The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Early in the morning,

Yan Chengjin walked through the courtyard in regular clothes.

When Li Dongyang was the chief assistant, officials would greet each other at work.

He was the chief assistant, and all the officials avoided him.

The two officials walking in front were obviously walking a little faster, and the three officials walking behind were obviously walking a little slower. They were all clearly avoiding him.

"I won't impeach you, so what are you afraid of?"

The official seemed not to hear, and asked whether it should be faster or faster, or whether it should be slower or slower.

Entering the main hall, Yan Chengjin stood in the first position, followed by Li Dongyang and Xie Qian.

The faces of all the officials are different. Such a young chief minister is really rare!

"The Ministry of Household Affairs has divided 2.2 million hectares of imperial village and official land, and supplied more than 8.947 thousand taels of money." Wang Qiong said seriously.

If there is a hidden household that is not allocated a field, it will be filled by the local warehouse.

Zhu Houzhao seemed to have not heard anything and said cheerfully: "If something happens, hurry up and leave the court if nothing happens."

Li Keqi Huang Zongming pondered for a moment and then stood up: "I heard that Mr. Yan was promoted to the chief minister of the cabinet?"

"What's wrong?"

"Master Yan is in charge of the cabinet and the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He holds two powers at the same time. I am afraid that Master Yan has too much to take care of and has asked the new emperor to serve as the censor of the capital again."

"I second the proposal!"

Several Liuke Yanguan also came forward.

Although the bachelor of the cabinet can concurrently serve as the minister of the six ministries, it is a false position. Only Yan Chengjin still holds real power, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate is beyond the six ministries.

The chief minister of the cabinet is also the head of all officials.

Lu Bing, the chief registrar of the Ministry of Rites, nodded: "Master Yan's move is indeed inconsistent with etiquette. How can the censor of the capital and the chief assistant hold the same position?"

In the past, Yan Chengjin was the third assistant and could tolerate it.

Yan Chengjin frowned slightly. From the beginning of the Ming Dynasty to the present, there are also high-ranking officials in power, like Li Xian a hundred years ago, but they were in power with an official position.

He now holds two positions.

It is normal for the officials not to allow him to set a precedent.

"I am still young, and I am not tired from holding two positions. I can break the sea ban set by Emperor Gao, let alone an official position.

Moreover, there are seven academicians in the cabinet, six of whom serve as six ministries. As the chief minister, can’t I also serve as one of the ministries? "

yes!

The six bachelors in the cabinet also serve as the six ministers. What a trap!

Xie Qian looked sideways at Yan Chengjin, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and wanted to say something.

"Even if Mr. Yan wants to serve as the capital censor concurrently, the Metropolitan Procuratorate will have to choose another capital censor." Lu Bing, the chief registrar of the Ministry of Rites, bowed.

There are two ministers in the six departments, false and true, so the Metropolitan Procuratorate should also be the same.

"We recommend Wu Yiqing, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites!"

Wu Yiqing was a minister transferred from Nanzhili. He once served as deputy censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, inspected Yangzhou and other places, and published more than a dozen effective magazines.

But this person is about the same age as Wang Qiong, and Yan Chengjin does not intend to recommend such an old minister.

At this time, Wu Yiqing's expression became tense. He heard that the Metropolitan Procuratorate had an admission assessment and wanted to check his innocence.

I haven’t recommended myself to these officials who are afraid of chaos in the world, so why do you want to harm me?

"I haven't written any memorials for a long time, so I'm afraid I won't be able to do the job."

The Yanguan from the Sixth Section was a little confused.

"Where is Mr. Jia, the left minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs?"

Jia Yong looked slightly startled, bowed his body, and said with a serious face: "I am not qualified for this!"

In the past, when this son was the censor, he dared to impeach his own department without respecting official ethics.

Now that he has become the chief minister, he can impeach others unscrupulously. If he wants to deal with Yan Chengjin, he will have to wait until he loses the favor of the new emperor.

Yan Chengjin turned his head slightly.

It seems that all the upper-third-rank officials in the main hall are watching.

Zhu Houzhao thought about it and said, "Since there is no suitable candidate, let Lao Gao take over first."

Everyone: "..."

The powerful minister...

This is the leader who strengthens ministers and commanders. Since ancient times, there are many people who have strengthened ministers and commanders. Like Zhao Gao, who refers to deer as horses, when he becomes an official, it is not that smoke is rising from his ancestral graves, but that the Kitchen God is riding on his face to bless him. !

"I thank the new emperor for his kindness!" Yan Chengjin bowed to the proud Zhu Houzhao.

The officials looked at this scene of two bastards working together, and they dared not speak in anger.

Mao Ji, the Minister of Rites, said: "Spring plowing is approaching. I sincerely request the new emperor to issue an edict and order the Qintian Supervisor to choose a good and auspicious day. Guanglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites will hold a plowing ceremony."

Two million two million hectares of land are distributed to the people of the world. No matter how much the imperial court saves, they will also hold a plowing ceremony this year to pray for peace and prosperity for the country and the people.

"The Ministry of Etiquette will take care of it. Let me know when you will go to the fields."

…………

Today is the day when Yan Chengjin becomes the chief minister, and he wants to come to the cabinet to have a look.

Li Dongyang has moved the bookcase aside, leaving a space in the middle.

Yan Chengjin was not interested in where to sit. When he saw Wang Qiong, he suddenly became energetic:

"Sir Wang, I'm going to the Metropolitan Procuratorate today. I see that you don't have many reports, so I'll trouble you."

You are blind...

After taking leave yesterday, Han Wen threw a bunch of memorials in front of his desk. There were more than fifty of them.

Wang Qiong did not dare to get angry and said with a smile: "I should help you read the memorial."

No matter how many books he read for Yan Chengjin, he would write them down in his notebook. Just like borrowing money, you always have to write an IOU.

All the officials waited anxiously, thinking that after Yan Chengjin became the chief minister, he would order massive rectifications.

But after waiting for a month, there was no movement. It was as usual, and Wang Qiong, the cabinet minister, read the memorial on his behalf.

March passed in the blink of an eye, and it was the day of the emperor's plowing ceremony.

Early in the morning, Zhu Houzhao, wearing a dragon robe, first offered sacrifices to heaven and earth under the guidance of the Minister of Rites Mao Ji. Half an hour later, he was ready to leave the palace.

All officials followed the ceremonial guard, and the streets of the capital were decorated with lights and colorful decorations.

I wonder if it was arranged by the Ministry of Rites?

"Who is the official wearing a muzzle?"

"I don't know, he is wearing a flying fish robe, maybe a eunuch."

"..." Yan Chengjin.

He didn't like to participate in such a grand ceremony with a parade, and he had to be commented on by old aunts. Li Dongyang has a fan base and is undoubtedly the biggest winner. Zhang Cai is not bad either.

Arrived at the farmland selected by Shuntian Prefecture.

Mao Ji took Zhu Houzhao to the field and walked to an iron plow with a red ribbon. "The new emperor plows ten steps by himself, and then the farmers can help the plow on behalf of the emperor."

Li Dongyang had a smile on his face. All officials stood on the field and the people stood on the hill, all looking at Zhu Houzhao.

The atmosphere on the scene was peaceful.

"How can you seek God's mercy by cheating like this? I want to finish plowing this acre of land by myself."

Yan Chengjin: "..."

Mao Ji: "..."

Officials: "..."

It's so cold, the sunlight in the early morning is still warm, but by noon, it can make people faint.

They are all wearing thick official clothes, and they can't stand here for several hours, right?

Mao Ji stamped his feet and said, "New emperor, this is the ancestral system!"

"No, I want to plow."

"We still have to go back to the palace to review the memorials, why don't we let the farmers wait for you to plow the land?"

"That has to wait until I finish plowing."

Mao Ji was so angry that he wanted to jump up and kick Zhu Houzhao, I don't want to serve you anymore!

Officials beside him also scratched their heads and were so angry that they turned around.

What kind of emperor is this? He thinks about plowing the land every day. You deserve to be called a tyrant!