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295 Chapter 295 It's Dead (1)(2/2)

"Just by collecting grain and helping to collect taxes, they have made a lot of money!" Ruyu, Minister of the Ministry of War, was also among them, and said, "When I was participating in politics in Fujian, there was a Japanese pirate incident. The imperial court ordered the local chief minister to use troops, and the chief secretary

Allocate food and salary to the people below. Ha, the gentry below have been given double the amount! The extra money has gone into their own pockets!"

"So, it is virtuous policy to divide the land between farmers and farmers!" Bao Zhao hugged the tea cup, "It is also virtuous policy for the officials and gentry to share the food together!" He said, sighing, "The emperor is right, if this shortcoming is not corrected, the Ming Dynasty will be like this

Looks good on the outside, but rotten on the outside. The common people are still miserable, and the gentry are still fat!"

"It's cooked! It's fragrant!" Hou Yong ate the roasted potatoes and exhaled the heat, "Try them all!"

Immediately, seeing everyone picking up Hongshu, he continued, "A good policy is not afraid of distortion. At least it can be adjusted if it is distorted, but it is afraid of local violations! Such troubles in the capital are just the beginning. Locally...especially in the south

, the gentry and the officials are like brothers born from the same mother's womb, inseparable!"

"Haha!" He rarely said a bad word, and everyone around him laughed.

"It's the end of the new year. After the new year, it's February, and February is the spring of the exam!" Hou Yong said again, "You still have to be careful!"

"The emperor's intention is very obvious, arrest the big ones in the capital and let the small ones go!" Bao Zhao pondered, "What about the local level? Virtuous government is good government, but local stability is also of great importance. Li Zhigang, who does not recognize his relatives, is too afraid of death.

few!"

"I actually admire him a little!" Censor Yan Zhen sighed, "If I were put in his position, I would never have the courage!"

"Do you think it's a good thing?" Yang Jing glanced at him, "If you make a fuss now, you will clear up the order in the future!"

"When there is a commotion in the local area, there will definitely be many vacancies!" Hou Yong clapped his hands and then wiped them on his clothes, "I am in charge of the staff department, and people have started to send messages in the past two days!"

"Haha, there are so many smart people!" Baozhao said with a smile, "Who is it? Our Integrity Agency hasn't arrested anyone for a long time!"

"What kind of crime is it to recommend oneself?" Hou Yong glanced at him.

"I want to remind you to use caution!" Bao Zhao said coldly.

Hou Yong smiled and said, "The teacher's warning before he left has been ringing in my ears."

The teacher he mentioned was the late Wenhuadian University Scholar Ling Han.

"I've called a few of you here today because I want to say that you should all think about what the old man said!" Hou Yong blew into the tea bowl and whispered, "The Qingliu of the Southern School...can be defeated but will not fall...that's right.

We will not allow him to fall. Therefore, we cannot follow their tactics and trample on them desperately."

"Let's put all the grudges aside at this time. The top priority is to help the emperor sort out the new policy!" After saying that, Hou Yong put down the tea bowl, "Don't let your disciples make trouble down there!" At this point, he sighed, "It's a troubled year!
Chapter completed!
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