The foundation of the Ming Dynasty can be said to be very thick, but this is not an ordinary time. It has severe droughts and floods every year, and there is no normal season. It lasts for more than ten years. No matter how thick the foundation is, it cannot withstand such tossing.

Zhu Xu sat in the carriage with a expressionless face.

The memorial was one thing, but the reality was another. His heart became heavier, panicked, and then urgent.

The ‘political reform’ must be completed as soon as possible!

While Zhu Xu was walking slowly, a man in regular clothes rushed over to Zhu Xu's carriage, and handed a secret letter to Cao Huachun.

Cao Huachun took it, waved him back, and then slowly spread it out.

This is a letter from Fei Ge. Cao Huachun glanced at him and his eyes narrowed slightly. He turned around and entered the carriage, and whispered to Zhu Xu, who was closed and pretending to sleep, "Your Majesty, the capital city will report secretly."

Zhu Xu opened his eyes, took it, and raised his eyebrows.

The line above is small: Lu Wang Zinan, Hou and Xin Wang Ning want to surrender to the grandson.

There was no punctuation mark, Zhu Xu thought about it carefully for a while. Simply put, it was the group of assassins Zhu Xu had met before. King Lu was supported, and Nan Hehou participated. King Xin was calm and had nothing to do. Wei Zhongxian wanted to take action against Sun Chengzong.

Cao Huachun was worried that something would happen in the capital, so hesitated: "Your Majesty, do you need to make some arrangements?"

Zhu Xu felt a little urgency in his heart, his eyes were beating with a cold light. He looked up at him and said, "It is necessary to arrange and issue an order to order Bi Ziyan to go out of Beijing to inspect the floods and urge all localities to strictly prevent this year's flood. Shen Yongmao left Beijing and conduct routine inspections on the standing troops near the capital... and then let Liu Shimin leave Beijing and go to Liaodong to inspect various places."

Cao Huachun's expression changed drastically, Bi Ziyan was equivalent to the chief minister. If he was not here, the government affairs of the capital would fall on Sun Chengzong. Shen Yongmao was the Minister of War. If he left Beijing, the Ministry of War would fall on Cao Qincheng's hands, including the patrol battalion! Liu Shimin left Beijing and the Sili Supervisor would be empty!

In this way, once something happened to Sun Chengzong, the entire capital would completely fall into Wei Zhongxian's hands!

Cao Huachun felt his scalp numb and was extremely frightened. He advised, "Master, this will happen to a big deal!"

Zhu Xu sneered at the corner of his mouth and said, "I will issue an order to Wei Zhongxian again, ordering him to work with Shuntian Prefecture to screen the officials and gentry in Northern Zhili within three days, register the list of honest taxpayers, and require the report of details such as land, population, income, etc. truthfully. If you refuse to register, those who fool you must be severely punished. If he does not do well, he will be immediately arrested!"

The emperor is forcing Wei Zhongxian!

Cao Huachun was frightened. Even though he knew that the emperor had made arrangements, he was still uneasy, so he had to bite the bullet and pass the order.

Not long after, Cao Bianjiao appeared in the carriage again and said, "Your Majesty, I have basically figured it out. In the Tai'an area, the harvest is decreasing every year, especially this year. I am afraid that the production will be reduced by 50%. However, the rents in various places have not been reduced, and it is still the same, and there are even more."

Zhu Xu had already expected it and asked, "How did they survive?"

God doesn’t let life go, and people push it again. What can these ordinary people do?

Cao Bianjiao glanced at Zhu Xu, lowered his head and said, "Go back to the emperor, there are many ways to sell children, girls, escape from famine, become bandits, etc. If it really doesn't work, you can only starve to death. I heard that Tai An has starved to death in recent years."

Zhu Xu frowned, obviously not the answer he wanted, and said, "Where is the disaster relief point for the court?"

Cao Bianjiao looked up at Zhu Xu again and said, "The disaster relief points of the imperial court are limited, all concentrated in the county towns, and rarely go to the countryside. In addition, the food supplied is limited, and it will be snatched away soon. I heard that those noble and wealthy families will send subordinates to snatch them first, and there are not much left to the victims."

Zhu Xu's face twitched, his eyes were too long, and his chest was filled with anger.

In order to prevent corruption, he prohibited officials at all levels from intervening. These disaster relief sites were not given to local governments, but the Ministry of Revenue directly re-arranged and expanded channels. Among them, the Ministry of Personnel, Jinyiwei and other departments participated in the participation in order to curb corruption!

But he never expected that he ignored another thing, "negligent"!

Local officials turned a blind eye to these things, but they were afraid they would get a share of the pie!

"Why didn't the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Personnel, etc. report?" Zhu Xu said with anger.

Cao Bianjiao did not get involved in government affairs, lowered his head and said, "I don't know."

Zhu Xu glanced at him and said nothing.

Perhaps it was because the Ministry of Revenue had too many things before, or there were too many major events recently, so they didn’t have time to pay attention to it…

Zhu Xu lifted the curtain and looked outside. There were more and more people, obviously he was about to arrive in the town.

"Cao Huachun." Zhu Xu said without turning his head.

Cao Huachun came in and bowed and whispered: "I am here."

"I will send an order to the Jinyiwei and ask them to touch the specific disaster relief situation in the mountains and east as soon as possible." Zhu Xu said expressionlessly.

"Abide by the order." Cao Huachun said, when he withdrew, he looked up at Zhu Xu, and wanted to speak but stopped.

In his opinion, the emperor was arrogant and some things were destined to be "pretending to be confused", not to mention that this matter involved the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Personnel, which were the emperor's hard-core supporters. If there was a rift with them, it would not be a good thing for the emperor or the court.

However, he also saw the emperor's firmness from Zhu Xu's expression and retreated silently.

Zhu Xu put down the curtain and sat alone in the carriage, thinking about something.

For many years, he had tried his best to leverage the corrupt officialdom and atmosphere of the Ming Dynasty. Even though he changed a group of people and set up a new political structure, the atmosphere was improved, but he had never moved it at all. His thoughts were still the same, like an iron plate, and could not be touched.

"It seems that we need to re-edit Confucian classics..." Zhu Xu said softly, his eyes flashing slightly.

The college uses new textbooks from "primary school students" and uses very few Confucian classics. It emphasizes "loyalty to the emperor" and "patriotism" and so on. The ideological constraints are relatively small, but it will take a long time for this group of people to grow up. What's more, the Ming society is a big dye vat, and the change of thoughts still needs to start with the current "Shilin".

Zhu Xu thought so, and the carriage suddenly became stable from shaking.

Zhu Xu lifted the curtain and entered the town. The dirt road turned into a cement road, which was quite flat and clean everywhere.

At this time, the Ming people, whether they were great scholars who were well-read in poetry or ordinary people, had high requirements for themselves. The streets were very clean and the crowds were orderly. Rows of houses were lined up, which seemed quite lively.

The carriage stopped and in front of a restaurant that seemed to be quite high-end, Cao Huachun whispered beside the carriage, "Young Master, this is a joint industry between Huitong Trading Company and He Yunshan, which can ensure safety."

Zhu Xu got off the carriage, looked up, smiled and nodded, and said, "Although it is not as good as the capital, it is quite good in this small town."

Huitong Trading Bank and its cooperative industries often rely on official roads, waterways or large cities as the center, radiating and expanding. Since politics, capital, services, operation methods and other aspects are the best, they can often quickly gain a foothold in the local area, and naturally, the profits are also quite considerable.

Cao Huachun, Cao Bianjiao and several close-fitting guards surrounded Zhu Xu and immediately attracted a lot of attention.

In recent years, the Grand Canal has been strongly dredged and has become a major road from south to north again. Tai'an is an important port and a wharf, and naturally it is also a place where merchants and travelers gather.

Zhu Xu didn't care. He looked at him with his hands behind his back and kept tilting the corners of his mouth. They were all unified styles, decorations, and there was a trace of modernization in the strong Ming style.

The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man who had been greeted a long time ago. When he saw Zhu Xu and others, he looked slightly shocked and hurried over and said, "Young master, the room is ready, come with me."

Zhu Xu nodded and followed the shopkeeper to the second floor.

They are all people from all over the country, and they will continue to do their own things after observing for a while.

"Hengbo, Hengbo, listen to me, Xiaowan and I are just friends with the piano, and we don't have any unreasonable thoughts..."

"I'm chasing you from Jiangnan to the capital and coming here again. Are you reluctant to see me?"

"Hengbo, Hengbo, I wrote a new poem, please help me see..."

As soon as Zhu Xu went up the second floor, he heard a young man with a somewhat embarrassed appearance begging in front of a door.

A maid stood in front of him and said with a reasonable and reasonable basis, "Mr. Mao, my lady said, 'When family and country are in trouble, I would like to ask the young master to put the career of the officialdom first, and don't pay the wrong way to the children's love."

The embarrassed young man was naturally Mao Pijiang. He was stunned when he listened to the maid's words. Then he said loudly: "Hengbo, Hengbo, I have nothing to ask for, I just want to see you. After seeing you, I will go back and study seriously. This year's imperial examination will definitely be high school..."

Mao Pijiang shouted, which naturally attracted dissatisfaction among others, and many guests opened the door.

"Hey, if you don't rest, we have to rest, don't make noise..."

"If someone doesn't see you, it means there is someone else in your heart. Come and leave..."

"Is this kind of character for scholars nowadays?"

"Isn't it just a prostitute, a polite and corrupt..."

Mao Pijiang was stopped for a while, and then shouted loudly: "Hengbo, for you, I don't even want to be gentle. Are you really so cruel? Have you met you all the time?"

The maid was not anxious or slow, as if she was waiting for her own lady inside to express her opinion. After a while, she frowned and said, "Mr. Mao, my lady is really unwell. You might as well come back another day."

Mao Pijiang was not willing to give up. He stood in front of the door and kept saying it. Even the stingy words came out from behind, which made Zhu Xu cold and goosebumps.

He couldn't help but frown. He looked at the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, don't worry about this, can we live comfortably?"

The boss got the greeting from above and knew that Zhu Xu was a distinguished guest that he must not offend, so he hurriedly said, "Young Master, wait."

He walked towards Mao Pijiang, with a calm face and said unhappy: "Young Master, our restaurant hopes that every guest can stay in comfort and do not want any disturbances to happen. Please respect yourself."
Chapter completed!