Daming prepares the emperor

The fragrance of brewed tea leaves wafts through the interior of the Hall of Martial Arts.

Holding the tea bowl, Zhu Biao caught a glimpse of his father who was working crazily out of the corner of his eye, and felt a little guilty.

He had already dealt with all the things he could handle, so he ran from the Hall of Spring Harmony to the Hall of Martial Heroes early in the morning to join in the fun, by the way to see if Comrade Zhu stayed up late yesterday and whether he ate or not this morning.

Sure enough, all the guesses were correct. Looking at the pile of memorials, even if my father slept last night, he probably didn't sleep for a few hours.

These official documents are not only read by the emperor, but only the emperor can manage them. Therefore, looking at the busy emperor, Zhu Biao can't help much, and he looks leisurely and unfilial.

When he swallowed another sip of tea, Comrade Zhu just slapped the playbook in his hand on the high pile of documents. Dozens of documents shook and remained stable with difficulty.

On his right hand is the approved playbook, and on the left hand side is the playbook he hasn't read yet.These two stacks of documents, which are about the same height, almost drowned the imperial case, and Zhu Yuanzhang wrote so hard that only the top of his head could be exposed.

With the swing of the pen, the expression on his face is also changing, sometimes full of anger, sometimes relaxed and happy, if the scene is not in a magnificent hall, he may be regarded as a mental patient.

Zhu Biao observed for a while, then suddenly said to the outside of the hall, "Huang Xi, have morning tea!"

Huang Xi, who was waiting outside the hall, quickly responded, and ordered the little eunuch beside him to go to the big chef.

"Dad, take a break."

Hearing what his son said, Zhu Yuanzhang took back the brush he was going to dip in the ink, squinted one eye, twisted his shoulders, let out a sigh of relief, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

Just as Zhu Biao was about to ask him if he hadn't slept, Zhu Yuanzhang preemptively said, "Biaoer, have you finished reading your stuff?"

"finish watching."

Zhu Biao's learning is divided into three stages.

In the first stage, Zhu Yuanzhang’s memorials, except for those that are particularly important and need to be issued immediately, Comrade Zhu will hand them over to Zhu Biao, go through them in his hands, and then send them to the Ministry of Education of the People’s Republic of China for execution. He just reads and doesn't talk, and learns the principles and articles of governing the country from it.

In the second stage, Zhu Biao began to deal with some small matters by himself, trying to use his power to control the courtiers in the turbulent court situation through writing, and use his strength to guide the direction and development of things.

In the third stage, Zhu Yuanzhang will issue an imperial decree, announcing that the prince will practice state affairs, punish political affairs, and listen to the performances of various divisions from today. He received courtiers, participated in the decision-making of major affairs, and arranged the work of high-ranking officials such as the prime minister.

Now he is transitioning from one to two. Zhu Yuanzhang is very confident in his son's military strength and mental state, but he is not at ease in his ability to handle government affairs, so he often takes care of him very carefully. The last time he had such patience, it was still While walking with Zhu Biao stumbling.

"Is there anything you don't understand?"

"No, Zhubi's corrections are very clear."

"That's good."

Seeing that the emperor's eyes began to drift towards those memorials again, Zhu Biao was worried that his eyes and body would be damaged, so he said, "I want to ask my father about something."

Pulling his eyes from the table with difficulty, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Biao: "What's the matter?"

"That's right." Zhu Biao said, "In the early days of the new dynasty, many policies and systems were not yet perfect. My son thought, at this time, some good systems can be established, which can restrain future generations and provide them with some examples. For reference."

This idea really hit Zhu Yuanzhang's lungs. He is the No. [-] control freak in the world. He has set many ancestral precepts in history. He even has to think about the names of his descendants in advance. Going forward with his own thoughts, Zhu Biao said this, he immediately became excited, leaned forward, and waited for the next words.

"People often say that the sky is high and the emperor is far away. This is a big disadvantage." Zhu Biao said, "There are many things that my ministers can't see, let alone you. Where we can't see, corrupt officials are always Always oppressing the people, if the government and businessmen collude, it will be an overwhelming profit network, and it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to escape."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, agreeing with this statement.

Half of the famine in Fengyang was given by God and half by Yuan Ting. He will never forget it.

"Of course, things cannot be left to the emperor alone. A complete system is the key to solving the problem."

"If you can't think of a way, the Ming Dynasty may not be better than the Yuan court. What did the father rebel for back then, and today's people will revolt for what."

The slight sound of conversation spread outside, and these words entered Huang Xi's ears, his heart almost stopped beating.

He stopped abruptly, and behind him the maids and eunuchs who were holding morning tea also stopped, as if the pause button had been pressed, Qi Qidun stood there.

The skill of the palace people is very good, the soup didn't even spill out, but they were all taken aback.

Godfather, what's the matter?

The little eunuch questioned Huang Xi who turned around with his eyes.

Huang Xi glared at him, waved his hands back, and hurriedly drove the dazed people back to the outside.

The one inside is still talking.

"Although censors have the duty of supervision and can exercise the power of impeachment, they are officials after all and cannot do it comprehensively." Zhu Biao gently stroked the delicate teacup in his hand, frowned and organized his words, tentatively expressing that he was not yet ready. Sophisticated plan.

"The spies of the Gongwei Division have developed very well, but they can't integrate into the court, they are just royal private soldiers. My son thought that the emperor needs to establish a new department so that the common people can go to heaven and Qingliu can avoid the dignitaries."

"As for the efficiency issue, Zhenyaosi has studied some things one after another under the instruction of the minister, and it is barely satisfactory. I believe it can be used on a large scale in the future."

"We actually have the same meaning!" Zhu Yuanzhang said, "We plan to get a general political envoy, and ask them to pass on the internal and external chapters and the four parties' petitions. If there are any complaints or complaints, they can all be sent to us. As long as you take the memorial Don’t let the sign of convenience be blocked, and go straight to the imperial city, and the government is as smooth as water.”

The prince had the same thoughts as himself, which made Zhu Yuanzhang feel happy when he was excited. In addition to being affectionate, there was also a kind of surprise that was hard to find.

As a feudal emperor with a dictatorial rule, many of Zhu Yuanzhang's ideas were unreasonable in the eyes of civil and military officials.

Although he doesn't need to be understood by others, and he doesn't bother to get anyone's support, but Zhu Biao's concern for the poor people at the bottom makes him very satisfied. Tianhuang nobles who have not experienced hunger and poverty can do this. Needless to say, you know how rare it is.

Biaoer is not only the son of Zhu Chongba, but also the heir of Zhu Yuanzhang. Sooner or later, Ming Dynasty will be in Biaoer's hands. As long as we keep our heart for the people, what else should we worry about?

Zhu Yuanzhang began to be silly.

After the music was over, he continued: "Biao'er, actually we have another idea. We asked your mother about this idea. She thinks it's very good. Let me tell you about it."

"Ah."

"We're going to make a drum outside the gate of the Forbidden City!"

"Drum?" Zhu Biao suspected that he had heard it wrong, but when he looked at Zhu Yuanzhang again, he was obviously serious.

"Yes, Dengwen Drum." Zhu Yuanzhang said, "No matter who, no matter men, women, old or young, no matter where they come from, they can beat our drums, and then send a censor to take care of them in front of the door. If you go all over the imperial city, bring people in to see us."

"Isn't this inappropriate?" Zhu Biao said after thinking for a while, "If everyone can face the saint, how will the grievance be judged? How will the choice be made? If some villains are keen to make profits from it and take up the time of the emperor to deal with official duties, The party is united and the differences are balanced, and the losses caused are far greater than..."

Zhu Biao paused: "Father, it's not as good as this. There are two other rules on the Dengwen drum. One, the death penalty can only be played on the day before the execution. Drums. If these two conditions are met, there will be fewer people using Dengwen drums, and the real wrongdoers will also get attention."

"Okay." This is indeed much more reasonable, Zhu Yuanzhang did not refuse the proposal, "Biaoer, then I will leave this matter to you!"

"Yes."

"In addition to these, we also want to set up some small officials such as the head of the township, the head of the village, the chief of grain, and the old people with high local prestige. They will collect money and grain for us and educate the village."

"This...can't be done in a while."

"Don't worry, take your time." Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, "Your mother always said that we are quick-tempered and have a bad temper. She didn't think about it. If we don't know how to endure, how can we win the world?"

Zhu Biao smiled and said, "Actually, what Mother said makes sense."

"You little bastard." Zhu Yuanzhang stared, "If you want to say this, you go to Kunning Palace and don't come here."

The voice inside gradually calmed down, and Huang Xi, who was in a cold sweat, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered: "Follow me in, be careful, and stop your nose and panting."

His Royal Highness is His Royal Highness, Huang Xi sighed in his heart, the words he heard just now were simply treasonous words, if it was any other ministers and princes, his head would have lost his head for a long time, how could he continue to talk and laugh in harmony .

Zhu Biao moved the approved memorial to another wide table for Zhu Yuanzhang, so as to make room for breakfast.

There are a total of 30 kinds of snacks, Zhu Yuanzhang pointed to two, and left three for Zhu Biao, and waved the rest for Huang Xi to distribute to the palaces.

"No porridge, serve us a pot of soy milk."

"Yes, servant girl, go get it now."

The soy milk was brought quickly, and several spoonfuls of sugar were added to it. While eating the pastries, Zhu Yuanzhang spread out the next book of memorials, looking through the rice as a condiment.

"The magistrate of Panyu County is really nothing."

"Panyu County?" Zhu Biao put down the bowl, "Panyu is in Guangzhou, right? It seems to be notoriously difficult to govern."

"That's right, Zhu Liangzu is also in Guangdong, and he wrote the memorial."

Zhu Yuanzhang explained a little, picked up a pen and wrote a word "cut", and threw it into the "approved" team: "Give me death."

The Ming Dynasty was so big, it was normal for a few corrupt officials to appear. Zhu Biao was not interested in what was written on it. Zhu Yuanzhang thought this kind of memorabilia was meaningless, so he would not show it to him.

Neither of them cared.

After breakfast, Zhu Biao left the Hall of Wuying to look for drums, and Zhu Yuanzhang got up and went out for a walk.

Those piled up memorials were quickly taken away by the eunuchs and sent to various ministries. After the documents on Daotong's execution were issued, they flowed to Guangdong at an extremely fast speed.