I'm really not the carpenter emperor

In addition, the local generals had long regarded the officers and soldiers of the guards as their own private serfs, forcing them to clean the gardens, plant the fields and water the flowers for the dignitaries in the court and China.

The monthly rations that the officers and soldiers of the guards should take were constantly withheld. How much was deducted depended entirely on the mood of the generals of the guards.

Under such circumstances, the officers and soldiers of the guard station could not maintain a normal life at all, not to mention the upgrading of weapons and equipment and daily training. This is simply a fantasy.

From this point of view, it is normal for the guard army to fall apart under the attack of the Yongwei Battalion.

Due to the hereditary custom of the military households of the guards since the early Ming Dynasty, the military households of the guards suffered from these inhuman oppressions, but they could not leave their military status and lived a life with no end in sight.

Although the imperial court has been reducing the military tax, the fleeing situation of officers and soldiers in the guards is still increasing. Up to now, the actual number of soldiers in many guards is even less than [-]% of the army list.

This is not alarmist talk, but the iron-like fact of Ming Dynasty under Zhu Youxiao's rule!

The supervisory department found out that in the guard army, the difficulty of paying money was not limited to the military farm tax collected by the court, and the miscellaneous taxes arranged by the guards were all kinds of miscellaneous.

In order to support the servants, the generals also tried their best to use cheap labor like the guards.

For example, internal and external officials repair mansions and garden flowers and fruits, and the generals of the guards often send guards to help them, which can not only communicate with people, but also make profits.

Using the imperial guards is a very profitable business for him.

There are a large number of guards, so they go out to help, and the price is much lower than that of the market, and they often don't get paid.

Even if they go through untold hardships to get their wages, they will often be deducted by the generals of the guards under various names. In the end, they will mostly do useless work and become private slaves who come and go.

It can be said that the imperial court's new policy for the Weisuo in Shaanxi is based on the hearts of the people.

In fact, Zhu Youxiao had already considered that a large number of military households and officers in the guard would leave because of this, but now that the hereditary system has been abolished, it would not be difficult to raise the salaries of officers and soldiers and recruit them back by popular support.

Even if the hereditary guards are not abolished, and the army of "millions" of guards is forcibly retained, it is actually just a burden and useless to Zhu Youxiao.

It is obviously impossible to ask a group of "serfs" who can't even eat enough and have no training to garrison the city and suppress the rebellion.

……

There has never been such a scene in the Ming Dynasty:

Numerous military households in the guards, wearing torn clothes, crowded in front of the gates of the Yousi Yamen who supervised the New Deal, shouting to withdraw from the guards.

For the imperial court to introduce such a policy, in the eyes of the military households and officers and soldiers of the guard, it was like the sun came out from the west.

The chance is probably only this time, if you don't quit quickly, you won't be in a hurry!

It is very normal for the military households in the guard to have such an enthusiastic performance.

"Take your time, one by one."

A clerk from the experience department sat in front of the department's yamen, looking at the military households sent to the corner of the street in front of him, secretly swallowed.

He was very reluctant to do this kind of drudgery in his heart, but he glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw a few Dongchang fans standing in front of the manager's gate, so he hurriedly continued to work.

The front man's eyes are very treacherous, and the clerk just glanced at it, and he noticed it, so he stepped forward and patted the clerk on the shoulder.

"What, are you tired?"

The civil servants feared that the factory guards were like tigers, and the other party held the power of life and death, so they didn't dare to neglect at all, so they forced a smile and said, "Where is this!"

"I had enough food in the morning, and I'm still full of energy now!"

"That's good!" The leader snorted in satisfaction, then turned his head and shouted at the military households: "Next, Li Erniu from Xunyang?"

After shouting, he muttered.

"What kind of weird name..."

The noisy voices of the surrounding military households were too loud, and even the military officials who were close at hand did not listen to the muttering.

Li Erniu is an old man in his fifties with white hair and beard, and his jaw almost dropped in front of him.

"You, are you also a military household?"

Li Erniu nodded bitterly, and said: "My mother-in-law died ten years ago, and my son starved to death in Xunyangwei two years ago. I am the only one left in the family."

Hearing this, the boss understood roughly, and his voice was slightly separated, and he said to the clerk next to him: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you cross out his name quickly?"

The clerk trembled all over, and quickly crossed out Li Erniu's name. Another clerk beside him had already opened the file and waited.

"Your family has been in Xunyangwei for 12 years, and you owe [-] stones of monthly grain, [-] catties of salt, [-] liters of beans, and [-] catties of fodder. Do you take things or exchange them for silver taels?"

The old man smiled, "I'm the only one left in my family. With so many things, how can I carry them when I get home? Let's change them for silver!"

The clerk nodded and said:

"Well, plus the arrears accumulated over more than ten years, the total is 12 taels of silver, and 12 taels of cash will be issued. Take it, these three coins are the travel expenses given to you by the imperial court."

The old man took the silver in his hand, and when he held it, he still couldn't believe it.

"This, these are really given to me?"

"Can I really go home?"

"You won't lie to me, and then grab it back!"

Hearing this, the clerk shook his head, not knowing what to say, Dongchang's head felt a little sour, and he stepped forward to comfort him:

"Old man, your family deserves this silver. It was sent by the court late. This is your silver. Take it home..."

The old man held these silver taels tightly. In his opinion, these silver taels were not just obtained by his family serving as soldiers for the imperial court for 12 years.

His Li family, from the beginning of the Ming Dynasty to the present, seven years from the apocalypse, more than 200 years, finally broke away from the status of serfs in the guard for generations and became a free man.

However, he has no successors...

Li Erniu walked to the corner of the street and couldn't help kneeling on the ground, sobbing to keep himself from making a sound, and the silver on his body was quickly coveted by some green skins.

Several Qingpis gathered around, and the leader laughed grimly: "Old guy, hand over the money!"

"You have no luck with so much money! Why don't you give it to the old men and let the old men have fun! The so-called predecessors plant trees and future generations enjoy the shade!"

"Hey hey hey-"

"What are you going to do? In broad daylight, do you want to steal money!" Li Erniu got up and was about to run, but was stopped by the Qingpis.

At this moment, a group of soldiers from the Yongwei Battalion ran over and surrounded the green skins.

The green skins immediately shouted: "Master Jun, please forgive me, we didn't do anything!"

"Yes, is it illegal to talk casually?"

The leader held down one of the bosses, and said in a deep voice, "Take it away, and kill anyone who dares to resist!"

Chapter 852 Everyone is in danger

The Kunning Palace was brightly lit, and the four main concubines, Concubine Liang, Concubine Yu, Concubine Chun, and Concubine Meng, were talking with Queen Zhang Yan.

In recent days, stories about Shaanxi have spread to the palace, causing great disputes in the court. The snowflake-like memorials were rushed to Xi'an, but it is said that Emperor Tianqi didn't even read them.

They all knew the emperor. Once this master made up his mind to do something, he would never return it if he did not do it absolutely.

Even if this matter is wrong, the emperor may correct it, but getting him to admit that he was wrong is simply as difficult as climbing the sky.

At this time, the civil servants are playing, and they are talking about some of the emperor's faults in the Shaanxi New Deal. It is conceivable that it is strange that the emperor is in a good mood.

These days Zhang Yan often went to Long Live Mountain to worship the Buddha and pray for the emperor and Daming. When the news came back to the palace, her mood improved a lot.

What I drink today is not tribute tea, but hot milk tea.

Concubine Meng Utia stood up and saluted Zhang Yan.

"Empress, this is the Uziyet horse milk tea sent by my father, King Fuyu. It is fragrant after heating. It is an indispensable drink on the table of the Uziyet people."

"Oh? I haven't been to the grassland yet, but I want to have a drink. I have been to the grassland."

Zhang Yan couldn't resist the kindness of the first Mongolian imperial concubine of the Ming Dynasty. She took it with a smile and took a small sip, but sure enough, it didn't arouse too much interest, so she put it down with her backhand.

Concubine Yu Tong and Concubine Chun Duan were very pleased with this Uqiyet horse milk tea, quickly finished a bowl, and ordered the palace staff to add another bowl.

The melodious sound of the flute enters the palace through the screen, and the bright lights slant down through the exquisite red gauze, jade pendants and tassels of the palace lanterns, covering the young beauty of the four concubines and queens in the Kunning Palace in a light palace. in color.

Concubine Yu, Tong Jing'er, was the youngest. She was only a maidservant in Xinuange, but because she was favored by the emperor, she gave birth to the emperor's eldest daughter Zhu Shu'e and established her concubine position.

Tong Jing'er's parents have said among relatives and friends more than once that they can have their current status because of the good deeds done by their ancestors and the blessing of future generations.

Among the four main concubines, Tong Jing'er is also the most well-behaved, so she has a good relationship with everyone.

As for the Liang Concubine Wang and the Pure Concubine Duan, they were also the winners of the [-] beautiful women selected across the country in the first year of the Apocalypse, and they were all top-notch in beauty and talent.

After entering the palace, they were kind and friendly, which saved Zhu Youxiao a lot of trouble.

The spring in the harem is relaxed and melodious, but the master of all this, Emperor Zhu Youxiao of Apocalypse, is deeply mired in the quagmire and cannot leave.

……

As soon as the New Deal came out, the people of Shaanxi immediately settled down.

Especially the various guards, after listening to the emperor's edict, they were all discussing in full swing, so there was no reason to listen to the bewitching thoughts of the civil servants of the guards.

Xi'an City, in the private room of a two-story restaurant.

Song Yougeng, the soldier of the army, stood by the window with his hands behind his back. At this moment, in front of his eyes, was a scene of military households in the guard station blocking the street, vying to revoke their guard registration and collect the outstanding payment.

Every military household in the Qianwei station who received the silver was grateful and kowtowed before leaving. Among them, there were many who dragged their families to the gate of the Shaanxi Dusi where the emperor lived to thank the emperor.

All in all, in the current guard, people's hearts are settled, and there will be no troubles anymore.

Fen Shou Dao Wu Ji had a donkey face hooking his nose, and at this moment he was sneering again and again, making his already gloomy face even more gloomy.

"Hmph, I've said it earlier, as long as the emperor gives money and silver to these poor military households, who will follow us!"

"Okay, let's say a few words less!" Bing Beidao Song Yougeng showed extreme impatience in his words, "Who would have thought that the emperor would directly abolish the hereditary system of military households?"

As he spoke, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and he looked slightly sideways:

"But just wait and see. The hereditary system of guards is the livelihood of many people. This new policy is not easy to implement. Even if we are dismissed, sooner or later the guards will still have to be built."

"At that time, we will be invited back to be officials!"

This remark aroused the discussion of many guards.

Sub-road patrol Zhou Ji is only 46 years old this year. He has always been generous and fat, and rarely speaks on such occasions, but now he is restless and his eyes are blurred.

"Haven't the two of you ever thought that the reorganization of the Shaanxi Guard will not bring about disaster for us?"

What he said was also the worry of many guards' officials, and everyone said it one after another.

"Although the emperor has decreed to dismiss the four guards in Shanxi these days, the decree to dismiss officials has not yet arrived. Will it..."

"When you say that, I panic even more!"

"Why panic? Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover!"

"Right now, everyone in the officialdom in Shaanxi is in danger. We are officials in Xi'an Prefecture. If we catch up with this blow, other officials will not be able to do it, and even our lives will be lost..."

Bingbei Dao Song Yougeng had the greatest authority among the people present, and also the one who suffered the most losses after the restructuring. He saw the intention of retreating in the words of the people, and he snorted coldly.

"A bunch of trash!"

"Could it be that you all expect the military generals of the guard to rebel and cause chaos, and don't use your brains to think about how this New Deal cannot be implemented in Shanxi?"

The front of Zhou Ji's clothes kept shaking, and the movements of the people around him were as dull as puppets in his eyes, and he tried his best to maintain a relatively calm expression.

But the uncertainty about the future in his heart, as well as the uneasiness about the corrupt and illegal things he had done, made him even more out of breath.

Zhou Ji's heartbeat continued to speed up, his breathing became faster and deeper, and he couldn't even hear the arguments of the people around him. After a while, he fell forward hard.

"What's wrong with him?" Bing Bei asked Song Yougeng a little puzzled, squatted down to test it, and then took a few steps back in shock, "Dead?"

Wu Ji, the road patrol officer, also stood up quickly, his lips trembling.

"Scared to death?"

This scene also made him quite frightened, "I think we should go our separate ways, before the emperor makes an order, let's go!"

"The matter is already like this, there is no way to undo it, we can only resign ourselves to fate!"

Bingbei Dao Song Yougeng looked at the former colleagues who kept dispersing, with a sneer on his face, he already had a plan in his heart.

"Hmph, these rotten Confucians are now persuading me, saying that they want me not to continue to implement the reform of the guards. They also say that if this continues, all the military households in the guards will run away."

"It's good to run away, so as not to stay in the guard, let them continue to squeeze!"

Shaanxi Dusi, Zhu Youxiao leaned on the case, talking to himself, and after finishing talking, he swept the memorials sent from the capital to Shaanxi on the case to the ground.

"Your Majesty, something happened at the border." Chen Ce walked in and said:

"Shuo Lei, the leader of the Khalkha Khanate, sent a letter of credence, saying that Russia has annexed more than a dozen tribes of the Kirghas in Fergana, and Chen Bing in the Seven Rivers Valley. I don't know what he wants to do."