Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Feng Ying Ku is located to the west of the Imperial City, and several miles away in the Forbidden City. Sitting in the warm East Warm Pavilion of Kunning Palace, Xia Yuan explained the warm and humid air flow again.

Yesterday, the Ministry of Household Affairs issued an official document: At noon today, all officials in the capital below the fourth rank can go to Fengying Treasury to collect their salary arrears.

After hearing the news, he felt a little relieved and planned to run to get it at noon.

But when it was almost noon, the emperor summoned him to Kunning Palace, and he came to tell his wife about this warm and humid air current.

Is this interesting?

If you want to hear this, wait two days and wait until your husband and you return home. Let’s close the door and lie in bed and talk about it.

Why sit here in Kunning Palace and talk about this? The distinguished father-in-law, mother-in-law, and the annoying brother-in-law are present. Let alone kissing and hugging, they cannot sit too close.

After briefly talking about it, Xia Yuan looked around at these people. Emperor Hongzhi was leaning on the back of his chair and reading the memorial, and Empress Zhang was doing embroidery with her head down.

When they were talking just now, the two of them nodded and seemed to be listening seriously, but they were just pretending to be serious.

Zhu Houzhao didn't even pretend, and slumped on the soft couch like a puddle of mud that couldn't hold up the wall. Zhu Xiurong listened seriously, looking at him with her beautiful eyes without blinking, and her admiration was released without any concealment.

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[My husband knows so much and is so amazing. I really like my husband and want to give him monkeys. I want to give birth to many monkeys, but I’m not familiar with them yet.]

Xia Yuan guessed that this was her inner monologue at the moment, but there was no trace of confusion hidden in this admiration.

Well, worship is worship, but it is unclear.

It's normal not to understand, but it's strange that the silly little shepherd's purse understands.

"cough"

Xia Yuan smiled at her, then looked away, and then coughed slightly. Emperor Hongzhi and Empress Zhang raised their heads one after another. Zhu Houzhao was still sleeping like a puddle of mud that couldn't support the wall. He might be dead.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have finished speaking."

Zhu Youtang nodded slightly and said, "Ju Zheng's words are very good, and the whip will penetrate deeply."

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Xia Yuan's cheek twitched, did you listen?

Today, when my daughter returned to the palace, it snowed again, which was a double happiness.

Emperor Hongzhi was in a good mood. He praised without conscience at first, and then turned to look at his daughter, his eyes full of love: "How, Xiurong now knows what this warm and moist air is?"

Hearing this, Zhu Xiurong was about to shake his head, then nodded, "I understand."

"As long as you know, Juzheng's ability to control people is as good as the heavenly phenomenon. If you weren't overqualified for your talents, I would really like to transfer you to Qin Tianjian."

Speaking of this, Emperor Hongzhi didn't know what he thought of, but he sighed, "People often say that auspicious snow heralds a good year. I hope next year will be a good year for me, and there will be no more disasters in the two capitals and thirteen provinces of the world."

Xia Yuan also didn't know what he was thinking of, and nodded beside him, "Yes, next year will be a good year and there will be no disasters."

What he said didn't sound like an emotion, but rather like an affirmation.

Zhu Youtang looked at him deeply, "Ju Zheng said so confidently, but did he observe the sky?"

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Xia Yuan was speechless for a moment. He just thought about the year, so he came to the conclusion that next year will be the 16th year of Hongzhi.

The 16th year of Hongzhi was the only year during Zhu Youtang's reign that no major disaster occurred.

It was the only year that could barely be considered stable.

It sounds exaggerated, but it doesn't discount it at all.

The reason why he knew this was that he had read a post in his previous life, and the title was: Emperor Hongzhi should be the most distressed emperor in the Ming Dynasty.

Most of all, he is diligent and has the intention to rejuvenate, but he is born at the wrong time.

During his eighteen years in power, only one year was stable, and the remaining seventeen years were marked by large-scale natural and man-made disasters.

And this post also briefly lists the large-scale disasters in those seventeen years.

In the first year of Emperor Hongzhi's accession to the throne, which was the 23rd year of Chenghua, three provinces were flooded and two prefectures collapsed.

In the first year of Hongzhi, the little Tatar prince invaded Hetao and Hami was lost.

In the second year: several river crossings occurred in the Yellow River, affecting four provinces.

Three years: The earth collapses.

Four years ago: The Fengyang Imperial Mausoleum caught fire, and the earth collapsed in three provinces.

Five years: two uprisings and water transport disruption.

Six years: Ningxia collapsed.

Seven years: The earth collapses.

Eight years: Zhuang people uprising.

Nine years: Tatar invasion.

Ten years: Three provinces collapsed.

In the eleventh year: Qianqing Palace and Kunning Palace were burned down, and there was a severe drought in the two provinces.

Twelve years: Yunnan collapsed and the southwest rebelled.

Thirteen years: Tatars invaded the border in large numbers and the Hetao was lost.

In the fourteenth year of Hongzhi, the year when Xia Yuan crossed over, the earth collapsed, floods occurred, Tatars invaded the border, and Qiongzhou rebelled.

The fifteenth year of Hongzhi was a year of great disaster.

Seventeenth year: Earth collapse and floods.

Eighteen years: Great famine, Emperor Hongzhi died, and Emperor Zhengde ascended the throne.

Of the eighteen years of his reign, only the sixteenth year of Hongzhi was stable.

This is his country, and he is the master of this country. But in the short eighteen years that he has been the master, this country has given him one year of stability and seventeen years of disaster.

Under such a situation, the other emperors might have perished.

But he created a ZTE.

This ZTE should be put in quotation marks. It is a stain that the Hongzhi Dynasty's military preparations were lax. It is also a stain that he doted on his wife and children too much and indulged his relatives too much.

But no one can say that he was not diligent and caring enough for the people. He was the most diligent among all the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, and he was the emperor who gave the most tax reductions and exemptions to the people in the world.

He may also be the monarch who has given the most tax reductions and exemptions to his people in human history.

After Chenghua's death, Taicang had more than 20 million shi of grain and tens of millions of taels of silver.

It took Zhu Youtang a few years to completely defeat him, so that many people in later generations said that he was a bullshit ZTE king, and he was clearly a prodigal son.

It is indeed a waste of money. Not only does it increase revenue, it also fails to reduce expenditure.

During his eighteen years in office, he reduced taxes by 160 million dan to people all over the world.

One hundred and sixty million stones.

At that time, Xia Yuan was not too shocked when he saw this data, but he still went to check the tax revenue of the Ming Dynasty: in the early to mid-Ming Dynasty, if there was a good year, the annual grain collection would only amount to tens of millions of dan, and the taxes and money were not mentioned.

For example, in the middle and late Wanli Dynasty, the government was corrupt, and the Ming Dynasty was rotten to the core, with only about four to five million shi per year.

Combined with the previous catastrophes, Xia Yuan had only one thought in his mind at that time: Who is this emperor?

There are major disasters every year, man-made disasters every year, and tax reductions and exemptions are given to the people every year, with an average reduction of 10 million dan per year.

Taxation is tax money plus tax grain, which is converted into grain worth 10 million dan.

Perhaps it is easier to understand in other words. During his reign, he did not confiscate food taxes from the people of the world and relied entirely on tax money to support them.

The tax money collected every year was used to support the court's expenses, and it was necessary to use the tax money to go to the prosperous places in the south of the Yangtze River to buy grain from wealthy merchants for disaster relief. This happened every year.

The country was generally in a healthy state, and even after his death he was known as the leader of ZTE.

Is this emperor not a god?

This was an idea that Xia Yuan had in his previous life, but now, he stared blankly at the emperor, who was only thirty-three years old this year. He was not wearing the Yishan Crown at this time, and he could clearly see the vicissitudes of time on his head.

He has very little black hair, and more than half of his hair is gray. His temples are almost completely white, his eye contours are cyan, and his face is still so white and sickly pale.

He is not a god, he is just a mortal.

He was even worse than a mortal. He only had thirty-five years to live, and only eighteen years were half of his life. He spent half of his life trying to maintain stability, just to make this dynasty as stable as possible.

He didn't have the ambition to expand his territory and establish immortal achievements. Maybe he did, but maintaining this stability had exhausted his efforts and drained his life.

Those so-called ambitions have long been out of the question.

Just like the heavy snow outside the window, it falls all over the sky and turns into snow. It is very thick, but it will still melt one day.

Once it melts, it is gone.
Chapter completed!