Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

He followed Zhu Yunhuan to plant the previous crop of sweet potatoes, and he was responsible for raising this crop of sweet potatoes single-handedly. Naturally, he was very happy at this moment.

Zhu Yunhuan walked around the backyard and took a rough look at the growth of the sweet potato vines.

He turned around and headed back towards the front hall, ready to review some memorials.

But after returning to the front hall, he was slightly stunned: "Today's memorials... have I already reviewed them?"

The Ming Dynasty did not have a prime minister at that time, so memorials were always piled up. In the past, there were quite a few on the desk at this time, but today the Long Shu desk was particularly empty, and even he himself was a little uncomfortable with it.

Ma Sanbao carefully took off Zhu Yunhuan's cloak.

He smiled and said, "In the past, the New Year holidays were of course the busiest time in the palace. Besides the various court meetings, officials would flock to the palace one after another. In winter, there's always more to do. But this year is different. Your Majesty is so wise. The officials have much less to worry about, so naturally, there are fewer memorials to be submitted."

while talking.

There was a hint of joy in his tone.

"It's the New Year's holiday now, and I'm afraid the officials in the court are all busy with their own affairs."

"Your Majesty, you are busy with many things every day and you work hard all the time."

"It would be nice to have some quiet time now!"

Speaking of this, Ma Sanbao was happy from the bottom of his heart. He was always by his master's side and could see the difficulties and hardships his master was going through.

As Ma Sanbao kept chattering on and on, Zhu Yunhuan suddenly realized that he had been arranging things one after another. Now looking back, it seemed that he was... just doing an okay job as an emperor?

this time.

As things were handled one by one, many topics that would appear in the court and in memorials during previous festivals, such as how many people froze to death in a certain place, how many houses collapsed and killed people under the weight of snow in a certain place, how the people in a certain place were starving... etc., were not brought up on the table this year.

Just as Qiu Fu, Monk Daoyan and others said.

Zhu Yunhuan's cheap cloth and anthracite coal were essentially a form of disaster relief in disguise. Furthermore, the result was that whoever needed it received it, making it infinitely more efficient than the previous method of distributing money and grain. It was actually like distributing "relief funds" before the so-called "disaster" even occurred.

Naturally, these things will never be brought to the table.

At the end of the New Year, the court officials did not have anything urgent to report, so naturally there were fewer memorials.

He was slightly startled at first.

Then he touched his chin and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

Although he possessed vision, insight, and a vast amount of knowledge that other people of this era did not have, he also knew that being an emperor was not such a simple matter. The operation of such a vast territory and such a large state machinery could not be handled by so-called vision and insight alone.

Although Zhu Yunhuan got this position.

I also have plans and ideas in my mind.

But if he is really 100% sure that everything will be fine... no one can guarantee that.

Haven’t you seen that Wang Mang, who was later nicknamed the real time traveler by netizens, took a step that was too big for that era and tore his own pants. Zhu Yunhuan naturally knew that even as a time traveler, he still had to be careful and not make any mistakes.

The results look pretty good at this point.

He was naturally happy in his heart.

While talking.

A young eunuch outside the door walked in slowly, stood respectfully at the door, waiting for words from inside.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Yunhuan asked.

The young eunuch finally dared to speak back, "Your Majesty, from the Internal Audit Bureau, Master Zhuo requests an audience."

"Oh? Zhuo Jing is back from Jiangxi?" He glanced outside the door, his smile growing even wider: "Let him in."