Chapter: 8

Seeing Zhu Di's reaction, Ji Gang secretly sighed in his heart:

"This is the Majesty I know!"

Zhu Di suddenly got up from the chair and stood by the wall again.

In fact, Zhu Di originally thought that his strategy of "peacefully cutting down the clan and supporting the clan" would not have any serious consequences at all.

But Jiang Xinghuo has clearly pointed out the first point, which is the collapse of the defense system left by Zhu Yuanzhang, and what he said is very reasonable.

So Zhu Di also had some expectations in his heart, and was going to listen carefully to what Jiang Xinghuo was going to talk about about the second problem of cutting the feudal clan.

But at this time, Jiang Xinghuo didn't know that his few casual words of pointing the country according to the trend of history almost ignited Zhu Diji's small universe.

Jiang Xinghuo spit and splashed for a long time, he was really thirsty, and he was leaning on the tree trunk to eat melon.

Zhu Gaoxu, who was also gnawing on the watermelon, asked vaguely.

"Mr. Jiang, then what do you say... the second point of cutting the feudal clan... What is the aftermath?"

Jiang Xinghuo buried his head in eating the melon, and after eating the small half in his hand, he raised his head and said.

"The second point of trouble is different from the immediate effect of the first point. It is chronic... Supporting the clan will slowly wear down Daming."

"Why?" Zhu Gaoxu didn't understand.

"That is, if you choose to reduce the feudal clan peacefully."

"—I need to pay more!"

"The reason is very simple. Since you want to appease the feudal vassals to surrender their military power obediently and become Prince Taiping, then you must compensate them with their original salary, right? According to the system of the Ming Dynasty, the highest prince is 10,000 shi a year, and the lowest is Fengguo Lieutenant." There are also two hundred stones."

"It's just dozens of vassal kings, county kings, and town generals." Zhu Gaoxu obviously didn't understand, and said indifferently.

Jiang Xinghuo picked up the small half of the watermelon again, and it froze in mid-air.

"Didn't your master teach you to count when you were studying?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence around, as if a needle could be heard clearly.

The corner of Zhu Gaoxu's mouth twitched slightly, feeling that he was being despised.

Jiang Xinghuo asked lightly: "How many generations do you think Ming Dynasty will pass on? Does each emperor only have one son? Or, other vassal kings will stay in the fief and have nothing to do in the future, won't they make babies every day?"

Zhu Gaoxu pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, revealing a look of sudden realization.

"Mr. Jiang is right, they should all be abolished as ordinary people, so there is no need to spend a copper coin!"

Jiang Xinghuo was speechless for a while, and put the melon back.

On the other side of the wall, Zhu Di, who was full of fighting spirit, fell into deep thought.

In fact, when discussing with Dao Yan the treatment of the peaceful reduction of feudal vassals, Zhu Di did not fail to consider the issue of the number of royal families after the Ming Dynasty, but both Zhu Di and Dao Yan felt that the problem was not serious.

After all, Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang had already calculated that the title would be downgraded every generation, and the princes, except for the sons, would be the county kings, and then the generals of Zhenguo, Fuguo, Fengguo... all the way to Fengguo Lieutenant no longer surrendered.