Domineering Daming

Fu Changzong glanced at Zhu Youjian with a calm expression.

This is the way he came up with. The reform of local government affairs by the imperial court has not yet been completed, the south is not peaceful, and there is another Shaanxi that has not dared to move lightly. The imperial court made up for some shortfalls and made some explorations at the same time.

Sun Chengzong, Sun Chuanting and the others didn't open their mouths. They had a sense of proportion. As generals, they couldn't meddle in government affairs at will.

Prince Jing's words continued: "I am a big Ming grain tax, and the harvest is one bucket per mu, which is already too heavy. Especially for Zhongtian and Xiatian, they often work hard for a year, and the family barely feeds. This is not a disaster. All kinds of corvee, I think. Taxes should be differentiated..."

"The disaster in the Northwest has worsened, the imperial court is overwhelmed, and the household department's food and silver are often exhausted in the middle of the year. Given time, it will inevitably lead to catastrophe..."

"The minister negotiated with Fu Shangshu of the household department. Every summer grain and autumn grain, the imperial court will buy it at [-]% higher than the market price to fill the national treasury. Officials at all levels will no longer distribute grain. The household department will open an account in Huitong Commercial Bank. Specially pay salaries for officials..."

Zhu Youjian's face sank again and again, and his eyebrows were gloomy. He could vaguely hear from King Jing's words that the court or the emperor seemed to intend to collect taxes from the rich to subsidize the farmers. Some understand.

Zhu Xu is trying to curb land mergers and distribute the benefits to farmers!

He is not opposed to reducing taxes for farmers, nor is he opposed to an appropriate increase in business taxes, but if taxes are forcibly collected from wealthy households, this is digging the foundation of the Ming Dynasty, and he will never agree to it!

Although Prince Jing said it simply, his mouth was dry, and it took him a while.

Standing there, Zhu Youjian knew very well that this was for him to hear. When King Jing's words fell, he suppressed the anxiety in his heart and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, I think it's prudent to restore the Taizu's law. After all, After more than a hundred years, time has passed and circumstances have changed, I still hope that it will be handed over to Wenzhao Pavilion for careful consideration."

Chapter 423 Yuan Chonghuan is Dead

Zhu Xu naturally knew what Zhu Youjian was thinking, and this matter was also a temptation for him.

Pretentiously thinking for a while, he raised his head and said to Zhu Youjian: "Well, this matter should be handled by Wen Zhaoge, brother emperor, you can handle it."

Zhu Youjian felt relieved, and said, "Observe the order."

Zhu Xu smiled, tapped his fingers on the table, glanced at King Jing and Fu Changzong, and suddenly said to Zhu Youjian: "Brother Emperor, my Ming Dynasty has a vast territory, only fifteen provinces, it is too difficult to manage, I plan to transfer some What do you think of the splitting of large provinces?"

This matter has been brewing in Zhu Xu's heart for a long time. Not to mention other places, Shaanxi alone is bigger than the three provinces of Jiangsu, Anhui, and Zhejiang in later generations combined. Not to mention management, disaster relief alone makes the court quite difficult.

Zhu Youjian didn't think about this, but after thinking about it for a while, he said, "I think it's okay. After returning, Wen Zhao Pavilion will discuss with the Six Ministries and the Governor's Council, and then report it to the emperor."

Zhu Xu nodded and said, "Well, we must hurry up on this matter."

Zhu Youjian was concerned about Zhu Xu's plan to collect taxes from the wealthy households. Hearing Zhu Xu's words, he raised his hand and said, "Yes, I will resign."

But just after he finished speaking, he was terrified!

If Daming had a few more provinces, not to mention how many more officials, just talking about the governors and governors of each province would be enough to make people fight over their heads, not to mention that he, the prime minister who has always been weak and wants to expand his power!

He raised his head and took a deep look at Zhu Xu, and while he was smiling and nodding, he turned and left Wenzhao Pavilion with anxiety.

At the same time, in front of the Meridian Gate, Yuan Chonghuan, Wang Wensheng and others were pushed to the ground, and on both sides there were officials from the Ministry of Punishment, waving thick sticks, and slammed the five people's buttocks.

The five people were biting the cloth in their mouths, their veins were throbbing, and their heads were covered with cold sweat. Every stick made them tremble. Their buttocks were already stained red with blood. The prison officials counted the sticks silently, expressionless. number.

The surrounding area has already been surrounded by spectators, all of whom are talking about each other.

"Isn't this Mr. Yuan? Why was he beaten?"

"You don't know yet, do you? Jianu bypassed Liaodong and broke into the Great Wall. He abandoned the city and fled!"

"Oh, then we should fight, who are those people?"

"Hey, they are said to be under Zhang Guogong's command. They defied the military order and led the troops to fight the Jiannu people!"

"This... how can I be beaten, dare to fight with Jiannu, isn't that a tough man?"

"It's all disobedience, why don't you fight?"

"..."

"Let me tell you, the few people who took the initiative to fight should fight more. If they ran out when defending the city, think about the consequences..."

"Hush... You don't know yet, do you? That one, the one next to Master Yuan, is a clan relative, I heard that he is also the emperor's cousin..."

"Really or not, all of them?"

"Here, there is a notice over there, and the crimes are clearly written. If you can't survive the eighty army sticks, you will be killed with the stick. If you survive, you will be dismissed from all military posts..."

"This... is a bit heavy..."

"It's still heavy, because of them, I don't know how many people died, they deserve it!"

The onlookers were all watching the fun, and none of them really sympathized with anyone, so they almost took a handful of melon seeds while watching and nibbling.

I don't know how long it took, the prison officer looked at the notebook in his hand, holding a brush and didn't know what was recorded, and suddenly coughed.

The few who beat Wang Wensheng and others understood, they still held up the stick high, and it was the same thing if they beat them down, but the strength had been greatly reduced.

Wang Wensheng, who had been beaten more than 50 times, twitched the corner of his mouth and groaned a few times with his eyes red. He didn't know whether it was from excitement or pain.

Cai Xiao also came to his senses, his heart was secretly relieved, and finally he didn't have to die.

The same is true for Peng Mingyang and Wang Canghai, the burning pain on their buttocks has also eased a lot, but the cold sweat on their heads still can't stop.

Compared with them, Yuan Chonghuan was not so lucky. He hit him firmly with every stick. His eyes were wide open, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the muscles on his face twitched and stiffened.

When he was less than seventy sticks, he lay there face to face, motionless.

The executioner took a look, raised his stick, and bent down to try Yuan Chonghuan's breath.

"Continue to execute the sentence." The prison officer said expressionlessly.

The two officials quickly straightened up and continued to fight.

"This... is really killing me..."

"It deserves it, the fugitive deserves to be killed!"

"Yes, keep fighting, don't stop!"

"If he hadn't escaped, he wouldn't have killed so many people. Good job!"

Some of the onlookers sympathized with others, but they were all spectators after all.

Seeing that Yuan Chonghuan was unconscious, Wang Wensheng was hit a few times, blinked, and lay there motionless.

The corner of Cai Xiao's mouth twitched, he braced his neck a few times, groaned a few times, and fell into a coma.

Peng Mingyang and Wang Canghai were not stupid, and they couldn't hold on one after another, and they all "passed out".

After the eighty sticks were beaten, the execution officer checked the breath of several people, and said to the prison officer: "My lord, Yuan Chonghuan has lost his breath, and the others are still alive."

There was a light in the prison officer's eyes, and he still said expressionlessly: "Well, after the execution is over, let your family members take it back."