I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

"After all, if the gentry in the world are alienated from the imperial court, then the imperial court will collapse in half. What's more, we have the people behind us as the backing. Didn't the royal family always say that they come from the people and want to make decisions for the people? Now give the people the opportunity to make decisions coming."

"If they don't stand up and make decisions for the common people, but instead kill us people, then the world will be completely chaotic."

Hearing the thin man's analysis, the fat man nodded suddenly, then moved his cold buttocks, and continued to wait.

Time passed slowly, and no one came out of the palace, as if the people inside were unaware of such a big commotion outside the door.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and the meditators and the common people, who asked the king to be the master, continued to repeat the noon actions after eating the meals delivered by some people.

In everyone's mind, the result of what they did was nothing more than two.

The first emperor was angry and killed or drove them all away.

The second emperor compromised and abolished the two policies of compulsory military service and the payment of food by officials and gentry.

No matter which of these two choices, it is good for them. Of course, they are not just the common people holding up the big-character posters, but the gentry sitting in the front and those who give them advice in the back.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening, and just when everyone thought that today's sit-in had no results and would continue tomorrow, there was a sudden rush of footsteps behind them.

Hearing the footsteps, many people looked back subconsciously.

Seeing them, they were instantly happy!

At the end of the street, thousands of people, old and young, walked over quickly.

These meditators thought that these people who came were joining their new force.

Although it's getting dark now, it's a bit late to come, but as the saying goes, it's better to come than never.

But as those people approached, the meditators realized that something was wrong.

These newcomers did not go straight to the palace, but divided into two teams and slowly surrounded them.

By the time these people reacted, the opponent's team had already closed and surrounded them tightly.

"Who are you waiting for!"

A gentry frowned, looking at the old man in tattered clothes and exuding a strange smell.

"I!"

The old man sneered, suddenly lifted a small earthen pot in his hand, and poured it on the gentleman.

"I am your uncle!"

"Brothers, beat me up, these damned bastards, the imperial court gave us a way to survive for military households, and these bastards dare to object. They want our whole family to die. Give me a hard hit."

After the old man finished pouring the urine pot in his hand, he picked up the clay pot and threw it at a gentleman.

The reason why he didn't start was because the higher-ups had told him not to kill anyone, so he could only hit him on the body.

"Yes, kill them. My three brothers, one dead and one disabled, all sacrificed for the country. It will be my turn to be recruited in the spring of next year. If I go to the battlefield again and die, our family will be wiped out."

"Now that the emperor has given me the life of a dog, these guys actually want to oppose it. Since you want to force me to death, then I will kill you first."

In an instant, the two sides fought together. Well, to be precise, it shouldn't be a melee, but one side beat the other.

The later batch were all military households. Although these people were old and young, they were all people with the ability to kill the enemy passed down from their ancestors.

Those who are old, even some have participated in the battle of destroying Yuan, and it can be said that all of them are good fighters.

And those gentry who are sitting in meditation are pampered and pampered on weekdays, let alone fights, they don’t necessarily walk a few times in daily life, when the two sides fight, they can’t even parry a round, they are pushed to the ground and beaten.

As for those scholars and ordinary people, the military households are not polite.

Although the other party's objection has little to do with them, there can't be a beginning to this matter.

If the emperor is forced to compromise, then if someone uses this method again to force the emperor to cancel the policy of returning military households to civilians, wouldn't the hopes they finally sent be shattered?

So no matter what, anyone who dares to oppose these policies issued by the emperor is the enemy of their military households.

And more importantly, it has been explained above that the imperial court will not record this fight, and it will not affect their descendants. As long as no one is killed, let them beat them hard.

The tragic brawl broke out at dusk, and this brawl among the common people was even written heavily in the annals of history.

The policies these people oppose or support will have a great impact on the future and will be recorded in history books.

And more importantly, a big brawl broke out with thousands of people at the gate of the palace.

"I make you object, I make you object, I make you object!"

An old man, riding on the fat gentry who spoke at the beginning, swung his usual tickling tickle, and it was a burst of fierce output at the fat man.

"Oh, my lord, did you make a mistake? We only oppose the payment of food by officials and gentry, and we don't oppose the return of military households to civilians. How crazy are you guys!"

The old man, who was a little tired from smoking, was panting heavily with his hand on the itchy scratcher, and sneered at the fat man with red lines and blue lines on his face: "Ha, don't think that it's easy for me, grandpa, if I haven't studied, you are against it today." This, I will oppose that tomorrow, what do you call grandpa beating you, yes, this is called preventing trouble before it happens, watch beating!"

Chapter 293: Wen died to remonstrate, Wu died to fight, all ministers, for the sake of justice, I will take the first step!

"Beep beep beep..."

"Beep beep beep..."

When the battle at the gate of the imperial city was in full swing, iron whistles rang out, and then groups of soldiers in black brocade jackets with red line hemming on their cuffs and collars held water and fire sticks in one hand, and black rattan woven cloths in the other. Shields rushed over in formation.

"Bang bang bang..."

Several gunshots rang out, and the people who were fighting together fell to the ground collectively with a burst of exclamation.

The imperial city guards guarding the imperial city subconsciously took off the guns behind them.

On the top of the city gate, the city gate officer who was lying on the wall to watch the excitement, pointed at the bottom and silently cursed, turned around and ran towards the heavy machine gun in the middle of the top of the city gate.

Although he knew that the people below were all his own people, but this was the imperial city, so he still had to take some precautions.

So many soldiers suddenly appeared below and fired again. If he didn't do anything, his role as city gate officer would be over.

Taking back the revolver, he was also dressed in black, except that the cuffs and collar were light-yellow-bound Hu Yu. He picked up the trumpet handed over by the subordinate next to him with a cold face.

"What do you want to do, gather a crowd to fight at the gate of the imperial city, is there any law for the king, do you think that the guard does not exist when we examine it?"

That's right, the person who came was the censorship guard, whose duties were equivalent to the police of later generations. Hu Yu was recommended by Zhu Zhangui and became the first commander of the censorship guard in Ming Dynasty.

The reason why Hu Yu was arranged was not only that Hu Yu was the most loyal person to him, but more importantly, Zhu Zhangui also wanted to give this subordinate who had been with him for many years an errand.

Hu Yu's ability is good, and his work efficiency is also very high. It is a waste of talents to serve as his personal bodyguard.

In addition, Zhu Zhangui was not at ease when the inspector guard was handed over to someone else, so he let Hu Yu take over the job.

"My lord, we are sitting here quietly. They came and beat us for no reason. You must be the master for us!"

As soon as Hu Yu finished speaking, a fat man with a bruised nose and swollen face and red marks on his face rushed forward crying.

"What is the reason, the commander will investigate by himself. As for who is right and who is wrong, the commander will make his own judgment. Shut up now, otherwise you will disturb the king, and your family's heads will not be chopped off!"

The fat man immediately shut up when he heard the words, and knelt on the ground with a mournful face, not daring to say anything more.

Glancing at the bruised and swollen faces, those who were triumphant, or eager to try, Hu Yu ordered in a loud voice: "Everyone will be taken away, and those who dare to resist will not be interrogated, and they will be punished for attacking the imperial city!"

"Yes!"

Thousands of inspection guards shouted in unison, raised water and fire sticks, and escorted everyone present away like ducks.

As the two fighting parties left, the imperial city became quiet again.

Standing on the gate tower, Zhu Zhangui, who watched the matter from beginning to end, turned and left calmly.

He knew in his heart that this was just the beginning, and those people would definitely come up with endless means in order to oppose the integration of government and gentry.

The simplest thing is that the literati strike the exam, and then the academies all over the country strike collectively, protest to the imperial court jointly, and even Qingliu officials resign and threaten the imperial court.

In fact, it is a little early to propose that officials and gentry pay food as a whole.

In Zhu Zhangui's vision, after the new students in the future occupy half of the power of the imperial court, the government-gentry integration action will be carried out.

At that time, even if all the Confucianists resigned from office, the court would not be afraid that no one would be available.

But it will take at least 10 or even 20 years to achieve Zhu Zhangui's ideal time period.

The old man can't wait for such a long time, he doesn't want to leave this trouble to his children and grandchildren.

After being the emperor for so long, he knew that once he died, the descendants would be hindered by the ancestral system if they wanted to change this system.

Regardless of whether the subsequent descendants enforce it forcefully or give in helplessly, it is not a good thing for the royal family.

So he wanted to make this happen while he was alive and when his prestige was at its peak, even if it was killing people with a knife, he didn't care.

His reputation is already so bad, and he doesn't care about adding a stroke or two.

In addition to Zhu Zhangui seeing this scene in the imperial city, the officials who sent back from another side door also saw it.

Everyone was silent, with indifference and anger in their eyes.

The royal family is so ruthless that for their own selfishness, regardless of the ideas of the scholars in the world, they enforced a bad government. This is to make enemies of all the scholars in the world.

It is an unchanging principle that officials and scholars with high reputations are exempted from part of the tax. Even the decisive old Zhu did not touch this cake back then, for fear of offending scholars all over the world and making the court unable to operate.

Unexpectedly, the Ming Dynasty has only been passed down for two generations, and Zhu Di, a rebellious minister who seeks to usurp the throne, wants them, the high-ranking Confucian disciples, to pay taxes like those mud-legged people.

With such a method, how can these high-ranking scholars who have formed a habit be able to bear it.

What makes them even more angry is that Zhu Di not only wants them to pay taxes like your legs, but also makes them noble literati become stinking mounds and train with those rude warriors to fight the enemy.

What are these people working hard to study and take the imperial examinations for? Isn’t it for these benefits? If these benefits are gone, the imperial court is so strict about corruption, and the salary is so low, then what’s the point of being an official.

Today this is just a small fight. If Zhu Di does not cancel the policy of paying officials and gentry together and the policy of military service for literati, they will prepare even bigger surprises later.

This world was won by their literati for the old Zhu family. Now that the old Zhu family has stabilized, not only does he not want to rule the world with the literati, but he also wants to kick them away and exploit them like ordinary people.

Hehe, doesn't that traitor Zhu Di know that the Zhu dynasty without scholars is nothing but shit?

In a blink of an eye, the 29th of the twelfth lunar month is here, and today is the day of the imperial court's grand sacrifice.

Since the meditation that day, the capital has returned to its usual calm. The troublemakers waiting for the inspectors and guards have never appeared again. Those who were punished or imprisoned also stayed obediently without making any noise, as if accepting this. everything.

But everyone knows in their hearts that tranquility is the prelude to the storm.

Officials and gentlemen are not making noise, not because they have accepted it, but are preparing for bigger actions.

Zhu Zhangui got up very early today, and just after the ugly hour, he got up under the service of Tagiris.

Tagiris officially entered the palace yesterday. She has been in Daming for more than a month. She entered the palace and met the princess on the day she just came back. The rest of the time, she stayed with her grandfather and lived in the old man's house. Arranged manor.

According to the rules of the royal family, as a concubine, she was allowed to enter the house only after paying homage to the main house.

Even if the concubine, the mother-in-law, agreed, she would not be able to enter Zhu Zhangui's big family without the approval of Zhao Linger, the big family.

This is the majesty of the main house. Even Zhu Zhangui, a husband, cannot make decisions without authorization out of respect for his wife.

Otherwise, if he made a decision, Zhao Ling'er in the back room would have nothing to do with it.

Yesterday was a good day for the Ministry of Etiquette. Tagilis was carried into the palace by a red sedan chair, and then in Zhu Zhangui's bedroom, he kowtowed to Zhao Linger, the big house. After offering tea, he got Zhao Linger's permission. It is the official entry.

In order to express her welcome to this new sister, Zhao Ling'er also generously allowed her husband to stay overnight at Tagilis's place last night.

"His Royal Highness, the prince told you to hurry up, saying that it's getting late."

Li Da's urging sounded outside the door.

This little eunuch who was sent to the Western Regions finally became Zhu Zhangui's personal eunuch after unremitting efforts to flatter him.

Of course, Zhu Zhangui fell in love with the other party, not because of the other party's ability to flatter, but because the other party's eyesight and handling ability are good.

In addition, Hu Yu already had other arrangements, and he really needed someone to serve him at any time, so he chose Li Da.

"I see."

With his hands outstretched, Zhu Zhangui, who was serving in Tagilis and a few maids from the Western Regions, and wearing a complicated dress, responded to the outside.

Then he said to Tagilis who was adorning him: "Today is the big sacrifice. Although you women don't have to go, you have to put incense sticks to worship according to the rules. Go to the concubine's place early in a while, you don't understand According to the rules of the Central Plains, just follow them, don't be rude and make people laugh."

Tagiris nodded obediently, and put the cloak on Zhu Zhangui with a happy face.

With a light peck on the beautiful woman's red lips, Zhu Zhangui went out and took Li Da to the East Palace to gather with his father Zhu Pangpang.

"Father, I heard that the court has been quite troubled during this time."

At the gate of the East Palace, Zhu Zhanji, who had just rushed back yesterday, was holding the area map of Asan in his arms. While waiting for Zhu Zhangui with his father Zhu Pangpang, he asked about the current situation of the court intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhu Pangpang, who was pouting his buttocks and his wife arranging hybrid rice and potato boxes, gave a wry smile.

"It's not just a lot of noise, it's just an undercurrent, that is, I saw that something was wrong, so I ran into the Taimiao to hide, otherwise the gate of our East Palace would be kicked open."

"Ugh!"

As he spoke he sighed.