The cabinet scholars and the ministers of the six ministries all knew that this time the Emperor wanted to split up the Arsenal Department, and they might not be able to stop it.
The key was that the previous things had been done too much, and the entire Arsenal Department had been taken care of.
At the same time, it also showed everyone that the Arsenal Department had been completely rotten to the core, and what the Emperor was doing now was really reasonable.
You had nothing to say, and you couldn't refute it. Although the Emperor's decision to split the Arsenal Department was uncomfortable, it was not impossible to accept. This made people uncomfortable.
Although the power of the Ministry of War had been reduced, it was not completely abolished.
In fact, Zhu Yijun had studied it. The Sui Dynasty first established the Ministry of War, with the Minister as the main official and the Assistant Minister as the secondary official. The Song, Liao, Jin, and Yuan Dynasties did not govern military affairs.
The power of the Ministry of War was very small. The Song Dynasty had the Privy Council, and the Privy Council could be both civil and military officials.
Although it was difficult for a military official to take up the post, it was still possible. However, the Minister of War Daming would never let a military official take up the post.
The Commander-in-Chief of the Five Armies had long lost its former glory. It would be a joke to want them to recover without giving them some power.
What Zhu Yijun was doing now was to gradually strengthen the power of the Commander-in-Chief of the Five Armies. He couldn't let the Commander-in-Chief of the Five Armies be suppressed and unable to move.
Seeing that the ministers were silent, Zhu Yijun nodded and said, "Since you have no objection, then do as I say!"
The ministers looked at each other and were speechless. Didn't we have any objection?
Of course we had an objection, but we couldn't say it, and you wouldn't listen even if we said it.
Zhu Yijun didn't bother to argue with them. He first attacked the Arsenal Department, first for money, and second to shut them up.
Although there would still be people jumping out to make trouble, there would be no problem if the cabinet scholars and the ministers of the six ministries did not do anything.
After the news about the division of the Arsenal Department spread, it didn't seem to cause much of a stir. Many people felt that this matter had little to do with them.
The benefits of the Arsenal Department had nothing to do with them. Now the Arsenal Department was still in the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of War had an additional Armaments Department, which didn't seem to be bad.
As for the forging of armaments, they were not interested at all.
Of course, this was also because two other matters had diverted their attention.
One of them was about the illegal salt case. Sun Piyang's memorial was sent to the cabinet. It described the whole incident in detail and attached testimony.
Later on, Sun Piyang asked the imperial court for instructions on how to deal with this matter.
The Qian family of Hejian County was written on it, which immediately attracted a lot of people's attention.
In fact, the status of the Qian family in Hejian County was completely different from that of the Zhou family in Cangzhou. The Zhou family was a family of businessmen for generations, while the Qian family in Hejian County was a family of scholars.
The old master of the Qian family used to be an inspector.
Although Old Master Qian had died more than ten years ago, the Qian Family was still an aristocratic family!
Although his descendants had declined and were unable to forge a path in the imperial examinations, their status was still there.
In the current officialdom, the Qian Family still had a lot of connections. This memorial immediately caused quite a stir.
The Qian family of Hejian County was actually a salt smuggler. This was impossible. This was definitely slander.
The matter regarding the Qian family was also dug up. The in-laws of Marquis Xining's residence had many salt permits as dowry. This made sense.
The Qian family must have been wrongly accused. It was the Zhou family who had carelessly clung to them.
Then, memorials swarmed into the palace. Basically, they were all about impeaching Sun Piyang and speaking up for the Qian family.
As for the second matter, it was about the Wala messengers entering the capital. However, there were two groups of messengers.
It seemed that these two groups were not on good terms. From time to time, they would blow their beards and glare at each other, as if they were ready to fight at any time.
The real news came quickly. An Dahan was dead. The two groups of messengers were sent by An Dahan's eldest son, Huang Taiji. The other group was sent by An Dahan's consort, Sanniangzi.
This agitated many people. Most of them thought that they could pacify the world. They felt that they had the talent of Zhuge Liang. What arsenal? What illicit salt case? These were all small matters. How could they trouble great talents like us?
This time, An Dahan's death and the chaos at the borders were the best opportunity for me to express my life's aspirations. Now, my name would be known throughout the world. My talent would never be recognized.
Thus, this wave of memorials was also sent into the palace. They talked about the relationship between the Daming and Wala. They started with An Dahan's writing, to An Dahan's tribute, and then peace. They flattered him from top to bottom. Then, they wrote their own opinions.
Zhu Yijun threw out another memorial. He stood up in annoyance and walked straight to the entrance of the main hall.
The late autumn wind was slightly cold. When it blew on Zhu Yijun's body, his annoyance was slightly alleviated.
Every single one of those memorials was boastful. In the end, they talked about ethics. They said that Sanniangzi should follow Wala's customs and marry Hwang Tae-gil.
"A bunch of shameless and unscrupulous people!"
Zhu Yijun snorted coldly. He finally understood the way these people did things. Using a common saying, "a man's mouth has two skins. No matter what you say, it's all reasonable." The same thing, two different ways of saying it. No matter what, he was right.
He scolded the Wala people for being beasts. An uncle marrying a niece, a son marrying a stepmother. Now, he stood up and advocated for Sanniangzi to marry Hwang Tae-gil.
Using the happiness of a Wala woman to ensure the peace of the Daming's borders. What nonsense was this?
After a long while, Zhu Yijun smiled bitterly and shook his head. In reality, he just could not get over this hurdle in his heart.
The great Daming forced a woman from the Wala tribe to exchange for peace for him. Zhu Yijun not only felt embarrassed, he even felt his face hurt.
Besides, Zhu Yijun also felt that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to get closer to the Daming and the Wala.
After Sanniangzi, the Wala tribe had completely declined. The Chahar tribe and Lindan Khan were rising. The whole of Liaodong was in trouble.
If they could swallow the Wala at this stage, it would be very beneficial for the Daming.
Sanniangzi was the candidate that Zhu Yijun was looking forward to the most. She had a good impression of the Daming and hated war. She was very suitable!
If he pushed Sanniangzi to Hwang Tae-gil now, although he would not become an enemy of the Daming, it would not be easy for him to join the Daming's camp.
"Starting a war for Sanniangzi?
Is it worth it? "Zhu Yijun looked up at the sky and was speechless for a long time.
His thoughts drifted with the wind. After an unknown period of time, a sentence suddenly popped up in Zhu Yijun's mind. "Use five tons of artillery shells to exchange for Li Yunlong!"
Thinking of this sentence, Zhu Yijun suddenly smiled. What was he afraid of?
Afraid of war?
What was there to be afraid of? There was always war at the borders of the Daming.
Now that Qi Jiguang was alive and the Daming had many good generals, he was also rich. What was there to be afraid of?
Heaving a sigh of relief, Zhu Yijun felt as if he had suddenly seen the light. He had made a decision and felt much more relaxed.
Turning back to the main hall, Zhu Yijun saw the worried Zhang Jing. He smiled and said, "Alright, don't look at me like that. I'm fine!"
After saying this, Zhu Yijun smiled and asked, "Who are the envoys sent by Wala this time?"
"In reply to the Imperial Majesty, Sanniangzi has sent Moregen of the Wala Qilagut tribe. It is said that this Moregen means archer.
He is Sanniangzi's younger brother and the current chief of the Wala Qilagut tribe. "
"As for Hwang Tae-gil, he has sent his son. His name is Lalik. He is the eldest son of Hwang Tae-gil."
After listening to Zhang Jing's report, Zhu Yijun nodded lightly. He had already seen some clues from this matter.
Although the two people sent seemed to be related to Sanniangzi's matter, they were from two different tribes.
Sanniangzi's younger brother, Moregen, naturally represented the Wala Qilagut tribe. Obviously, they were not willing to be ruled by the descendants of An Dahan.
However, An Dahan was a descendant of the Golden Family and was not as powerful as Hwang Tae-gil. Direct confrontation was not an option. The best way was to support Sanniangzi's son. After all, he was also An Dahan's son and a descendant of the Golden Family.
If that eight-year-old child became the new Khan, then the entire Wala would be under Sanniangzi's control.
In this way, Sanniangzi would have to rely on the Wala Qilagut tribe. The rise of the Wala Qilagut tribe was just around the corner.
Hwang Tae-gil, the son of An Dahan, was not a fool either. He wanted to marry Sanniangzi and succeed the position of Sungai Of Gojoseon. These two matters were related to each other.
Now that the two sides were in a deadlock, they looked for Daming. After all, Daming's power in the northwest was still very strong.
After so many years, Qi Jiguang, Ma Fang, and the others had fought with the Wala more than once. The current situation was a result of fighting.
After thinking this through, Zhu Yijun naturally knew what to do. He looked at Zhang Jing with a smile and said, "Alright, let's not worry about the Wala for now. Let's solve the problem of the illicit salt trade first!"
While Zhu Yijun was thinking about solving the illicit salt trade in the palace, in a remote courtyard in the capital, an old man was sitting under a tree and drinking tea.
Although the courtyard was not big, it was decorated very elegantly. The autumn leaves had not been swept. Although it looked a little dilapidated, it had a different taste.
The old man sat in a rocking chair, rocking as he drank tea.
He was a man in his forties. His sideburns were a little white. Although there were some wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and the tip of his eyebrows, there were not many.
He was a little thin, but he looked very spirited. His eyes were half-closed, and he looked calm and composed.
At this moment, the courtyard door was opened. Then, a young man rushed in. His face was somewhat similar to the middle-aged man lying on the ground.
The young man came to the middle-aged man's side and said in a Shanxi dialect, "Father, why are you still so free at this time?"
The man opened his eyes and looked at the young man. He said in a deep voice, "Be more mature. You are already a father. How can you be so impatient all day?"