Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 564

"As for the military salary, Fujian Province can allocate some to support it, but if there is not enough food, it will be fatal."

Yang Tingjian shook his head, and said with a bitter face: "It will take two months until the grain harvest, this is not going to last."

"Then we can only grab it."

Yang Zhan held his head up and said, "Those fan societies must have a lot of food in storage, just grab it."

"You mustn't—" Guo Huai turned pale with shock, and hurriedly said, "The Tibetans are haunted and haunted by ghosts, and they are accustomed to walking in the mountains and forests. If you provoke them, you may not be able to live in peace in farming in the future."

"No matter how many soldiers and horses there are in the imperial court, they will never be exhausted."

Yang Tingjian fell silent.

Before leaving, the emperor told him to reclaim fresh water and chicken coops, making the two counties worthy of their names. Now that there is not enough food in stock, they can't do anything.

"The current plan is to buy from the Tibetans and common people."

Yang Tingjian turned to look at Guo Huaiyi.

When Guo Huai heard this, he shook his head: "There are tens of thousands of people here. The Dutch are very exploitative, but they also have cattle, horses, and iron tools. Although they are not slash-and-burn, they are far inferior to those in mainland China."

"There is very little food in stock."

In essence, malaria is the key to restricting immigration to Taiwan. Her husband died early, the manpower was insufficient, and coupled with the harassment of the Tibetans, she would never have migrated to Taiwan unless she could not survive.

In fact, the imperial court not only allocated 20,000 yuan silver dollars as support, but also promised Taiwan taxation for three years for its own use.

However, when Yinyuan passed through Fujian and Zhejiang, he bought 5000 cattle and spent [-] yuan of silver. Who would have expected that Taiwan would be short of food?
Three thousand soldiers and horses, plus more than [-] Penghu naval forces, as well as county and government officials, have reached the point where ten people provide for one official, which can be said to be an extremely exaggerated ratio.

Yang Tingjian and Yang Zhan's eyes met, and then quickly looked away.

No agreement.

This difficulty is easy to overcome, as long as you put your face down to the Ministry of Household Affairs, or go to Fujian to ask, you will definitely get some back.

But for his official career, I am afraid it will become a laughing stock.

Moreover, with such a disparity in proportion, even if we stick to it until the end of the summer harvest, it may not be much more relaxed, and the tight days are coming!
You have to think of a complete plan.

For some reason, the news that the treasury was tense spread to the entire staff, and the price of food suddenly skyrocketed, exceeding three yuan per stone.

The small amount of stored food was also tightly hidden.

At this moment, a Spanish businessman boarded the government office, the former city of Zeelandia.

"I'm willing to donate three thousand shi of grain immediately, and then I can ship a large amount of grain to the big officials for sale every month, as long as the magistrate can agree to my small request."

As soon as Enrique came up, he dropped the bombshell directly, which made Yang Tingjian fall into excitement.

Immediately, he calmed down and asked: "Your official words are good, but the world never loses its pie. Tell me, what is your request."

Enrique smiled slightly and said, "As long as the prefect only allows my family to buy cane sugar produced in Taiwan, I am willing to provide three thousand shi of grain."

"sugar--"

Yang Tingjian frowned: "You only want sucrose for three thousand shi of grain? Are you an official or a fool?"

"Prefect Mingjian, what I mean is that I will buy all the sucrose in Taiwan at the market price, and I will give you two thousand shi of grain as a gift. I will never let you suffer."

Enrique was wearing a long gown, with gray and yellow curly hair, looking extremely funny.

But this is the threshold for Westerners to integrate into the Ming Dynasty. Short clothes with narrow sleeves are the clothes of Hu people, and they are not suitable for communicating with scholar-bureaucrats.

These words were very tempting, and Yang Tingjian fell into a tangle.

But suddenly, he remembered the conversation he had with the emperor before he left.

Sugar, tea, and grain, these are Taiwan's three sharp blades.

Cane sugar is the key to export in exchange for food, and tea trees are an important means to develop the Taipei area. As for food, it is supplied to Fujian, which is short of food.

"No!" Yang Tingjian shook his head, with a gloomy face: "Sucrose is related to the taxation of the Taiwan government, and it is impossible for one person to do it."

"Then, Your Majesty the Prefect, as long as you give me a letter of recommendation and let me enter the Songjiang Mansion, I can contact those silk merchants."

Enrique pretended to be embarrassed, with a hint of helplessness on his face.

"A letter of recommendation? So simple?"

Yang Tingjian looked at this barbarian suspiciously, it was so strange.

It's actually not that simple.

Although the imperial court has opened the Eight Great Customs, plus the Taiwan Government, that is the Nine Great Customs, but the most sought-after ones are Songjiang Prefecture and Ningbo.

Ningbo has been a center of maritime trade since the Tang Dynasty, while Songjiang Prefecture is adjacent to Suzhou and other places, and has the largest stock of silk.

Therefore, Enrique wanted to go to Songjiang Mansion. He was not familiar with the place where he was born, he was not a big merchant, and he was not a familiar merchant like Portugal. He could only be forced to take advantage of him to buy silk.

And once there is an endorsement from the prefect of Taiwan, those gentry must have a little more trust and fear, the business will go smoothly, and many troubles will be avoided.

"I just want to go to Songjiang Mansion to do business, and I just hope that His Majesty the Prefect is willing to introduce you."

Businessman Enrique said sincerely.

"it is good!"

After Yifan struggled, Yang Tingjian felt that Taiwan and himself would not suffer, so he agreed: "The three thousand shi grains must arrive within half a month."

"You lied to me, you know what will happen."

Enrique agreed immediately: "Actually, I already have a thousand shi of grain in Dayuan, and I can give it to you now."

You snatched all the food on the market.

Yang Tingjian could only unfold the pen and paper, wrote a simple letter, and stamped it with his personal seal.

"I have a colleague in Songjiang Mansion. His family is rich. You can go to him."

The food problem was solved, and the Taiwan government breathed a sigh of relief.

A Spanish businessman also used this to develop contacts and start a silk business.

A few days later, Jin Yiwei suddenly arrived at Da Yuan, saying that he was a member of the Internal Demand Department, asking for [-] mu of land.

This time, the entire Taiwan government was alarmed.

"Internal demand department?"

Yang Zhan wondered: "Jinyiwei has this? How do I remember that there is only Fusi in Nanbei Town?"

"It seems to be set up by His Majesty, specifically for business."

After all, he was born as a Jinshi. Yang Tingjian has a wide network of contacts and is well-informed.

"Tell him that there is no cultivated land, only wasteland, let it be exploited, and the tax will be exempted for three years."

Waving his sleeves, Yang Tingjian suddenly became full of backbone, and his eyes were full of disdain.

"This is an imperial merchant!" Yang Zhan was startled, why is this literati so arrogant?

"Your Majesty is just fighting for profit with the people, how can you invade the land of the people with empty words?"

Yang Tingjian resolutely refused, and said with a sneer: "It must be that the villain is using the banner of the Internal Demand Department to act recklessly. Not only does he refuse, but he also wants to impeach him."

"The elegant demeanor of the lord, I admire you."

Yang Zhan clasped his hands in admiration.

"Bah, virtue, the little magistrate is so presumptuous."

In Dayuan County, on a wasteland, a few merchants stepped on the land, looking at the endless grass, they couldn't help being extremely annoyed.

"This wasteland not only needs to recruit people, but also takes time to cultivate. There will be no income for two or three years."

"Why don't you come to Taiwan to buy sucrose?"

(End of this chapter)