Big Ming: Stop Blue Jade from courting death at the beginning of the game
19 Old Master, raise your butcher knife!

Tianyi Jun

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Palace of Heavenly Purity.

Zhu Xiongying saw the old man and walked up to his knees with a smile.

Zhu Yuanzhang patted his knees and said,""Why didn't you bring your fourth uncle's child back when you passed by Yan Land this time?”

Hearing this, Zhu Xiong Ying paused and hesitated for a moment before answering,"That little fatty has been spoiled by Grandpa.”

"Fourth Aunt has not seen Little Fatty for many years. Grandson does not have an imperial edict, so how can I bring him back?”

Zhu Xiongying felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of the chubby boy.

He quite liked this little fatty, but this kid was worthy of being Emperor Renzong. He had been black-bellied since he was young and had killed people without them noticing.

Of course, this might have been formed after being with the old man for a long time.

Zhu Gaochi had lived in Yingtian Imperial Palace since he was young, and he was also one of the sons of the princes that Zhu Yuanzhang doted on very much.

"Forget it, let's wait until he's older." Zhu Yuanzhang smiled lightly. He was very assured that his sons would be guarding the various places.

The Zhu Dynasty had been established for less than 30 years. Not to mention the north, even the foundation of the south was very weak. It was completely suppressed by the army.

There were also rebellions everywhere.

It was normal for the old master to feel uneasy about handing over the army to outsiders.

"What did Feng Sheng say?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked.”

"Everything has been settled. Gong Zheng of the Song Kingdom is selecting elite soldiers for my grandson. According to the plan, we will set sail in seven days.”Zhu Xiongying said in a slightly heavy tone.

It was getting closer and closer to the end of the year. Now that he had to set off to sea, he did not know when he would be able to return.

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed and said with a reluctant expression,""Child, can't you wait a little longer? He would wait until the next spring, when the flowers bloomed and everything recovered, before going out to sea!”

"Grandfather, the longer this matter drags on, the more time will be wasted. Even if I bring back the things that grandson mentioned, it will still take several generations of cultivation before I can truly produce hundreds of stones per mu.”

"A few days ago, when I passed by the Imperial Astronomical Supervisor, the officials told me that the weather was getting colder and colder, and that the glacier had formed!”

"The Ming Dynasty was built on the ruins of the late Yuan Dynasty. There are still many places that have no people to farm. The migration of the Shanxi locust tree is also obstructed.”

"As the heir to the throne, how can I seek benefits and avoid harm? Moreover, I heard that in the next two to three hundred years, the weather will become colder and colder.”

"The earth has no harvest, starving people are everywhere, the uprising is endless, and there are internal and external troubles.”

Zhu Xiong Ying said confidently.

The Great Ming Dynasty was truly built on ruins. The Central Plains had long been in a predicament where there was no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, starting from Hongwu until the end of Yongle.

The Ming court had forced people to migrate 18 times in Shanxi's Great Locust Tree, with a total population of more than three million.

Just think about it, when the Ming Dynasty established the country and completed the basic requirements for the unification of China, there were 6.7 million people in Shanxi.

Under the tyranny of the Yuan Dynasty, most of the people in the Yellow River basin and the Central Plains fled and hid in Shanxi.

Xu Da's Northern Expedition, a thousand miles of fertile land, no one to start over. Within a hundred miles, weeds grew taller than people. This was what Zhu Xiong Ying had seen in Xu Da's memorial back then.

There were many things that he did not see.

The reason for this was naturally because the Yuan Dynasty's Mongol aristocrats kept their horses on land instead of farming. As such, they killed wave after wave of commoners.

After killing them, they would use their blood to irrigate the soil. The water and grass would be fertile, and the cattle and sheep would be happy.

And what awaited Great Ming was far from being as simple as rebuilding a home on the ruins. The Little Ice Age had run through the entire Great Ming Dynasty from the beginning to the end.

If he didn't take action as soon as possible, Da Ming would never have the chance to jump out of this strange circle.

"What did you say?" Zhu Yuanzhang stared at Zhu Xiongying.

The empire that he had fought so hard to build had become a synonym for the land to be barren, the land to be filled with starving people, the uprising to rise, and the internal and external troubles in his grandson's words?

Zhu Xiong Ying said firmly,"Imperial Grandfather, Wan Fang is guilty. Wan Fang is guilty, but I still have to say this. For thousands of years, there has never been an unchanging ancestral system!"”

"No matter how well the imperial teachings are written, it will only become a piece of waste paper. There were only things that were suitable for the present situation, not for generations to come.”

"Grandson hopes that Imperial Grandfather can consider increasing the proportion of business tax and reducing the land and labor tax!”

"In addition, there are many chieftains in the southwest. We can't kill them, but we can't let them go. We have to increase our efforts to change the land and return it to the flow. We have to try to solve the chieftain problem within a hundred years!”

The reform of the land was definitely a huge project. It started from Zhu Yuanzhang and lasted for more than 300 years.

Only then could the chieftains in the southwest be completely wiped out.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly, but he hesitated and said,"Increase the business tax?"

"What's the point of paying 30% of the tax? In my opinion, 10% of the tax is light.”

"When money stands up to speak, truth must be silent, and when power stands up to speak, money must retreat.”

"There are many wealthy merchants in Jiangnan, and the Imperial Court will spend more and more money. I believe that only by collecting a large number of merchant taxes and reducing or even eliminating the population tax and land tax can the Great Ming Dynasty be guaranteed for thousands of generations.”

Zhu Xiong Ying was prepared to let Old Zhu have a good time after he left. There were many things that he, the imperial grandson, would do.

On the other hand, Old Zhu would just kill all those who didn't listen.

He was the founding emperor, and Zhu Xiongying could only be the successor.

Zhu Yuanzhang said doubtfully,"Merchant, you are just a commoner!"”

Zhu Xiong Ying patted his head and said," Imperial Grandfather, it's precisely because they're commoners that we should increase the intensity of the tax collection. Although there are many commoners, they can't fill their stomachs. Although the wealthy merchants are cheap, they're filthy rich."”

"Other than that, your grandson has one last plan, and it's for Imperial Grandfather!”Zhu Xiong Ying saw that it was getting late and quickly said.

"Speak!" Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand.

"The country has a system for collecting the land. The land will be returned to the imperial estate or the Ministry of Revenue. The imperial court will hire tenants from all over the country.”

"Put an end to all land transactions and distribute the land according to the number of people. The imperial court or the imperial estate will collect 20% of the land's production, and the rest will go to the farmers!”

"Land annexation is the root of all dynasties! Royal grandfather, please reconsider!"

"Grandpa, I'll be leaving first. Father is waiting for me to go back for dinner!" Zhu Xiong Ying stood up.”

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