The Forbidden City of Nanjing was the imperial palace in the early Ming Dynasty. Its scale was larger than that of the Forbidden City of Beijing. Before Zhu Youxiao went south, he had already sent a message to the Nanjing Ministry of Works to allocate 3 million yuan to repair the palace. Now the palace city has been completely renewed. The problem of water accumulation in the palace caused by the sinking of the foundation has also been solved and the drainage system has been improved.

However, Zhu Youxiao did not plan to live here for a long time, nor did he care whether the palace, which was closer to the outer city, would be flooded again during the long rainy season. However, when he saw the half acre of vegetable patch outside the palace, Zhu Youxiao couldn't help but wonder if Zhu Yuanzhang was in a dragon robe and a hoe while in charge of Yingtian Prefecture, he planted his own acre of three-point land in this solemn large area.

"Lingxin, can you farm?" Zhu Youxiao stretched out his arms and asked while letting Lingxin wear a crown suit.

"When I go back to your Majesty, I was sold to the Confucius Mansion when I was three years old and could not farm," said Ling Xin. Zhu Youxiao, "I will ask the eunuch to find a hoe later. I will take the time to ask you to plant newly promoted sweet potatoes. When we return to Beijing, we will be able to eat roasted sweet potatoes and return to Beijing."

As Zhu Youxiao said that, he saw that Wang Chengen had arrived. He nodded and then sat on a dragon chariot and came to the hall with the heavy ancient music.

Ministers of various ministries and courts in Nanjing, officials of various prisons and temples, and officials of Yingtian Prefecture were listed in the hall at this time. The officials of Liudu, who were originally an official in Liudu, were not very suitable for attending the morning court, and Liudu had no rules for early court for hundreds of years, so many ministers have not arrived yet, and even those who arrived were still yawning.

This made the supreme censor who was named after the pre-existence was speechless. If he was in the capital, he would be afraid that 80% of the entire capital would be dismissed and demoted.

Governor Yingtian, Wang Wenkui, came to the hall early and when he was greeting with several colleagues, he could hear the words "Your Majesty is here."

Wang Wenkui hurriedly greeted other officials, and at this time, Zhu Youxiao, who was already sitting upright on the golden throne, shouted behind Ping and shouted: "Governor Yingtian, Wang Wenkui."

Wang Wenkui walked out and did not dare to look up at Zhu Youxiao. He just glanced at him with a squint, only to feel that the emperor in front of him was a little young.

Zhu Youxiao was also looking at the governor of Yingtian, Wang Wenkui. Seeing that he was panting and thin, he was not strong enough, and he was very weak. He should be a person with excessive voice and sex. However, Zhu Youxiao didn't care about these things. The scholars and officials were indulging in martial arts and expressed their feelings and sex, and most of them were weak.

"You are the governor of Yingtian, Wang Wenkui. I will ask you why this Liudu is a wealthy place in the two capitals, there are so many shanty towns and poor people, and even gangsters dare to rob children in public, and even gather hundreds of people to fight?" Zhu Youxiao asked Yingtian, Wang Wenkui.

Wang Wenkui couldn't help but feel secretly surprised, thinking that Chen Mingxia was right yesterday. After the East Factory appeared in the shanty town, His Majesty learned the news so quickly. However, after His Majesty's words, it seemed that it was not just a shanty town problem, but also questioning himself why he made the Nanyuan City so chaotic.

Wang Wenkui secretly thanked that if Dong Qichang hadn't reminded him, he might not have known how to deal with it at this time. He thought that he would have been able to get through the situation by rectifying the places he could see a few days ago. After all, even if His descended to Nanjing, he would only stay in the palace city, but he ignored the East Factory.

Fortunately, at Dong Qichang's reminder, Wang Wenkui was also ready and hurriedly bowed: "Report to Your Majesty, in recent years, there have been more and more landless refugees entering Nanyuan Capital. Like other towns in Jiangnan, Nanyuan Capital is very well-woven with silk, so these people can rely on weaving workshops to survive;

But now with the emergence of the Royal Weaving Bureau, the price of silk weaving has been suppressed, and the order of the weaving industry has been destroyed, causing a large number of weaving workshops to collapse. As a result, many people who have no work to do and no land to plant have emerged. They have no roads to lead and cannot return home, but can only gather in the city, but there is no work to do and no land to plant, so they have to build huts and live there. Among them, those who cannot live are also inevitably robbed. If you want to make peace in the South and plan for the ancestors for the future, I dare to ask Your Majesty to ban the Royal Weaving Bureau and make the benefit of the people!”

Wang Wenkui was sharp and logical. As he said that, he knelt down and touched the ground with his head, which made Zhu Youxiao not know how to speak for a while.

Zhu Youxiao admitted that the Royal Weaving Bureau, a company that represents advanced productivity, would break the old economic order. As production costs decrease, the price of weaving will definitely decrease, resulting in the reduction of profit margins of other traditional weaving workshops and eventually being eliminated, leaving many weaving workshops laid off their employees.

But Zhu Youxiao did not expect that Wang Wenkui directly asked himself to ban the Royal Weaving Bureau instead of suggesting to improve the productivity level of other weaving workshops and the technical level of the workers.

"Do you think so too?" Zhu Youxiao asked other ministers at this time.

At this time, Lu Bingde, the censor of the left-ranking chief of Nanjing, also stood up and echoed: "Your Majesty, the weaving workshops are now squeezed by the Royal Weaving Bureau and can no longer be opened. In order to survive, many weaving workshops have to fire a large number of employees, not only in Nanjing, Suzhou, Hangzhou and other places. Moreover, these employed workers who have no work to do have now reached hundreds of thousands of jobs. If this continues, it will cause civil unrest."

Seeing this, several other officials also came forward to agree to the proposal to ban the Royal Weaving Bureau and tried their best to persuade Zhu Youxiao to give in to the people. In their opinion, the emergence of the Royal Weaving Bureau is indeed a disaster for the country and the people, and the continuous rise in crime rates, housing prices and more and more poor people in the Jiangnan region are also related to this.

Not only that, a scholar named Qian Rong also made a frank report that it was not only the Royal Weaving Bureau that prevented the people of Jiangnan from surviving, but even the monopoly of the Royal Industrial Company also made many Jiangnan people unable to survive, because the exquisite glass of the Royal Industrial Company squeezed the market of the porcelain manufacturing industry, causing many employees of porcelain workshops to be laid off and unemployed.

"So what you said, what should I do? Could it be that I will stop making glass?" Zhu Youxiao couldn't help asking.

Qian Rongze suggested: "Your Majesty doesn't have to. You can let the Royal Industries give the secret recipe for glass manufacturing to porcelain merchants. The porcelain merchants may be reborn or even gained, and the number of people who can live in this way can also increase."

"Qian Rong, I'll ask you, you need to make porcelain clay, stack clay, pull out, print, repair clay, water, and draw clay. What's the next step?" Zhu Youxiao asked casually, and Qian Rong replied without thinking: "Your Majesty, it's glazing."

"Your family is just a porcelain burner, right?" Zhu Youxiao asked, Qian Rong was speechless, but when he saw His Majesty looking at him coldly, he had to grit his teeth and replied: "Wei Chen is not doing business, it is Wei Chen's uncle who burns porcelain, so he knows something."

Seeing that the financial raising could still answer truthfully, Zhu Youxiao didn't think about what to do to him, but just snorted secretly and announced his retirement to the court.
Chapter completed!