Chapter 544: The debt owed to His Majesty, can't be repaid, really can't be repaid

The theory of contradiction was the foundation of the Great Ming Wanli Reform. Under the theory of contradiction, the Great Ming decrees, from ministerial discussions to court discussions, finally reached a consensus through coordination among many parties. After confirming implementation, once they walked out of the Wenhua Hall, they had to be resolutely implemented. And it was no longer ignoring the life and death of the local area and forcibly pushing decrees, but adapting to local conditions.

For example, land clearing had not yet been carried out in Guizhou. The main contradiction there was still the contradiction between the hereditary rule of the Tusi and the reform of the land system.

It was said to be coordination among many parties, but it was actually arguing. There were endless arguments every day. Inside the door, they argued until the sky fell and the earth cracked. Once they walked out of the Wenhua Hall, the court officials were a collective, and they had to ensure that the content of the court discussions was implemented.

In Liaodong, Li Chengliang's victory reports had become a daily routine. This time, Li Rusong led the Capital Battalion to Baoding alone. In his spare time from attacking, Li Chengliang specially submitted a congratulatory memorial. This congratulatory memorial looked like it was written by Li Chengliang himself—vulgar words and vulgar characters. The words were extremely smug, saying that his family had produced a good son, which could not be separated from his old father's cultivation, and so on.

The Great Ming imperial court was actually buying Li Chengliang, using the future prospects of this fierce general Li Rusong to buy Li Chengliang, letting him be loyal to the monarch and patriotic. Of course, it was also to give Li Chengliang support, letting him rest assured to be his Marquis of Ningyuan, expanding territory step by step, and striving to incorporate more black soil into the scope of the actual county system.

Overall, the effect was quite good. Li Chengliang was forging ahead in Liaodong, having already attacked places like Jilin, and was digesting along the way.

Li Chengliang actually did something that angered both men and gods, that is, the captured barbarians all had to build roads for the Great Ming. From Liaoyang to Jilin, the imperial road—only after serving for five years could they become Great Ming border people, obtain household registration, and be registered as commoners. This naturally did not conform to the benevolence, righteousness, and "gentleness to distant people" of Confucian culture.

But who let there be no high-ranking officials of barbarian origin in the imperial court? Naturally, no one spoke for the barbarians.

In Suiyuan, it seemed to be the same old three things that never changed: repairing water conservancy, planting grass, and raising livestock. The production and living style of following the water and living, with the slow unfolding of the Great Ming's transformation, gradually disappeared. Perhaps there was no longer that kind of pure natural simplicity, but the border people did not want that simplicity. Whoever wants it can have it! The border people wanted to live in houses, wanted to avoid wind, frost, rain, and snow, and wanted to live.

In Gansu, land clearing was completed, and there were only "qing" of regular fields, that is, 4.5 million mu of land.

"In the Gansu area, the land is barren, the weather is cold, the precipitation is low, and it can only be harvested once a year. Even the most diligent people can only plant one round, let the land rest for two years, plant some beans to nourish the land. Those with thin land only plant once every three or four years." Minister of Revenue Wang Guoguang said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Gansu Provincial Governor Wang Zhao Shi Yin and Provincial Inspector Wu Ding asked whether to increase the tax."

The amount of farmland after land clearing was more than the farmland registered before. After all, the Great Ming Yellow Registers were old codes from the Yongle period. The population increased and land was reclaimed, so the number of farmland naturally increased a lot. So, should the fixed money and grain taxes be increased a little?

Since the Gansu side asked, it meant they were not happy about the imperial court increasing the tax.

If the tax was increased, some problems had to be faced. The Gansu Town was upgraded to the Gansu Provincial Administration Commission, but Gansu itself was still mostly a military town. If the tax was increased, the two items of "tuntian" tax, which were already unable to be cultivated, would likely lead to many soldiers fleeing, and the land would be even more desolate.

"When it was still the Gansu Town, how much was the annual tax?" Zhu Yijun asked calmly.

Zhang Xueyan immediately said: "The total tax for the three grades of upper, middle, and lower is 210,000 shi. It's really not much, and it's left for Gansu's own use. If we collect according to the land clearing, it will increase by about 110,000 shi."

Zhu Yijun sat up straight and said: "The Ministry of Revenue knows that the stone is set as the grain quota for the eternal example. In the Gansu area, the water recedes and silt emerges, and extra wasteland, etc., all listen to the soldiers to reclaim it themselves, and never increase the tax."

Gansu land clearing had been completed, and Zhu Yijun had also thought for a long time about the questions raised by the Gansu local officials. Land clearing had been cleared, and how should the imperial court collect taxes?

Taxes must be collected! Collecting more or less was not the problem. The key was that collecting taxes represented the rule over the place. If you don't collect taxes, this place is not your place. This was also the point where Luzon walked ahead of all the Governor's Offices.

This point was walked ahead of all the Governor's Offices by Luzon.

Zhu Yijun finally made a decision: 210,000 shi would still be left for the local area, never to increase the tax, and it would be set as an eternal example.

Whether future generations would follow it was not something Zhu Yijun had to worry about, but the words he said were like water spilled out.

The Great Ming Emperor was an outlier. He could farm, and every year he would personally engage in agriculture, not just pushing the plow symbolically and sacrificing to the spring god Jumang, but personally working in the fields. The promotion of sweet potatoes was directly carried out by the Boqi Division, which was directly under the Emperor's command.

Farming on barren land was twice the effort for half the result, with more effort and less harvest.

After considering many factors, Zhu Yijun decided never to increase the tax, collecting but not collecting too much.

"Your Majesty is wise." Wang Guoguang sang praises to the Emperor. Gansu was a very barren place, and the Gansu Provincial Governor and Provincial Inspector had already tried their best. The problem of landlord annexation that gave people headaches in the hinterland was more like a luxury in Gansu, because the output of the land was really too little. It seemed to have 4.5 million mu of regular fields, but this place was planted once every three years. Compared with the hinterland, it was appropriate to fold it into one-third.

Increasing the tax again would only make the commoners have no choice but to flee. And because the Great Ming did not launch an attack on the Western Regions and did not reopen the Western Regions, the Silk Road was still full of horse bandits, and the commercial tax was also pitifully small.

Only by reopening the Western Regions could Gansu and the Hexi Corridor regain their vitality. Only by fighting to Samarkand could this ancient trade route restore its past prosperity.

"Shengzhou and Womagang Special Zones submitted a memorial." Minister of Works Wang Daokun recited the two special zones.

The Shengzhou Coal Mine Alkali Pool and the Womagang Large Mine were submitted to the imperial court as special zones, not by the Suiyuan local area. The development of the mining area was proceeding steadily and had already had stable output. The Shengzhou Coal Mine now had an annual coal production of 50 million jin, which was about equal to the Xishan Coal Bureau in the first year of Wanli. But the Shengzhou coalfield was an open-pit mine, so the growth rate would be very fast, increasing by about double every year.

"Can't finish mining, really can't finish mining." Wang Daokun said sincerely. The Shengzhou coal field currently explored, with the current Great Ming productivity to mine, would not be finished in hundreds of years. The reserves were astonishing.

The Womagang Large Mine also had good news frequently. Gold, silver, copper, iron, and coal had already had output. The imperial road from Wuyuan Prefecture to Womagang was expected to be completed within this year. This was an imperial road spanning the desert. Once repaired, the Great Ming's rule over this mining area in the north of the desert could be said to be as stable as Mount Tai.

Because of the westward movement of the Oirat people, this place was even more desolate. Only the barbarian chieftain of the seven Khalkha tribes, Abadai, kept sending messages to the mining area, hoping to visit the Great Ming Emperor, begging to obtain imperial favor, and buy some wool from their seven tribes. In order to sell wool, Abadai proposed to visit in person.

"The Northern Barbarian suzerain Khan Tumen entered the capital and could never return to the grasslands. Does this Abadai not know this situation?" Zhu Yijun frowned and looked at the Ministry of Rites.

Wan Shihe said very definitely: "Abadai is very clear about the treatment of Baotu. Precisely because of this, he repeatedly requested to enter the capital to visit. Being able to stay, for him personally and his children, is a great fortune."

Khan Tumen changed his Borjigin surname to the Bao surname, so he was now called Baotu, not the previous Tumen.

"I understand. Wanting to come over to beg for food." Zhu Yijun suddenly realized and understood Abadai's purpose.

A stable life was also a luxury for the barbarian chieftains on the grasslands. Abadai led the seven Khalkha tribes and requested the Great Ming Emperor's gaze to see the barbarians who were still suffering difficulties.

"Abadai himself should not come. Send a son over." Zhu Yijun thought for a while. Business should still be done, but receiving him should be forgotten.

The demand for wool by the wool official factory was very huge. It was the quantity of wool that limited the output of wool. The story of scarcity that Wang Qian told back then, shaping fine wool into "silk currency," was still valid until now. If it were not for Zhu Yijun forcefully destroying the wool trade and changing it to ship tickets, I am afraid that silk currency trading would still be the number one item in the Great Ming's speculation.

The seven Khalkha tribes, the Great Ming could not effectively rule physically now, and even "jimi" (loose rein) was very difficult. This had to wait until Li Chengliang gnawed down all the black soil in Liaodong to have that possibility.

Zhu Yijun looked at Minister of Works Wang Daokun and asked: "I remember a few days ago, the Ministry of Works submitted a memorial to build an imperial road from Tianjin Guard through Binzhou to the Mizhou Shipping Department. Why is there no follow-up on this matter?"

"Your Majesty, no money. It's 1,000 li of land, which is 9.8 million silver." Wang Guoguang immediately answered this question.

No money! Really none at all! Your Majesty, don't think about large-scale construction!

No money! Really, there is none left! Your Majesty, do not think about embarking on large-scale construction!

Zhu Yijun smiled and said, "I have money. The construction period is three to five years, and a year only costs two or three million taels of silver. This time, Baoding Prefecture has 230 village masters. We have already confiscated three households. After confiscating the remaining 227, won't we have money?"

Wang Guoguang's eyes lit up immediately, and he asked impatiently: "Does the silver from ransacking go to the Inner Treasury? Does this silver not need to be repaid?"

The State Treasury borrowed 7 million silver from the Inner Treasury. This was part of the debt. What Wang Guoguang thought about day and night now was to repay all the debts that should be repaid. Only without debt could one be light.

If the construction cost of the imperial road from Tianjin to Mizhou did not need to be repaid, then the 7 million silver could also not be repaid!

"Did the silver from ransacking really enter the Inner Treasury? Xu Jie ransacked Yan Song's home, and that silver all went into the pockets of the ministers. The Inner Treasury did not receive a single cent of silver."

Zhu Yijun looked at Wang Guoguang and said dissatisfiedly: "Repaying debts is a matter of principle. Debts owed to me must of course be repaid! Since I ascended the throne, have I used a single cent of silver from the State Treasury? Instead, the State Treasury borrowed 7 million silver from me! That's not 700, that's 7 million!"

"Then don't build it. Although there is no interest, it can't be repaid. Borrowed 10 million silver from the commoners, this has interest. Borrowed 7 million from Your Majesty, there is no interest, but this is 'eating the grain of the Yin hour in the Mao hour.' What to eat in the Yin hour? Borrowing new to repay old? Stepping on the right foot with the left foot?" Wang Guoguang immediately waved his hand, looking like even if he was beaten to death with a court stick, he would not be in debt anymore.

The debt was too huge. The Great Ming's annual revenue was 25 million silver, which was already five times that of the Jiajing and Longqing periods, but it was still in deficit. This Minister of Revenue was terrified.

Zhu Yijun said indifferently: "Flow? Flow, why doesn't the Grand Minister understand the importance of flow?" Zhu Yijun said without giving an inch: "Silver coins are only currency when they flow. If they pile up there, they can't even be used as fertilizer! Only currency that flows is currency! If silver coins don't flow, the Great Ming is a pool of stagnant water!"

"Then we still have to repay the money." Wang Guoguang said unhappily: "Debt is debt. If you owe too much and can't repay it, the imperial court will be like those farmers who go bankrupt."

Zhu Yijun said indifferently: "Go bankrupt then. If it goes bankrupt, the entire Cabinet will resign, and I will form another Cabinet. What's the big deal? The past debts will be written off."

"Ah?" Wang Guoguang was full of disbelief. Is this something an Emperor should say? Where is the majesty of the imperial court! Actually directly resigning and defaulting on debts!

Can it still be played like this?

"In the travel notes sent by Xu Fan, it is written that the parliaments of the Netherlands are doing this. Their parliaments borrow money to fight wars, and after the war, they disband!" Zhu Yijun said righteously.

"The shameless behavior of a small barbarian country, how can our Heavenly Dynasty learn such a rogue practice from the barbarians!" Wang Guoguang naturally refused to agree. He wanted to leave his name in history. If he owed a buttload of debt and resigned, when the Spring and Autumn judgments were made, he would be the number one treacherous official of greed.

The expressions of every court official were exactly the same, looking at their noses and hearts, looking like they had heard nothing. They were all masters of playing dumb. The Great Ming's "Number One Miser" and "Number Two Miser" were arguing about silver again. For the sake of silver, Wang Guoguang dared to slap the table with the Emperor.

The court officials were also used to it. Argue, argue. In terms of finance and distribution, Wang Guoguang had never won. After arguing for a long time, in the end, he still had to listen to His Majesty.

"Should the imperial road from Tianjin to Mizhou be built? Jiaozhou Bay is an ice-free port!" Zhu Yijun slapped the table and said: "When the Bohai Bay freezes in winter and cars and ships cannot travel, we can only rely on Jiaozhou Bay. The most suitable port in the north, it should be built! Once this imperial road is built, northern coal goes south, southern silver goes north, and only then can we achieve convection all year round!"

"It should indeed be built, but..." Wang Guoguang still wanted to struggle.

"Since there are sponsors this time, let the State Treasury and the Inner Treasury share it equally." Zhu Yijun interrupted Wang Guoguang's struggle and said to the Ministry of Works: "The Ministry of Works knows, prepare for all matters of construction. It just so happens that Wang Yie abolished the 'lowly slave' status in Shandong and is clamoring to form an engineering corps. This time, follow his wishes and form an engineering corps to build from Tianjin to Mizhou."

"That's it."

Minister of Works Wang Daokun immediately bowed and said: "I obey the order, Your Majesty is wise!"

The Ministry of Works was there to do the work. If there was no silver, they would ask the Ministry of Revenue. If the Ministry of Revenue had no silver, they would go to the palace to beg for food. In the end, they would always be able to beg for food. The meaning of "half and half" was that this time the Inner Treasury would bear the cost of the Jin-Mi imperial road, but half of all expenses would still be recorded as debt in the State Treasury.

"I obey the order." Wang Guoguang said helplessly.

The Ministry of Works had more mines than they could dig, and the Ministry of Revenue had more debts than they could repay, and they owed more and more. Fortunately, there was no interest, otherwise, it would be a big deficit.

Wan Shihe said with a grave expression: "Your Majesty, the special envoy of the Shah submitted a memorial about a matter, saying that there is a kind of grass on their side called 'khat,' which is quite addictive. Those who take it often need a handful of khat a day. The price is not cheap, about three cents of silver for a handful, and nine cents of silver a month."

"It is based on the local price, roughly converted into silver, not necessarily bought with silver."

"The Great Ming is the Heavenly Dynasty. Even for craftsmen, after working all year round, if there is no dividend silver, they can only save two or three taels of silver."

"The Dissection Institute obtained some of this khat from the Western ships. Some black-hearted merchants gave it a beautiful name called 'Arabian tea,' but it is not tea. It is the same thing as opium. Its addictiveness is the same as opium, and its harm is basically the same as opium."

"Ban, ban, ban!" Zhu Yijun immediately said: "Fast ships go to the Jiugang Xuanweisi, ordering the Jiugang Governor's Office to guard the Great Ming's ocean gateway, carefully search, and not allow the sale of this item into the Ming. Once discovered, execute immediately without pardon."

"I obey the order." Wan Shihe bowed and accepted the order. Another item was added to the Great Ming's list of prohibited items.

The situation of the Jiugang Governor's Office and the Luzon Governor's Office was very similar. They could not survive without the Great Ming, so Zhu Yijun did not have to worry about the problem of decrees not being able to pass. The essential difference between the Great Ming Governor's Office and the Western Governor's District was actually distance. If the Jiugang Governor's Office really did not submit, the Great Ming Navy would naturally pacify those who did not submit.

Corresponding to the Western Governor should be the pioneering nobility, that is, the Yuanxu Islands area.

For such areas, the Great Ming was only a simple "jimi" (loose rein).

The court meeting ended in noise. The Great Ming Emperor thought that Wang Guoguang would be scolded miserably this time. After all, things like composting did not conform to the core concept of Confucian benevolence and forgiveness. But Zhu Yijun did not receive any memorial impeaching Wang Guoguang until mid-April.

Soon Zhu Yijun knew what these court officials were afraid of. They were really afraid of that "Romantic Anecdotes of Pure Scholars," that book of romantic anecdotes. Whoever was named in it would suffer social death. Its power was really too great.

Between the Confucian concept and their own safety, the "pure scholars" chose their own safety without any hesitation.

These pure scholars also had reasons to persuade themselves: when the Great Way is dark, one should lie low, waiting for the day of heavenly change to make plans. In the eyes of some, the Wanli Reform was the Great Way being dark. In the eyes of others, the Wanli Reform was like the Emperor shining on the world like the sun, bringing new vitality to the world.

At the end of the 11th year of Wanli, the Yan family of "sitting bandits" were executed by Wang Guoguang. As for what this extreme punishment was, the Middle Secretary who was responsible for recording this matter happened to be in the toilet and did not record it. In short, they were executed.

The Middle Secretary was also very good at the "Spring and Autumn brush style." Anyway, it was not a normal death.

And Chen Mo, a Criminal Investigation Battalion Commander of the Great Ming Northern Suppressing and Pacifying Division, began his busyness. There were 227 households waiting for him to ransack their homes. The workload was really a bit too large.

At the end of April, Zhu Yijun also received a memorial from the Nagasaki Governor Xu Wei. This memorial was extremely urgent. It was not that the Nagasaki Governor's Office had been attacked, but that the Mori family, together with other daimyo, launched the fourth "Nobunaga Siege Net" against Oda Nobunaga, uniting Uesugi Kagekatsu, Chosokabe Motochika, Hojo Ujinao, and some people inside Oda Nobunaga's camp. They launched a fierce battle around the ownership of Osaka Bay.

The Nagasaki Governor's Office needed more firearms and gunpowder to facilitate controlling the direction of the war in Japan.

Zhu Yijun had just decided to spend a massive amount of silver to build an imperial road, and the Inner Treasury was severely emptied. The loyal and patriotic powerful local tyrants of Baoding Prefecture, who were willing to destroy their homes to support the Great Ming's imperial road construction, were also supplied by the Japanese daimyo, who were afraid that the Great Ming Emperor's Inner Treasury would be empty!

It could be called "double happiness." Emptying was impossible!

Can't spend it, really can't spend it.

"This Ministry of Revenue Physician Leng Wenyu, sending him to Liaodong to reclaim wasteland is not as good as Zhou Liangyin back then. Opening his mouth and closing his mouth is to request the transfer of 200,000 silver from the Yunnan storage mine tax to the capital. It's because I'm in a good mood that I'm too lazy to scold him. This Yunnan is ten thousand miles away. If it were normal times, it would be fine. But recently Mang Yingli is making trouble, and he doesn't even look at what the situation is." Zhu Yijun was in a good mood, otherwise, a long-winded speech would have been necessary to scold him.

Zhu Yijun thought for a while and still approved:

This was already a very severe accusation. The front line was fighting a war, and the Ministry of Revenue Physician in the back was eyeing the 200,000 taels of silver in the Yunnan local treasury? If the soldiers on the front line knew this, what would they feel in their hearts?

Fighting a war was originally a matter of life and death. At this time, emptying the silver would strike the morale of one's own side?

In fact, this Leng Wenyu did not have the idea of destroying the morale of the front line. He simply did not have such a concept. He also saw that the State Treasury was heavily in debt, and after checking the accounts, he found this 200,000 silver, so he thought of transferring it to the capital.

The officials in the Great Ming Capital Hall all had a kind of arrogance, that is, "I am a capital official, you are a local official, so I can take whatever I want from the local area." Many decrees were formulated without caring about the life and death of the local area. This mentality was very common.

This was already the last memorial. Zhu Yijun leaned back in his chair, stretched his body, and stretched. Zhang Hong turned the light of the lime spray lamp from white to dim yellow.

"Is the husband busy?" Wang Yaozhuo had been waiting outside the Imperial Study. Seeing the light dim, she walked in, bowed with a smile, and said: "Your concubine greets Your Majesty."

"No need for ceremony, no need for ceremony." Zhu Yijun took Wang Yaozhuo into his arms. Holding her, he did not move his hands or feet, but looked at the crescent moon outside the window and said with a face full of smiles: "Double happiness."

He shared today's happy events with Wang Yaozhuo. Since entering the palace in the first year of Wanli, Wang Yaozhuo had been accompanying the Emperor, witnessing the Great Ming Emperor from the precarious imperial power to the sun in the sky, the country from the wind and rain to getting better bit by bit. The Emperor's joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, love, hate, and hatred, Wang Yaozhuo knew clearly.

Hearing about the "double happiness," Wang Yaozhuo also covered the corner of her mouth and laughed lightly. His Majesty always said some strange things. His Majesty also had to thank these powerful local tyrants and Japanese daimyo for their outstanding contributions to the Great Ming imperial road.

These powerful local tyrants and daimyo probably did not want this kind of thanks.

"Mother told me yesterday to persuade the husband not to stay up all day. It's okay when you are young, but when you are a little older, these debts will have to be repaid. Last time the husband caught a cold, Mother said she felt the sky was about to collapse. The husband is my sky, the sky of the harem, and Your Majesty is also the sky of the millions of people in the Great Ming. The dragon body is important."

"If Your Majesty is here, the New Reform is here." Wang Yaozhuo came with Empress Dowager Li's order. Parents have orders, Wang Yaozhuo had to obey.

Zhu Yijun nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, yes, yes, I know."

"The two new beauties who entered the palace, the heroic Guo Yunyao and the gentle Wang Xiyue, the nannies have long taught them the rules, just waiting for Your Majesty's favor. This wait has been three months." Wang Yaozhuo could naturally see Zhu Yijun's perfunctoriness.

The Great Ming had His Majesty, which was indeed the Great Ming's blessing, but these beauties in the harem could only guard in bitterness, looking at the Imperial Study next to the Dragon Pool with longing eyes.

Guo Yunyao and Wang Xiyue, these two beauties, learned the rules and etiquette. It had been more than three months, and His Majesty had not gone to their Huage Building for a long time. They had to go to Empress Dowager Li to cry, and Empress Dowager Li found Wang Yaozhuo to discuss it.

Zhu Yijun had not forgotten them. Sometimes he was busy until late at night, and people would be lazy. Going over there, the small eunuchs had to clear the way and go to notify, and they had to prepare, making it a mess. Zhu Yijun did not want to toss too much.

Because Wang Yaozhuo was the Empress, as long as she did not have her period, she would come to the Imperial Study at night. Counting it up, the Empress still served the most.

"How about this, every day take the tooth plates of the concubines who don't have their period to the Imperial Study. After flipping the plates every day, let the concubines wait in the Imperial Study, and wait for the husband to finish his work, how about that?" Wang Yaozhuo thought of a way that was not a way, not tossing, and letting the concubines in the harem not have to wait bitterly.

In the Great Ming, serving the bed was the Emperor going to the concubine's palace, not rolling the washed concubine in a quilt and lifting her to the Qianqing Palace. At least in the Wanli years, it was still like this. If it were not for the birth of Zhu Changzhi, the mother being expensive because of the son, every time Wang Yaozhuo served the bed, she would have to make a big fuss.

Wang Yaozhuo thought of letting the concubines come to the Imperial Study's bedroom to serve the bed. In this way, there would be no need to toss back and forth.

"You say this, what about you?" Zhu Yijun naturally knew this method. Wang Yaozhuo now often enters and exits the Imperial Study, relying on her status as Empress, relying on the birth of the eldest imperial son, even Empress Dowager Li cannot restrain this young couple too much. Now it is equivalent to Wang Yaozhuo sharing this power.

"The husband misses me in his heart." Wang Yaozhuo said helplessly: "Then I can't persuade the husband to put down state affairs."

"Maintain the status quo." Zhu Yijun shook his head and said. By comparison, he was still willing to spend more time with Wang Yaozhuo.

Wang Yaozhuo hugged the Emperor and said in a low voice: "The sisters will have complaints, and the husband is going to be a father again."

Wang Yaozhuo touched her stomach, which was nurturing a new life. She was not that generous, sharing her husband with her sisters, but she could not occupy him now.

The Empress was pregnant again, which was also a happy event for the imperial court. The Great Ming's Great Ancestral Lineage was finally prosperous again.

When the imperial court was full of joy, another happy event suddenly reached the capital: the Great Ming global trade ocean-going merchant fleet successfully arrived at the Luzon port and was waiting for customs clearance, returning to the Great Ming in a few days!

This was the Great Ming's second global voyage. After the news of the first global trade reached the capital, the Great Ming was full of joy.

It was about a month earlier than the scheduled itinerary, which meant that the Great Ming already had the ability to conduct ocean-going trade. ===== CHAPTER 545 =====

About a month ahead of the scheduled itinerary, this means that Great Ming already possesses the full capability for ocean-going trade.