Zhu Zhanji, who was parked in front of the East Palace gate, couldn't take a step for a long time, but this step was still necessary to take it.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling a turbid breath, Zhu Zhanji raised his chest and entered the East Palace.

Fortunately, my mother, Zhang, did not wait early as usual, as if she was in tune with each other, preparing to teach her a lesson to the slut who went out to cause trouble again.

Zhu Zhanji finally breathed a sigh of relief when he walked all the way to the place where his father Zhu Gaochi handled government affairs.

In recent years, Grandpa Huang has been expeditioning north twice, and has always been accompanied by the second and third brothers in armor. As the eldest, the crown prince Zhu Gaochi stayed in the capital and supervised the country to handle government affairs in the world.

Until now, even if Zhu Di stayed in Nanjing, most of the political affairs were handed over to the East Palace first. Unless it was a military and national affairs involving the Ming Dynasty, they were sent directly to the emperor. Otherwise, all the matters were handed over to the East Palace first, and finally the matter was written and handed over to the emperor for a review.

Zhu Zhanji gently pushed open the door, and what was hit by the books scattered all over the ground, which almost made people have no place to step on. The table next to him was full of memorials of ministers who had handled in the past.

Further in, after a big case, Zhu Gaochi, who was in a strong state, was leaning down in a pile of taller documents, holding a pen, frowning, sometimes angry, sometimes happy, and Yingying's small calligraphy fell on the memorials of the ministers.

When Zhu Zhanji walked to the big case, Zhu Gaochi had never noticed that his child was coming.

There is a trace of white hair...

For no reason, Zhu Zhanji saw a trace of white hair between Zhu Gaochi's hair, and his nose softened: "Father, my son is back."

Zhu Zhanji spoke very carefully, for fear of frightening Zhu Gaochi, which would affect the words he was writing were written badly. His father attached great importance to the memorials of his ministers, and as always believed that the memorials of his ministers were for the Ming Dynasty, regardless of whether they were good or bad. So his father, who was usually fond of books, was willing to throw those ancient books that could not be asked to on the ground, rather than discarding those useless memorials. Instead, he gathered them neatly.

If I write bad words on the memorial of my minister, I am afraid my father will be upset for several days...

While thinking about it, Zhu Zhanji suddenly saw that Zhu Gaochi had stopped writing and slowly raised his head.

Zhu Gaochi looked at Zhu Zhanji with a bright smile on his face, and smiled silly: "Zhanji is back! I heard something happened outside today, right? Now that I can see you, it's not a big deal... OK! Very good! Your grandfather always does everything to you personally, but I end up having a leisure time, either! OK!"

Zhu Zhanji didn't know what to say. His father Zhu Gaochi had such a personality. If it weren't for this, who else could have afforded the word "benevolence" in the Ming Dynasty!

Seeing that his son was not speaking, Zhu Gaochi waved his hand. He first looked at the memorial he had just reviewed without any problems. Then he carefully picked it up and blew gently into the words he wrote. Then he closed the memorials he had written before and spread the memorials on the top.

Finally, after doing these things, Zhu Gaochi raised his hand and rubbed his temples: "Spring is getting better, and all regions naturally need to prepare for spring plowing. However, at the end of last year, many places suffered from snow disasters. Although the relief provided by the ministers at that time was timely and appropriate, there were still places that were not done well, for fear of delaying the spring plowing that is about to start now. So I have watched them more recently and cursed a few more words. In the past two days, I have also added more complaints. However, I am still doing things after all..."

Zhu Zhanji rolled up his sleeves and packed the books all over the floor in person, saying, "You should take a break. Let the matter continue. If they don't do well, just criticize them again. But... you probably won't be willing to scold them. If you don't scold, let grandpa scold you! If you are tired of you because of this series of things, that is the loss of our Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Gaochi did not answer, but pointed at the book that Zhu Zhanji was holding with some distress, with a look of heartache: "That is the lonely book of Wu Zhou, please take it lightly! Don't break the book!"

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "Yes, yes! Son is careful! You feel sorry for these books, so you don't even put a stance for them. But those notes are piled up and higher day by day!"

"This is different! I love books, which is a private matter, but the memorial is the state affairs of the Ming Dynasty. All state affairs are great and all state affairs are important! In the future, you must do this as well when you start handling government affairs! Never forget it!" Zhu Gaochi said, as if he had listened to his son's words, and got up from the chair he had been sitting all day long, walked to the front with difficulty, and picked up the books on the ground with his son.

Zhu Zhanji was a little unhappy and put the book in his hand on the corner, then pulled Zhu Gaochi to sit on the steps: "You should rest well, I'll do this! It's only a short time..."

Zhu Gaochi wanted to say something, but seeing Zhu Zhanji busy in front of him, he raised his hand and took a rest, his eyes filled with smiles.

After finally sorting out the books in the room and stacking them together, Zhu Zhanji sat down on the ground in front of Zhu Gaochi.

Seeing this, Zhu Gaochi frowned, but thinking that the young man was not afraid of the cold, he didn't say anything.

Zhu Zhanji held a note in his hand and looked at it and snorted coldly: "Have you ever had more notes like this below recently?"

Zhu Gaochi grabbed the note and placed it carefully on his legs: "Each governor, the provincial government, the prefectures and counties are in charge of a lot of things. They can't solve it, but they can only get involved. In the end, they all came here. The money is always given. How can we do things without money? We need money everywhere, which means they are really doing things. If we don't have money, I will really worry."

Zhu Zhanji became a little bad and snorted coldly again.

Zhu Gaochi didn't care, but his eyes flashed: "You have just gone to your grandfather's place? Have you got some good things from your grandfather? Hurry up and share some for your father. Don't be too much this time, just 50%! Seeing that the people in Shandong are almost unable to get out of the way, they always have to provide relief to the money!"

"Dad!" Zhu Zhanji shouted: "I don't like you! If it were usual, I would give you what my grandfather rewarded me, but I would use it for the people anyway. The things I got from my grandfather this time were for the son to use it elsewhere."

Zhu Gaochi was unwilling to give up: "It's really not possible? 50% not possible... 30% not! Just 30%!"

Zhu Zhanji still shook his head.

Zhu Gaochi was a little anxious: "Twenty percent! No more! No less! People can't survive!"

Zhu Zhanji was also anxious and stood up and said, "Dad, you said, "I made salt out of the past, and I wanted to improve our family's food, but you threw it directly to the Ministry of Revenue. Now even the most miserable Nine-Border Army in the Ming Dynasty are shouting slogans to reduce the supply of salt. Private salt dealers want to kill the Ministry of Revenue and kill our whole family by the way."

"That's not all! After all, people need to use salt. It's better to let everyone eat salt because they are cheaper, and the Ministry of Revenue can also make more inputs. But back then, glass used to make money, and it was intended to slaughter the things of wealthy households to fill the gaps in your place and place. Do you remember that you were so good at that time that you said it was just a few grains of sand, which was a scam, and you forced it to shelves. You didn't let me say it in front of my grandfather, and you broke your legs."

"Now, I finally got some money, but I still have to spend it on the next place to be useful. You are still thinking about exploiting it!"

Zhu Gaochi looked up at his already excited son, and reached out to grab him: "No people are waiting to be hungry... there is no food, but they will really rebel. At that time... then... they will have to kill blood again..."
Chapter completed!