Brother Zhu Youxiao

"came back?"

"Um……"

In August, as Zhu Fuju helped Mrs. Zhang and Li settle down, his reputation gradually became louder in Lutai County.

At first, some survivors who were still hesitating also asked him for help, so he was busy until August [-]th before relocating the eight survivors in Lutai County, but in this way, he also delayed his own affairs .

It was planned to meet the matchmaker, but Zhu Fuju delayed the matter, so his marriage could only be postponed.

"What are you doing packing up?"

Seeing that his son started busying himself after returning home, Zhu Cunlin asked curiously, but Zhu Fuju said helplessly:

"The holiday will be closed on the fourth day of September. I have calculated the distance and time, and I estimate that I will leave early in the morning the day after tomorrow."

"Can't you leave two days later? You are busy, and you are also doing business for the Dudu Mansion. They can't give you a few more days off?"

When Zhu Cunlin heard that Zhu Fuju was going to leave, he immediately became unhappy.

Zhu Fuju was on vacation for four months, but he was on his way home for one month, and helped the family members of the fallen soldiers settle down for one month. Now he has to start again half a month before the vacation.

After careful calculation, Zhu Fuju's time at home was only one and a half months.

It's normal for Zhu Cunlin to be unhappy, but Zhu Fuju couldn't follow his words, so he could only smile wryly:

"Everyone in the army is like this. If I help them today, maybe someone will help them in the future..."

"Tch!" Zhu Cunlin twitched, indicating that he didn't want to hear such unlucky words.

Seeing this, Zhu Fuju also closed his mouth, but Zhu Cunlin stopped talking about him, and just complained to the Dudu Mansion:

"This Governor's Mansion rewards a lot of money and doesn't owe any salary. Everything is fine. It's the placement of the survivors. Why can't we arrange someone to do it?"

"We are worried about arranging people." Zhu Fuju shook his head:

"After all, blood was shed on a battlefield. Even my comrades can't believe it. I want to trust local officials. This is a bit whimsical."

"You're right, talk to your mother yourself later." Seeing that Zhu Fuju couldn't speak, Zhu Cunlin could only shake his head and enter the courtyard.

When Zhu Qinshi came back from shopping, she looked at the two fully loaded carriages, and immediately asked tentatively, "What's the matter? Are you leaving?"

"Well, I have to leave early in the morning the day after tomorrow, but now I am transferred back to Shaanxi, and I have one month of annual leave a year. Next time I come back on horseback, I can run back and forth in at most half a month, and I can stay home for half a month every year."

Zhu Fuju explained, and incidentally said something to reassure his mother.

"That's good, it's safe to be a soldier in Ningxia..."

Zhu Qinshi did not have as many things as Zhu Cunlin, but felt that it was much safer to serve as a soldier in Ningxia, which had already become the hinterland, than Shangzhi.

These days, he watched his son help the other survivors with their ups and downs, and he couldn't help worrying that he would go to the battlefield again.

Nine people went to Lutai County, and only her son came back. This is already a blessing from the ancestors. Who knows if they can come back safely next time?

"If you want to leave, Mother can't stop me. I just want to go shopping with Mother on the street after dinner, and make some pancakes in these two days, and take them with you when you leave."

"it is good!"

Zhu Qinshi chatted with Zhu Fuju, and then went to work in the kitchen.

The time to go home is always very short. In the rest of the time, Zhu Fuju and Zhu Qinshi made some pancakes and ate some home-cooked meals, and then wandered to the day of departure.

Zhu Fuju drove away in two carriages. Zhu Cunlin and Zhu Qinshi stood at the west gate of the town and watched him gradually go away. Although they didn't wave goodbye, they kept watching him disappear before turning back and going home.

Zhu Fuju, who was sitting in the carriage, turned his head back from time to time, until he could no longer see his hometown, he let go of his thoughts and continued to drive towards Ningxia, and finally disappeared on the horizon of the government road...

"Oh!"

When Zhu Fuju was on his way home, the crisp sound of gunshots sounded almost at the same time, but the place where the sound of the gunshots sounded was not in Daming, but in the distant Nankunlun Mansion.

On August 11, the 22th year of Apocalypse, 72 days have passed since the landfall in Levia.

In 72 days, the small town in southern Levia has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

The once dilapidated town was intensively transformed, and after the few trees in the south were felled by the Ming army, a Ming Dynasty-style market town was built.

The felled woods are being cleared into arable land by black Kunlun slaves one by one, and the roots buried in the soil and the gravel in the ground are constantly being cleared.

This group of Kunlun slaves should have been killed by other tribes because of their defeat, but Yan Yingyuan's kindness saved them.

Yan Yingyuan promised them that as long as each of them reclaims ten acres of farmland for Daming, he can release them back to their tribe.

Such conditions are simply a great thing for Kunlun slaves who are often killed when they lose a battle.

In just 72 days, Yan Yingyuan saved more than 4000 Kunlun slaves with one tenth of the goods brought by the fleet.

According to the requirement, they have to reclaim 14 mu of arable land for the Southern Kunlun Supervisory Commissioner, and they are doing so at the moment.

Of course, among the more than 1 people, there will inevitably be some people with different thoughts. Some of them tried to steal food, and some tried to escape, but they were all killed by the Ming army cavalry around Kunlun County.

Daming was very committed to his promise, saying that he would release people if he reclaimed ten acres of land, but if he tried to sneak away without reclaiming ten acres of land, then the Ming army could only send them to meet their ancestors.

"Brother Huheng, you said that this group of people can't work for themselves, but it's positive to work for us."

At the gate of Kunlun County, which is still a market town, an official riding a horse chatted with Yan Yingyuan next to him. Yan Yingyuan was also riding on a horse, looking at the body of the Kunlun slave who was shot and brought back with binoculars, and couldn't help but shook his head. The officer next to him also sneered:

"It's really barbarians. Daming saved them. They just need to cultivate ten acres of land to redeem themselves and go home, but they still want to sneak away."

"According to this speed, it is estimated that there will be [-] Kunlun slaves in Kunlun County before the twelfth lunar month. According to their speed, they should be able to cultivate [-] mu of arable land before the Wu supervisor arrives."

Rough reclamation is simply burning weeds to make an open space, and then digging out tree roots and stones from the ground.

After rough reclamation in this way, composting is started, and the land is cultivated after one year.

Yan Yingyuan visited most of southern Levia in the past [-] days. Generally speaking, this land is more suitable for growing corn, rice and wheat are better, but there are distinct rainy and dry seasons in this place.

During the rainy season, it is no problem to grow wheat and rice, but there is no rain for several months in the dry season, which has a great impact on rice, a crop that requires a lot of water.

However, this does not mean that farming is not possible at all, but that a large number of projects need to be constructed to meet agricultural water consumption. For example, Yan Yingyuan plans to build reservoirs and storage ponds around Kunlun County, and then cultivate wheat and rice.

Kunlun County has superior natural conditions, good climate, long sunshine, few natural disasters, fertile land, no extreme heat in summer and no severe cold in winter. As long as there is enough water, rice cultivation should have great achievements.

According to Yan Yingyuan's estimate, as long as they have enough manpower and the grain sent by Xiaoxiyang Supervisor, they can expand and grow rice at a rate of tens of thousands of acres per year.

"How much food do we have?"

"17 shi, according to the current increase in the number of Kunlun slaves, we should be able to last until April next year."

Yan Yingyuan asked about the food, because it was related to how many Kunlun slaves the South Kunlun Supervising Commissioner could control.

17 shi, these grains are enough for more than 2 soldiers, civilians, and slaves to feed for a year, but considering the growth rate of Kunlun slaves, it is estimated that this batch of grain can only support them until April of the 12th year of Tianqi.

Fortunately, Wu Aheng will arrive in the twelfth lunar month with a fleet and a new batch of craftsmen, bringing 10,000+ shi of grain.

As for animal power, it was up to Xu Xiake to bring it from Europe.

"By the end of next year, it is estimated that [-] mu of cultivated land will be reclaimed. When the Wu supervisor arrives, he can also apply to the imperial court for immigration."

Yan Yingyuan knew very well that without immigrants, Ming would not be able to rule Leviathan for a long time after all.

Hearing his words, the officials next to him also nodded in agreement.

"How about the mining area in the north? Have you detected it?"

After talking about the field immigration, Yan Yingyuan turned his horse's head, not going to watch the scene of land reclamation, but focused on the mining area.

Regarding his question, the officer next to him also smiled and said: "Of course, we have found them all. According to the scale of these mining areas, I am afraid that they may not be fully mined after 100 years of mining. At least 5 to 10,000 taels of gold can be produced every year, and [-]+ taels silver."

"I understand why His Highness wants to set up a supervisory commissioner in this place thousands of miles away, not only to monitor the feudal vassals, but also for the inexhaustible gold and silver!"

Speaking of gold and silver, the official tightened his grip on the horse's reins excitedly, because such an output of gold and silver represented the status of the South Kunlun Supervising Envoy in Daming.

In comparison, Yan Yingyuan seemed very calm.

He rode around Kunlun County on horseback, pointed out places where the defenses were lax, and then returned to his office of the Supervision Department, which was frequently in and out.

Similarly, when he returned to the Yamen, the Indian servants thousands of miles away were also extremely lively.

"Clang clang clang..."

It was hot and humid in India in September, and the former Yanan City had also changed its name at this moment, becoming Luoyang City, the capital of the Kingdom of Fu.

The tinkling bell of the port rang, followed by a huge fleet arriving at Luoyang Port.

When the fleet arrived at the port and lowered the ship's ladder, it was Zhu Yousong, the son of Prince Fu, who came to meet the fleet.

Perhaps after the baptism of war, although Zhu Yousong still looks a little bulging, there is always some courage between his brows.

"Prince Fu's son Zhu Yousong, on behalf of his father, came to welcome Wu Supervisor."

When a familiar figure stepped down from the boat ladder, Zhu Yousong immediately saluted this person.

This person is Wu Aheng who is rushing to South Kunlun. At this moment, Wu Aheng not only has to shoulder the burden of developing South Kunlun, but also needs to be responsible for handing over the population of artisans who migrated from the various feudal clans in the fleet.

After getting off the boat ladder, he met Zhu Yousong's eyes, and immediately returned the salute: "Wu Aheng, the supervisor of South Kunlun, please refer to Prince Fu's son. This is the relocation document submitted by His Highness King Fu to the court."

"According to the documents, the imperial court relocated 620 artisans of various types to Fuguo, together with 600 seven of their families, plus [-] self-cultivated farmers who migrated."

After all, Zhu Changxun won the favor of Emperor Wanli, and the silver in his hand was also the best among all feudal clans.

Since he became a vassal, he has submitted three relocation documents to Zhu Youjian successively. More than 5000 craftsmen, more than 2 family members, and more than 5 self-employed farmers have been relocated.

The move of nearly [-] people was not because Zhu Changxun wanted to become the number one player in Ming Dynasty's foreign migration, but because of his own selfish desire.

Ever since Zhu Changxun came to India as a servant and obtained the military power and administrative power of Fuguo, the first thing he did was not thinking about how to govern the country, but how to build his own Fuwang Mansion.

Using the three battalions of soldiers and horses in his hands and the 320 million and [-] native people of Fuguo, this guy almost stepped on the red line of "Daming Huidian" to build the Fuwang Palace.

In this regard, although Zhu Yousong often dissuades him, he often only gets reprimanded by Zhu Changxun.

After a long time, Zhu Yousong didn't bother to talk about his father anymore.

However, because of Zhu Changxun's tyranny, many natives who had objections began to incite other natives to rebel, and Zhu Yousong could only choose to lead troops to suppress these rebellions.

But having said that, with more than 9000 soldiers and horses in the third battalion, it is a bit arrogant to want to rule Fuguo with a population of more than 300 million. Therefore, although Zhu Yousong succeeded in suppressing the rebellion, the soldiers and horses of the third battalion in Fuguo also suffered a lot of casualties.

For this reason, Zhu Changxun could only reluctantly recruit immigrants from the country, gave the court enough migration money, and then migrated a large number of people.

After these common people arrived, the men were often appointed as military commanders, local government servants, and official positions in local prefectures and counties.

The territory of Fuguo is about 11 square kilometers, which is about the same size as Zhejiang in later generations, but the cultivated land is mainly concentrated in rivers and coastal areas.

Lu Xiangsheng divided Fuguo into five prefectures and 300 counties. Therefore, Fuguo's [-] soldiers and horses can only be scattered in [-] counties with [-] soldiers.

Due to the language barrier and no one of his own, it was very difficult for Zhu Changxun to govern the country, so a large number of people were relocated, and many literate people were selected as officials.

Over time, Fuguo's rule has stabilized, but currently, Fuguo's tax revenue is only two yuan.

One is land tax and the other is commercial tax.

Although Fuguo is not big, it has more than 700 million mu of arable land, and their land tax followed Zhu Youjian's new policy in Sichuan, abolishing all miscellaneous items, and only collecting ten taxes and one land tax for rice and wheat.

With more than 700 million mu of arable land, in the case of three crops a year, the yield per mu can basically guarantee two shi per mu, so Fuguo's annual income in land tax is 340 million shi.

As for the commercial tax, Fuguo is the same as all the vassal states. The commercial tax is highly dependent on the imperial store of Ming Dynasty in Fuguo. The monthly commercial tax paid by the imperial store to Fuguo is 800 taels. There are seventeen or eighty thousand taels of silver.

For Fuguo, which raises 20 soldiers, it needs to provide 15 taels for soldiers and [-] taels for officials every year, because they still need to sell rice and wheat in exchange for silver.

Only Daming can eat 340 million shi of rice and wheat, but because the taste of Indian rice is not good, the rice in Fuguo can only be sold at a price of [-] liters per shi.

Calculated in this way, in fact, Fuguo's annual balance can be three to four million taels of silver, but because of Zhu Changxun's provocation, all the rice he wants to eat has to be imported from Daming.

In addition to rice, there are all kinds of silk, satin and porcelain, needless to say.

For Zhu Changxun, a vassal king who had been confined in Daming for more than ten years, when he finally became the master, his first reaction was to do all the things he didn't dare to do before.

Build a royal palace, enclose a hunting ground, and set up a horse guard to raise some of Daming's cattle, sheep, horses, livestock and poultry for him, so as to satisfy his appetite.

Zhu Changxun didn't deal with state affairs at all, and only took a thousand soldiers and horses to go hunting every day. All state affairs were left to Zhu Yousong, and Zhu Yousong was not only responsible for leading troops to fight, but also was responsible for handling state affairs, and finally had to be responsible for building the palace.

It can be said that after coming to Fuguo and becoming a vassal, Zhu Changxun enjoyed a blessing, but Zhu Yousong was more tired than when he was in Daming.

Wu Aheng could see Zhu Yousong's exhaustion, and couldn't help feeling sorry for the son of Prince Fu for a while.

He has been to Zhou State and Shu State. It can be said that compared with Zhu Changxun's irresponsibility, the old Zhou King Zhu Suqin, the Zhou King's son Zhu Gongyun, and the Zhou King's grandson Zhu Shaotong and others are indeed running the Zhou State.

Not only that, Zhu Fengquan, the king of Shu, is also really running the Kingdom of Shu.

Among the seven powerful states of Zhou, Shu, Fu, Chu, Qin, Jin, and Zhao, Wu Aheng only thinks that Zhou has the greatest potential.

The three of Zhu Suqin have already placed Zhou's clan children in the 35 counties of the six prefectures of Zhou State, and they have joined the army with the clan children to expand the army.

They did not rush to relocate the people, but mainly relocated some scholars and craftsmen who could read and write, so as to rule the 400 million native people under the Zhou State.

According to Zhou Guo's potential, even if it pulls out an army of [-] in the future, Wu Aheng wouldn't find it strange.

In order not to let Zhou Guo's family dominate, Wu Aheng could only say something to Zhu Yousong:

"My son, although there are some things that should not be said, but controlling the people like this will always backfire."

"It's better to learn more ways of governing the world, so as to avoid chaos in the court."

"Thank you for the teaching of Supervisor Wu..." Zhu Yousong didn't know that he couldn't waste money and people like this, but after leaving Daming, Zhu Changxun didn't pay attention to other people.

Not to mention him, even if Lu Xiangsheng came to warn him, he might not be able to stop Zhu Changxun from building the palace.

Lu Xiangsheng can't control it, so what can he do?
"By the way, this official came here not only to transport artisans to immigrate, but also to discuss with the crown prince."

When Wu Aheng talked about the business, Zhu Yousong replied immediately after hearing it: "Please tell me, supervisor."

"The imperial court established the South Kunlun Supervisory Commission, and the construction of the South Kunlun Supervisory Commission requires a lot of arable land." Wu Aheng told the South Kunlun incident, and then said:

"In terms of manpower, there is no shortage in the local area, but food is relatively scarce."

"Therefore, I want to sign a trade contract with the vassals in India. The Nankunlun Supervisory Commissioner will purchase a certain amount of grain from the vassal states every year, and the total will continue to increase. The trade volume of Fuguo is tentatively set at 5 two."

Wu Aheng talked about the grain trade, and the reason why he wanted to discuss the grain trade with the vassals was also Zhu Youjian's order.

The Huangdian of Indian Sidang did not have the strength to purchase tens of millions of shi of rice. The reason was that the road was too long, and the Huangdian could not transport the grain to Daming. Therefore, most of the food from the various feudal clans of Indian Sidang was transported by the local Huangdian to the old Hong Kong government. , and then made into a feed made by Ming Dynasty.

Although tens of millions of stone fodder were obtained, the annual expenditure was tens of millions of taels of silver.

In doing so, the silver obtained by Daming from Indian servants will still flow back to Indian servants, which is not in the interests of Daming.

Therefore, it is particularly important to let the South Kunlun Supervisory Commissioner, who is constantly mining gold and silver mines, bear part of the pressure.

"Thanks to the inspector, but the taste of the Indian servant's rice is not good, and it is transported from Fuguo to South Kunlun. I am afraid that the rice will get moldy halfway..."

Zhu Yousong wanted to curry favor with Wu Aheng, so that Fuguo would have someone in court in the future, so he kindly reminded him, but Wu Aheng smiled and said:

"No problem, Fuguo's grain is mainly supplied to East Kunlun Prefecture, and the moldy grain will be made into feed and fertilizer. These things are useful to South Kunlun."

"If that's the case, Fuguo will be disrespectful." Hearing what Wu Aheng said, Zhu Yousong breathed a sigh of relief.

The two drafted a trade contract at the pier, and each signed their fingerprints.

The trade time limit of the contract is ten years, and whether to sign it will be determined after ten years depending on the situation.

After finishing the contract, Wu Aheng looked at the soldiers and horses of Fufan who were still using cold weapons, and could not help kindly reminding:

"Your Majesty, you can prepare some silver. If there are no accidents, His Royal Highness King Qi will sell a large number of rifles and artillery to the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies in a few months."

"Thank you for the reminder." Hearing the good news provided by Wu Aheng, Zhu Yousong breathed a sigh of relief, and Wu Aheng also turned his head to look at the port.

I saw that all the craftsmen and common people had disembarked, and the empty ship was loaded with supplies prepared by the imperial shop.

"Since the matter has been finalized, the official will stay soon, so I will leave."

"The supervisor walks slowly"

As soon as the two left and saw off, Zhu Yousong quickly sent Wu Aheng back to the ship, and then, listening to the sound of the horn in his ears, he watched the huge fleet leave the port of Luoyang with his own eyes.

Just as he was watching, the sound of horseshoes came from the distance of the pier. Zhu Yousong turned his head to look, and he saw Zhu Changxun coming with cavalry on horseback.

"Father..."

"That guy Wu Aheng left?"

Zhu Changxun came on horseback, Zhu Yousong saluted upon seeing this, while he looked at the departing fleet and asked Zhu Yousong.

"It's gone. In addition, we signed a grain contract. In the future, the South Kunlun Supervision and Envoy Division will buy 5 taels of grain from Fuguo every year."

"Father, should the palace stop for a while? Inspector Wu said that the imperial court will soon loosen the trade of rifles and artillery."

"With rifles and artillery, we are better able to suppress the rebellion."

Zhu Yousong knew what his father liked to hear, and when Zhu Changxun heard that he was going to stop the construction of the palace, his first reaction was no, but when he heard that he could buy artillery and rifles, he gritted his teeth and nodded:

"Arrange it yourself, and ask someone to write a letter to ask Qu'er and Hua'er when they will graduate. If they graduate, they will return to Fuguo immediately."

"Yes..." Hearing Zhu Changxun's words, Zhu Yousong breathed a sigh of relief.

In this matter, he was not confused. If he missed the time to buy rifles and artillery, the national power of Zhou and Shu would really surpass them.

Zhu Yousong was thinking about how many rifles and artillery would be needed for the [-] soldiers and horses in Fuguo, and Zhu Changxun was about to turn his horse back to the palace, but at this moment, a Tang cavalry came from a distance and stopped in front of the two father and son. , Get off your horse.

"His Royal Highness, the southern captives sent troops to plunder the Kingdom of Shu, please help the Kingdom of Shu!"