Zhu Zhanji didn't really deal with Zhu Gaochi, but his silly father had always been in poor health, and working hard would inevitably aggravate his condition.

The two chatted noisily back to the Prince's Mansion. Although Zhu Zhanji's attitude was perfunctory, his son was just like that, and Zhu Gaochi, who felt sorry for his son, still couldn't help but exhort him all the way.

Early the next morning, Zhu Di led Fengyang soldiers and horses to the Datong area of ​​Xuanfu, with Han King Zhu Gaoxu and Zhao King Zhu Gaosui as the left and right vanguards.

In the Qianqing Palace, a chair that was slightly smaller than the dragon chair had been added to the side of the dragon chair where Zhu Di often sat.

There was no formal court meeting, and all the ministers gathered in the Qianqing Palace. It was regarded as a small court meeting.

Officials from the Ministry of War gathered around the sand table set up yesterday in the Qianqing Palace, deducing the march route of the Northern Expedition and Mahamu's defense situation.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Personnel reported on preparations for the upcoming imperial examination in spring.

The Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works were busy cooperating with the Ministry of War to handle the material dispatch for the Northern Expedition.

As soon as the war started, the whole country was in preparation for war. Among the six departments, only the Criminal Department was slightly relaxed.

Zhu Zhanji sat on the small chair next to the dragon chair, processing the folds handed over by Liu Bu.

After handling a bunch of folds, Zhu Zhanji was just about to relax when Xia Yuanji came over with another pile of folds.

"Your Highness Taisun, this is the material mobilization and march route just calculated by the Ministry of Household Affairs, the Ministry of Industry, and the Ministry of War. Please read it."

Zhu Zhanji stared with a pair of dead fish eyes, and waved his hand numbly to signal Xia Yuanji to put down the fold.

When Xia Yuanji was about to leave, Zhu Zhanji suddenly stopped him:

"Um... Xia Shangshu, when do you plan to take action on what I told you yesterday?"

Xia Yuanji turned around after hearing this, stood respectfully in front of Zhu Zhanji, clasped his fists, and said calmly: "Your Highness, the amount of money that the Ministry of Revenue can draw out in a short period of time is limited. If Your Highness is not in a hurry, why not How about waiting for next spring?”

When Zhu Zhanji heard this, his eyes widened, he looked at Xia Yuanji in disbelief, and asked:

"Spring next year?"

Xia Yuanji nodded expressionlessly: "Your Highness Taisun, the Yongle Grand Ceremony is about to be repaired, the Northern Expedition is imminent, and we will go to the West in the spring. Even the construction of Shuntian Mansion is on the agenda. If Your Highness Taisun can The emperor will stop one of the items, and I will immediately allocate at least five million taels of silver to His Highness Taisun."

Zhu Zhanji rolled his eyes. If he had the ability to change Old Zhu's wishes, would he still need to sit here?

"We can't wait for spring. Once the weather warms up, who will we sell the blankets and sweaters we make?"

Zhu Zhanji shook his head and refused without hesitation.

Xia Yuanji also sighed: "My great grandson, the Ministry of Revenue really has no money. If my great grandson insists on buying it immediately, then I can give the emperor a discount on my behalf and allow me to retire and return to my hometown!"

Zhu Zhanji rolled his eyes.

He finally understood why Old Man Zhu had complained to him yesterday. No matter who became the emperor and had such a grubby money bag, he would probably not be in a good mood.

Zhu Zhanji was speechless. He left his seat and came to Xia Yuanji's side. He asked in a low voice: "Old man Xia, tell me the truth. If we start investing in wool purchase now, how much money can the Ministry of Revenue spend at most?"

Xia Yuanji was not angry when he was called Old Man Xia. He glanced at Zhu Zhanji who ran to him, but his face was unmoved and he said with a smile: "Not a single copper!"

Zhu Zhanji's face darkened, and he couldn't help but complain: "Old man Xia, the Ministry of Revenue doesn't have a penny, so why did you agree so readily yesterday?"

Xia Yuanji smiled and said without any embarrassment: "Your Highness Taisun, it is precisely because the Ministry of Finance has no money that I agreed so readily yesterday. If the Ministry of Finance had money, I might consider other things.

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Zhu Zhanji: "..."

Looking at the old man, he looked like he couldn't get enough of it.

He had a saying mmp in his mind, but he didn't know whether to say it or not.

The reason why he brought the Ministry of Revenue in was because the Ministry of Revenue had money and capital, and the project was about to be launched, so the old man came over and told him that the Ministry of Revenue could not get the money.

If he had known about this situation earlier, he would have brought the household department in to do some knitting.

When he returned to the imperial court with a headache, Zhu Zhanji had no intention of dealing with government affairs. He only had two words left in his mind:

"Make money!"

Seeing this, Xia Yuanji didn't say much, but instead clasped his fists and said:

"Your Majesty the Grand Sun, I would like to ask you to review the information on material dispatch as soon as possible and stamp it, so that it can be implemented as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhanji waved his hands and said impatiently:

"I understand, please step back!"

Xia Yuanji: "..."

Zhu Zhanji waited until Xia Yuanji retreated, then flipped through the folder handed over by the Ministry of Finance.

The contents inside are quite simple, basically statistics on various military pay, food and fodder.

His task is to check whether the data is true. These things are simple for him.

On the contrary, the announcements from the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of War were even more troublesome for him.

The Ministry of Industry is responsible for the coordination of various weapons, including war horses, muskets, cannons, gunpowder, and tents.

The Ministry of War is responsible for the preliminary march route, strategic and tactical deductions, and various dispatch arrangements.

But fortunately, these things are all decisions discussed by the six departments, and there will basically be no problems. His role is just to act as a tool for review, approval, and sealing.

After dealing with a lot of discounts, Zhu Zhanji stretched his wrists a little and began to think about how to get enough start-up funds in a short time.

Aimlessly coming to the sand table, several officials from the Ministry of War were deducing the various defenses of the Mahamu Department based on the various intelligence sent back by the spies.

He didn't notice Zhu Zhanji's arrival, and Zhu Zhanji also looked at the sand table in front of him.

Although it is not as good as the sand table of later generations, it can be seen that this sand table is also carefully crafted by craftsmen, and all kinds of data are produced strictly in accordance with the information sent back by the spies.

"I received news a few days ago that Mahamu is approaching Monan with more than 30,000 troops. The Wala people and horses are fast. If there is a head-on confrontation, our Ming army will be powerful. Mahamu will definitely not dare to confront the enemy head-on. Once contacted, he will immediately distance himself.

Escape, in my opinion, this time we should take the enemy by surprise and attack them unprepared, so that we can attack them all in one battle. Look here, this is called Hu Lan Hu Hu Xiao Wen..."

Jin Zhong, the Minister of the Ministry of War, held a stick and stood in the front of many officials of the Ministry of War to explain.

Other officials on the side also put forward their own opinions from time to time.

Zhu Zhanji listened with little understanding, as he never understood much about fighting.

In later generations, he always only had four words to understand war:

"Firepower supreme!"

No matter what his plot is, a round of artillery fire will go up, and the bombardment will last for an hour or two.

Wait until the enemy position is leveled, then let the infantry move up with their guns.

If there is still enemy resistance, continue to use artillery fire.

Until there is no resistance at all, the army can begin to charge.

Just as he was thinking this, suddenly a fifth-grade civil servant with a white pheasant embroidered on his chest and a green robe knelt down in front of Zhu Zhanji with a pop:

"Li Ziqi, a member of the Ministry of Punishments, beseeches His Highness the Grand Sun to be the chief assistant of the former cabinet, and the bachelor of You Chunfang, Xie Jin, to resolve the injustice!"

Following the sudden change, the entire Qianqing Palace went silent. In an instant, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the middle-aged man kneeling in front of Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji was also stunned for a moment. He was just walking around casually, but suddenly someone jumped out, knelt in front of him and started shouting injustice. He didn't react for a while.

Is it possible that I have awakened Conan's physique?

At this moment, before he could speak, Xia Yuanji on the other side hurried over and shouted angrily at the official kneeling on the ground:

"Bastard, Xie Jin is a prison sent by the emperor himself. If there was injustice, why didn't you cry out when the emperor was around? But the emperor just left Yingtian, and you jumped out to cry out for injustice? Who in the world ordered you? What's An's intention? What's your idea? Could it be that the emperor is not in Yingtian, so you think that your grandson is young and you can bully him if you want?"

Xia Yuanji was furious, but still a little confused when he finished his words. He saluted Zhu Zhanji again and said:

"Xia Yuanji, my minister, asked the grandson to punish him for his misconduct in front of the palace and alienating the royal family. He will be sent to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. He will report it to the Emperor Ming and then be tried by the Ministry of Punishment together with Dali Temple!"

After Xia Yuanji finished speaking, Li Ziqi's face instantly turned pale on the ground.

When Zhu Zhanji saw this, he was a little speechless. He was not stupid.

Xia Yuanji stood up and spoke before he opened his mouth, obviously to defend him, and made the purpose of the guy in front of him clear in his words.

The guy in front of me was obviously a pawn who jumped out at the instigation of others.

It is estimated that the appeal of grievance is false, and the attempt to provoke the image of myself in front of my grandfather is true.

After all, it was Old Man Zhu who Xie Jin offended, and it was Old Man Zhu who personally ordered him to be imprisoned in imperial prison.

As soon as this old man Zhu left, he was going to redress his grievances to Jie Jin as his grandson. What would old man Zhu think then?

Do you think your eldest grandson is a bit inflated?

No matter how you look at it, you are trying to dismantle him, the emperor’s grandpa!

Not only that, if the redress of grievances fails, Lao Zhutou might turn around in anger and find a reason to kill Xie Jin.

At that time, maybe some people will think that Xie Jin died because of him. You must know that Xie Jin's reputation is not low.

As the first minister of the Ming Dynasty's cabinet, he was extremely famous both in court and among scholars.

Even Lao Zhu Tousha Jie Jin went around in a big circle and asked Ji Gang, "Is Jin still there?"

The hint in one sentence was almost too obvious. He just took Ji Gang's hand and said:

"Is Jie Jin still alive? I don't want to see him anymore, please kill him for me!"

As Mr. Zhu's number one confidant, it is almost Ji Gang's instinct to figure out Zhu Di's thoughts. How could Ji Gang not hear what Zhu Di meant.

But even so, Ji Gang did not dare to kill Xie Jin openly. Instead, he went around in a circle, first making Xie Jin drunk, then dragging him to the snow and burying him, and finally freezing to death.

In this way, Ji Gang has an explanation. After all, it is normal for people to freeze to death in the winter, let alone in prison?

"Well, no, I seemed to have missed ten small goals just now!"

Just as Zhu Zhanji was thinking, his expression suddenly paused.

Then he stared straight at Li Ziqi who was kneeling on the ground. The next moment, his eyes suddenly became a little fiery. He stared at Li Ziqi with excitement and scolded:
Chapter completed!