Chapter 867: Divine Decree

"Don't these courtiers know how to make me worry?"

Jiajing flipped through the notes on the case, but it was you who impeached me and I impeached you, just like two sons arguing, but they didn't give in to each other, and asked him, the father, to judge.

He is undoubtedly biased towards Yuan Wei, but he has to take into account the history books of later generations, as well as the truth and justice of the matter.

If he repeatedly favors "loyal ministers" like Yuan Wei, then there will be no courtiers who tell the truth in the future, and he can only whitewash the peace and become the monarch in "The New Clothes of the Nanyang Monarch".

It's just that he can't choose to favor Wu Shan, which will cause a lot of trouble, not to mention that he may have a bad reputation as a "disvirtuous king" because of the "solar eclipse".

Huang Jin's routine is to sleep later than Jiajing and get up earlier than Jiajing, and he is waiting respectfully on the side, just about to take a sneak break, but finds that Jiajing is looking at him, as if he has the meaning of inquiry.

With a roll of his eyes, he guessed the whole story, and Huang Jin said with a smile: "Master, this Yuan Wei is as good as Yuan Wei, and Wu Shan is as wonderful as Wu Shan, and it is not necessarily a bad thing for the two of them to quarrel!" ”

Jiajing's eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked at Huang Jin with interest and asked, "Tell me, why isn't this a bad thing?" ”

"They quarrel and quarrel, they have to find the Holy Lord to judge, but I am afraid that if they don't quarrel, that is a bad thing!" Huang Jin observed Jiajing's expression and said cautiously.

On the way of the emperor, Jiajing is already perfect, and the mutual checks and balances between courtiers are his forte. At the moment, Wu Shan and Yuan Wei are fighting, which really can't be regarded as a bad thing.

Jiajing shook his head lightly, and seemed to say with emotion: "This time is different!" ”

Seeing that Jiajing had already lowered his head to look at the song, Huang Jin swallowed back the words that he spit into his throat.

He was able to go from a little eunuch to a celebrant seal, and he has served by Jiajing's side for so many years, relying on this kind of caution. Even if he has more to say, but he can't say it, then he will choose to swallow it back.

In the following days, the two groups of people led by Wu Shan and Yuan Wei were still scolding and scolding.

Wu Shan was originally the weaker side, but his students in Beijing would not allow the teacher to be wronged, Xu Wei of the Hanlin Academy, Ning Jiang of the Ministry of War, Yang Futian of the Ministry of Industry and other students jumped out to attack Yuan Wei.

But not only because of respect for the teacher, but also for one's own interests. In officialdom, the relationship between teachers and students is very important, and once Wu Shan falls, they will also be affected by some adverse effects.

In this quarrel that evolved from a solar eclipse, time passed minute by minute, and February was about to pass.

Dongjiang Rice Lane, Yamen of the Ministry of Rites.

Wu Shan, as usual, came here in a sedan chair early in the morning. It's just that a few people were waiting here at the door today, and they rushed over when they saw him appear, but fortunately they were stopped by the officials.

"Get out of here! I am Zhu Zhiba, the general of Fengguo in Shanxi, I want to see Lord Shangshu, and I want the court to make up the arrears of Lu rice! But I saw a middle-aged man shouting loudly, naming him to meet him face to face.

Wu Shan listened to these words, his brows furrowed slightly, but he sighed gloomily in his heart.

The current finances of the Ming Dynasty are already beyond their means, and it is inevitable that there will be some arrears in the Lu rice of the clan. It's just that these clans will not be bullied honestly like the poor people, but they have gone to Beijing one after another, coming to the Ministry of Rites to make trouble and complain to the emperor.

However, the Ming Dynasty is in financial distress, and the current Zong Fan Lu rice has exceeded the ability of the Ming Dynasty, if all the Lu rice is really replenished to them, then the Ming Dynasty may have to mess up.

"Although you are relatives of the emperor, you must also act according to the rules, and you can tell the official if there is anything first! If the official can't solve it, then find Lord Shangshu to decide, okay? "Lord Rong Shilang Zhongsun Shihai heard the news and stopped in front of Zhu Zhixi and the others.

The Ministry of Rites has four major Qing Officials Division, including the Ritual Qing Officials Division, which is in charge of the Jiali ceremony, military etiquette, and the management of the country's academic affairs and imperial examinations; The priests of the ancestral sacrifice are in charge of auspicious and fierce ceremonial affairs, that is, they sacrifice to the gods of heaven and earth; The chief Rong Qing Officials Division, in charge of the guest ceremony and the reception of foreign guests, has several highly targeted departments such as Siyi coffin and Tongwen coffin, which are responsible for dealing with vassals and foreign countries; The fine diet and the cleaning of the officials, the feast is in charge of the affairs of the feast and the prison "The feast is a state banquet."

Sun Shihai is the Langzhong of the Lord Rong Si, and he is also responsible for dealing with the clan, so he undoubtedly has a certain influence.

Zhu Zhizhen and the others exchanged glances, and nodded.

With Sun Shihai relieved the siege, Wu Shan smoothly entered the yamen duty room. As the Qingming season is approaching, it is necessary to deal with the official business at hand and prepare for the next sacrifice.

After a while, Sun Shihai made a report and told the intention of the troublemakers.

There is not much difference between the previous "troublemakers", but they came here to "cry poor".

At present, the clan lives on the Lu rice of the Ming Dynasty, but the Lu rice of a prince is 10,000 stones, and a general like Zhu Zhizhu also costs 600 stones, and the Lu rice in the palaces everywhere is 8.53 million stones. If these incomes can be realized, there is no doubt that everyone will be rich.

"Lord Budo, this time's recital is very well written!" Sun Shihai handed over the recital and said helplessly.

Wu Shan took the notebook and looked at it, and there was a wry smile on his face, but he saw that it was written: "The ministers are locked down, the actions are forbidden, there is no property to be done, no one can rely on, for a few days, there has been no food, the old and the young are groaning, and it is difficult." Some are over 30 years old and cannot be married, some are violent corpses for ten years and cannot be buried, some beg in the market, some work for the people, some migrate to other places, and some starve to death. Although the name is a clan, the poor people are suffering. Please order the secretary to check the arrears of Daifu Lumi, urge the levy and supplements, so that the parents and wives can have a full meal. ”

"Lord Ministry, I heard that King Yi alone forcibly kidnapped hundreds of people's daughters, and our Ministry of Rites still has to be tight!" Sun Shihai did not have no sympathy, and said seriously.

Wu Shan put down the notebook, but shook his head lightly and said: "Our Ming Dynasty has always picked soft persimmons and pinched them, and the prince's Lu rice does not dare to owe a grain, and the low-level nobles in some areas are indeed in serious arrears. What they said can't be all made up, so let's submit it to the emperor! ”

"Yes!" Sun Shihai saw that Wu Shan's mind had been decided, and said seriously.

Wu Shan raised his hand and said lightly, "You go down first!" ”

"The Divine Decree has arrived!"

But at this moment, a loud and sharp voice of a eunuch came from the front yard.

Sun Shihai was about to turn around and leave, but his heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes looked at Wu Shan worriedly. Obviously, it will be a blessing rather than a curse to give a decree at this time.