Ming Dynasty: I, Emperor Chongzhen, swear not to go to Meishan

Sirs, is there any good way to increase the empire’s tax revenue?

Zhu Youjian got up early in the morning and ran a few laps. After sweating, he showered and changed clothes. He drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, then put on his dragon robe and went to court to preside over political affairs.

The civil servant group headed by Qian Qianyi and other Donglin Party members still regarded him as a fool, praising his virtues and deceiving him in various ways. In one sentence, the situation in Ming Dynasty was very good, and the two petty thieves Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong were not a concern at all.

Zhu Youjian tried his best to mobilize the muscles on his face to make himself smile like an idiot, watching them act with cold eyes, keeping their hateful faces in mind one by one.

When I become stronger, I will clear out all of you traitors one by one.

Seeing that the officials had nothing important to report, he leisurely dropped a bomb.

I want to replenish the national treasury. Do you have any good ideas?

As he guessed, officials all suggested that since the people were wealthy, continuing to increase taxes would solve the problem of financial shortage.

Let's discuss it later. Zhu Youjian suppressed the strong urge to drag all the officials out and behead him, stood up, fluttered his sleeves and left the Jinluan Palace.

This was his first time to go to court and preside over government affairs in a serious way. It ended like this. Mao was useless, but he also dug a big hole for all officials.

Returning to the Yangxin Hall, Zhu Youjian kicked over the desk to vent the strong murderous intention in his heart, and frightened the palace maids and eunuchs standing around so that their faces turned pale.

Zhu Youjian couldn't care less about these palace ladies and eunuchs now. He originally planned to streamline the staff and cut off some of the too many palace ladies and eunuchs, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea. In the next two or three years, he still needs these palace ladies and eunuchs to handle some tasks. What's important?

Wang Daban, summon all the craftsmen in the capital city who know how to make guns, including their apprentices.

To develop your own strength, you must form an army that is loyal to you. To have an army, you need weapons. Cold weapons such as swords, guns, swords and sticks are outdated. Muskets will be the masters of future wars.

According to historical records, the steelmaking technology of the Ming Dynasty has been quite mature, and the quality of the guns and artillery produced is first-class. However, due to widespread corruption and the oppression of corrupt officials, the cost of the guns and artillery produced is not only horrifyingly high, but also all fake and inferior products. .

A broken gun costing more than 20 taels of silver exploded its chamber after just a few shots, killing and injuring the soldier who fired it. The soldiers on the front line would rather use the gun as a fire stick than fire. How can we fight this battle?

Summon all the craftsmen of the Ordnance Bureau who are proficient in making muskets into the palace. He will personally supervise them. Whoever dares to embezzle will have his head chopped off and his home ransacked. Do you not believe that the quality of the muskets is not good and the cost will not be reduced?

Wang Laoshi and other blacksmiths had been making muskets for most of their lives. Suddenly, they were called into the palace by the emperor. No one was trembling, and his hands and feet were weak.

The common people come to see the emperor...

More than twenty old blacksmiths knelt on the ground with fear and kowtowed to the emperor respectfully.

Among the people, the emperor is looking for the Five Supreme Beings, the incarnation of the True Dragon Emperor. He only hears rumors but never sees his person. Today, he was summoned by the emperor. It was like a dream. He was excited, nervous and scared at the same time.

A single word from the emperor could determine their life or death, and even the whole family's heads would fall to the ground. Who wouldn't be afraid?

Stand flat, give me a seat. Zhu Youjian raised his right hand to signal everyone to stand up, feeling a sense of emotion in his heart.

If in the original time and space, these old craftsmen with nervous and trembling expressions in front of them might be scientists, ordnance experts, and senior technicians. Their social status is not only high, but also the treatment is enviable. However, in the Ming Dynasty, not only is the status low, but the treatment is not good. He can barely support his family.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Under the low-key guidance of the little eunuch next to them, the old craftsmen quickly thanked them. Although a dozen little eunuchs brought chairs to sit on, no one dared to sit on them. They all stood aside nervously.

Zhu Youjian smiled bitterly. He originally wanted the eunuch to serve tea, but seeing this situation, he had to give up. Many things could not be changed in a short period of time, so he had to leave it to them.

In this case, he no longer needed to be polite. His face became solemn, and his domineering aura suddenly burst out, shocking people's hearts.

I want to build the most sophisticated musket in the Ming Dynasty.