late at night.
The lights in the Ganqing Palace were still brightly lit.
On the emperor's desk, the memorials and books are still piled up like mountains.
With the flashing candlelight, the emperor still focused on reading and stating these memorials and account books.
Wang Wuli was on the side, hesitated for a while, but walked up to him and whispered:
"Your Majesty, it's already midnight, it's time for you to rest."
"knew."
The emperor nodded, then, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Wang Wu standing beside him: "Don't stand here, let them all retreat."
"The old slave obeys the order."
Seeing this, Wang Wu did not dare to say much, and bowed to the emperor and then left.
As the eunuchs left, the emperor buried his head in the mountains of memorials and accounts.
As time passes by little by little, the figures of candlelight are still focusing on reading and stating state affairs.
The memorial book on the desktop also slowly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
I don’t know when, after reading the last volume of the memorial, the emperor came to his senses from the state affairs and glanced at the bright sky outside the hall. The emperor let out a long sigh, but his expression was a bit unspeakable.
He finally knew why Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, deposed the prime minister and took all the power on him.
Perhaps it is to avoid threatening the imperial power and to consolidate power for the emperor.
But more of it should be his mentality after ascending the throne.
The bureaucratic class is extremely decayed, and officials protect each other, which is completely embarrassing. No matter how many or strict he kills, perhaps those officials already think they have done a good job, but in his eyes, it is still far from enough.
The bureaucratic class is useless and does not trust the bureaucratic class. No matter what, he is not at ease without his understanding and instructions.
There are nearly a thousand counties and hundreds of garrisons in Daheng, and there are an average of five or six hundred books per day.
Many things seem to be trivial matters, but what can be handed over to the court, how can it be trivial matters!
If the current land population is inspected in various places, if the previous practice is based on the preface, it will be summarized into a book at most at the Ministry of Revenue level. The cabinet may have just given a message. When it comes to the emperor, it may be just a number.
But he had worked so hard that these things would not be relieved if he had not truly taken his hands.
A mu of land is insignificant, but it may be related to the fate of a family.
Even if a county only misses one acre of land, nearly a thousand counties have nearly a thousand acres of land, and there are thousands of stones of grain a year!
How many people can be supported by thousands of stones of food?
He has done everything he can do, and the rest can only be watched by himself and as much as possible.
Perhaps Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, had the same mentality he now...
It is difficult to start a business, it is even more difficult to maintain a business, and it is even more difficult to continue your foundation!
I don’t feel sorry for selling my son’s land. One day, Daheng will inevitably have a foolish monarch who will squander the foundation he has left behind through hard work...
All kinds of thoughts flowed, and the emperor let out a long sigh, and he couldn't hide his sigh in his heart.
"Your Majesty, you haven't slept for another night?"
Li Yue'er walked to the side of the emperor's table with a bowl of porridge, then walked to the onion fingers and rubbed the emperor's head gently.
"Why are you here, beloved?"
The emperor leaned on the back of the chair and squinted his eyes.
"I heard that you have not slept for another night by Your Majesty. Thinking that you are so hard on your Majesty, I cooked some porridge and brought it to Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty, although the state affairs are serious, you have to cherish your health. Eunuch Wang said that during this period, you only slept lightly for one or two hours every day, which is too much of a physical condition..."
"This period of time is too important, it is related to the fate of Daheng. If I relax a little, that is a huge hidden danger..."
Li Yue'er pursed her lips and said nothing more, and continued to gently press and pinch the emperor.
"What are the little guys doing recently?"
"It's still the same as before. A few brothers are running around, running around without any formality."
The emperor raised his lips slightly: "It's all children, let them play. In another year or two, I will find some people to teach them how to read and read."
"My prince will take the lead in the future..."
Hearing this, Li Yue'er's hand trembled and hesitated for a while, but in the end she didn't dare to ask more questions.
The emperor seemed to have not noticed it and was still enjoying it like this.
Outside the hall, Wang Wu hurried over, but when he saw the scene in the hall, he immediately retreated carefully to the hall.
The emperor opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Wang Wu standing outside the hall, and slowly spoke: "What's the matter? Come in and talk."
Hearing this, Wang Wu hurriedly walked in, bowed to the emperor, and bowed to Li Yue'er, and then stepped forward and handed a memorial to the emperor: "Your Majesty, this is an urgent note delivered by the Martial Arts Academy."
The emperor sat up and his expression became solemn. When he took the memorial, he looked at it, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.
"Okay! OK! OK!"
The emperor said three times in a row, and stood up suddenly, without any concealment of his joy.
"Set up and go to the Martial Arts Academy!"
"I'll go now."
...
At this time, in the engineering department of the Martial Arts Academy, students gathered around a gray-white ground, talking about each other and expressing their opinions.
"I think the grinding texture of the raw materials is not fine enough. If the raw materials can be more delicate, the strength of this cement should be improved a little further."
"If grinding, it is difficult to improve in a short time. Unless the grinding method can be changed, the existing conditions cannot change the grinding method..."
"The cement texture cannot be improved for the time being, so maybe the proportion of sand, gravel and cement can be adjusted."
"Isn't it a test before? Different proportions of sand, gravel and cement require water. The texture of this concrete is also different..."
"I think you can try to change the bamboo sheets and try it. If the iron frame is, the texture is stronger than the bamboo frame..."
"No, concrete is currently mainly for large-scale road construction. If you use iron, the cost will be too high."
"If it is used in urban defense, it should be pretty good to use iron as a skeleton on a small scale."
The students argued with each other, but the only people in power, the priest of the Wu Academy, were completely ignored by the students. Several of them stood beside the concrete, looking left and right, and were like an outsider.
Although they were in charge of the Martial Arts Academy, they never dared to take care of this engineering department too much.
The students in engineering, one by one, were all named by the emperor, and they were all like treasures.
They never care about what official they are. If they don’t give them face, they can only bear it.
However, they didn't care about these things now. Several people were thinking about this concrete with excitement.
They all came from the army, so naturally they understood the huge effect of this concrete!
Roads, city defenses, embankments, houses...
Chapter completed!