The relocation of the capital of the Ming Dynasty has officially begun, or rather, the Ming Dynasty has indeed started the first phase of the relocation work at this time, and the list of personnel in the central government departments has been determined.
However, Zhu Xiong Ying also knew that such things required a lot of preliminary preparation. These things obviously could not be done immediately, and the preparations had to be more thorough. Of course, Zhu Xiong Ying also needed to pay attention to these things.
There's no need to worry too much, mainly because these civil and military officials aren't just drawing salaries for nothing; each of them has their own abilities. Zhu Xiong Ying is actually very clear about his position and role.
He is the crown prince, the heir apparent of this great empire. Diligence in governance is of course an excellent quality for him.
However, Zhu Xiong Ying felt that micromanaging was somewhat unnecessary. For him, establishing the general direction was indeed sufficient.
Zhu Xiong Ying had basically decided on the relocation of the capital, and taxation was progressing steadily. Other government affairs were also routine matters, which were basically what a ruler did every day.
In Zhu Xiong Ying's view, many things are quite repetitive, and many things do have fixed procedures. Government affairs now seem to be relatively easier to handle.
"I need to find a way to establish a cabinet, it's quite important." Zhu Xiong Ying muttered to himself, rubbing his wrist. "Although the cabinet may conflict with the imperial power, they can indeed help me, and they can handle many repetitive tasks."
Zhu Xiong Ying also felt more and more that he was now a little lazy. He only needed to supervise some things. He definitely did not intend to learn from his imperial grandfather, who handled everything, big and small.
Zhu Xiong Ying was well aware that he would slack off when necessary, and he did so with a clear conscience.
Old Zhu called Zhu Xiong Ying over, it seemed there was an emergency. When Zhu Xiong Ying came over, Zhu Xiong Ying said, "Our hometown of Fengyang is in chaos, migrants are impersonating our fellow villagers."
Zhu Xiong Ying suddenly understood that the migrants from other places must have had all sorts of difficulties adapting to Fengyang. The migrants who banded together also hoped to fight against the natives, or stay in the capital and pretend to be natives to bully other migrants.
"Then let's go clean it up. The prefecture can handle these matters." Zhu Xiong Ying said to Old Zhu, unconcerned. "Those migrants who were moved to Fengyang are bound to have some trouble adjusting. If they haven't committed any major offenses, they'll be given a minor punishment as a warning. If they have committed serious crimes, they will naturally be severely punished."
Old Zhu was naturally very satisfied with Zhu Xiong Ying's attitude. He knew that his grandson was never a truly soft-hearted person, and he would never hesitate to kill.
Old Zhu didn't seem to care much about these things, but he said to Zhu Xiong Ying, "This is what we thought. It's not good for the court to be in such a mess, with everyone arguing during the morning court session. From now on, when presenting memorials, we should do so in order of precedence. The first to present memorials should be the Governor-General's Office, followed by the Twelve Guards and the Office of Transmission, then the Ministry of Justice and the Censorate, then the Censorate and the Judges, then the Ministry of Personnel, Revenue, Rites and War, then the Nanjing Prefecture and the Military Command, and finally the Imperial Observatory."
This is good; Zhu Xiong Ying doesn't object. Having a set order for submitting memorials will save a lot of trouble later. With an order in place, the morning court session can proceed in an orderly fashion, instead of all happening at once.
After Zhu Xiong Ying nodded, Old Zhu said, "The Situnwei in Kaiping is all set up. I think it's time to send someone to the north for a visit."
The four guards of Kaiping held different significance, which Zhu Xiong Ying naturally valued highly. The establishment of the four garrison guards in Kaiping further strengthened the border defenses. Moreover, earlier this year, signs of some non-Han peoples had appeared on the border.
This means a battle is to be fought before the capital is moved, a small skirmish to teach those restless nomadic tribes a lesson, to give them no chance to catch their breath, and to keep them under constant pressure.
Zhu Xiong Ying didn't object to these things and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll arrange this!"
Old Zhu shook his head and said, "We'll handle this. We need to find an excuse—we're getting old. You handle the affairs of the court!"
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