The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed that it had no intention of stopping. Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the sky worriedly.
Zhu Huai knew what Zhu Yuanzhang was worried about. The torrential rain in the past few days would affect the water level of the Huai River. Once there was a flood, it would be a huge financial expenditure.
Every year, there would be a disaster in the Ming Dynasty. When a disaster occurred, the court would exempt taxes and reduce taxes.
However, the biggest source of the Ming Dynasty's financial tax was the agricultural tax. Coupled with the annexation of land and the evasion of taxes by the gentry, the actual amount of silver collected by the court was very little.
Last time, Zhu Yuanzhang told Zhu Huai that if the imperial court had two hundred thousand taels of silver, the actual amount of silver that the national treasury could allocate was even less!
"Old Master, don't worry. Natural disasters are not something you can decide.”Zhu Huai consoled.
Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Zhu Huai and smiled."You brat, you know what I'm thinking just by raising your head?”
"Is this the so-called telepathy?" Zhu Huai laughed.”
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand helplessly.”
As he spoke, he saw Jiang Meng appear in front of Zhu Yuanzhang like a ghost, holding a stack of memorials.
Zhu Yuanzhang waved at him.”
After he finished speaking, he turned to Zhu Huai and said,"Child, move the memorial to the study room. Let's study it!"”
"Good!"
Zhu Huai was a little excited.
This was the first time he had seen a memorial from the Ming Dynasty. It would be a lie to say that he was not excited.
Zhu Huai carried a stack of memorials to the study and placed them neatly on the table before lighting the oil lamp.
After Zhu Yuanzhang sat down, Zhu Huai moved the armchair and sat down beside him.
Just as he sat down, he got up and poured a pot of tea for Zhu Yuanzhang.
Just as she was about to take a seat, she stood up again and walked over with a plate of fruits.
"Kid, why are you moving like a monkey?" Zhu Yuanzhang said helplessly. Alright, I don't care about these things. Come, learn from me!”
"Oh." Zhu Huai nodded obediently.
The light was a little dim, and Zhu Huai was lying on the table, watching the old man seriously review the memorial.
Zhu Yuanzhang's expression was unpredictable. Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he shook his head and sighed, sometimes he gritted his teeth, and sometimes he smiled.
Just as Zhu Huai was about to fall asleep, Zhu Yuanzhang stretched out his hand and flicked Zhu Huai's forehead."Learn well!"
Zhu Huai stuck out his tongue.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at him and found it funny.”
The older generation was like this. In their eyes, no matter how old their children were or whether they had a family or not, they were still children.
"Take a look at this memorial."
Zhu Yuanzhang picked out a simple letter and showed it to Zhu Huai.
This was sent by the Imperial Censor Wu Bin of the Left Qian Capital of the Imperial Censorate. Wu Bin, the minister of the Ducha Yuan, petitioned the emperor to sympathize with his officials and change the time of the court meeting.
Seeing that Zhu Huai was almost done, Zhu Yuanzhang asked,""How should we deal with it?"
Zhu Huai's eyes widened in confusion.
Last time, Zhu Yuanzhang showed him the famine in Guanzhong and the removal of siltation in Xin 'an River. He could still explain these things clearly.
But he really didn't understand.
He had always thought that the Emperor dealt with state affairs. He really did not expect that such a small matter would require the Emperor's attention.
" This..." Zhu Huai scratched his head." There's no need to let the Emperor see such a small matter, right?"”
Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head.”
"Yeah." Zhu Huai nodded.
Zhu Yuanzhang chuckled." You think this is a small matter because you don't understand the court system of the Ming Dynasty.”
"Every time there is a court meeting, all the officials have to attend the court meeting at the Yin hour. If we don't feel anything in summer and autumn, how can we endure until winter?”
Yinshi, which was around four o'clock in the morning in the future.
"The Imperial Censorate's memorial may seem like a small matter, but it represents the thoughts of all the civil and military officials in the court.”
Zhu Huai finally understood.
After hearing Zhu Yuanzhang's words, Zhu Huai's eyes turned solemn and respectful.
Although he was a transmigrator, and although the system had blessed him with the wisdom of an emperor and historical materials, he was still lacking in the details of governing the country. At the very least, he was still far from it.
He wouldn't hide his illness from the doctor, nor would he deny anything. If he couldn't do it, then he couldn't. He had to dare to admit it.
He pondered for a moment and replied," The morning court session is indeed a little uncomfortable at this time. Can we change the time of the court session according to the season?"”
"No." Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head.
"There must be rules to govern the country. The emperor cannot easily give in on these matters. Since ancient times, scholars often said that rain, dew, thunder, and thunder were all the king's grace. It was fine to change the time of the court meeting, but it must be personally proposed by the emperor. Because if he proposed it, it was a gift to his subjects. Only then would they respect and cherish it.”
He really didn't expect that a memorial at the time of the court meeting could have so many layers of meaning and games behind it.
Zhu Huai was completely convinced.
At the same time, they became even more respectful of this feudal dynasty that valued etiquette and law.
He now understood that wanting to be an emperor was very different from what was described in movies and novels. Only when he had truly stepped into this ancient dynasty did Zhu Huai realize that it was so difficult to defend the country. It was so difficult to be an emperor.
It was raining heavily outside. Inside the house, an old man and a young man were discussing, communicating, pondering, and concluding under the dim light.
It was like the inheritance of life, passed from the old to the young.
It was like the transfer of power from one generation to the next.
……
In the Eastern Palace.
The storm continued.
Zhu Yunwen held her chin and stared blankly out the window. Her eyes were lonely and unwilling.
He knew that the old master had not returned to the palace today.
He also knew that the old master had even brought the memorial to Zhu Huai!
Thinking of this, Zhu Yunwen's eyes gradually became resentful!
In the past, only he had such treatment!
Now, he even needed to use his schemes to meet the old master!
He had clearly won and made the old master pay attention to him again.
Why?
It had only been a few days, but why did the old master's attitude change again?
Zhu Yunwen couldn't understand and didn't know what he did wrong.
"Son, you're not asleep yet? I heard that you didn't have dinner tonight. Come, have some bird's nest soup.”
Lady Lu walked over.
Since the old master was not around, she did not have to suffer and eat those bacon and radishes that she could not bite off every day.
"Are you still thinking about the old master?"
Lady Lu's eyes were filled with anger. She knew that the old master was not in the palace today and had even taken the memorial with him.
"Child, don't think about these things. Drink the soup first and leave the rest to Mother. Mother has a way!”
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