Using officials to replace officials!
The officials present weren't fools. The Emperor's policy was to use officials to replace officials. Elementary Scholars would be officials. They didn't object to it and couldn't object.
If anyone objected, they wouldn't even be able to leave the palace.
If officials were to replace officials, then there was only one problem left. That was the finances.
Officials had to be paid a salary. Did the court have that much money?
Zhu Yijun didn't think much of this. Which of the low-ranking officials didn't take money, and they took a lot of it?
However, the money didn't come from the court. It wasn't that they couldn't afford it. The problem was that they couldn't collect the money.
From clearing the accounts of the fields to the salary, the officials and the gentry would have to pay for it. They could afford to pay for these people.
"Your Majesty, if we do this, I'm afraid the court won't be able to make ends meet!" Zhang Xueyan, the Minister of Revenue, said.
As the Minister of Revenue, Zhang Xueyan was very clear about the Daming's finances. Qi Jiguang's troops would definitely cost a lot of money.
With the current finances, supporting Qi Jiguang in a war was not a problem. However, the war couldn't last more than half a year.
Once it was over half a year, the court's finances wouldn't be able to keep up. This was the result of the Emperor confiscating more than two million.
However, fighting a war required too much money. Zhang Xueyan had a headache just thinking about money.
Now, he had to make use of the civil servants. The court didn't have the money to do so.
Zhang Xueyan guessed that the Emperor was placing his hopes on the salary. However, the salary hadn't arrived yet. He didn't know what would happen in the end.
Now that he was living beyond his means and using civil servants on a large scale, he would be in big trouble when he ran out of money.
"The Ministry of Revenue is out of money!" Zhang Xueyan felt that his attitude wasn't good enough and added.
Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Xueyan and saw that he was very determined. He had a 'I don't have money, do whatever you want' attitude. Although Zhu Yijun was laughing in his heart, his face was very serious, "Zhang, you, why is the Ministry of Revenue out of money?"
"Hasn't the court been doing well these few years?"
"Your Majesty, all the money in the Ministry of Revenue can be checked. Yes, the finances have improved a lot in the past few years, but the expenses of the court are also great!
We are going to use troops in the northwest, Shanxi and Shaanxi are going to have a disaster, money and provisions are going to be a problem. "
"In any case, I cannot take out money and grain. If Your Majesty must use civil servants, then I ask that Your Majesty transfer the palace treasury silver."
No one would have thought that Zhang Xueyan would get angry. He looked like he had nothing to lose, and his target was Zhu Yijun's palace treasury.
The minister had some understanding of the Emperor's palace treasury. The Emperor was rich.
Some time ago, he had confiscated a lot of silver. The palace treasury and the Ministry of Revenue had split the money in 70: 30, and the Emperor had taken 70%.
In addition, the Imperial Plantation's income over the past few years had made people envious. Every winter, they would earn a lot of money from the vegetables.
Now that all the court officials knew that the emperor was rich, if you wanted to do this, then you had to pay for it yourself!
Zhu Yijun almost laughed out of anger at Zhang Xueyan. Was she acting shamelessly?
The salary of the officials had always been paid by the national treasury. When did it become the palace treasury's turn?
However, Zhang Xueyan's words made Zhu Yijun think. How about he pay for the civil servants himself?
After paying, he could add a Daming Royal Civil Servant?
However, after thinking for a while, Zhu Yijun shook his head.
The Royal Navy could still be played, because the Emperor had his own army. This made sense.
However, once the officials were added to the Royal Family, then the nature changed. In the eyes of the scholars, they were the servants of the Royal Family.
For example, the Imperial Bodyguard or Dongchang. Zhu Yijun did not want to label the civil servants as servants of the Royal Family.
"Your Majesty, I think what Minister Zhang said makes sense!"
Shen Shixing also spoke at this time, "The court's finance really cannot take out the money. Why don't we wait until the court has more money? It won't be too late to take action then!"
Zhu Yijun glanced at Shen Shixing. This old man had always been the best at delaying.
In reality, from Yan Song, Xu Jie, Gao Gong, to Zhang Juzheng and Zhang Siwei, the Daming Cabinet Secretaries were all very powerful. If Zhang Siwei's father had not died and he himself had not lived long, perhaps that old man would have been the next Yan Song.
Compared to these people, Shen Shixing was a bit lacking. He appeared to be loyal and honest, and his temper was not explosive.
He seemed to fit the Confucian description of the golden mean. This was also the reason why Zhu Yijun used him. However, Shen Shixing was also very conflicted.
He wanted to do something big and leave his name in history, but he was always full of misgivings. It was like Fang Xuanling. He was good at planning, but not good at making decisions.
Zhu Yijun felt that Shen Shixing had difficulty choosing. However, at this time, he would not let Shen Shixing drag it on. If he dragged it on, who knew when he would be able to raise it again.
The imperial court had no money now, but there would be money in the future?
Zhu Yijun did not believe that. With Daming's background and what he wanted to do, he reckoned that Daming would have to wait.
"Let the ministers discuss it!" Zhu Yijun pondered for a while, and still showed a look of unwillingness to give up.
Seeing the Emperor stand up and leave, obviously unwilling to give up and ready to fight, the expressions of the ministers present were somewhat unsightly.
Zhang Xueyan's eyes swept across the faces of the people present, and said directly, "My lords, the Ministry of Revenue is out of money."
"If anyone agrees with the Emperor on this matter, I will say the ugly words first. Whoever agrees will get the money."
"If you think that I'm incompetent as the Minister of Revenue, you can write an impeachment letter to me. I can give up the position of Minister of Revenue, and whoever is capable can take it!" After saying this, Zhang Xueyan swung his sleeves, turned around, and walked out.
Among the six ministries, the Ministry of Revenue had a lot of power, but it was not easy to do it. After all, Daming was out of money!
Shen Shixing glanced at the expressionless Chen Hou.
Stop?
Mu Qian Yanjiu's dog?
Stupid loyalty?
Disrespect?
In Shen Shixing's view, Chen Hou
Tu Chi Qiangwei?
Badger model?
Yi Chi Qiang?
Zhi Zhi ∑ lotus root? Ru Yuan?
Throw Ji Qiang crane Jia?
Return to waste?
Chi Qiang?
Huai Du Bi Shu R??
Le Pao Huai Shu Qiang??
Mu Wu?
Ma?
Cuo Exchange Cape Mei called Pipa Jiao Gu Hun γ?
Mo Zhui Lu Ping
With Daming's imperial examination system, it was really impossible to become an official!
Now that there was this system, many people would benefit from it, and there would definitely be a lot of people in favor of it.
In addition, this was the Emperor's policy, and it was politically correct. There was no burden in advocating it.
Redundant official!
Shen Shixing thought of this word, and decided to go back and write a memorial around this word. Then he narrowed his eyes.
If he clearly opposed it, he would probably be scolded.
He was not like Zhang Xueyan, who opposed it confidently. Or rather, Zhang Xueyan did not oppose it, he just said that he had no money.
Even if it was spread out, no one could say anything. Thinking of Zhang Xueyan's attitude just now, Shen Shixing sighed. Old fox!
The news about the implementation of the civil service system of replacing officials by officials spread quickly. Everyone in the capital knew about it, and it quickly caused a stir in the circle of scholars. For a time, there was a lot of discussion.
Swallow House in the capital.
As a famous brothel in the capital, Swallow House was also a place where scholars often lingered. The so-called poetry and singing were just elegant words.
"Brother Liu, I don't agree with what you said."
At a table, a young scholar put down the wine cup in his hand and smiled as he unfolded his folding fan. He then opened his mouth and said, "Little brother believes that using officials to replace officials is a virtuous policy. It is the Emperor's wise and heroic move."
"Who is a lowly official?
Lowly people do not know etiquette, do not understand the righteousness of a gentleman, bully the good, and are vermin.
If the Imperial Court replaces officials by officials, then the world will be clean and the world will be prosperous. Why can't this kind of good policy be followed? "
"Using Elementary Scholars as civil servants is the wise move of the Emperor. Elementary Scholars are people with fame, and should serve the Imperial Court."
"If this method is followed, it will definitely give the hopeless officials a chance to serve the country. With so many benefits, why can't it be called good policy?"
The person who was addressed as Brother Liu was a man in his thirties, his eyes were not big. He waited until the other party finished speaking before he slowly said: "Brother Zhao, what you said is right, but how do we solve the problem of redundant officials?"
"The Imperial Court's finances are empty, this is something everyone knows. Once this policy is implemented, where will the salaries come from?"
"Once Elementary Scholars can become officials, then how can they study?
This will inevitably lead to Elementary Scholars running to become officials, and not to study.
If they don't study, if they don't understand the righteousness of a gentleman, how can they understand the words of a sage? This is really inappropriate! "
Looking at Brother Zhao, Brother Liu smiled and said: "Since Brother Zhao agrees, when the recruitment of civil servants begins, Brother Zhao can go!"
Brother Zhao shook his head like a rattle drum and said: "I am wholeheartedly focused on the imperial examinations. In the future, I will become a Jinshi and enter the Imperial Academy. How can I be a low-ranked civil servant?"
This kind of discussion was happening in many places in the capital. Some agreed, some disagreed, and the discussions were lively.
In a village outside the capital, a young Xiuzai was sitting under a tree, reading a book.
Although the robes he was wearing were very clean, it was obvious that they had been washed many times and looked a little shabby.
"Mister Li, Li Zheng wants to invite you over!" A child came to Xiuzai's side and bowed.
Li Xiuzai was stunned, then stood up and said with a smile: "Alright, I'll go over now!"
Li Zheng's house was at the entrance of the village. When Li Xiuzai entered, he saw a table in the courtyard with a few dishes on it and a pot of wine. Li Xiuzai was stunned. What was going on?
Was he going to treat him to a drink?
The village he was in was called the Li family village. Everyone had the same surname and was from the same clan.
Although they were from the same clan, Li Xiuzai knew his village's Li Zheng very well. He was a petty person.
Now, he was treating him to a drink. Did he take the wrong medicine?
Although he was cursing in his heart, Li Xiuzai still bowed and said: "Greetings, Seventh Uncle!"
Li Zheng was an old man in his sixties. His hair and beard were slightly white, and his small eyes were not big. However, they were full of wit.
Li Zheng glanced at Li Xiuzai and said with a smile, "Yiqi, you're here. Have a seat." As he spoke, he picked up a wine cup and poured a cup for Li Yiqi.