It's late at night.

Gao Ang and his wife were taken to the wing room by the palace maid and eunuch to rest. Instead, Fang Shiyu hugged Ma Shu and said, "Happy!"

"Happy? Your highness's fellow villager cannot be considered a commoner in Fengyang, right?" Ma Shu said in confusion.

Although Fang Shiyu called her to come and have a banquet, it seemed that everyone's identity was reduced and they had dinner with the common people. This was impossible in all dynasties.

But in the Ming Dynasty, it happened in the original history.

In the 20th year of Hongwu, there was a village that was probably Zhu Yuanzhang's fellow villager. Anyway, they took officials to Yingtian to file a lawsuit. After Zhu severely punished the corrupt officials, he held a banquet to entertain the people who were brave enough to complain. After verbally commended them, he also gave back money.

If Zhu Yuanzhang was born in a mud-legged manner, his starting line and his status were low, but after Zhu Yuanzhang conquered the world, from the generation of Zhu Biao, there were no more noble people in the Jiuzhou of China than their family.

What’s funny is that some people say that the Ming Dynasty’s disagreement was because Lao Zhu was born with a low status and looked down upon him. I really want to strangle him to death with the internet cable!!!

Did the Ming Dynasty really not get along with each other?

It is not absolute. Zhu Di and Zhu Yuanzhang both had concubines from other races, including Mongolians, semen, and Koreans. The so-called disagreement should be precisely because there were no princesses from the Ming Dynasty or the official enthronement of the princesses who went to other races to marry.

It is not the same thing as the woman who sleeps in another family and the woman who sleeps in another family.

Fang Shiyu smiled foolishly and said, "How can it be? Taizu's ancestral home is Fengyang. Of course, they are fellow villagers. But what is really happy is not that Fengyang's fellow villagers have really changed, but it is still the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty. The Qingliu of the lower-level officials is different from the Qingliu of the top-level officials."

Fang Shiyu is like a child, but there is no one else in this imperial garden, so she can really let go of herself.

Ma Shu said: "Your Highness is talking about Kuang Zhong? Hearing the Gao couple, Kuang Zhong is also a character, but this person doesn't seem to be a very good person, and he is not a serious imperial examination."

There was a Kuang Zhong in the original history, who had to be fabricated, and this person was quite magical. He served three prefects in Suzhou, and he was able to do it until the people didn’t let him leave. He was afraid that he would be promoted and not care about Suzhou. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a strange person!

"In the Ming Dynasty, there were no more people from the imperial examinations. The proportion of imperial examinations was decreasing, and the influence of Confucianism would also decrease. Kong Ne died this year."

Confucius' fifty-seventh generation grandson, the first Yanshenggong of the Ming Dynasty, the Ministry of Rites has been submitting a letter to Confucius's mansion, asking me to continue to enthrone Kong Ne's son Kong Gongjian as Yanshenggong."

"I refused."

Fang Shiyu sneered, and Ma Shu hesitated: "Why should your Highness refuse?"

"Hey, I'm talking so much, let's go to your palace to talk." He helped Ma Shu leave the Imperial Garden with a smirk.

The next morning, Fang Shiyu was dressed neatly and looked at Ma Shu lying on the bed and said, "But what else is there to be discomfort? I can answer you if I have anything wrong? Or anything else."

"Forget it, don't stay in the harem, go and do your business." Ma Shu muttered, lying on the bed without moving.

Fang Shiyu walked out of the palace, looked at the palace maid on duty beside her and said, "Take good care of her, don't make any mistakes."

The palace maid responded quickly. Seeing Fang Shiyu leaving, they dared to enter the room. They supported Ma Shu, who could no longer get up, and came to the dressing table and started taking care of themselves.

Fang Shiyu walked quickly and came to Wenhua Palace.

He glanced at Yang Yu and said, "Duke Liang has walked there?"

"Your Highness, Duke Liang has passed Zijing Pass and will arrive in Jingyang in another three days and go north to Ningxia. According to Duke Liang's march speed, in another thirteen days, you should be able to arrive from Ningxia in the four northwest city areas."

"The grain prices in Jiangnan have stabilized, but the grain prices in Beijing are rising rapidly. What about Xia Yuanji? Why don't you see others!" Fang Shiyu glanced at the crowd outside. Although there were a lot of people, he did not see the person he was looking for.

The Ming Dynasty was also at an extreme. The grain harvest in the south was not harvested. Now it has finally stabilized the grain prices in the south, and there has been a large reduction in grain production in the north.

If this continues, the Northern Expedition Army has already passed Juyong Pass and is heading northward. The daily grain expenditure is terrifying.

Yang Yu said: "Shangshu Xia should have gone to find a merchant to buy grain. The grain in Beijing has soared, and he is the one who is most anxious."

"It is related to people's livelihood and war. You must be anxious. If it really doesn't work, transport a batch of grain from Guanzhong to the north, and the Hanzhong is almost done to see if the grain from Shu can be transported out."

"Try to let Jiangnan and Zhili areas be able to starve people until next year's harvest. The Zhili Daily said it very clearly. The grain production in various places is reduced, and this is a big deal, isn't it spreading bad remarks."

Fang Shiyu gritted his teeth, and he made a Ming Empire Daily as an official newspaper to publicize and interpret the court's policies and promote the law.

On the contrary, many people in the people followed the trend and copied the rules to create Beijing Daily, Fengyang Daily, and Nanjing Daily.

It seems that all fifteen governors all have their own newspapers.

Although the local Ming Empire Daily Museum needs to make certain deletions, they need to obtain approval before they can be published.

However, the Ming Dynasty never used words to punish, and the Ming Dynasty's literary style was a bit off-the-scenes. If you hit the Golden Palace to death, you can leave your name in history and be remembered forever.

Telling the truth often becomes a way for some literati to climb the ladder.

The most annoying thing is that these newspapers and magazines actually found profitable projects. They repeatedly lowered the prices of newspapers, and then reported them in the newspapers 70% and advertised them 30% of them. The local newspapers and magazines that the people got were much cheaper than the Imperial Daily, and local newspapers and magazines made more money than the imperial court. From wherever they looked, it seemed that Fang Shiyu's own path was gone, and they were even ahead of him.

"Your Highness, although it is a bad remark, at least it is not a fabrication out of thin air and slandering the court. The minister believes that the court should not be cared about. As long as local newspapers and magazines grasp special matters and cannot rush to report sensitive matters, everything else can be done."

"Since Emperor Taizu, he has not been punished for his words."

"People talented people may not find out what is inadequate when discussing the new policy of the court. The ministers of the court also have negligence and carelessness. No one is perfect!"

After Yang Yu said that, he was waiting for Fang Shiyu's answer.

"Well, I'm too lazy to care anyway. The Empire Daily is the only official newspaper. If you ask someone to find Xia Yuanji, I have something to tell him."

Not long after Yang Yu went out, he found a minor official to find Xia Yuanji and returned to his seat. After all, he was the government master of this empire. He was not like the prime minister, but also like the prime minister.

Why is it not like the Prime Minister? The Prime Minister is a top civil servant, first-rank, and super-rank. Yang Yu is only a second-rank official, and the six ministers of the Ministry of Justice made Fang Shiyu mention the following rank.

The cabinet leads high-ranking departments to work with low-ranking ranks, and it will never develop into prime minister.

What's more, the cabinet is not the final say of one person. Two secondary assistants and eight cabinet ministers all have the power to formulate policies and coordinate the administration of the six ministries.

Two secondary assistants can be used to exterminate the chief assistant, and eight auxiliary ministers can also exterminate the secondary assistant. The primary assistant can kick the auxiliary minister out of the cabinet, but when he looks back, the emperor agrees, but he can't kick even if the emperor disagrees.

In the end, whoever enters the cabinet, the emperor has the final say, whoever becomes the chief minister, and the emperor has the final say, he can completely ignore the voices of the six ministries and ignore the voices of the cabinet. Once the term of office is over, whoever the emperor wants to be the chief minister will be able to sit on it.

As for the party struggles.

As long as civil officials cannot touch the military power, the more ruthless they fight within, the happier the emperor will be. Without military power, it cannot threaten the emperor at all. If the emperor wants to help, he can help the other side.

"I'm still worried about food?" Fang Shiyu looked at Xia Yuanji and said with a heavy expression.

Xia Yuanji was dejected and sighed, "Your Highness, the court wants to support 120 million people, and countless mouths are waiting for dinner. As the Minister of Revenue, I must be anxious."

"Yes, you must be anxious, but what's the point of being anxious? Can you turn food out of thin air?" Fang Shiyu said in a deep voice.

The empire's population grew rapidly, but except for the land in the intersection and Liaodong, the empire's land did not expand much.

Xia Yuanji sighed: "I really can't convert food out of thin air, but the military rations from the northwest and military rations from the north line, and the internal armed forces, will also be burdened by the court."

"One hundred thousand troops are expeditioning the north, tens of thousands of troops are expeditioning the west, and the southwest must prevent the rebellion of chieftains at any time, which is difficult for the weak ministers to do. The imperial court is too dense, the population is sparse in Liaodong, and the efficiency of immigration is extremely low when the site is transferred is extremely low.

A large number of people gathered in the south of the Yangtze River. Although the imperial court vigorously organized the migration, it had always achieved little success!" Xia Yuanji said helplessly.

If a large number of immigrants were immigrated earlier and most of the people in Jiangnan were removed, there would not be so many things.

Fang Shiyu said: "First transfer a batch of grain from Sichuan and Guanzhong to Beijing, increase policies to encourage immigration, and do this as fluently as possible."

Xia Yuanji said: "The food from Sichuan and Guanzhong?"

"Well, there is no other way for now. Let's pass this level first! Just hold on until next year!" Fang Shiyu sighed lightly, turned around and left Wenhua Palace.

Time flies, and the sun and the moon pass by.

The tides of the sea rise and fall, and inadvertently, time passes by, time does not exist, but it is everywhere, and it controls everything in this world.

No one, thing, or thing can withstand the invasion of time.

Before we knew it, the winter of the sixth year of Taishi was more than ten days earlier than before.

In the prosperous year of auspicious snow, heavy snow covered the entire imperial city. The construction of the outer city had already stopped, and the grain from Sichuan and Guanzhong was transported to the northwest and south of the Yangtze River.

The few remaining grains in Liaodong support the operation of the imperial capital in difficulty, and all the grains in the imperial capital were transported to the north. Heavy snow had covered the entire northern border, and the Northern Expedition Army still did not return.

In a chase battle, a non-fixed defense battle, the Ming army searched for the footprints of the Tatar Oirat on the snowy grassland, hoping to defeat it in one fell swoop.

Fang Shiyu stood at the door of Yangxin Hall, looked at the heavy snow in front of him, reached out to follow the snowflakes, and sighed: "It's hard for the people in the north. What should we do if there is such heavy snow?

Fang Shiyu's face was heavy. Not everyone could afford the wood in ancient times. Even if Fang Shiyu increased the salary of officials, many officials still did not have the financial resources to burn wood.

In the north, a bundle of wood can be sold for Qiguanbao, and the price is as high as grain.

"Your Highness, Jing Cifu is here to reconcile Cifu."

Fang Shiyu was wearing a big jacket, looking at the snowflakes in the yard, and imagining the battle situation in the northern border in his mind. In comparison, Liaodong had stabilized, and Li Jinglong also embarked on the way back to Beijing.

You should be able to arrive in the capital at the end of the year.

Deng Ming served as general in Liaodong and supervised the task of extermination of Urianha in Liaodong. Urianha had already run to the deep mountains and forests of Heihe to find them and eliminate them. Relatively speaking, it was still very difficult.

Hearing Wei Hongcai's voice, Fang Shiyu said suspiciously: "What are they doing at this time?"

He was slightly stunned and nodded slightly, "Let them come in when you come."

The palace gate of Qianqing Palace was closed tightly. As Fang Shiyu finished speaking, Wei Hong winked at the two little eunuchs next to him. Soon, Xie Jin and Jing Qing walked in.

He bowed and said, "See Your Highness."

The two of them said in unison, bent down and bowed.

Fang Shiyu clapped his hands, threw away the snowflakes on his hand, and said casually: "No gift."

"If you have something to do, come into the house and talk about it." Fang Shiyu looked at the two of them wearing single clothes. Although they were very thickly wrapped inside, the weather in the north was really unbearable.

What's more, Jing Qing and Xie Jin were originally from Jiangnan and could not stand the coldness of the north.

After stepping into the room, Fang Shiyu stood in the hall and said to Wei Hongcai beside him: "Go, light the stove, it's too cold in the room."

"No!" Wei Hongcai hurried out of the main palace, went to the side hall, took out black coal balls and dry firewood, and set up a stove in the hall of the Qianqing Palace.

As the stove was ignited, the air in the room gradually warmed up.

Fang Shiyu sat down, looked at Jing Qing and Xie Jin not far away, and asked, "You two come together? Is there anything wrong? Now we can say it!

"Report to Your Highness, after your highness's oral order, the Taizu's record has been completed. It took four years and three months to report." As he spoke, Jing Qing took out a document from his sleeve.

He presented it to Wei Hongcai with both hands.

When Wei Hongcai transferred the document to Fang Shiyu, Fang Shiyu just smiled, looked at the words in the document, and said, "Have you written them all?"

"I've written it, but there's one thing that I haven't known how to record."

Jing Qing shrugged. He had already sat in the position of the second auxiliary of the cabinet, with absolute power and a high-ranking minister. What he wanted was not higher power or countless wealth. Perhaps he just wanted to calm himself down.
To be continued...