Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Chaotang was actually vomiting blood and fell down.

This matter must be in the annals of history, whether it is unofficial history or official history, the previous scene will be translated into a story.

But today's Dachaohui is also destined to leave a mark in the annals of history.

What will be left?

The officials were worried, and the emperor's attitude made them confused.

But the dissatisfaction of the gentry and the people is a fact!

Yang Rong felt that it was necessary to remind the emperor, "Your Majesty, this year, the cement road connecting the north and the south has to continue to be invested. The minister remembered the reports of local officials, saying that the people along the way were curious and would take advantage of the people who were not paying attention to the road. Go and step on a few feet."

He smiled and said, "When the cement is not dry, it is a pit!"

"Yes! A section of cement was paved next to the city gate before, and a cow rushed in. When he was driven out, that section of the cement floor could not be seen, it was all footprints."

"This cement is also a novelty! I don't look at it when mixing it, but after it's sticky and firm, hey! Even if you pull ten bullock carts to hold it down, it's okay."

The topic was turned off in an instant.

But here are the thoughtful people. In the presence of the emperor, who would discuss the magic of cement with dementia?

This is just to turn the topic over, so that the emperor will stop messing with the party.

Whether in the Han and Tang Dynasties or in the former Song Dynasty, the tragic partisan struggles make people feel lingering.

But look at the officials with blinking eyes, you will know that they don't care about the tragedy at all, they care about the benefits.

The DPRK has never seen the sign of a party, which is a good thing for the emperor, he can easily control the court.

The formation of a party is the beginning of the confrontation between the monarch and the minister.

Perhaps at the beginning, the emperor would encourage or even manipulate the party and confrontation between his officials, and he would provoke and use his strength in the middle.

These so-called ‘Ming Jun’s have used a lot of such methods, but in the end they are burying big hidden dangers for their children and grandchildren.

What those officials borrowed this time was the emperor's cleanup.

They even borrowed the words ‘the law does not blame the public’ and the ‘throwing of rats’.

Yang Rong knew this well, so he interrupted those people's digressions and said, "Your Majesty, the North and South Road should be watched by the Ministry of Engineering, otherwise the people who are ignorant just step on the ground. ..."

He lowered his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I would rather fix it slowly..."

"I understand Xueshi Yang's painstaking efforts."

Zhu Zhanji nodded in appreciation.

Yang Rong's remarks were telling Zhu Zhanji: The people are like water, and the emperor is like a boat. And those officials forming a party can't use thunder means to strike, otherwise you, the emperor, will betray your relatives.

The eyes below flickered, and the morning light swayed coldly in front of the Fengtian Hall, reflecting on the officials.

Zhu Zhanji suddenly felt that these courtiers turned out to be like Shi Wengzhong.

Shi Wengzhong, also known as the life of a stone statue, has many such things in front of the emperor's tombs, probably because he wants to continue the bond between the monarchs and the ministers in the ground after his death.

But I am not dead yet!

Zhu Zhanji lowered his eyes slightly and eased his cold body.

"I'm not dead yet."

The emperor's voice was like the morning sun at this moment, coming in a cold and cold voice.

"I am not dead yet, I am still looking at the court and the world."

The emperor seemed to have made up his mind, which also delayed the time of the great court meeting.

Those officials who secretly formed a party were frustrated, their eyes flew in front of Fengtian Temple, and gradually became more panic.

Yang Rong feels that the emperor is really anxious. If he directly uses the party to attack him today, the officials will be in a state of enthusiasm tomorrow, and everyone will be at risk.

Whether it is forming a party or forming a gang, these things have been inevitable throughout the ages. Do you Zhu Zhanji think you are Emperor Qin and Hanwu? Actually wanted to eliminate these things during the Xuande period.

What the emperor wants to control is only a degree. As long as the scale of those people forming a party is not large, and it is not for the purpose of contending with the emperor, then there is nothing wrong with keeping one's eyes closed.

Zhu Zhanji felt this emotion and felt like resentment.

So he smiled, "What do you think?"

With the continuation of the emperor's career, Zhu Zhanji used the phrase "what do you think?" Zhu Zhanji used it more smoothly and understood more deeply.

Ask questions first, and then ask the officials to express their views. As an emperor, you can watch them and write them down one by one.

This is a good trick for the Observation Team, and it is also a necessary remedy for beating the ministers.

"Your Majesty is wise."

Fang Xing felt that those who wanted to form a party were just a bunch of idiots.

At present, there are no important ministers or forces in the DPRK that can threaten Zhu Zhanji's rights.

The big Han generals stood proudly on the side, still not slacking off.

General Dahan is like a human being, a guard of honor.

But at this moment, all the officials firmly believed that this honor guard could transform into a brave soldier at any time and drag himself down.

This is the deterrence of the monarchy.

If you lose this, then you are not the ruler or the courtier.

Fang Xing was looking at the civilian officials. He felt that when Zhu Zhanji gave an order to do something, someone would definitely come out to speak good things for those people.

Madan! Is it more skinny? See who is great.

Although Fang Xing didn't like quoting scriptures, no, he couldn't quote scriptures, but his ridicule was daunting. The previous person vomited blood, although he was a little suspected of being fraud, he could still see Fang Xing's demeanor of the poisonous snake.

Yang Rong lowered his head slightly, he felt that he could not be kind today.

And now is the time to stand in line.

Is it to stand on the side of the emperor and pull out those officials who are suspected of being a party, or stand on the side of his colleagues, and everyone together suppress the emperor who is becoming more and more mean.

Yang Rong just thought for a moment, sighed in his heart, and whispered: "Don't slow down for those people!"

Yang Shiqi behind him was taken aback, and then said: "Don't slow down for those people!"

At the back, Jin Youzi didn't send any further words, but whispered: "This is a battle between monarchs and ministers. I am waiting for the bachelor of auxiliary politics. There is no need to mention which side I should stand on."

For such important events as party formation, if the bachelor of secondary government stood in the wrong place, even if the emperor did not pursue it, he would have no face to enter the Nuan Pavilion again.

Huang Huai sighed in his heart, but also nodded slightly, expressing his approval.

Only Yang Pu didn't hear him, he didn't hear Yang Rong's message or Jin Youzi's complaint.

He was looking at it, watching the emperor staring blankly at the void in the distance.

It's time to do it!

He couldn't help feeling tight when he saw Zhu Zhanji slowly lower his head and looked down at the officials.

What he didn't see was that an official recorded the emperor's previous words ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and was revising word by word, so there must be no mistakes.

The corners of Zhu Zhanji's mouth suddenly curled up slightly, looking at some sarcasm.

"Hubei."

Xia Yuanji came out of work with some difficulty, and answered after a dry cough.

Zhu Zhanji asked calmly: "Are the granaries in the north and south full?"

Xia Yuanji didn’t know the meaning of the emperor’s question, and subconsciously replied: "Yes, your majesty, the granaries in the north and south are mostly full. The minister suggested building more granaries last time. I don’t know what the Ministry of Engineering is doing. There is also the minister’s suggestion. During the slack period, the Ministry of Industry and local government offices can do more projects and use grain to pay for their wages. Somehow they will consume some storage and, by the way, let the people have more living money."

"Xia Qing really is the one who does things."

The emperor’s evaluation was very high, and when the conversation turned, he said: “This matter is to be investigated by the North and South Ministry of Industry to find out which projects are indispensable, and arrange them according to the urgency.”

The Ministry of Industry Shangshu should be out of class.

At this moment, a ray of sunlight jumped out from above the house in front, and fell on the roof of Fengtian Hall, magnificent and magnificent.

Zhu Zhanji said: "Too much food is a good thing, and it's not a good thing either."

He actually got up and walked over. This is rare in the history of the Great Court, and even Zhu Di would not do it.

He looked at the officials with his hand held down, and the morning light passing by above his head was faintly radiant.

"If there is too much food, it will rot. Who knows that Chinese food on a plate is hard work. This is the teaching of the Emperor Wen during my enlightenment, so this problem should be solved."

Sell ​​it, the official seller!

This is the voice of most of the courtiers, so that the court can have more money.

Xia Yuanji shook his head disapprovingly. He felt that it was not a disaster year and the price of grain was not high. Official sales would only suppress grain prices and disappoint farmers who wanted to exchange some grain for money.

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