Although Xu Jie is not a sea-opening faction, he is not a strict sea-banning faction. In so many years of officialdom, he was especially attached to Yan Song for a while, and he had already worn off his edges and corners.

He no longer has a too clear position on the opening of the sea and the prohibition of the sea, which does not have too strong interests.

The reason why he definitely opposes Guangdong Mi to the north this time is out of consideration for the overall interests of Songjiang Prefecture, and there is still a little selfishness.

Songjiang Mansion is the largest cotton cloth production center in the Ming Dynasty, which has already formed a complete industrial chain, with countless weaving mills, and its products are sold well in the north and south of the river.

It's just that Leizhou cloth was suddenly born, the quality of its products is better than Songjiang cloth, but the price is only half of Songjiang cloth, and it has slowly seized the market of Songjiang cloth from Guangdong.

However, fortunately, due to the traffic factor, and there are people in the yamen all over the country to say hello, Leizhou cloth can only radiate to neighboring provinces, but it is difficult to reach Zhejiang, let alone transport to Nanzhili.

No one expected that this time Lin Haoran would find another way, planning to use this to stabilize the price of rice in Hangzhou in the name of navigation. Once Guangdong and Hangzhou are opened, Leizhou cloth will inevitably take the opportunity to go north, directly having a strong impact on Songjiang cloth.

The closure of his family's workshop of thousands of female weavers was a small matter, and the status of Songjiang Mansion was not a big matter. If it is at that time, the price of Songjiang cotton cloth will inevitably be lowered, and even a large piece of the market will be robbed of Leizhou cloth with good quality and low price.

It is precisely because of this that he is an opponent of Mibei, Guangdong, who wants to prevent the navigation of Guangzhou and Hangzhou, and who wants to save Songjiangbu.

It's just that the silk merchants in Hangzhou didn't know why, but they actually stood on Lin Haoran's side, but they supported the opening of this new route. For this reason, they did not hesitate to push up the price of rice in Hangzhou, thus staging a drama of "Wanmin Book".

The lethality of the Wanmin Book in Hangzhou is too great, even he, the second assistant of the Ming Dynasty, does not dare to go against the "public opinion" easily, and the Holy Lord is very likely to accept this plan with the water.

Sometimes, he had to admit that this Lin Wenkui was indeed a piece of jade. Over time, he will definitely be able to achieve a career, and may even become the first assistant of the Ming Dynasty.

Sighing softly, as if he had aged a few years all of a sudden, he picked up the music and went to the duty room next door.

Yan Song, who was wearing a reckless robe, sat in front of the desk with a bow, coughing from time to time, and was looking at a piece of music with a monocle, but it quickly seemed very slow.

Although his spirit was obviously much better than that of ordinary old people, after all, he was already an eighty-two-year-old man, his face was full of age spots, and his physical condition was very worrying.

"Motosuke-sama!"

Although Xu Jie and Yan Song are already on the same page, they have never publicly torn their faces.

Even if his students repeatedly impeached Yan Song, he still picked himself up cleanly, and deduced that the matter had nothing to do with him, and it was all caused by those students' own opinions.

Yan Song's slap was already too bright, and Xu Jie's voice was not loud, at first he thought it was auditory hallucinations, but when he looked up and saw Xu Jie coming in, he smiled and said, "Elder Xu Ge, cough cough...... You're here! ”

"Lord Motosuke, please take a look at this note!" Xu Jie looked at Yan Song, who was aging Longzhong, with some sympathy, but this thought only flashed in a flash, and he handed over the piece with a smile.

Yan Song took this notebook, picked up his reading glasses again, and carefully examined it.

Although he is old, he has been doing this kind of work for more than 20 years, and he is familiar with it. It's just that there is no Yan Shifan by his side at the moment, and it is indeed a lot of work.

Yan Song looked at the content of the song, his brows furrowed slightly, and his face looked very solemn.

Initially, he was against it. Transporting rice from Guangdong to Hangzhou, the coastline was rampant with Japanese pirates, and it was very likely that they would be looted by the Japanese pirates, thus fueling their arrogance.

It's just that Yan Shifan's analysis yesterday, seeing the benefits of silk sales from Hangzhou to Guangdong, made him understand that this incident is beneficial and harmful, and he can't really be killed with a stick.

At present, the price of rice in Hangzhou has skyrocketed, and the people of Hangzhou have written thousands of people, and this matter is undoubtedly inclined to transport rice from Guangdong, but the matter of the Japanese has to be weighed.

"Lord Motofuke, should this be voted like this?" Xu Jie watched Yan Song read the music, and asked softly.

"It's a bit tricky!" Yan Song put down her presbyopia eyes and said with a long sigh of relief.

Xu Jie made a gesture of listening, but Yan Song did not continue, obviously not having made up his mind.

Yan Song watched the pavilion official bring the tea in, his eyes lit up immediately, he just opened his mouth, but suddenly changed his mind and said, "Elder Xu Ge, let's go and meet the saint together!" ”

This is also his usual method, once he can't make up his mind about something, he goes directly to Jiajing. Either just give the question to the saint, or probe the wind.

"Good!" Xu Jie nodded slightly, but glanced at the pavilion subordinate with deep meaning.

In the past, when Yan Shifan was here, the father and son could always come up with a suitable ticket after discussion, so that his dignified Ming Cifu didn't start at all. It's just that Yan Shifan is gone, and Yan Song's mind is already late, and once he encounters something important, he will send someone back to ask Yan Shifan for help.

Obviously, Yan Song wanted to ask Yan Shifan for help just now, but in the end he changed his mind and chose to meet the saint.

Wanshou Palace, sandalwood curling.

Jiajing, who was wearing a light blue robe, came in from the Jingshe, and the whole person looked refreshed. After taking the pill, after a period of meditation, his body seemed warm and comfortable.

Since the weather was getting cooler in September, there weren't many beads of sweat on his forehead. was wiping his forehead, but listening to Yan Song and Xu Jie, the two important ministers, asking to see him outside the door, he waved his hand and asked Huang Jin to lead people in.

"The old minister knocks on the emperor, long live my emperor, long live long live!" Yan Song and Xu Jie came in and immediately saluted respectfully.

Jiajing raised his hand and asked Yan Song directly: "You guys came here together, I don't know why?" ”

"The old minister thinks that he should hold a postponement and fill in the cabinet!" After Yan Song stood up, he arched his hand seriously.

If Yan Shifan was still in the cabinet, he would not have made such a proposal. But Yan Shifan is no longer there, and his energy is not good, so it is difficult to continue to collect votes, so he needs an obedient helper to help him.

Hey?

When Xu Jie heard this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look, and his face looked quite puzzled. Although he knew that he had other things to do with the saint, he never expected that this dead old man would take the initiative to ask for more ministers.