Chapter 2: Cooking fresh

In the eastern side hall of Wenyuan Pavilion, Ye Zhao slowly looked through the memorials on the table. The state style was first established and it was no longer as busy as the new dynasty. For many things, Emperor Shengde only needed to make a big idea and the government department would handle the specific matters themselves.

But there are some things that Emperor Shengde must make arbitrary decisions.

Let’s talk about the current situation. It is a proposal to manage the Yellow River. A few years ago, the Yellow River broke and changed its route from northern Jiangsu to Shandong. It turned out that the river that had passed through northern Jiangsu and entered the Yellow Sea turned into ruins, and there was no trace on the map.

"Different route", these two words are really terrifying. I don't know how many homes turned into powder in an instant, and thousands of creatures were washed away without a trace. This time, the Yellow River broke down, which was originally jointly borne by the four provinces of Henan, Anhui, Jiangsu and Shandong, almost all of them fell on Shandong.

When governing the Yellow River, the State Council has two voices, namely "distance" and "re-distance", advocating the Yellow River to change to Shandong or advocating the restoration of the Yellow River into the sea from Jiangsu.

Locally, Shandong people strongly demanded the re-road, while Jiangsu advocated changing the route.

In fact, over time, re-divine road has become increasingly unfeasible.

From the Yellow River to the 62nd year, yellow water flooded every year. If Ye Zhao remembers it correctly, after the Yellow River was diverted from 55th in history, there were only three years of yellow disasters in the next 30 years, and the rest of the years were "decided every year".

The current proposal was Ye Zhaona's idea. After the Political Council's discussion, it was necessary to improve it and establish the "Yellow River Governance Committee" to allocate special funds to rest and rectify the embankments on both sides of the Yellow River. In the next ten years, the annual amount of funds will reach 5 million silver dollars.

There is nothing we can do about this. The Yellow River has just changed its course, and it will definitely take several years of erosion and man-made constraints to gradually form a new river channel.

Ye Zhao will pay attention to water conservancy projects no matter what. Of course, the supervision of the governance committee must be extremely strict. These money is enough, but if the mercury cure is greedy from top to bottom like the previous dynasty, then the amount of money will be wasted.

Hopefully this year the flood will be smaller.

Ye Zhao can only pray now, and it is impossible to cure the Yellow River immediately. He just changed the route and the river channel has not been completed. Even in the next three to five years, he must be mentally prepared for the flood of yellow disasters.

Looking at the following note, it is a note from several merchants, including an English merchant, who jointly established a railway company and built the Beijing-Fengtian Railway.

In fact, this note has been rejected once by Ye Zhao.

The railway built in the North uses narrow French gauges, which is not opposite to the standard steel rails of the Southern Dynasties. Because there were railway foundations that were abandoned halfway through the North and several sections of the laid rails, the railway company also prepared to use narrow gauges, which was immediately rejected by Ye Zhao.

The new charter naturally abandoned the narrow-gauge theory, and the cost increased sharply.

Having said that, although the original railway tracks in the North were not available, the route had been planned long ago, village relocation, road construction and bridge construction, and basic structures had been completed, which were much faster and more convenient than starting a new stove.

Silver, silver, Ye Zhao shook his head, twisted up the purple hair that had just been paid tribute in Xuanzhou, and wrote a line of small characters on the memorial.

The purple hair is slightly hard, and the tip is as sharp as a cone and as sharp as a knife. For Ye Zhao, who is used to writing hard pens and fountain pens, it is the most suitable.

"Your Majesty, Renshou has arrived." The attendant outside the hall reported.

"Oh, Xuan came in." Ye Zhao put down the brush in his hand.

After a while, footsteps sounded, leading the officials in front and Prince Rui Renshou in the back.

"I wish you a blessing to the emperor." Prince Rui knelt down respectfully and kowtowed.

Ye Zhao nodded slightly and said, "Give him a seat."

Someone brought Ruon Dun next to him, and Prince Rui thanked him for his gratitude. Then he sat down. The old man is in his fifties, has a good body, a rosy face, and an extraordinary demeanor.

Ye Zhao took a sip of the golden teacup and said, "There is such a thing, do you get a letter to deal with the Yellow Disaster?"

"Yes, I have heard of it a little." Prince Rui bowed slightly.

Ye Zhao said: "What do you think?"

Prince Rui's face was obviously a little surprised, and he would never have thought that Ye Zhao would suddenly ask him to express his opinions on political affairs.

The old man was obviously embarrassed because he didn't do his homework and said, "I dare not speak nonsense." He didn't understand these things very well.

Ye Zhao picked up the note that was marching the river and said, "You can take a look at this first."

A servant next to him took it and presented it to him.

Prince Rui took it respectfully and looked it up, and then sighed in his heart. The new dynasty and the previous dynasty were really different, with extraordinary courage. The emperor not only set up a commissioned office, but also must be a ten-year outline. It is many times better than the previous dynasty’s temporary cramming and preparing money everywhere.

"What do you think?" Ye Zhao asked him with a smile.

"The emperor is wise and wise, and the servants are not only praise, but also praise." Prince Rui closed the memorial and praised him repeatedly.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "There is such an errand to be handed over to your Council. The newly established Heheyuan government office requires you to supervise all the funds. Where is the money spent? How to spend it, you have to verify every bill. If you need to check it, you have to lose a sum of money. I will ask you."

Prince Rui was stunned and said, "I'm afraid that the slaves will be confused and cannot do this trip well." This is too incredible. Could it be that the emperor saw that he was idle and had complaints, so he came here specially? Although among the hundreds of political consultants in the Council, Enping Wei in the south accounted for the majority, but they are all common people after all, and what is the important task of governing the river? Then the river management yamen are all capable officials in the new dynasty. When will it be my turn to intervene?

Ye Zhao said: "You are too humble. This matter is settled. But in the process, don't point fingers in the project, just supervise the money and use items."

At this point, Prince Rui realized that the emperor was not testing him. He was stunned and hurriedly knelt down, burst into tears, and kowtowed hard: "Dare you dare not to fail to serve him?"

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Okay, get up, you are a political consultant. As long as you are open and honest, there is no need to avoid too many taboos."

"Yes, I understand." Prince Rui kowtowed again.

The Council is now a decoration. It is better to find some errands for them to supervise the flow of river treasury without interfering in river treasury affairs. Then everyone will do their best. At the same time, it will be considered as gradually increasing the voice of the Council.

It is reasonable for Prince Rui to be grateful to him for wearing. After all, this job seems to be extremely powerful.

If you want to say these things, the Office of the Internal Affairs Office may be more clear, but it is still possible in the early stage. If the secret service agencies are used to supervise the operation of the national system, it would be abnormal in itself, right?

Ye Zhao picked up the teacup and took a sip, saying, "Okay, you can go down."

Prince Rui hurriedly kowtowed and left.

After reviewing several memorials, Ye Zhao began to study the "Commercial Code" he wrote. Commercial Law had already taken shape in the Southern Dynasties. Now it only needs to be slightly improved and then its status is determined in the form of a code.

Near noon, Rui Si came to kowtow.

Now Ruisi is the Minister of the Imperial Household Affairs Office and the First Class Viscount.

When Ye Zhao saw him come in, he smiled and said, "Let's go and meet an old acquaintance."

Rui Si was a common slave. In just a few years, he was ranked first-rank official and was one of the emperor's closest ministers. His situation was so strange that he was still dreaming.

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Several carriages left the Forbidden Palace from the east gate, walked through Chang'an Street, and went straight to Baishun Hutong, Hanjiatan.

Baishun Hutong houses are lined with green bricks and black tiles, and the sound of silk and bamboo is floating.

In this area, not only are there Taiping Guild Hall, Jintai Guild Hall and other guild halls, but also fireworks and willow alleys, opera troupes, brothels and tobacco shops. It is really a place with complex flow.

Rui Si was stunned when he got off the carriage. How could the large mansion standing in the attic in front of him look so familiar?

Ye Zhao smiled, tapped with a fan, and said, "Isn't this Yanchunyuan? I met the Imperial Concubine here in the past."

Rui Si suddenly realized that the world was changing. This temple that was the first-class in the capital back then changed its sign this morning, but it was a big opium house. The plaque under the lintel "Fu Shou Hall" was plaque under the door, and there were yawning green robes and braids coming in and out from time to time.

"Let's go in, they should arrive too." Ye Zhao walked forward and entered the yard. A servant had already smiled and greeted him. "How many masters? How many wait for the room? The new Suzhou girls are all fresh and tender."

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "I like to ask someone to have some food with me? Is it okay for a new girl?"

The servant laughed and lowered his voice mysteriously: "According to the rules of our new dynasty, of course it won't work, but if you want to give more money, isn't it easy to deal with? Think about it, you rewarded her with the first sip of elegant films, so how can you read your good things in the future?"

Ye Zhao nodded slightly and said, "I'm fine, okay."

Rui Si blinked the triangle eyes and looked at the servant a few times. He hadn't hit someone with his own hands for many years, but now, he really wants to slap this blind bastard for his master's big mouth and take his master's orders as a warning? This dog doesn't want it anymore!

Ye Zhao just put away the folding fan and said, "Go to Ganoderma Pavilion, I've made an appointment with someone."

The servant was even more attentive immediately. The Ganoderma Pavilion is the best single room in the tobacco restaurant. If it were not for the high-ranking officials and nobles, they would not be able to afford it.

The layout of Fushou Hall has not changed, with two floors on all sides, and the escalator on the south side winds up.

Ganoderma Lucidum Pavilion was where Dachun had first met Ye Zhao and Matchmaker. The outer hall and inner room were decorated more gorgeously, with French carpets and sofas.

Of course, French carpets are just popular, but are actually mostly weaved by Jiangnan.

"I have to come here!" A delicate and melting voice, if only he could hear it, no one would have thought that the owner of the voice would be Su Hongniang, the female princess who was so powerful all over the world.

When Rui Si saw Qiancai's charming beauty who suddenly appeared in front of him, he hurriedly kowtowed: "Slave Rigi pays homage to the Imperial Concubine."

In the fireworks place, the matchmaker naturally changed into casual clothes. Ye Zhao was stunned at that time. He had a long slim black sweater with a high collar to the two layers of his chest. It was as complicated as if he was wearing a variety of vests. The hem was three inches above the knee. It was very elastic. It tightly wrapped around the matchmaker's body. Further down were black cotton socks and knee-length leather boots, which were cold and charming. Ye Zhao's eyes were shining and almost couldn't pull it out.

I want to wear a cloak when I come in, otherwise it wouldn’t cause a sensation?

"Get up." The matchmaker said softly to Rui Si, but glared at Ye Zhao, feeling that Ye Zhao was exactly the same as the little pervert in the room back then.

Ye Zhao coughed dryly and sat at the sandalwood round table, where a maid presented fragrant tea.

"Where is Dachun? Not yet here?" Ye Zhao's voice had not yet fallen, and his footsteps were heard. Dachun hurried in and kowtowed again to pay his respects.

When Ye Zhao saw Dachun coming in, he smiled: "Chun'er, see who this is? If you want to say you are the big matchmaker for me and your sister-in-law, I really have to thank you!"

Ye Zhao and Dachun had a few meals and gradually stopped Dachun's energy, but Dachun didn't dare to call Ye Zhao "Brother".

Listening to Ye Zhao's words, Dachun laughed dryly, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Ye Zhao said: "Okay, let's sit down. Today we are all our own people, so let's have less etiquette."

Ruisi and Dachun were sitting on the chair with half of their butts. They just met, but they hugged each other and felt each other very much.

Ye Zhao smiled again and said, "Your sister-in-law has to go to the front line again tomorrow. After hearing about you, she will meet you no matter how hard she hears you."

Dachun felt warm in her heart, but she didn't dare to look directly at the matchmaker.

The matchmaker knew that her husband had few friends. She wanted to tie this Dachun back then, but she had a bad relationship. It was funny to think about it.

Regarding Dachun, she felt a little closer and said softly: "Chun'er, when I return to Beijing in the future, I will take my brothers and sisters to take a walk."

Dachun hurriedly claimed yes, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Emperor, Dachun wants to ask the emperor for something."

Ye Zhao said: "You said."
To be continued...