Xi nodded and said to middle-aged man: "That's good. You have come to Beijing to transport grain this time. Has the Ministry of Revenue allocated grain and grass?"

This middle-aged man was Sumula. He was Oboi's number one confidant a year ago, but now he has become the number one undercover agent arranged by Kangxi to Aoboi. Kangxi is a smart man, and Sumula is also a smart man. After paying a certain price and promise, Sumula naturally became Kangxi's slave. The only person who is not smart is Oboi. He didn't know that anyone has a price. As long as the price is offered, anyone can betrayed. But Kangxi paid the price, and his price was enough. Sumula bowed down.

Su Mula said: "Not yet. Since Jiangnan occupied the Ming gangs, the food and salary in Jiangnan cannot be transferred. All military gates are short of food and grass. The Xinjiang general came to urge grain for this. The grain and grass in Liaodong need 500,000 dan, but the Ministry of Revenue only gives 200,000. This is the amount that the Ministry of Revenue fears Obai and promises. The emperor should prepare early."

Kangxi frowned again. The food and salary of the Qing Dynasty mainly came from the fish and rice towns in the south of the Yangtze River a few years ago. It was good that other places did not need to allocate grain to provide disaster relief. There were a lot of fertile land near Liaodong and the capital, but these were all private property of the Eight Banners and did not have to pay grain taxes. Each of the Eight Banners children was assigned to the land and did not produce themselves. They hired some slaves to farm. Not only did they not have to draw grain from the internal grain, but the court also had to pay the silver for the treasury. In this way, the income and expenditure in the treasury began to deteriorate seriously. Not only did the monthly silver for the bannermen, but even Kangxi was frugal, and it was even more difficult to raise the military salary of each province. Kangxi planned to abolish the monthly system of bannermen and land, and encouraged the bannermen to pay taxes and share with the court.

The people of these banners were used to being lazy and lazy. They had no money when they had farms and monthly silver, not to mention that there was no one. So the Manchu ministers in the court unanimously opposed it. Even Xiaozhuang immediately called Kangxi to scold him after hearing the news. Kangxi had to give up. However, there was only so much food and grass. The Yangtze River line needed to mobilize large troops to defend, Liaodong also needed a large army to garrison, and Mongolian princes also urged food at all times, and the army in the capital also had to eat. So many mouths were opened, it was impossible for anyone to take care of it. Kangxi realized that Jiangnan was the foundation of the Qing Dynasty. Although Liaodong was the place where the ancestral residence was, it was no longer important than Jiangnan. If the Manchus wanted to gain a foothold in the pass, they could not have no food.

"I will issue an order to the Ministry of Revenue. Liaodong's land, food and salary must be fully distributed. At this point, I can only ignore one thing.

"Kangxi sighed, not like a 14-year-old boy. The military pay in Liaodong must not be owed. Once the five major camps in Liaodong have no food pay, they will naturally develop resentment. At that time, as long as Oboi climbs up and shouts, who else is willing to obey the court? Liaodong is related to the Qing Dynasty's retreat. If there is any loss, Kangxi will probably become a turtle in the jar.

Sumula nodded: "Slaves can't stay for a long time. Obai also has gangs in the capital. If they find out, it will be difficult to deal with. Master pays attention to the dragon body and the slave takes his leave."

Kangxi nodded and waved his hand: "Go."

Sumula left the Guandi Temple and went straight to the inner city to attend a banquet. This time, Obai asked him to urge grain in Beijing, which actually had another meaning, which was to inquire about the news from several best friends in the capital, so that he could adapt to the situation at any time. The banquet lasted until the second half of the night. Sumula returned to the residence to rest under the escort of several slaves. When he went to the Ministry of Revenue the next day, Kangxi indeed issued an order to let the Ministry of Revenue pay close to the five major camps in Liaodong. Therefore, the people from the Ministry of Revenue did not slap them anymore. With a big stroke, Sumula made a picture of the seal, and he could transport the grain back in three days.

Sumula spent the rest of his life drinking and having fun with a few Oboi best friends. Until the third day, all the food and money were prepared, so he took the soldiers who stayed outside the city to transport a load of food and grass to Liaodong.

At this time, Haidu City was celebrating. Red lanterns were lit in all the yamen. At night, the square of Dihuangcheng was brightly lit. Various fireworks and salutes were endless. On the ninth day of the 10th month of the fifth year of Xinshi. Prince Zhu Ciyan was born at midnight. For a moment, the palace and outside the palace were in chaos. Because it was premature birth, there was no preparation in all aspects. Even Zhu Jun was helpless and did not know what to do. After several hours of hard work, Zhu Jun's first son finally gave birth naturally. After washing the baby's body, the amniotic fluid was placed in the cradle. Zhu Jun took the little guy and saw that the little guy's eyes had not opened. The head and the fetal wool were stuck to you. It seemed that he was tired of crying just now. Now he fell asleep.

"The emperor is a prince." The nanny of the birthplace kept reminding him from the side. Zhu Jun realized that he had not given a reward yet. The civil and military officials outside the imperial city were also alarmed. They were waiting in the square. He gently kissed the little guy's left cheek and carefully handed him to the nanny: "There are people in the palace who are waiting to reward twenty silver coins. The imperial physician and the nanny of the birthplace are rewarding five hundred silver coins. Come on. Please invite all the officials to the palace. I want to issue an imperial edict to pardon the world."

Then Zhu Jun walked to the bed. Qu Ci was already asleep. Zhu Jun looked at him a few times before he was reluctant to leave.

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The palace was already in chaos. The ministers were all wearing dresses and whispering in groups of three or five, with smiles on their faces, as if their old tree had a new branch and a son. The Ming Dynasty has been smooth sailing over the years. The only flaw is that the emperor has no prince. In order to establish the central palace, many ministers fought against each other. The land of the empire was able to succeed. Now it is done as it wishes. The queen of the main palace gave birth to a prince. Everyone's hearts were settled. How could they be unhappy?

When Zhu Jun arrived, the ministers immediately formed two shifts according to the rules and said together: "Congratulations to the Emperor, congratulations to the Emperor."

Zhu Jun sat on the chair: "Let me be flat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Minister of Rites stood up: "The emperor was happy to have a happy and congratulated Long Zi. The prince was the legitimate son of the main palace. He presided over the ancestral rule of the eldest son of the emperor. He asked the emperor to make the eldest son of the emperor Yan the crown prince and set up the Eastern Palace to meet the expectations of all people."

The ministers all raised their heads and stared at Zhu Jun, and many of them began to incite. Zhu Jun smiled indifferently and said, "It's correct, the Ministry of Rites can immediately draft an edict and tell the world."

"My emperor is wise." The ministers responded with a loud promise and were excited again. However, Zhou Mubai, who was from the left squad, felt uncomfortable. However, there was no chance to be saved. His niece Zhou Xueer was originally just a concubine, and even if she was born, she was a concubine. If her husband became a prince, she might be able to fight for the title of the eldest son.

"All up, the cabinet will quickly draft an edict, and the amnesty of the world, and the envoys from various vassal states should also be well received. The soldiers on the northern line should be rewarded. When the crown prince is full of the month, I will take him to the Taimiao and the Martyrs' Temple to worship the heavens and comfort the heroes."

The ministers did not agree. Even the Ministers did not feel sorry for the money. They followed everyone happily and said yes.

Mu Tianbo stood up and said, "Emperor, although the prince is still young now, it is the hope of the emperor and the people. Should we first choose a group of talents with both virtue and talent to assist the prince?"

Zhu Jun couldn't help laughing. This child couldn't even say anything, but he was just a big helper? These people didn't know whether they took the prince seriously or had their brains in their minds. It was really funny. Zhu Jun glanced down and saw many ministers looking at him looking forward, hoping that they would stand up and recommend themselves and shoulder this important mission.

Zhu Jun had a sudden inspiration. As the continuation of his bloodline and empire, his education was far-reaching. It would be good if he taught well, but if he didn't, he would be a prodigal son. It would be fine if he gave up his family. Maybe it would be another civil strife, wars were intensified, countless people were displaced, and his efforts disappeared. Therefore, education is indeed an extremely important issue, and no mistakes should be made.

As for letting these pedantic masters in the court educate, Zhu Jun did not have this courage. He was at the beginning of the industrial revolution and the world was surging. If there were no broad minds and unparalleled courage like Emperor Peter the Great, Queen Elizabeth, and Emperor Meiji, who would have only changed from opening the sea to forbidden seas, and then pioneering and enterprising to defending the world. Therefore, this candidate must be carefully considered.

Zhu Jun nodded to Mu Tianbo: "It's good to choose as soon as possible. I'm going to make a decision and I will choose a good teacher for the prince."

The eyes of the ministers became even hotter. The prince’s teacher is not only a symbol of glory, but also a shortcut to reaching the peak of power. If anyone is not jealous, it is fake.

This court meeting was very short. After some matters were finalized, Zhu Jun happily retreated to the harem. Zhu Ciyan, the little guy, was not yet born, and he had not yet hugged him. As for the candidate for the Prince's Teacher, he still had to think about it carefully and never be careless.

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At the request of the audience, I decided to set the capital in Nanjing in the future, but it may be three or four years later. After all, Nanjing has been destroyed to a certain extent, and it is impossible to move immediately. Uh, I was scolded by everyone and felt that I was really taking it for granted, and I didn’t say anything, typing well, and trying to keep a record of never being updated. The number of words in the book should be around 1.5 million. Since I opened the book, I have 6,000 words a day. The book may not be good, but the stability should be considered good.
Chapter completed!