Faeelin
Banned
Nanjing, February, 1660
Zheng Chenggong paced nervously in the hall, and looked at the Dutch clock he’d had installed. “Wasn’t the Emperor supposed to arrive twenty minutes ago?” he asked a courtier.
The courtier shrugged. “You know how these things go,” he said. “Who can rush an emperor?” The courtier frowned, and looked at the painting on the ceiling, to avoid looking at Zheng Chenggong. “It’s hardly an auspicious beginning for his first appearance in his court in Nanjing.”
Zheng began to say something else, but then the Emperor of Eternal Experience walked into the room. He wore the traditional yellow robes of the Emperor, but they were plain, instead of being embroidered with dragons. He seemed serene, and walked silently towards the dragon throne, where he sat down without a word.
Only Zheng noticed the wince on the Emperor’s face as he walked, and the brief smile as he finally sat down. He began to bow before the Emperor, but the Emperor interrupted him.
“Wait,” said the Emperor of Eternal Experiences. “It is not proper for a family member to bow before me.” Zheng blinked, and a feeling of pride washed over him, but he remained silent. The Emperor looked around the throne room, surveying the adornments in the Imperial palace. He gestured at the golden dragons next to his throne. “The state must be rich, to afford all this.” He cast his gaze on one of the officials in the court. “How many taels are in the Imperial treasury?” When one of the officials gave him a number, he swallowed.
“So little?” the Emperor asked. He looked around the court. “What can be done, to maximize the revenues of the Empire?”
Zheng coughed. “Your Majesty, I have a suggestion. You should open up the sea lanes, stimulate trade in each port, and collect revenues from that.” [1]
The Emperor of Eternal Experiences looked at Zheng speculatively. “Has that ever been tried before?” he asked.
Zheng nodded. “Profits from maritime commerce are very great. If properly managed, they can amount to millions of tael. Is this not better than taxing the people?”
The Emperor of Eternal Experiences raised an eyebrow. “That sounds like a quote.”
Zheng bowed. “It is, your majesty. The Emperoro Gao Zong of the Song said it.” Zheng took out his tobacco pipe, and lit it. “Do you know where tobacco is from, your Majesty?”
The Emperor nodded. “I see your point, Imperial Namekeeper.” He thought for a moment, and said, “What do you wish to see?”
”Legalize trade with foreign lands, but tax it. Furthermore, let merchants from foreign lands trade wherever they please in China, but tax it. As it stands, commerce is hindered, and the state fails to profit from it. If you encourage merchants to trade within the laws, then the state and the people will profit. Open all of our ports to trade with the Dutch and other foreigners.”
The Emperor nodded. “Anything else?”
Zheng nodded. “In the long term, I’d like to see the state encourage commerce directly, by mapping coastal areas, encouraging the adoption of Western navigation techniques and tools, and so forth.” He shrugged. “I don’t think the state can afford that, right now.”
Zheng looked at another note he’d made. “And if we’ve lost the North, then we will have to find other sources of certain goods, like timber. We’ll need an official navy too.” He turned to another page of notes, and said, “Right now, my fleet is holding the Yangtze, but we’ll need something else as well.”
“What do you suggest?” asked the Emperor.
The Emperor’s gaze became thoughtful for a moment, and Zheng found himself respecting the Son of Heaven. ““We’ve lost the northern plains, and our armies are still weaker than the Manchu. We will have to substitute our seas and rivers for the Great Wall, and our watchtowers for warships.” He nodded. “You have my approval, Imperial Namekeeper.”
The Emperor thought for a moment, and snapped his fingers. “In fact,” declared the emperor, “we should send a proclamation throughout our realm. All of our officials and supporters should consider how to improve the finances of the state, and we will consider all worthy ideas.”
Zheng bowed. As he walked out, the Emperor looked around the room, and said to a courtier, “Sell the dragons. We have more need of weapons for our army than ornaments for my palace.”
[1] Zheng’s father had suggested a similar policy to one of the previous Southern Ming Emperors, the Emperor of Intense Warring.
Zheng Chenggong paced nervously in the hall, and looked at the Dutch clock he’d had installed. “Wasn’t the Emperor supposed to arrive twenty minutes ago?” he asked a courtier.
The courtier shrugged. “You know how these things go,” he said. “Who can rush an emperor?” The courtier frowned, and looked at the painting on the ceiling, to avoid looking at Zheng Chenggong. “It’s hardly an auspicious beginning for his first appearance in his court in Nanjing.”
Zheng began to say something else, but then the Emperor of Eternal Experience walked into the room. He wore the traditional yellow robes of the Emperor, but they were plain, instead of being embroidered with dragons. He seemed serene, and walked silently towards the dragon throne, where he sat down without a word.
Only Zheng noticed the wince on the Emperor’s face as he walked, and the brief smile as he finally sat down. He began to bow before the Emperor, but the Emperor interrupted him.
“Wait,” said the Emperor of Eternal Experiences. “It is not proper for a family member to bow before me.” Zheng blinked, and a feeling of pride washed over him, but he remained silent. The Emperor looked around the throne room, surveying the adornments in the Imperial palace. He gestured at the golden dragons next to his throne. “The state must be rich, to afford all this.” He cast his gaze on one of the officials in the court. “How many taels are in the Imperial treasury?” When one of the officials gave him a number, he swallowed.
“So little?” the Emperor asked. He looked around the court. “What can be done, to maximize the revenues of the Empire?”
Zheng coughed. “Your Majesty, I have a suggestion. You should open up the sea lanes, stimulate trade in each port, and collect revenues from that.” [1]
The Emperor of Eternal Experiences looked at Zheng speculatively. “Has that ever been tried before?” he asked.
Zheng nodded. “Profits from maritime commerce are very great. If properly managed, they can amount to millions of tael. Is this not better than taxing the people?”
The Emperor of Eternal Experiences raised an eyebrow. “That sounds like a quote.”
Zheng bowed. “It is, your majesty. The Emperoro Gao Zong of the Song said it.” Zheng took out his tobacco pipe, and lit it. “Do you know where tobacco is from, your Majesty?”
The Emperor nodded. “I see your point, Imperial Namekeeper.” He thought for a moment, and said, “What do you wish to see?”
”Legalize trade with foreign lands, but tax it. Furthermore, let merchants from foreign lands trade wherever they please in China, but tax it. As it stands, commerce is hindered, and the state fails to profit from it. If you encourage merchants to trade within the laws, then the state and the people will profit. Open all of our ports to trade with the Dutch and other foreigners.”
The Emperor nodded. “Anything else?”
Zheng nodded. “In the long term, I’d like to see the state encourage commerce directly, by mapping coastal areas, encouraging the adoption of Western navigation techniques and tools, and so forth.” He shrugged. “I don’t think the state can afford that, right now.”
Zheng looked at another note he’d made. “And if we’ve lost the North, then we will have to find other sources of certain goods, like timber. We’ll need an official navy too.” He turned to another page of notes, and said, “Right now, my fleet is holding the Yangtze, but we’ll need something else as well.”
“What do you suggest?” asked the Emperor.
The Emperor’s gaze became thoughtful for a moment, and Zheng found himself respecting the Son of Heaven. ““We’ve lost the northern plains, and our armies are still weaker than the Manchu. We will have to substitute our seas and rivers for the Great Wall, and our watchtowers for warships.” He nodded. “You have my approval, Imperial Namekeeper.”
The Emperor thought for a moment, and snapped his fingers. “In fact,” declared the emperor, “we should send a proclamation throughout our realm. All of our officials and supporters should consider how to improve the finances of the state, and we will consider all worthy ideas.”
Zheng bowed. As he walked out, the Emperor looked around the room, and said to a courtier, “Sell the dragons. We have more need of weapons for our army than ornaments for my palace.”
[1] Zheng’s father had suggested a similar policy to one of the previous Southern Ming Emperors, the Emperor of Intense Warring.