Chapter: 11
After a pause, Dao Yan changed his subject: "Besides, Your Majesty has an old monk to assist you, and this old monk will do his best to assist His Majesty to achieve a great success."
Zhu Di took a deep look at him, and continued to talk about the second trouble that Jiang Xinghuo mentioned.
"The second problem is that you can quickly understand it by placing the rice on the chessboard?"
Dao Yan summoned the little monk, brought the chessboard and rice, and placed them one by one with Zhu Di's hands.
Soon, the chessboard was laid out, and the chess game composed of rice grains gradually unfolded.
With only nine grids placed, Dao Yan stared at the "chess game" in front of him, lost in deep thought.
After a while, Dao Yan suddenly sighed: "I understand."
Zhu Di asked suspiciously, "Master, what do you understand?"
"Jiang Xinghuo is right."
"The strategy of increasing salaries and reducing vassals is not feasible."
"This Jiang Xinghuo is indeed a great talent!"
Afterwards, Dao Yan pointed to the chessboard and explained in detail. When Zhu Di heard Dao Yan's calculation, the clan of the Ming Dynasty would reach millions of people when it reached the ninth generation.
Zhu Di also looked at the rice grains on the chessboard, and the shock in his heart was like a stormy sea. Holding a weapon and fighting for half his life, his hands, which had never trembled in half his life, trembled involuntarily at this moment, and had to hide them in his sleeves.
Of course Zhu Di understood what this meant!
If Zhu Di doesn't agree with the first point of trouble, he thinks that he can wipe out the troubles of alien races in the north forever.
He had to admit the second trouble!
Even if he doesn't add money to the vassals, even if calculated based on the current clan salary, it only takes eight or nine generations, and the clan salary will completely overwhelm the Ming Dynasty's finances!
The Ming Dynasty earns a year, does not raise officials, does not raise soldiers, it is not enough to support these millions of clans who are not productive like pigs!
That is to say, if Jiang Xinghuo didn't point out this point, and Zhu Di peacefully reduced the feudal clan by increasing the clan's salary, then the Ming Dynasty's national fortune would indeed be cut short!
Zhu Di asked in a deep voice: "Master, do you have a solution?"
"Amitabha."
Dao Yan clasped his hands together and said seriously: "I don't have a better solution now, Your Majesty, please allow me to think about it for a long time. No matter what, I will report my thoughts to Your Majesty before His Majesty goes to prison tomorrow."
"Just as the master said."
After Zhu Di left, Dao Yan let out a breath of turbid air slowly, his eyes brightened, and he murmured.
"There are such great talents in this world, with strange experiences and unknown goals... Interesting, interesting."
"Is there really someone born with knowledge in the world?" After a pause, Dao Yan continued: "Forget it, if there are exiled immortals coming to this world, it is necessary for me to go to the meeting in person."
Daoyan stood alone for a long time again, seeing Zhu Di's jade body going away at the foot of the mountain, just now he began to recite the "Langa Sutra" softly, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes.
"Amitabha, good, good."