Domineering Daming

Cao Bianjiao's expression moved slightly, logically speaking, he shouldn't be asked about this matter, but the commander-in-chief's mansion. Immediately after he realized something, he said: "Reply to him, and I will tell the commander-in-chief's mansion."

"Yes." Su Yinyin responded, and left in a businesslike manner.

Cao Bianjiao watched it for a while, then returned to the command post with He Xilian, he had too many things to do, he had to finish it as soon as possible, and then returned to Beijing to report.

While Cao Bianjiao was busy finishing the work, King Jing also made a big move in Jiangxi, which made Bi Ziyan and other cabinet leaders extremely troublesome.

King Jing commanded Jiangxi Province, and the governors at the two levels of the government conducted a dragnet-style investigation. In just a few days, all kinds of corruption, dereliction of duty, manipulation of power, even selling officials and nobles, disregarding human lives, etc., as many as 300 people !

The gentry, big households, and merchants implicated in this amounted to nearly a thousand. All of them were registered and registered.

These rosters are all copied to Beijing for the cabinet to make a decision.

There were more than 1000 people at once, and they were all people who were shaking their feet and shaking their feet three times. Not to mention King Jing in the local area, even Bi Ziyan, Sun Chuanting and others in the cabinet were all headaches.

"This Prince Jing!" Bi Ziyan slammed down the notebook with an angry expression on his face.

Bi Ziyan was really angry. When Prince Jing left, Bi Ziyan thought he would know how to measure and make a big impact with a small one, but he didn't expect that he would cause such a big disturbance, which made the cabinet feel troubled.

Wang Qiaonian and Sun Chuanting took it over and looked at it, both frowning.

This time, Prince Jing has poked a hornet's nest, and now a memorial book has entered Beijing. Wait, the government and the public don't know how big the shock is.

Sun Chuanting looked up at Bi Ziyan and said, "My lord, it's useless to get angry now, let's think about how to deal with it. If the action is too big, the whole place will be shocked, which is not conducive to the stability of the ruling and opposition parties."

Wang Qiaonian said: "Mr. Sun Ge is busy at the commander's mansion, and Mr. Fu went to Shanchuan, and he won't be able to come back for a while. In the case of King Jing, I think it's better to follow the regulations and let the prison secretary intervene. The Dali Temple has passed the trial to minimize the impact, if the government and the public panic and the people are uneasy, the entire Ming Dynasty may be in turmoil..."

Bi Ziyan looked at the two of them, frowned, and asked after a while, "What's the matter with the Governor's Council?"

Sun Chuanting said: "We are contacting the Governor's Yuan in various places to collect evidence. It seems that they want to make a big move."

Bi Ziyan frowned even tighter, and said, "When will Prince Jing return to Beijing?"

Sun Chuanting said: "It was not mentioned in the letter, but it is estimated that it will take more than half a month."

Bi Ziyan was silent for a moment, then said: "Press first, I'll go up to the third floor." Then, he took the playbook, got up and walked to the third floor.

Sun Chuanting and Wang Qiaonian suddenly realized that it seemed that Prince Jing was doing this, but the key was still in Qianqing Palace.

Wang Qiaonian looked at Sun Tao and said, "Bai Gu, do you think this is what the emperor meant?"

According to the usual inference, this must be Zhu Xu's masterpiece, but Sun Chuanting doesn't think it looks like it.

Sun Chuanting shook his head and said: "Old Bi Ge will know when he comes back later, let's do something first, this matter, the emperor has a headache."

Wang Qiaonian thought for a while, then stood up.No matter how Jiangxi develops, their Dali Temple is an important participant in this matter. He doesn't know how many troubles will come later, so he has to make arrangements in advance.

Bi Ziyan went up to the third floor and handed the playbook to Zhu Xu with a solemn expression.

Zhu Xu had already received Prince Jing's secret letter before, and he read it through pretendingly, and said, "What do you think, Elder Bi Ge?"

Bi Ziyan said: "Your Majesty, Prince Jing's methods are too drastic. I'm afraid it will cause fear and unrest in Jiangxi, and there will be shocks in various places. I worry that it will backfire."

Zhu Xu picked up the teacup and didn't speak immediately.

What he wants to solve are some deep-rooted matters that will affect Ming Dynasty for hundreds of years and the future of the country for hundreds of years. It is not enough to kill a few people, but hundreds of people. After all, killing is only a means, and solving problems is the goal. More problems come because of the means.

Prince Jing made such a big move this time, there were some reasons for his wrong intentions, as well as his own selfishness.

However, since the matter has started, there is absolutely no reason to hold back. Zhu Xu did not go around in circles, and said directly: "First of all, this matter must be characterized, that is, the officials are corrupt and accept bribes, know the law and break the law, and those gentry are acting illegally, bribery for personal gain, It has nothing to do with the 'New Deal' at all, can Mr. Bi Ge understand this?"

Bi Ziyan thought for a while, and immediately understood.Putting aside the relationship with the "New Deal", other places will not be too excited about this incident, and the government and the opposition will be more accepting of this panic and anxiety to a minimum.

"The second point is that the procedure must be legal, open, and fair, so that people can't find reasons and can't get a handle. Since rules must be established, they must not be broken. My Ming Dynasty must be upright, not only to block the mouths of today's people, We want future generations to have nothing to say, to follow rules and rules..." Zhu Xu said.

Bi Ziyan understood that the reason why the Ming Dynasty has been in decline until now is that there is no "rule". Since they want to reshape, they must first act upright and sit upright.

"Thirdly, the authority of the cabinet must be further established, and the control of the local government must be further strengthened. Anti-corruption, anti-laziness, and anti-malfeasance must be put in the first place. The foundation of the 'New Deal' must be laid firmly. Officials do things..."

The Ming Dynasty has always been generous to the scholars, which is one of the reasons why the Ming Dynasty's official administration collapsed.

"Fourth point, the matter of King Jing must be affirmed and must be widely publicized. The governors of all regions must stand up immediately and declare war on corruption. This is a campaign that requires the participation of everyone in the country. The Governor’s Council, the Cabinet, and the Anti-Corruption Bureau must be divided into multiple channels, and they will not tolerate corruption, and they must show the harshness of my reign as the Taizu..."

Bi Ziyan frowned as he listened, but he still didn't speak in the end.

By this time, his grace towards those stupid officials had also been exhausted, and he was ready to seriously purge them.

Soon, the cabinet decree fell to Jiangxi.

In Jiangxi's King Jing and Jiangxi governor Fan Yiheng, after receiving the edict, a murderous aura quickly spread in Jiangxi.

Chapter 1162

Jiangxi, Nanchang Mansion, the most famous Zhuangyuan building.

I don't know how many literati and poets have been here, leaving countless poems, and it has become a holy place for literati.

This kind of holy place is naturally not accessible to ordinary people, it is either rich or expensive.

In a box, the table is full of Jiangxi specialties, including fish and meat, and the aroma of wine is overflowing.

Seven or eight of them are basically obese middle-aged and elderly people gathered in a circle. These people are gorgeously dressed, their stomachs are full of fat, and their foreheads are all greasy. One person reached out and grabbed the tender chicken in his hand, biting the chicken leg, and said vaguely: " Isn’t it just arresting a few officials, what can we do, don’t we see few officials?”

"Yeah, no matter where he is from, we always have a way to become ours. If he is not ours, he can't do anything!"

"What can we do when Prince Jing is here? It's up to us! Although we can't control who becomes an official, we can guarantee that whoever can't become an official!"

"I heard that Prince Jing made a roster to catch all the officials in Jiangxi. Hmph, I really don't know what to do!"

"What would they do without us, would they be taxed? Would anyone do anything for them? Would they have any money?"

A group of people were eating and drinking, sneering again and again.

In the current place, except for the imperial government appropriation at the provincial level, the prefectures and counties are basically poor, relying on the local gentry to live. If these gentry are a little bit embarrassed, these officials will be very uncomfortable.

Historically, whether it was the civil unrest in Shaanxi, or the entry of the Manchus into the customs, it was because the local prefectures and counties had already run out of fuel and had no resistance at all.

Therefore, these gentry have enough self-confidence, no matter who will be an official, they can make them obey their orders honestly, otherwise they will not be able to continue!

On the other side, on top of a brothel by the river, laughter, zither and pipa, and melodious sounds sparkled and flashed endlessly on the water.

A group of officials were embracing the scantily clad girl, singing loudly and chanting poems in opposition.

Although the imperial court revoked the humble status, it could not let the business of brothels disappear, on the contrary, it encouraged its development. There were many little Qinhuai in various parts of the Ming Dynasty.

"Master Zhou, how are you doing today?" A little old man with a mustache looked at the middle-aged man in the middle and said with a smile.

The middle-aged man glanced at the two sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls in his arms, who were so tender that they were about to drip water, and smiled happily: "Okay, okay, very good..."