Mu Ying's wedding was hosted by Empress Ma and the prince himself. All civil and military officials came to ask for friendship when they smelled the smell of golden thighs, and Mu Ying was unable to stand firm when she was drunk.

Li Shanchang came a little late because of the imperial examination. In order to apologize, he sent Mu Ying a good handwriting on the spot to express his congratulations.

Before leaving, Mu Ying pulled Zhu Biao's arm drunk and couldn't speak clearly: "Your Highness treats Mu Ying sincerely. If Mu Ying goes to Yunnan, he will repay His Highness twice as much."

"Mu Ying, you are drunk, and I will not talk about repaying you. The older young man finally got married, and the queen mother was worried about you. When your eldest son was born, you should tell me."

The drinkers, the foodies, and the chattering guests were stumbled around the yard of Mu Mansion, and the bench was tilted, but there was no wasteful food on the plate and the ground.

"Your Highness, let's have a drink." The general next to him was drunk and fell toast.

Empress Ma waited for Zhu Biao to come and looked at Chang Meirong next to her: "Biao'er, what should you do if you smell your alcohol and smell your mother."

"I'll go back now."

"Go back and see if your father has eaten." Queen Ma sat in the upper seat and told Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao nodded and took Chang Meirong away from Mu Mansion, with Sanbao, Mao Xiang and Liu Guyu following behind.

On the way, Zhu Biao asked Mao Xiang about Liu Guyu's training situation. I heard that the training was very hard and progressed rapidly.

In the Jinyiwei industry, there are many things to do, and they also need to be proficient in it. It is great that a girl can do this.

After entering the palace city, Zhu Biao looked at Liu Guyu with appreciation and said, "Follow Mao Xiang well, I will find a good marriage for you at that time. Your father died for the court. I should treat you as a relative."

Liu Guyu blushed and smiled: "Thank you, Your Highness, Prince."

Then Zhu Biao asked them to send Chang Meirong back to the East Palace to rest. He took Sanbao to chat with Lao Zhu.

Lao Zhu touched his chin and took off his boots from the couch. As soon as he finished processing the memorial, he looked at Zhu Biao with his head in front of him: "I'm back so early, are there many people going here today."

"There are quite a lot, but no one wasted the wine, vegetables and food. Uncle Xu did not go, and Lan Yu did not go." Zhu Biao thought for a while and replied.

Old Zhu thought for a while: "Let Xu Da train in the martial arts field. When sending troops, he must sharpen the knife and feed the horses, and practice in advance. Prepare for the subsequent war.

As for Lan Yu, if you use it well, you will use a quick knife. You just came back from Sichuan and let them rest. In short, don’t stay in the court all the time. If these generals stay in the court for a long time, they will start to be domineering and cause trouble. Let’s see that Lan Yu is like this.”

After talking for a long time, Zhu Biao remembered what Lao Zhu had to eat: "Father, have you eaten?"

"No, if you don't say it, we'll forget it." Wave your hand: "Yu Yi, give us a whole bowl of noodles."

Lao Zhu is inseparable from noodles... Zhu Biao caught up with Yu Yi: "Let the imperial chef add egg flower soup."

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's Order." Yu Yi quickly finished speaking.

When he returned to the hall, Lao Zhu flipped out three memorials to Zhu Biao: "Look, these are the three new games you added a few days ago. Then you can choose some from the scholars in this year's high school. It's so easy to squeeze out the raw melon seeds."

Lao Zhu thought carefully. These new and new skills are like blank paper, and it is very good to pull them into these three games.

"Ming Shang Bureau needs several people who are specifically responsible for business licenses and other matters. My ministers think that they will choose two from the National Academy of Scholars. In the future, the commercial tax of the Ming Shang Bureau will account for the majority of the imperial tax revenue. The Jiangnan area is also a major tax area."

Speaking of Jiangnan as a place of taxation, Lao Zhu thought of another thing. Last year, he was named king, and Zhu Su let Jiangnan be the King of Wu.

When talking about taxation just now, he thought about it and felt that he could not put him in Jiangnan. Now the Jiangnan area is a major tax area. The Ming Commerce Bureau, the Maritime Affairs Bureau, the Road Administration Bureau, the Weaving Bureau, and the Salt Affairs Bureau are all on the three-point land of Nanzhili.

If the Wu Lao stayed in Jiangnan, this would affect the taxes and would have to be changed to other places.

The father and son said this and then went to the steps in front of the hall. Lao Zhu held a bowl of noodles and ate it like this.

The censor Zhou Qing stood far away and saw a father and son on the Baishi steps. He wanted to persuade Lao Zhu to have a meal like he was not the same as the old farmer before.

Walking around, thinking that he was disguised by His Royal Highness the last time he lowered his head and pretended not to see it, and ran to another place to supervise and provoke it.

"We think about it today. Now that these three new games are all in Jiangnan, what should we do in the north?" Old Zhu put the chopsticks on the noodle bowl and hit Zhu Biao beside him with his elbow: "What should we do?"

Zhu Biao smiled: "When these three bureaus are stable, there will naturally be branches in the north, and all prefectures and counties will have such branches. Just like the Weavering Bureau and the Salt Bureau, there are some in Shanxi, Henan, Shaanxi, etc.

But it just opened and it still needs to be improved continuously. I thought about letting those younger brothers take care of some things, but unfortunately..."

"What a pity? Even if they don't work, they will be granted the title of Prince and Prince in the future. Let's give your younger brothers enough for their whole life."

"Father, if this continues, the descendants of the old Zhu family will only become borers that corrode the Ming Dynasty like their second brother."

"What are you talking about?" Old Zhu took a photo on Zhu Biao's head: "If you have your descendants in the future, you won't feel sorry for you. Why are we conquering the world?"

Lao Zhu rolled his eyes and was unacceptable for a moment. If he had won the country, he would have achieved enlightenment and ascend to heaven alone. Therefore, he earned this family business for his descendants.

"Is it because my father is so good to eat, but I don't have any good food to eat, and I feel that you are all about the people's throne?" Zhu Biao asked him back.

"We are all people in our hearts." Lao Zhu poked his heart with his fingers.

"Father, my son-in-law think that if the descendants of the Zhu family all received their salary and inherited the title of king, they would have a salary as long as they were born, but they were not diligent in all their limbs and did not divide the grains, then my son would only feel sad."

Old Zhu naturally knew that Zhu En went to the weaving bureau last time and ran back to play as a palace maid in the bedroom: "Then what do you mean by telling us?"

"Father, if you hope that the Ming Dynasty's royal family will always have food and clothing, your son believes that you can change the method and give them a basket of fish, it is better to give them fish."

"Speak human words and say it directly, don't beat around the bush." ​​Old Zhu held his face and stepped on the stone steps with one leg.

Zhu Biao: "Think about it, my son."

For the Ming Dynasty, the biggest feature of the treatment of the vassal kings was that they were hereditary or not to be reduced to their titles. Later, the vassal kings did not need to bear corresponding obligations and enjoyed great economic privileges.

It would be strange if the Ming Dynasty did not corrupt quickly.

However, I always feel a little bit like a life-changing one's own family. Zhu Biao shook his head and didn't want to think so much, he had to be right for his time travel.

If you need to reform, you will reform.

The vassal kings of the old Zhu family later became like animals in captivity, only needed to enjoy and not pay. They would quickly corrode into a drag.

"Have you thought about it?" Old Zhu touched Zhu Biao behind his back with his elbow. Every time he discussed the matter, he would run to the steps and sit together to talk about it.

"My son has a bold suggestion to make the prince of the Ming Dynasty unable to become a rice insect."
Chapter completed!