Chapter 95 The fourth round of buying flower pots to pet eunuchs playing tricks and negotiating memorials, the little emperor was angry

Waking up early in the morning, Emperor Wanli Zhu Yijun yawned continuously, as if he had stayed up all night.It's no wonder that most people who are new bridegrooms can't wait for the dark in the first few days. When it gets dark, they can't wait to take off their clothes and go to bed, and hate the dawn too early.Idiot men complain about women and firewood, if they don’t make trouble several times a night, what is it called harmony? Although Zhu Yijun is a dragon species, his emotions and desires are no different from ordinary people. In addition, he is usually disciplined too strictly by Queen Mother Li. Before the wedding, he was really "indecent Don't see, don't listen to evil."Once the ban is lifted now, he can truly taste the joy of diving into the abyss and flying for nine days.As soon as he smells the fragrance of powder and daisy, and touches the greasy skin, his desire will burst into flames: no, in the early morning light, he can hear the sound of boots slapping in the corridor, and he knows it's shouting. The servant who got up arrived, rubbed his eyes and was about to get up, but one hand accidentally touched the queen's plump breasts like lotus pods, he couldn't hold back for a while, and rolled over and pressed on the queen.

Queen Wang, whose actual age is only sixteen years old, is shy and shy by nature. Seeing that the emperor is going to do this "ugly thing" at dawn, she is very shy and stops her: "If the servant barges in, it will look so indecent:" The more she pushed, the more urgent Zhu Yijun's request became. He plowed the clouds and sowed the rain swiftly, and said excitedly: "I have played this game, and my body is healthy all day:" The two stopped talking, and twisted into a ball in the slippery brocade quilt.At the beginning, Empress Wang was coping, but later she couldn't help moaning and groaning all over her body, she hugged Zhu Yijun's waist tightly with her two slender hands, and cried out with emotion: "I want it. I want it!"

The two of them were enjoying themselves, when they heard outside the window, a palace attendant knocked on the wooden clapper three times, shouting loudly: "Respectfully, Your Majesty, wake up—" According to the rules in the palace, the time for the emperor to get up on a regular day is at three quarters of Yin time.If you don't go to court, you will get up at the time of the first hand in Maoshi.Regardless of wind, frost, rain, snow, spring, summer, autumn and winter, this time cannot be changed.Zhu Yijun was only eleven years old when he came to the throne, and he was still completely unable to take care of himself. His biological mother, Empress Dowager Li, lived with him in the Qianqing Palace to take care of him.It was the time for the young boy to snooze, but Empress Dowager Li never allowed her son to sleep in. Except for allowing her son to sleep for an extra half an hour during the Spring Festival, he usually had to get up on time.After Zhu Yijun's wedding date was set, it was difficult for Mrs. Li to live in the Qianqing Palace, so she moved back to the Compassionate Palace one month in advance.Zhu Yijun stayed alone in the Qianqing Palace, but he was also not free.One is that the rules in the palace cannot be changed, and the other is that when Empress Dowager Li moved out of the Qianqing Palace, she specially found Zhang Juzheng and Feng Bao, and asked them to replace her to strictly control the emperor, and not allow the emperor to have the slightest desire to play verses and slack off in political affairs .Because of this, the servant always came to knock on the bang every day to wake him up.

After knocking on the bang and shouting, within a short while, a maid from the Qianqing Palace, who was in charge of dressing the emperor and the queen, came in and tidied up the room for them.Therefore, as soon as Zhu Yijun heard the sharp voice calling for the servant in the bed, Zhu Yijun felt nervous, and hastily withdrew his troops, lay down with the empress in order, and waited for the maids to come in. Today is not a day for the court. After Zhu Yijun and his wife got up, dressed and washed, they both went to the two palaces of Cining and Ciqing to say good morning to the two empress dowagers—this is an essential homework.After coming back to eat breakfast, the day's study and political affairs began again step by step.

As soon as he turned over the Chen card, Zhu Yijun left Qianqing Palace on time and walked towards Xinuang Pavilion.At this time, his personal servant Sun Hai was waiting in the corridor, looking overjoyed. "Sun Hai, seeing your smiling face, what's going on?" Seeing the emperor's question, Sun Hai's waist softened, and he bowed his body and replied: "Go back to Lord Long Live, the slave has done what you ordered the servant to do." "what's up?" "The flower pots of the Junzhou Kiln:" After this reminder, Zhu Yijun immediately remembered: Yesterday, the fireworks planter in the imperial garden brought several pots of peonies to the Qianqing Palace, and one of the green peonies was extremely rare.At this time, the flowers were about to bloom, and the petals were as green as emeralds. Zhu Yijun loved it very much.Staring at it for a long time, he sighed: "This flower is really beautiful, but it's a pity that the pot for planting it is too bad." Sun Hai replied: "Long live Lord is right. As the saying goes, good flowers are placed on cow dung. It is an extremely vulgar thing: this pot looks like cow dung to my servant." Zhu Yijun said: "You pass the order to the Imperial Garden. Change this flower pot." Sun Hai swallowed a mouthful of saliva and replied: "The pot of the Imperial Garden , are all fired and transported from Jingdezhen, how can there be any good ones. If you want to change it, you have to change it to Junci from the Song Dynasty: ""Junci," Zhu Yijun's eyes lit up, "I heard that the kiln changes of Junci are the most precious. It's an antique, where can I pull it out?" Sun Hai smiled treacherously: "Yes, there is. In an antique shop on Qipan Street, the servant saw a large red kiln flower pot that was evenly kiln. If I bought it to match this green peony, it would be really cool. It's a good match, but it's a bit more expensive." "How much money?" Zhu Yijun asked.Sun Hai replied: "My servant asked, the store wants two hundred taels of silver." Zhu Yijun thought to himself: "It's not expensive to buy a Junyao antique flower pot for two hundred taels of silver." He was willing, but he said: "There is no one-size-fits-all price in business. You go and bargain with the store, and you can drop as much as you can." Sun Hai replied: "Long live, you give me a reserve price, and the slave will go to grind with the store." Grind your lips and see if we can talk about it." Zhu Yijun thought for a while and said, "I can only pay one hundred and fifty taels of silver at most, you go and talk, if the negotiation goes on, I will reward you with another ten taels of silver." Sun Hai immediately led die.

Now, hearing that Sun Hai has brought back the flowerpot, Zhu Yijun was full of joy and hurriedly asked: "Where's the flower pot?" "In the Xinuang Pavilion, green peonies were also planted." Zhu Yijun followed Sun Hai into the Xinuang Pavilion, and saw the flower pot was placed on the pineapple flower stand next to the big copy.This flower pot is about one foot and eight inches wide, and the whole body is scarlet red. The warp wire after kiln transformation reveals the warm larvae blue.Zhu Yijun just picks his ears to know a little knowledge about kiln porcelain, but if he goes a little deeper, he is still a layman.But this piece of Junci is different after all, he likes it very much when he saw it, he stroked the flower pot and asked:

"Sun Hai, how much money did you buy it for?" "Go back to the Lord Long Live, the slave will follow the will, and the real pattern will be one hundred and fifty taels of silver." "How about it, let's talk about business," Zhu Yijun said proudly, "The businessman has a dark heart, if he doesn't bargain, wouldn't he make an extra fifty taels of silver for nothing." Sun Hai is a good monkey, yesterday he urged the emperor to buy the flowerpots of Jun Kiln, and he planned to make a handful of black money.He had gone to look for the price of that basin long ago, and the shopkeeper quoted thirty taels of silver, but he told the emperor two hundred taels.The base price offered by the emperor was one hundred and fifty taels, plus ten taels of silver reward.According to the emperor's will, he went to the inner court treasury to get one hundred and sixty taels of silver. In fact, he only spent twenty taels to buy this flowerpot back.Not only did he make a net profit of one hundred and forty taels of silver by doing this little errand, but he was also praised by the emperor. Sun Hai was so happy that he laughed so hard that the corners of his mouth were pulled to the base of his ears.

"Long Live Lord is so wise," Sun Hai flattered, "I went to the antique shop according to the order of Long Live Lord, and reported the price to the store owner. When he saw that I wanted to buy it, he refused to lower the price. The slave deliberately pretended to be angry. He said, "If you don't want to lower the price, I will go to another mound. Junyao's flower pots are not only owned by your family." He said and left. The business of one hundred and fifty taels of silver can be regarded as a big deal How could the shopkeeper let it go so easily? The shopkeeper kicked me out again and forced me to go back. I lost a lot of care and asked me to add a little more. I shook my head like a shopkeeper and gritted my teeth. , if you refuse to sell, I will leave.' The shopkeeper had no choice but to agree to the slave's offer. One hundred and fifty taels of silver, and take back this top-quality flowerpot from Junyao."

Zhu Yijun was very happy to hear Sun Haixin's nonsense about the transaction process, and praised casually: "I can't see that you, Sun Hai, can still do business. If you have a chance in the future, if you encounter a suitable job for the inner court to purchase, I will entrust you once." "Thank you, Long Live." Sun Hai was so happy that his lips seemed to be coated with honey. "Actually, this skill of a slave was not trained by Long Live. As the saying goes, sticks are hung on the side of the road. You can learn to speak even if you are young, and the slave has been with the Long Live Lord for six years, no matter how stupid a person is, he will be enlightened."

Zhu Yijun smiled until his eyes narrowed. While stroking the emerald green petals of the green peony with his hands, he asked: "I heard that there are thousands of shops on Qipan Street?" "Isn't that true, Long live you haven't been there?" "How can I walk around casually," Zhu Yijun said with a sigh, "My Ninth Five-Year Supreme, apart from going to the Temple of Heaven to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, and to the Xiannong Altar to show farming and pray for rain, how can I usually leave the Forbidden City casually." "Don't talk about other places, just this Qipan Street, Long Live Lord, you really should go and see, the people all over the world praise you Long Live Lord, after you ascended the throne, the world will be peaceful, Wufu and people will be abundant. You Long Live Lord himself does not know how peaceful it is. .”

"Yes," Zhu Yijun raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the Meridian Gate, and said enviously, "Sun Hai, I say that I am the emperor, and the world is mine, but what really belongs to me is this palm-sized area in the Forbidden City." Speaking of this, I am not as good as a slave like you, who can freely enter and leave the Forbidden City and see the benefits of the outside world." Although Sun Hai was envious of the emperor's wealth and majesty, he also sympathized with his life of "charging the land into a prison".So he blinked his little eyes and came up with an idea: "Long live, why don't you take advantage of one night, and the servant will take you out to play on Qipan Street?" Zhu Yijun's heart moved, he thought for a while and said: "How can this be done, you don't know that the queen mother has a big companion, how many pairs of eyes are staring at me!" "That's true," Sun Hai wanted to make the emperor happy, he thought about it with his bulging cheeks, and said another idea, "Why don't we move Qipan Street to the Forbidden City." "It's crazy again, how can a street move in." "It's not really moving the house on Qipan Street, it's moving business." "what?" "In our Forbidden City, there are tens of thousands of fire attendants in the 24th Bureau of Prisons, and the maids of the six female bureaus. Choose a day and let them be like going to a market outside. There are both sellers and buyers. Stuff. Everyone is having fun, and the emperor just took this opportunity to appreciate the customs and business of Qipan Street, and train us slaves." "Huh? That's a good idea." Zhu Yijun's eyes lit up, "This is not only fun, but also meaningful. After I go to play Ming's mother, maybe she will agree." When the two were talking, they saw the door curtain sway, and Feng Bao stepped into the door holding the folding box in both hands. "Big companion!" Zhu Yijun shouted respectfully.For some reason, he was always afraid of this doughy old man. When Feng Bao saw Zhu Yijun and Sun Hai beaming, he felt unhappy.In front of the emperor, he reprimanded Sun Hai: "Look at you like this. You have no bones in your body. How decent are you to smile in front of the Long Live God!" Sun Hai hated Feng Bao in his heart, but was afraid of his authority. After scolding, he didn't dare to say a word, and retreated resentfully. Every morning, as soon as the hour passed, Feng Bao would go to Xinuang Pavilion on time, and sort out the important memorial documents sent by the Secretary of the General Administration to the Supervisor of Rituals, and present them to the Emperor for his review.As soon as Sun Hai left, Feng Bao put the folding box on the big copy. Zhu Yijun glanced at it and asked lazily: "What's the big deal today?" "There are three most important things, and the old slave has written the abbreviations." Feng Bao said, and took out three memorials from the box and presented them to him. Zhu Yijun, who was sitting behind the copywriting, took it and went through it: the first copy was an inscription submitted by Shandong governor Yang Ben'an, and it was about the sacrament of Yan Shenggong's entrance to Beijing.Ever since Emperor Yongle established his capital in Beijing, the imperial court, at the request of Duke Yansheng at that time, allowed him to go to Beijing to see the emperor once a year.Yang Ben'an presented in the inscription that the sixty-fourth generation of Yan Shenggong borrowed the opportunity of visiting Beijing to face the holy every year, bringing a large number of people, and selling private goods along the way on horseback. So many people lived in the same house. It took half a year to dawdle at the post station without spending money, and the travel expenses were all provided by the government, but the income from doing business along the way was full of private pockets, so the impact of disturbing the officials and the people was bad.Yang Ben'an suggested changing Yan Shenggong's visit to Beijing once a year to once every three years, and limiting each round trip to no more than three months, with no more than 30 people in his entourage, and prohibiting his business transactions so as not to humiliate the gentleman; the second excerpt It is the official book of the Nanjing Ministry of Household Affairs, detailing the income from the Zilitian tax and silver collection in Nanzhili last year; the third book is the inscription of Pan Jixun, the new Governor of Caohe, requesting the imperial court to allocate funds for the excavation of the Changlu 20-mile river channel to divert the Huaihe River. canal. After Zhu Yijun read the booklet, he first picked up Yang Ben'an's copy and asked Feng Bao, "What kind of private goods does this Yansheng Gong sell along the way?" "The old slave doesn't know much about the details. I heard that they are all produced in the Lai Mansion. There are dates in the Confucian Mansion, which are made into candied dates. The sorghum is also harvested a year. It is used to make wine and can be sold a lot a year. money." "After the sage Kong, he did business instead of making a fuss. This is indeed as Yang Ben'an said, and it is disgraceful to the gentlemen." Speaking of this, Zhu Yijun remembered Sun Hai's purchase of flower pots, and added, "Of course, the world is seventy Second line, doing business is also counted as one line. It is understandable for ordinary people to do it, but it is wrong for Yan Shenggong to do it.” "What the emperor said is very true." "Last winter, Mr. Zhang met me on the platform and talked about things in Shandong. This Yansheng Gong not only took the opportunity to do business in Beijing, but also concealed a lot of private land. Mr. Zhang took the lead in clearing Zhang's land in Shandong, because Yan Shenggong and Yang Wuhou, two powerful families, occupied too much land and stole a lot of land tax." "The old slave guessed that Yang Ben'an must have received Zhang Juzheng's instruction before he entered this book. First, he changed the rule that Yan Shenggong went to Beijing to meet the emperor, and changed it to three years in one year. It would be a big blow to Yan Shenggong. .” "how do I say this?" "Yan Shenggong went to Beijing to meet the emperor last year. If the emperor approves Yang Ben'an's suggestion, Yan Shenggong will not come to Beijing this year and next two years, and Yang Ben'an will sternly investigate his private land. Even if Yan Shenggong wants to see the emperor face to face Complaining about suffering and complaining about being wronged, there is no chance." After careful consideration, Zhu Yijun felt that Feng Bao's analysis made sense, so he couldn't help laughing: "This Mr. Zhang does everything seamlessly, and everything is intertwined. There is nothing he can't do that he wants to do." For so many years, although Feng Bao and Zhang Juzheng had some bumps in small things, they always cooperated tacitly in big things.At this time, he took the opportunity to play: "It's really the emperor's blessing that the Queen Mother chose Mr. Zhang to preside over the cabinet." "Well," Zhu Yijun nodded, and continued, "Yang Ben'an's title copy, in my opinion, is approved by him, and it will be sent to the cabinet for drafting." "Yes, what about the second scripture?" "You mean the one from the Nanjing Ministry of Household Affairs." Zhu Yijun picked up the second booklet and flipped through it, and asked, "Master Zhang, Mr. Zhang proposed to levy a tax on the whole country's grain farms. How much did you collect last year?" "From the memorial of the Nanjing Ministry of Household Affairs, we know that Nanzhili alone has increased more than 900,000 taels of tax silver." "Why did the Nanjing Ministry of Households issue this booklet alone?" "The old slave heard that most of the powerful households in Nanzhili were after the founding heroes, and they levied taxes on Zilitian to oppose You Lie. The taxes of the state capitals in Nanzhili have always been collected by the Nanjing household department. Guo Tan, Minister of the Ministry, felt that it would be too difficult to levy a small tax on Zilitian, so he was afraid and asked to be resigned." "I remember this. Last April, we listened to Mr. Zhang's suggestion and allowed Guo Tan to leave his post and return home, and agreed to Yin Zhengmao, Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, to take over the post." "This Yin Zhengmao is highly valued by Mr. Zhang," Feng Bao said, shaking his head and smiling, looking at Zhu Yijun, and praised, "It's no wonder, Yin Zhengmao is indeed a rare talent. Libo County, Guangxi suppressed bandits, and Li Yan suppressed three In 1999, the bandits were suppressed from 10,000 to 100,000. As soon as Yin Zhengmao took office, he captured the bandit leader alive. He went to Nanjing to serve as the Minister of the Household Department. The rich and powerful family invited them here, entertained them with good wine and good dishes, and they were full of food and drink. They spread out paper, pens, inkstones and inkstones on the spot, and asked everyone to make a written statement to claim the tax quota of Zilitian under their names: Someone knew that Yin Zhengmao turned his face and refused to recognize anyone. Some people don't believe in evil, throw away their pens, and try to slap their ass and leave. I'm sorry, Yin Zhengmao gave an order, and a large group of soldiers immediately rushed out to surround these hairpin nobles. Yin Zhengmao He twisted his face and turned into Hades. He said viciously, "It is the emperor's idea to levy taxes in Zilitian. I, Yin, enforce the law for the emperor. If any of you dare to be presumptuous, don't blame me for being rude to him. The prince breaks the law and the common people are the same crime. Your name No matter how big your head is, you are still a subject of the emperor. Whoever refuses to pay the tax in Zilitian, I will seal his house. I, Yin, have dealt with bandits for so many years, who am I afraid of?" After finishing speaking, he walked away. Lock the big troublemakers in those two big rooms, and give each meal only a small bowl of moldy brown rice and a scoop of old cabbage with salt and no oil. How can these well-clothed people bear such a situation? Torture? Within three days, everyone obediently signed and pledged. It turned out that according to the statistics of the Beijing Ministry of Household Affairs, it would be very good to collect 700,000 taels of Zilitian tax in Nanzhili. More than nine hundred thousand taels." "This Yin Zhengmao really has two talents," Zhu Yijun's eyes flashed, and he said with emotion, "Mr. Zhang used two household ministers, Yin Zhengmao in the south and Wang Chonggu in the north, both of whom were governors who led troops to fight. This kind of person is murderous in his work. Teng Teng, and only such a person can manage money for the country." "That's right," Feng Bao swallowed, and said, "This old slave guesses that Yin Zhengmao's excerpt is firstly to show his merits, and secondly, it's to stuff people's mouths." "how do I say this?" "In order to collect taxes, Yin Zhengmao almost offended the powerful and powerful households in Nanzhili. He also knows the consequences. If the emperor rewards him for this matter, it will be tantamount to exonerating him." "That's true," Zhu Yijun nodded slightly, and ordered, "Dear companion, let the cabinet draft a few words of commendation according to what you said, and don't praise too much, so that the relatives will feel chilled. " "yes." Zhu Yijun then picked up the third brochure and asked Feng Bao: "Pan Jixun's request for funding, but is it routine within the budget?" "No, it's a new appropriation." "Since it's a new addition, let's hold it back for a while, and deal with it after Mr. Zhang comes back." "Long live, I'm afraid this won't work." "Why?" "Treatment of the river is a big matter. If we wait for a few months, I'm afraid it will be delayed." "Then what to do?" "May I ask the cabinet to draw up a vote first, and the emperor will make a decision later:" "No," Zhu Yijun immediately objected. "The four ministers in the current cabinet, two new and two old, who has the ability to handle alone? They can handle small things, but Mr. Zhang has to decide on big things. Yesterday, The Ministry of Rites asked for instructions on the reception of North Korean envoys. Lu Tiaoyang approved a "follow the usual practice". This draft ticket is not the same as the draft? Regular, what is the regular procedure? Envoys such as Qiushang are very different. How can your routine be a routine? If Mr. Zhang drafted it, it would not be so empty. He would explain how to receive, how to give a banquet, how to give gifts, etc. Chu, we will know how to deal with it when we look at it. Lu Tiaoyang is good. He said dryly, "According to the usual practice", he would not worry, but it would be hard for me, the emperor: From my point of view, these cabinet ministers, Just do little things.” Zhu Yijun moved the gourd root as well, and became angry while talking.Feng Bao also climbed along his pole and said: "Lv Tiaoyang is knowledgeable, but he is pedantic." "It's just pedantry, it's confusion. You go to the cabinet to pass on our will. When Mr. Zhang returns home to bury his father, he should wait for him to come back to make a decision. If you really can't wait, you will send it to him six hundred miles away." "This method is good, Your Majesty is wise." Feng Bao knew in his heart that the emperor was used to relying on Zhang Juzheng, like a person who relies on a cane to walk, now without the cane, he can't walk.But this can't be said clearly, it will hurt the emperor's self-esteem.Therefore, he can only praise "the emperor is wise".The emperor believed that he was really wise, and continued to add: "An excerpt like Pan Jixun's is a big deal, so it should be passed on to Mr. Zhang immediately, and passed on whenever he arrives, without delay." "This old slave will handle it immediately," Feng Bao thought for a while, and then said, "It is beneficial to the emperor and the court to have Mr. Zhang present his affairs at any time, but there is also a problem that needs to be resolved." "what is the problem:" "Mr. Zhang can't take the seal of the cabinet with him on the road. If he doesn't have the seal, the postal post along the way will handle it as the usual government transfer. Wouldn't it be a waste of time?" "That's true." Zhu Yijun was thinking quickly about these trivial matters, and said immediately, "I gave Mr. Zhang a silver seal, and anyone who stamps this seal will be a secret message that will be passed on to me directly. without delay." "It's so good." After talking about business for a long time, Zhu Yijun, who was sitting upright behind the desk, was a little tired, so he stood up now, and walked around the pavilion to stretch.Long ago, Xinuang Pavilion promised Wang Konger to bring some refreshments.Zhu Yijun drank a small bowl of lotus seed soup and gave Feng Bao a bowl as well.After drinking tea, it was almost half the time, and the warm spring sunshine shone through the window lattice and shone on the green peony, making it feel more green and lovely.Zhu Yijun pointed to the green peony and asked Feng Bao: "Big companion, is this flower pretty?" "It's beautiful," Feng Bao actually saw this green peony when he walked into Xinuange. What he paid attention to was not the flower, but the pot where the flower was planted.At this time, he reached out to touch the flower pot, and said with a smile, "The flower is good, and the pot is better." "My friend has a good eye," Zhu Yijun said with a smile, "I bought this Junyao basin from an antique shop on Qipan Street." "Who bought it?" "Sun Hai." "Ah, this old servant just wanted to ask something. Yesterday, Sun Hai went to the inner treasury to collect one hundred and sixty taels of silver. He only said that the emperor wanted it, but he refused to say what to do with it. Buy this pot." "This pot is a rare antique. It is planted with green peonies and placed in the Xinuang Pavilion, which adds a lot of color." "It's good, it's just that there is not enough money in the treasure bank." "I didn't spend much money, why not enough?" Seeing Zhu Yijun's suspicious expression, Feng Bao had no choice but to patiently explain: the money in the treasury belongs to the emperor's private money, and its source is mainly from some taxpayers in Huangzhuang and mines. For example, gold, silver, copper and tin mines in various places are all sent by the emperor. The eunuch went to sit in town to supervise and collect taxes.In recent years, although a large number of mines have been opened in various places, the income is very small, and the tax and silver income have been greatly reduced. In addition, Baohedian, the largest depositor of the treasure bank, was assigned to the Queen Mother Li's name the year before last.Therefore, the annual income of the treasure bank is only about a few hundred thousand taels of silver.The money was used by the emperor as money for the concubine's makeup, rewards for servants around him and other small expenses.A few years ago, Zhu Yijun was young and didn't know how to spend money.Therefore, it doesn't matter if there is more or less input in the banknote inventory.In the past two years, the emperor has learned how to spend money. Although he has no concubines yet, he spends every day on buying things for his servants, which immediately seems to be insufficient. After listening to Feng Bao's explanation, the boss Zhu Yijun was not happy, and muttered: "Could it be that the money I spend can only be withdrawn from the treasure bank?" "Yes," Feng Bao replied cautiously, "this is the rule passed down by the elders. Emperor Wu Zong is the most generous spender, and rewards people when he is happy. The money in the treasury is only enough for him to pay for half a year." "What about the remaining half a year?" "It's not about borrowing everywhere, trying to find a way to expand the income of the treasure bank." "Can't he order to transfer Taicang Bank?" "Taicang silver is the national treasury, and its silver taels are used for national affairs such as the salaries of military, water transportation, school officials, etc. It is not easy to transfer money casually. Every time a sum of silver taels is transferred, there must be a legitimate reason. When your father, Emperor Longqing, made an order to transfer One hundred thousand taels of Taicang silver was used to make head and face jewelry for concubines, which resulted in strong opposition from all officials, and Ma Sen, the Minister of the Household Department, resigned angrily." "So, as an emperor, there are restrictions on spending money?" "yes." "Then Mr. Zhang has carried out financial reforms in recent years, and the revenue of the treasury has increased significantly. Now there are several million taels of silver in Taicang. We, the emperor, have no right to use it?" "It's not that you don't have the right to use it, but that you have a name." "Now go to the cabinet to deliver an order to transfer 200,000 taels of silver from Taicang to the treasure bank." "In what name?" "The title," Zhu Yijun said angrily, blinking his eyes, "After I got married, I haven't given alms to a servant in the palace yet." Feng Bao suddenly smiled like a Maitreya Buddha: "Long live Lord, the reason is justified." He is a master who loves money as much as his life. The emperor changed ways to get money, and he happened to make extra money from it. How could he not be unhappy? He resigned immediately. After seeing the emperor, he went back to the duty room of the Ceremony Supervisor, planning along the way how to pass the decree to the cabinet.