Chapter 592: Killed all the millions of soldiers in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sword on his waist was still bloody!

Suzhou Fucheng.

It is still the Grain Inspectorate Office.

However, there is now an official plaque outside this grain supervision office, indicating the existence of the Ming Dynasty’s Maritime Governor’s Office.

It is still a four-sided hall in the courtyard.

There is a lot of wind and snow in the south of the Yangtze River in winter. After all, it is not as cold in the south of the Yangtze River as in the north. The temperature starts to rise at the end of December, melting the snow on the roofs.

Snow and water flowed down the roof.

The sound of the raindrops is like a string of beads.

And in the house.

Zhang Juzheng sat behind the main desk, frowned slightly, nodded and looked down at the opened letter on the table, with a thoughtful look on his face.

The situation in the capital was unpredictable, and he had long ago received the imperial court's order to take charge of the land survey in Nanzhili and Zhejiang.

But this kind of thing is still difficult to do.

Although it was not impossible to move forward, it was still difficult and every step had to be taken with great caution, for fear that chaos would arise in this southeastern half of the country, which accounted for most of the Ming Dynasty's financial and tax revenues.

Avoid chaos and seek stability, and make progress slowly.

After two or three years of work, the land survey in both Nanzhili and Zhejiang was completed.

This was the strategy Zhang Juzheng decided upon after receiving the imperial order.

but now.

It seems that things can no longer go according to their own strategy.

"I think there's going to be a commotion!"

"The more noise we make, the better. We'll make those hiding people show their heads, and then we'll pick up our knives and chop off their heads one by one!"

When Zhang Juzheng was still pondering how to deal with the current situation in Jiangnan, violent shouts of killing rang out in the halls on all sides.

Zhang Juzheng couldn't help but frown and look up at Gao Hanwen who was shouting for war. He felt a headache for a moment, but he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Gao Hanwen, who also received an imperial decree to serve as the deputy envoy of land measurement in Nanzhili and Zhejiang, was clearly wearing a civil servant's robe, but his square face was covered with a thick beard.

Combined with what he just said.

He looked exactly like a warrior commanding troops in the army.

Gao Hanwen stood up and looked at Zhang Juzheng, then took two or three steps forward and said, "Brother Uncle, you and I are both officials in the court, and now we are both in charge of affairs in Jiangnan. Since the court has given us orders and we have support in the court, what do we have to fear from these mere gentry families in Jiangnan?"

Zhang Juzheng raised his arm and stretched out his hand, gently pressing it on his forehead: "How can I not be afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Gao Hanwen asked angrily, and then said, "My uncle and I are in charge of the land survey in the two places, and my uncle is also the commander of the tax soldiers and the navy. I am afraid that these gentry and wealthy people in the south of the Yangtze River will instigate local rebellion. At worst, you and I will lead the troops to suppress them, and they will not dare to really raise the flag of rebellion!"

Zhang Juzheng was really afraid of this man.

Although he and Gao Hanwen were not very familiar with each other in the past.

But since he was ordered to go south, we have had more and more interactions, and I have gradually come to understand his character.

You should know that when Gao Hanwen was in Nanjing, he was nicknamed Gao Yanwang. This nickname was not given for nothing, but was created by the wealthy families in and outside Nanjing whose properties were confiscated and whose heads were chopped off.

But Nanjing is Nanjing.

Southern Zhili and Zhejiang are another story.

Even if he had always wanted to reform the world and rebuild it, he would not dare to really let war break out between the two places.

That would be a big deal.

But Gao Hanwen also did his job to do his job.

Zhang Juzheng could only say softly, "I also know where the root of Jiangnan lies. It is nothing more than the local gentry who have been farming and studying for more than a hundred years. They have accumulated countless connections and saved countless money and grain. They have robbed the local people by trickery and brought disaster to the people. But if you really don't care and lead the army to kill, don't forget that the soldiers are passing through like a sieve, and what are the common people guilty of? Those gentry and powerful families who linger in the area will not sit and wait for death. By that time, I am afraid that you and I will no longer have to think about measuring the land, but will have to deal with the scene of war and smoke thousands of miles away in the two places."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Juzheng sighed deeply.

Or maybe I don’t have enough power at the moment.

If I were the Prime Minister of the Cabinet, I should carry out a major rectification of the administration of officials. First, I would remove and replace all the chief officials in Nanzhili and Zhejiang, and then I could launch a large-scale attack and crush them with an invincible force.

Think of this.

He couldn't help but look at Gao Hanwen in front of him, and actually compared him with the man surnamed Hai in his mind.

Although these two people have different personalities, but to me.

Both of them give me the same headache!
But why do I miss that guy named Hai again?
I don't know how that guy is doing in the Qing army in the Nine Borders. Based on his temper, he will probably be hated by everyone in the Nine Borders. But with Qi Jiguang and others around, I think nothing will happen to Hai himself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Juzheng couldn't help feeling a little relieved.

But Gao Hanwen in front of him snorted coldly, showing dissatisfaction.

This sneer and dissatisfaction were not directed at Zhang Juzheng.

Gao Hanwen spoke in a cold tone, revealing a murderous intent: "We are fed by the emperor and supported by the people of the world. How can we be timid because of the stubbornness of the nobles and gentry in the two places? Even if we allow them to be powerful everywhere, can we compare with the founding of the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhang Juzheng raised his eyebrows, worried: "What do you want to do?"

Gao Hanwen sneered and bowed to Zhang Juzheng.

"Brother, this is just a poem written by our great ancestor in the past."

Zhang Juzheng's eyebrows twitched, he already had a bad feeling.

Gao Hanwen also said loudly: "Kill all the millions of soldiers in Jiangnan, the sword on my waist is still bloody!"

After reciting the poem written by Emperor Taizu.

Gao Hanwen stretched out his hands and placed them on the table in front of Zhang Juzheng.

He looked at melancholy, "Brother Uncle, since Shaobao Yan has sent a letter, we don't need to worry about the worries in the court anymore. The things in Nanzhili and Jiangnan are the most important now. When Taizu faced millions of enemy soldiers in Jiangnan, he was not afraid at all. You and I now have support from above, justice in the middle, and troops below, so we should focus our efforts!"

After saying this, he lowered his head and looked at the opened letter placed in front of Zhang Juzheng.

He knew that it was Yan Shaoting who sent someone from the capital to deliver it.

But I haven't read the content of the letter yet.

Zhang Juzheng looked at this Gao Yanwang and could only sigh for a moment, then reached out and pressed on the letter and turned it over.

"as you wish."

"Just try to use some strength this time."

"I will issue an official document and send it to the navy and taxation offices to prepare for any eventuality. As for the rest..."

In this short moment, Gao Hanwen had already read the contents of the letter at a glance. His face was immediately filled with joy, and he patted the table and said, "Leave the rest to me!"

Gao Hanwen reached out and picked up the letter, then turned and looked outside the house.

It's sunny outside.

Water droplets form strings and fall from the eaves.

Ding ding dang dang, what a pleasant sound.

Gao Hanwen shouted softly and clenched his hands: "This time, I will make Jiangnan know what the king's law is!"

In his view, these upright gentry and wealthy families in Jiangnan were all people who had no regard for the law.

They should all be beheaded and confiscated! And behind him.

Zhang Juzheng looked at the tall figure in front of him, with a broad back and strong arms, and couldn't help but sigh silently.

Shaking his head, he could only follow what was written in the letter and began to write the memorial to be sent to the capital.

……

The second year of Longqing.

The sixth day of the first lunar month.

According to the ancestral system, all government offices in the two capitals and thirteen provinces must open their offices and take seals to start work in the new year.

The more tomorrow.

Yesterday, all civil and military officials in the capital entered the palace for the court meeting as per regulations.

Today, the six ministries, nine ministers and heads of various departments in the court are gathering in the Wenhua Hall for the audience.

Early.

Yan Shaoting, who had long been the Minister of Rites, also changed into his court robes and entered the palace on time with the officials and gathered in the Wenhua Hall.

But the emperor hasn't come yet.

In the Wenhua Hall, people were standing in groups of three or five, discussing things in a low voice. But they were just gossiping about how each family celebrated the New Year and other festivals recently, and whether there were men and women of the right age in the family who could put marriage on the agenda.

After all, in a few days, when it is the eleventh day of the first lunar month, according to the rule of Emperor Chengzu, there will be a full ten-day holiday.

That is why no one takes the first few days after the beginning of the year seriously.

Apart from military and national affairs, any matters in the court would basically be dealt with after the Lantern Festival.

It is precisely for this reason that the atmosphere in Wenhua Hall today seems quite relaxed.

This room.

Then he saw the Minister of War Yang Bo and the Minister of Personnel Guo Pu coming together and approaching Yan Shaoting.

Yang Bo smiled and looked ruddy, obviously having had a good year. He said with a smile: "In the past, Runwu came here for errands, but now he comes for an official position. In the past few years, Runwu has made countless contributions. There is really no one in the country who can match him."

Guo Pu also agreed with a smile: "With a few more years of hard work, he might be able to become the youngest cabinet minister in the Ming Dynasty."

If someone else said this, they would be a pure hermaphrodite.

On the other hand, Yang Bo and Guo Pu now have a harmonious relationship with the Yan family.

It's just a joke.

But there is some truth in the joke.

After all, Yan Shaoting is now the second-rank Minister of Rites, and he is also the prince's teacher. It is unprecedented that he takes the prince to cultivate the fields outside the Wenhua Palace.

Such qualifications are here.

Basically, entering the cabinet is a foregone conclusion, but now it really just takes some time, as Guo Pu said.

Yan Shaoting smiled and bowed in return: "You two really flatter me. After all, we are all working for the emperor. Regardless of whether it is Minister Guo or Minister Yang, they have made a lot of achievements in the court over the years. Once there is a change in the cabinet, I think the names of the two ministers will be included in the list when the court recommends them."

Say it.

He glanced towards a certain place in the hall.

Guo Pu and Yang Bo also looked over silently.

It was Cabinet Minister Li Chunfang, who was standing at the other end and talking in a low voice with a few people.

It seems to be sensing something.

Li Chunfang also looked over. After seeing Yan Shaoting, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared immediately. He continued to chat calmly with the people around him, waiting for the emperor to arrive.

This end.

Guo Pu smiled and said nothing.

Yang Bo whispered, "What are your plans for the Jinhang business?"

After saying this, the Minister of War, who was born in Jin and was the leader of the Jin Party, hurriedly began to explain.

"Although there are many people in Jin who exchanged some silver in Taiyuan this time, I immediately sent a letter to stop this matter when I heard the news, so even if there are some losses, it is not a big deal. If you have any plans, you should make them clear as soon as possible to avoid any unexpected events and let some people get too powerful."

Guo Pu spoke at this time: "Although I don't know what Runwu is going to do, I think it will definitely benefit the country. But the matter of the gold bank should be ended sooner. You must know that although the local people don't have much money and grain, if they also participate in this time, then these people and small families will probably suffer losses. Even if the matter is done, it is still not good after all."

Yan Shaoting nodded: "I know the interests involved, and this matter is indeed coming to an end soon."

After saying this, he searched the crowd and saw Hu Ruolin, the current Minister of Public Security.

The two looked at each other, nodded, and then looked away tacitly.

It is also at this time.

There was a noise outside the hall.

Not long after.

The current Ming Dynasty's Longqing Emperor Zhu Zaigui came with a happy face.

After entering the hall, everyone bowed and greeted the emperor.

Zhu Zaigui slowly settled down, scanned the area, and lingered on Yan Shaoting for a moment.

He was also somewhat curious. In order to suppress the Qingliu Old Party, what exactly did this guy want the gold bank to do? He actually lowered the price of silver to only 900 coins, and he didn't even tell him in advance.

If it weren't for their past relationship and his trustworthiness, the palace would have already looked into this matter.

"At the beginning of the new year, everything is renewed. Yesterday, the emperor was holding court, but all he did was gossip. Today is the first meeting of the year, and the Lantern Festival is coming soon. We should set the rules for this year early in the next few days."

The emperor spoke, which was also according to the convention, urging the cabinet and the six ministries and nine officials to determine what the top priorities of the two capitals and thirteen provinces of the Ming Dynasty should be this year.

It is also at this moment.

Hu Ruolin, the Minister of Public Security, who had already made eye contact with Yan Shaoting, immediately slipped out of the room holding his tablet.

He took out a memorial from his sleeve.

"Your Majesty, due to the New Year holidays, all the ministries and offices in the court have suspended their affairs, and the internal and external memorials have been delayed. This is the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, the Minister of Maritime Affairs, the Commander-in-Chief of the Southern Zhili Navy, the Inspector of the Tax and Military Office, and the Commissioner of Land Measurement in Southern Zhili and Zhejiang. Zhang Juzheng has come to the capital and has come to the Ministry of Public Administration. I will forward this memorial to you."

After saying this, Hu Ruolin bowed, held Zhang Juzheng's memorial in both hands, and took two steps forward.

Zhang Juzheng.

This familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar name of the court official suddenly appeared in their ears, arousing everyone's curiosity.

Guo Pu and Yang Bo, who had been chatting with Yan Shaoting earlier, glanced at the former quietly, as if they had smelled something unusual.

Li Chunfang, who was standing at the head of the civil servants, frowned slightly.

After all, he remembered Zhang Juzheng, who was now the person in charge of land measurement in Nanzhili and Zhejiang.

Zhu Zaigui was naturally also surprised. He had not expected that Zhang Juzheng would submit a memorial at this time. According to the time, it was sent from Jiangnan around the middle of the twelfth lunar month.

He immediately looked aside.

Lu Fang nodded and bent down, walked forward, took the memorial from Hu Ruolin's hand, and presented it to the emperor.

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