"At the beginning of man, one's nature is good..."

When the childish voice sounded in the study, he looked at his son who was carrying the Three Character Classic, and a faint smile appeared on Zhu Yijun's face.

Although his son is only two months old, he can recite a few sentences of "Three Character Classic". This made Zhu Yijun quite pleased, and he was also full of expectations for his son.

"As an emperor, the most important responsibility is to cultivate qualified heirs for the world! If this is the case, the world cannot be maintained..."

Even until now, Zhu Yijun can still remember the gift Shi Yiwen sent from Nanjing when his son was just born. The gift was extremely simple, just a "full map of Kunyu and the whole country".

"The sun and the moon are all kingly land!"

These seven words were imprinted in Zhu Yijun's heart from that day on, but he also knew very well that this was not something he could achieve. His son, grandson, and great-grandson also needed generations of emperors in the Ming Dynasty to realize it. This also means that the Ming Dynasty must produce wise kings from generation to generation to have this possibility.

And his son is the foundation for the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty in the future.

Just as Zhu Yijun was listening to his son reciting the "Three Character Classic", he suddenly saw an eunuch coming in to report that it was the chief assistant Zhang Juzheng who asked for an urgent meeting. Zhu Yijun straightened his body and asked:

"What, Mr. Zhang, where is he?"

"He is waiting at the gate of Huiji."

"Have he recovered from illness?"

Zhang Juzheng has been sick at home for a while. Although Zhu Yijun, who is getting older, is deeply eager to take charge of the government, as reason tells him that he needs the chief assistant to assist in the government.

"No, I heard that he was half lying in the sedan chair and it was difficult to get out of the sedan chair."

"Please go to the platform quickly. No, the platform is too far away. I am afraid that Mr. Zhang can't walk, so I will go to the Gongshu Room of Wenhua Palace."

After Zhu Yijun said that, he asked the guest to follow him and hurried to Gongmo Room. As soon as Zhu Yijun sat down, he saw the two men carrying shoulder carriages stopped at the door of Gongmo Room. Two eunuchs on duty stepped forward and helped Zhang Juzheng down from the carriages. Because there was no sedan chair in the palace, under Feng Bao's arrangement, Zhang Juzheng changed to the two men's carriages that were specially used by the inner court. Seeing that he was struggling, Zhu Yijun quickly stood up and helped Zhang Juzheng in at the door.

"Mr. Zhang, why do you come here in person? If you have any questions, just let someone report me."

A while ago, Zhang Juzheng had been home for nearly half a month since he heard the emperor's advice, but his condition had not improved. In addition, he had to personally write an important memorial, and he had to write a custom of doing things he had developed for ten years as a chief minister. Now he can't change it for a while. Although he was seriously ill, he was still worried about all major and small matters in the court. Even if he was lying on the hospital bed, he had to handle official duties every day, ranging from a few to a dozen. In the past, he was on duty in the cabinet. When he encountered difficulties, he could write a letter to the emperor at any time to ask for a meeting and communicate in person. Since he became ill, it was not easy for the monarch and minister to meet. Even if he had different opinions on some matters, he could only rely on letters and people to express it. Such letters and letters were discussed, and Zhu Yijun and Zhang Juzheng felt deeply inconvenient.

Just say that for a while, not only did the Nine-side training the new army have hinted his thoughts, but what was even more worrying about was the military households. Although the military households were the ancestral system of the Ming Dynasty, the military households and garrisons were ineffective, which was also true. Therefore, two years ago, after taking over the power, Zhang Juzheng ordered Qi Jiguang to train the new army of the Nine-side. This naturally caused a series of problems, such as the resettlement of military households. Fortunately, the imperial court enfeoffed the country in Nanyang, and allowed the kings to restore the three guards and led the military households to Nanyang to settle the country, which also made a living for many ordinary military households. After all, the military households here have been exploited by the officials of the garrison for many years. Compared with tenant farmers, many of them are more willing to live in Nanyang.

However, in this way, the officers of the garrison were extremely dissatisfied, especially as hundreds of thousands of military households followed the Seven Kings to visit South China Sea. The officers of the garrison who lost the "tenants" naturally complained that there had been a lot of trouble. In this regard, Zhang Juzheng could only hold on to his illness and deal with the matter himself. However, last night, he was busy until dawn. After finally taking a snatch for a while, he had a nightmare, dreaming that the streets and alleys of the capital were filled with official soldiers dancing guns and sticks, which made him sweat.

Although I knew it was just a nightmare, and in the past two years, with the surge in revenues in the Ming Dynasty, with sufficient financial support, with the support of sufficient financial resources, the new army that has used firearms in Jiubian, will never have any trouble in the garrison, but who can guarantee it?

For this reason, even though his legs were sore and soft, he felt like he was filled with lead, Zhang Juzheng still struggled to get up as usual, wash up and dressed neatly, and asked his family to prepare sedan chairs to go to the Forbidden City. In his opinion, if the problem of the garrison was not handled properly, it would leave hidden dangers and cause disasters in the future. He was worried that the previous one would not be able to explain clearly, so he decided to come here in person.

In more than half a month, this was the first time Zhang Juzheng saw Zhu Yijun. As soon as he entered the Gongmo room, he struggled to pay homage to the emperor. Zhu Yijun couldn't resist and had to accept the gift, and then personally helped Zhang Juzheng to sit down on the chair. When he saw that he was haggard and sick, Zhu Yijun, who had a deep affection for him, was immediately stimulated. His eyes couldn't help but rolled down his tears and said:

"Mr. Zhang, you are so sick, why bother to enter the palace?"

Although his body was sore and weak, Zhang Juzheng still tried hard to straighten his waist and replied:

"I haven't seen the emperor for almost half a month, and I miss it very much. There is another important thing to report to the emperor in person, so I entered the palace without making an appointment today. I would like to forgive the emperor for any abruptness..."

Zhu Yijun originally wanted to exchange more greetings to express his condolences, but when he saw Zhang Juzheng feeling uncomfortable, he had to ask quickly:

"What's the matter with Zhang Wusheng?"

Zhang Juzheng said.

"It's still about the military officer of the garrison, I believe the emperor already knows it."

Zhu Yijun nodded and said:

"In the past two years, the seven countries have joined the country, and 300,000 soldiers have followed the king south. The remaining military households in the Ming Dynasty are only 400,000. The garrisons in various places say that their troops are empty, so that bandits appear in the territory. I am also extremely worried. I am wondering whether to transfer some new troops from the nine sides to various places. In this way, it can also reduce the pressure on the guards in the mainland..."

Unlike Zhang Juzheng who consulted everything in the past, Zhu Yijun now has long had his opinion on government affairs.

"Your Majesty, it is impossible to transfer the new army to strengthen the mainland. However, in my opinion, the guards' superiors are nothing more than the dispersion of the guards, which has caused their interests to be damaged. As for the so-called manifestation of bandits, even if there are no bandits, they can raise bandits and respect themselves to prevent all soldiers from going to Southeast Asia..."

"They dare to raise the enemy!"

Zhu Yijun's face darkened and he shouted:

"Why don't they dare?"

Zhang Juzheng pondered for a moment and then said.
Chapter completed!