea silently and asked seriously: "According to your analysis, what your Majesty is thinking about now is to spend three million taels to build giant ships and heavy artillery?"

"Even if His Majesty doesn't want to spend all of the three million taels on building giant ships and heavy artillery, he still has to spend more than half of it!" Wan Yi firmly believed in his judgment and responded very seriously.

At this moment, the snowflakes in the courtyard outside were slowly falling.

Perhaps many of their important ministers believed that the current Ming Dynasty was strong enough. Especially after defeating Annan, Qingliu, headed by Liu Jian, had already considered planting an army.

Just by truly studying the emperor, you can see that the emperor is unlikely to be satisfied with this.

Many officials are still accustomed to the idea that peace in the world is a prosperous age for scholar-bureaucrats, but today's emperors want to bring a good life to the people at the bottom, so the road to building a strong army is unlikely to be abandoned halfway.

Wan An believed his son's judgment and nodded gently: "Although His Majesty rarely expresses his position on weekdays, today he is indeed not very interested in building the outer city of Beijing. Now it seems that your judgment is correct. "

After being reminded by his son, he also realized that the current emperor was not the kind of mediocre emperor who shared the blessings of peace with the scholar-bureaucrats, but a tyrant who truly wanted to lead the entire China to strength.

Three million taels of Beijing's outer city and three million taels of huge ships and heavy artillery. Today's emperor must favor the latter.

"Dad, how about you submit a memorandum now and ask His Majesty to build a large shipyard in Tianjin?" Wan Yi saw that his father was persuaded by him and immediately suggested it seriously.

Wan An shook his head gently and said with a lot of political wisdom: "It's not just your father who is confused now, I think Li Yu and his gang won't react either! Let the matter of building the outer city of Beijing ferment for a while. Help others sell the house, and we can take advantage of the opportunity to buy several houses at low prices. When we discuss the construction of the outer city of Beijing next time, and Dad comes out to oppose it, His Majesty will definitely... Huh-huh, he will definitely think that your dad is a good prime minister. "

Even though he was the chief minister who had gone through decades of ups and downs, he couldn't help but lose his composure at the thought of having such an excellent opportunity to impress the emperor.

Wan Yi was stunned for a moment, then worried that the night would be long and full of dreams, but he swallowed the words as soon as they reached his lips. His father has been as stable as an old dog as his chief assistant for ten years, how could he be overthrown at this moment?

The snowflakes in the courtyard suddenly became denser, and the falling snowflakes seemed to flood the world. The two servants who happened to pass by hurriedly ran to the eaves.

It's just that there is a charcoal brazier in the study, so the temperature here is not affected.

"Dad, Bi'er just came to me and he made a request!" Wan Yi saw that his father was in a good mood and suddenly said seriously.

When Wan An heard that it was about his grandson, he asked enthusiastically: "What does he want?"

What makes him most proud of this life is not that he has been the chief minister for ten years, but that he, who has been criticized as a paper elder, has three generations of Jinshi scholars, and his grandson is a Hanlin official.

On the other hand, those Qingliu ministers who attacked him, regardless of their family tradition, none of their sons or grandsons could produce a Jinshi.

"Dad, Bi'er doesn't want to stay in the Hanlin Academy anymore!" Wan Yi saw his father's excitement and said seriously.

Wan An stopped bringing the tea cup to his mouth and suddenly looked angry and said: "Even if he is young and ignorant, how can you be so confused? Do you know what it means for him to leave the Hanlin Academy?"

In today's officialdom, those who are not members of the Imperial Academy cannot join the cabinet.

If his grandson leaves the Hanlin Academy, it is almost equivalent to giving up the opportunity to join the cabinet and become the prime minister in this life, which is simply an extremely stupid approach.

"Dad, please don't be angry. Think about it seriously. Is there any way out for Bi'er now that she continues to stay in the Hanlin Academy?" Wan Yi comforted his father's emotions, pointing straight to the core.

Wan'an knew what his son was referring to, and expressed his position in a profound voice: "If Bi'er reaches your age, his father will naturally not keep him in the Hanlin Academy. It's just that he is still so young now and has just entered the official career. , Unless it is arranged by His Majesty, otherwise he will destroy his own future!"

After all, they were the elders of the three dynasties. The emperors of the Ming Dynasty seemed to be possessed by evil spirits. Each emperor's life span was very short.

It is no secret that the current Emperor Hongzhi rejects Ci ministers who only know how to boast, but his grandson is still too young to commit the promotion route of leaving Ci ministers now.

After all, once Zhu Youtang died suddenly, even if Zhu Youtang died more than ten years later, after the new emperor was replaced, the new dynasty would probably have to pay attention to the Ci minister.

Because of this, his grandson should not keep an eye on Emperor Hongzhi, but should continue to work as a minister and strive for the opportunity to join the cabinet and become prime minister in the new dynasty.

"This is because the child has different thoughts!" Wan Yi knew that the most critical issue in this matter was Zhu Youtang's lifespan, so he took the initiative to apologize.

Wan An gently put down the tea cup, then changed the subject and said: "As a father, you are now the chief assistant. If you stay in the capital, you will be the minister of the Sixth Ministry. This matter will inevitably attract criticism. But now His Majesty is enlightened, and you are indeed You are a rare talent. For my father, let me try to hire a minister from the Ministry of Justice or a minister from the Ministry of Works!"

"Everything is all arranged by dad!" Wan Yi was ecstatic and respectfully handed over his hand.

In fact, after talking here for a long time, what I care about most is my own future. I originally thought that I would speak in person, but I didn't expect my father to take the initiative to mention it. It was an unexpected surprise.

Of course, he vaguely felt that it had something to do with the fact that he had just figured out the emperor's will, otherwise his father might still have to sacrifice himself to stay in Nanjing to fulfill his good reputation.

The pursuit of power seems to be the main theme among the upper class people living in this era.

Since the Spring Festival is approaching, there is almost nothing going on in various government offices in the capital, and local officials come to Beijing under various names.

Taking sides is a political phenomenon that exists in any era.

The group of officials who entered Beijing were like little lambs looking for milk, but they flocked to the residences of important officials, including many officials carrying heavy gifts.

The first year of Hongzhi is the year of Beijing inspection, and the beginning of next spring will be the external inspection of local officials. The Ministry of Personnel must punish officials who are old, disabled, weak and unable to serve, as well as those who are greedy, cruel, and engage in trouble and harm the people. To be removed from office.

Originally, many local officials did not take it seriously. After all, external inspections were a common occurrence. However, after the Ministry of Rites announced that there would be 600 places for the Enke Examination, it was like a deep-sea bomb was dropped.

"There are 600 people in Enke this year? Next year, the Foreign Inspectorate will ask local officials to make room for new Jinshi!"

"Isn't this just right? Those local officials who are old or unable to serve should have been dismissed from their posts long ago!"

"In the final analysis, we are still our Emperor Sheng Ming. Thanks to those Qingliu people who are still against Enke, I said 600 can be the quota!"

…

After learning the cause and effect of the incident, the people in the capital had no objection to the imperial court's increase in the number of 600 foreign inspectors and enke, but they pointed their fingers at corrupt officials all over the world.

"Haha... the probability of our high school has greatly increased!"

"Don't be too happy too early. Even in high school, you can only serve as a county magistrate!"

"Work hard to rejuvenate the country, and county magistrates are the real people in politics. What's wrong with being a county magistrate?"

…

When the candidates preparing for the exam in Beijing learned that there were actually 600 places for Enke this year, they had a completely different reaction, as if they had smelled the pie.

Since everyone began to realize that the imperial court was paying more and more attention to practical matters, especially the Hanlin officials were not as prestigious as before, many candidates were no longer so resistant to being appointed as county magistrates.

Especially in the latest issue of "Ming", it contains the fabricated story of a county magistrate named Hai from the Song Dynasty and the case of Song Ci solving crimes, which is quietly inspiring many young people.

Li Yu, the Minister of Civil Affairs, was a clean and abiding man. Faced with the local officials who were constantly looking for connections, he turned them away.

Now that the authority he holds is comparable to that of a chief minister, he naturally cherishes this hard-won status even more, so he does not want to destroy his future for the slightest benefit.

It's just that the battles in the imperial court are everywhere, and the overt and covert attacks are endless.

Forbidden City, Qianqing Palace.

Time has come to the end of the year, and tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. Since there are fewer and fewer government affairs now, and there is almost no need to summon ministers, Zhu Youtang has been working in Dongnuang Pavilion in recent days.

It is said to be an office, but in fact there are not many government affairs to deal with. I have a lot of free time every day, so I occasionally call my woman over to play mahjong.

"Let's do this! Whoever wins the most, I will favor her tonight!"

"Is it really such a big deal?"

"You have no joke!"

Zhu Youtang knew that his identity was here, so he immediately placed a bet.

Faced with this tempting bet, the three women were gearing up, but they all forgot one thing.

"Touch!" Zhu Youtang was very lucky and extremely flexible. He touched himself in the last game and easily won the three women.

After seeing this result, the three women exchanged helpless glances, but secretly made up their minds to capture this man in a dignified manner tomorrow.

Zhu Youtang suddenly realized that although he had won, he seemed to have lost. Instead, he had to decide whether to go for the goblin, the ice beauty or the horse tonight.

"Your Majesty, something happened!" Guo Yong came over with a memorandum and reported it carefully.

Officials from the two capitals and thirteen provinces sent congratulatory forms one after another, and flattering articles were sent to Zhu Youtang.

Zhu Youtang was already immune to these compliments, but he was too lazy to read through them himself, so he handed the pile of memorials to the Supervisor of Ceremonies for processing.

It's just that the development of the matter was unexpected, and there was actually an impeachment memorial included in it.

After seeing the contents of this memorial, Guo Yong also knew that a big disturbance was going to arise this time, but he did not dare to delay, and immediately forwarded this unique "congratulatory form" to Zhu Youtang.

Zhu Youtang didn't think anything big was going to happen. When he saw that this was a memorial handed in by Ruan Yao, a member of the Ministry of Industry, he guessed that it was a restless middle- and lower-level official who took the opportunity of handing over a congratulatory form to attack important officials in the court.

In addition to those officials who bite the public officials randomly, many middle and lower-level officials are also restless. They not only like to dictate how they govern the country, but also do not hesitate to attack some important ministers who have certain problems.

Zhu Youtang knew that he must be attacking the minister he relied on, but when he saw that the target was pointed at Wan An, the chief minister of the cabinet, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Wan An is now the benchmark figure of the Emperor Protector Faction. Once he really falls, although it cannot change the current situation of the court, it will damage the morale of the Emperor Protector Party to a certain extent.

It's just that even if he is a high-ranking emperor, if the other party comes up with real evidence, he will not be able to protect Wan An, and he will even have to get rid of Wan An himself.

Zhu Youtang didn't know whether this little official from the Ministry of Industry was a direct minister who sacrificed his life for righteousness, or was a knife of a certain force, so he carefully read the memorial called "Begging and Punishing Evil and Evil".

After reading the content of this memorial, even if the emperor's face collapsed, his face could not help but become solemn at this moment.