Abiao finished speaking.

Everyone trembled and quickly looked towards the podium, and then everyone consciously returned to their seats.

"Lao Zhu, he will sit next to you for now."

Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu, who couldn't let go of Xiao Wanli.

I never noticed that Lao Zhu has such a gentle side towards children.

Xiyu quickly moved a small stool next to Old Master Zhu's chair.

"Come on, little Fatty, sit over here with Grandpa Zu."

In fact, it is not appropriate for Lao Zhu to call Xiao Wanli grandpa.

Zhu Yijun's father is Zhu Zaijing, his grandfather is Zhu Houcong, and his grandfather, if you really want to count, it is the Xingxian Emperor Zhu Youqian who was revered by the Jiajing gods.

‘Little Fatty?’

Hearing this title, Xiao Wanli felt a little unhappy.

Xiao Wanli has been studying since he was five years old. Although he is only nine years old now, strictly speaking, he is not yet nine years old.

But he has been the Prince of the East Palace for four years. He is a descendant of the emperor's family, and he is a prince. Naturally, he is much precocious than ordinary children. Hearing the word "Little Fatty", the corners of his eyes twitched.

But since it was the title given to him by Grandpa Taizu, Xiao Wanli naturally did not dare to resist, and could only nod obediently, as long as Grandpa Taizu was happy.

"Okay, Grandpa Taizu~!"

Under the encouraging gaze of his father Zhu Zaijing, little Wanli followed him to the podium, then sat obediently on his own little stool, staring at Ji Boying with piercing eyes.

The little head is spinning rapidly.

I'm thinking about what kind of place this is, and why are there so many ancestors here? And what are these ancestors gathering here for? And what is this immortal who doesn't look like an immortal at all going to do?
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At this moment, the questions in Xiao Wanli's mind could fill a Ming Dynasty edition of One Hundred Thousand Whys.

"Next, let's continue the topic we just discussed."

"As for the internal affairs of the Wanli dynasty, well, that is, the internal affairs of the Zhu Yijun dynasty."

Ji Boying has just finished speaking.

Little Wanli, who was sitting on the small stool, suddenly trembled, his whole body froze, and his little head even shut down for a moment.

‘I haven’t even ascended the throne yet, so where is the internal affairs?’

"Little Fatty, you have to listen carefully to what the immortal master said for a while. If you hear good things, you should continue to retain them. If you hear bad things, you should actively correct them. This is what Grandpa Taizu taught you."

Lao Zhu smiled and touched Xiao Wanli's little head, and then held Xiao Wanli's chubby hand, which showed the love in Lao Zhu's heart.

Xiao Wanli looked at Lao Zhu in astonishment and nodded blankly.

He couldn't figure it out in his little head. Why should he learn from another self? What's all this? What's the deal?

In Xiao Wanli's eyes, the god on the podium was picking up a big brush he had never held before, and writing a few words on a huge piece of rice paper that he didn't quite understand.

"Six One" "Six No"

Not only was little Wanli unable to understand these two words, but all the emperors and princes, including Lao Zhu Abiao and Lao Zhu Di, were also confused by the two words on the rice paper.

What exactly does this mean?

"June 1."

Ji Boying finished speaking.

The expressions of Lao Zhu and others suddenly changed slightly.

Lao Zhu couldn't help but ask.

"Brother, why do we have a bad premonition?"

Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu and smiled slightly.

"The so-called June 1st refers to six firsts."

"First."

"Including Jianwen, among the seventeenth emperors of the Ming Dynasty, Wanli was the only one whose tomb was officially bombed."

"Abbreviated as, The First Emperor of Tomb Blasting."

"All the buried treasures in the imperial mausoleum were excavated, the Wanli coffin was opened, and the bones inside were taken out. Finally, they were scattered in all directions and disappeared."

The words are settled.

Everyone present was stunned.

This is simply a real-life version of no bones left.

Little Wanli, who was sitting on the small chair, heard his head buzzing.

'I'm only nine years old, and you told me that my tomb was bombed. You, you...what do you mean!'

Fortunately, Xiao Wanli still has some kind-heartedness, otherwise he would probably have burst into tears.

"Master Immortal, then, where is our grave?!"

Hongzhi Zhu Youtang was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly changed, and he asked this question with a hint of psychological shadow. After all, except Xiaoling, the other emperors' imperial mausoleums in Peiping were all next to each other.

"Yours is fine. The worse thing is that a few shovels were dug up and some burial objects in the mausoleum were stolen."

After Ji Boying said this, everyone let out a long sigh of relief. It was okay to steal something, as long as the coffin was not lifted.

"Master Immortal, my student has a question. All the emperors' tombs are in one place, but why is only the Wanli emperor's tomb treated like this?"

Emperor Xuande asked a question.

Ji Boying glanced at Emperor Xuande, then glanced at the others.

"The imperial mausoleum of Wanli cost eight million silver to build."

The implication is, is your imperial mausoleum worthy of comparison with Wanli's?

As soon as the words came out, Lao Zhu was stunned.

His Xiaoling Mausoleum only cost one million taels of silver to build!

Even after two hundred years, no matter how much inflation expands, it will not be able to expand so much money!

Old Zhu Di was also confused. The total cost of the Ming Changling Mausoleum he built for himself was only six to seven hundred thousand taels of silver. This Wanli tomb was enough to build more than ten tombs for him, the Yongle Emperor.

The other emperors and princes were also in a state of shock.

Eight million silver, a surplus of two or three years in the treasury, to build a tomb?!

At this moment, Lao Zhu silently let go of Xiao Wanli's hand, and suddenly felt less loved.

"Second."

"The first drug-addicted emperor of the Ming Dynasty."

"Of course, the medicine I'm talking about here is not an ordinary medicine, but an addictive medicine."

"The name is: Fushou Ointment."

As an emperor, it’s okay to indulge in shooting, and it’s okay to like to gamble. After all, you are the emperor, and whether you lose or win is yours.

But getting involved with this thing is really a bit life-threatening.

However, Wanli did this not for his own pleasure, but to cure toothache, or to enhance his power. This has a bit of an unofficial flavor and is difficult to determine.

Lao Zhu and others frowned when they heard this. They didn't know what Fushou Ointment was, but it was definitely not something good.

"Third."

"The number one emperor who makes money and makes money."

"In order to make money, Wanli sent eunuchs around the country to collect mining taxes. These mining taxes do not seem to be directly squeezing the people's income, but in fact they are suppressed at all levels, especially in places where there are no mines. Mining taxes will eventually be collected.

When it falls on the common people, what is being plundered is still the people’s fat and the people’s anointing.”

"In addition, the tax inspectors sent to various places are horribly amassing money. They often collect hundreds of thousands of taels of mining tax money, and only report tens of thousands of taels to the internal treasury in the end."

This point is clearly documented.

The governor of Shanxi wrote to the court and revealed that the tax supervisor Sun Chao collected 45,200 taels every year, but only handed over 15,800 taels, and the remaining 29,400 taels were embezzled by him.

The governor of Shandong reported to the court that the tax supervisor Ma Tang collected 260,000 taels every year, but only handed over 78,000 taels, embezzling a total of 1.3 million taels in seven years.

Such things happened all over the country during the years when Wanli collected mining taxes.

A ‘pop’ sound.

Immortal Jiajing slapped the table and stood up in anger.

"You really won't give half of it?!"

I think back then, if I had two million taels, I would still have to give one million to this emperor.

After several decades, you still haven’t given half of it?
To be continued...