Brother Zhu Youxiao

Chapter 599

"Use this piece of paper to deceive us... hahahahahaha!"

In October, when the cold winter came, the redemption silver and land silver promised by Daming to many gentry were distributed to the gentry in the form of banknotes.

It is actually not appropriate to say that they are gentry, because the land on which they lived no longer exists.

Right now, they are just hundreds of thousands of wealthy households with hundreds of millions of taels of silver in their hands.

Unfortunately, the hundreds of millions of taels of silver in this hand are still issued in the form of banknotes, and it is hard not to remind people of the precious banknotes of the year.

They had been hit hard by the "Abolition of Slavery Movement", and now they saw their fields turned into pieces of red paper, and their hearts were getting more and more angry.

It's just that they have no land and no political capital, but they no longer threaten the court at this moment.

If a gentry is a person, then the "Abolition of Slavery Movement" is like cutting hands and feet to this person.

Although the core torso is still there, without the limbs, all that is left is to lie down and wait for death.

Many gentry were forced to relocate, and the more than 700 million tenants and servants whose slave status was abolished, Daming also arranged similar places for them according to their hometown climate.

The water network in the south of the Yangtze River is well developed, so the servants also come from all over the world.

For the hundreds of servants and tenants in the north, the Ming Dynasty basically sent them to Shanyu Province in the north and the three provinces outside the customs in the northeast.

For the slaves in the south, they were basically sent to the Old Port, Nanzhou, and Dongzhou (New Zealand) capital.

However, the migration of 700 million people will not be successful overnight, it will take years and months.

Especially in the current drought and flood situation in the south of the Yangtze River, a large number of people in the south of the Yangtze River have fled because of the soaring rice price, and the supply of ships has long been in short supply.

Some people in the south of the Yangtze River had no choice but to board the train to the northwest, northeast, southwest and other places in order to survive.

For the three provinces in the south of the Yangtze River and the two Beijing and thirteen provinces in the Central Plains, this natural disaster is undoubtedly a serious blow to the Central Plains economy.

But for the Ming Dynasty as a whole, this natural disaster expanded the basic territory of the Han people to the largest territory in history.

Time passed little by little, and all kinds of scenes in Daming were going according to Zhu Youjian's plan.

When the time came to the end of the twelfth lunar month, Jiangnan had not yet emerged from the follow-up of the "Abolition of Slavery Movement", but Zhu Youjian had already obtained the booklet of this year's immigrants.

"This year, the number of relocated people may not be less than 700 million, but even so, there are still more than 800 million people waiting to be relocated."

"However, if the drought subsides next year, many of them may stop thinking about moving."

In the Daming Mentougou Armament Academy, when Li Changgeng, Hong Chengchou, and Sun Chuanting followed Zhu Youjian to the Armament Academy, they were immediately shocked by the various fantastic research in the Armament Academy.

A machine gun that fires 1 rounds in a row, a pure iron tank, an airplane that can soar in the sky, a car and a truck that can travel hundreds of miles a day...

There are also electrical appliances that can transport lightning, electric lights that never go out, and trams that use electricity in cities...

These various conjecture designs made Hong Chengchou and others feel like Li Hongzhang who came to New York, but they couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion in their hearts after being shocked.

Although Bi Maokang of the Armed Forces Academy explained to them that these are just models and most of the research has no signs, it still makes them feel a little out of date.

After walking for a long time, they finally sat down. Li Changgeng also got the document from the relocation department and read it to Zhu Youjian.

The four of them sat together with Bi Maokang and Wang Zheng in a gazebo of the Armament Academy, listening to Li Changgeng's words, Hong Chengchou couldn't help sighing:

"If there were no trains and ships, it would be impossible to transport so many people to different places."

"How is the population migration of the vassals?" Zhu Youjian did not answer Hong Chengchou's exclamation, but asked about the situation of the vassal kings.

"A total of 150 million people have been relocated from the vassals this year, of which 79 people have migrated to Qi, and the remaining 88 people have been divided among hundreds of vassals and county kings."

"Currently the Han family has the largest population in Zhou State. Trains can directly send immigrants to Luchuan next door to Zhou State. Therefore, Zhou State currently has a Han family population of more than 36."

"However, there are more than 520 million natives in Zhou State. They are difficult to manage. They have rioted many times and have been suppressed many times."

"It's not just the state of Zhou, but other vassal states also say the same."

Li Changgeng said so, but Zhu Youjian knew that all he knew was what the vassal state wanted to tell him, and Zhu Youjian knew better than anyone else what the vassal state did to cause the local riots.

Large-scale construction, collection of corvees... These are all things that the feudal lords did in Xiaoxiyang and Levia.

It was precisely because of these things that the local natives rioted, and then the vassal king sent troops to suppress it.

However, Zhu Youjian not only ignored it, but also asked Lu Xiangsheng to ignore it.

At present, the number of Han Chinese in India is only more than 240 million, while the number of local indigenous people is about 8000 million.

It is not a good thing that the proportion of Han people in the local area is too low, and the population of Ming Dynasty cannot support the migration of tens of millions of vassals to the local area.

Therefore, it is still necessary to properly suppress the riots, which is why Zhu Youjian ignored it.

"At present, only you, Long Live, Jian Guo, and the people in the Armament Academy know about the matter of the Armament Academy. Please remember not to disclose the matter."

"The reason why the Academy of Military Armaments can't be studied is also because Guochao started too late in basic sciences such as arithmetic, physics, and chemistry, and has not yet reached the level of accumulation."

"The promotion of official learning needs constant perseverance. Only when the basic learning of Guochao is improved, can these things emerge as the times require."

Zhu Youjian said to everyone, and Hong Chengchou understood. He knew that Zhu Youjian was transferring the main power to them little by little, so that they would become the real cabinet of the Emperor of Heaven, instead of being the cabinet of scholar-officials as before.

However, even if a few of them can survive for 30 to [-] years, it is very difficult to say whether there will be anyone who can survive after they leave.

"Let's go, let's continue shopping..."

Seeing that it was almost time to rest, Zhu Youjian also got up and took the ministers to continue to wander around the military equipment yard. It was not until Shenshi that they boarded the Mentougou train and rushed back to the capital before Youshi.

After finally returning to Prince Qi's Mansion and sitting in the empty Chengyun Hall, Zhu Youjian suddenly felt that he didn't seem to have much to do anymore.

The territory in the middle of the river was recovered, and the territory of West Siberia was recovered. These only needed to be done step by step, and he no longer needed to work hard.

The drought will end in three years, except that it will be more severe next year, and the remaining two years will gradually become lighter until it disappears.

The powerful enemies he had faced since crossing fell silently one by one, and even the gentry who were pressing on top of him also fell one after another during the three-month "abolition of slavery movement".

The downfall of the gentry is inconceivable to others, but for Zhu Youjian, it took him a full 20 years for these three months.

From the beginning when the gentry was kidnapped by the southern tax and had to make compromises with the Huaibei Great Famine, then the Donglin Party and the Zhejiang Party struggled, then the Eunuch Party came to power, the Donglin Party was severely damaged, and then the Eunuch Party was abolished...

All these things are just to win the money bags from the gentry, or to weave new money bags one after another.

When Ming no longer had to compromise financially with the gentry, the downfall of the gentry was predictable.

Politics does not have the high-spiritedness of berating Fang Qiu, and there is no drama where he slaps his face today and I revenge tomorrow.

Politics is very monotonous. Who wins depends not on who has more people, but who is more able to fight and win in small things.

Small things accumulate into a big trend, and when the momentum comes, the political opponent will collapse, like a flood bursting its embankment, out of control.

Perhaps people in later generations will feel that the gentry was defeated lightly just because of Zhu Youjian's words.

But later generations can't see the preparations he made between the first year of Taichang and the 20th year of Tianqi.

Now the matter is coming to an end, and a successor has been selected, and Zhu Ciran is sitting in that chair, and Ming Dynasty can prosper for another 50 years.

I just don't know if there will be anyone who will remember him 50 years later, and whether the Qi Palace will still be like these years, with people coming and going...

Thinking of this, Zhu Youjian stood up. He looked down at the Chengyun Hall. Although there was no one there, Zhu Youjian felt that he saw many people.

Fang Congzhe, Sun Ruyou, Ye Xianggao, Zhao Nanxing, Liu Yixie, Zhu Guozuo, Shen Yun, Nurhachi, Huang Taiji, Qi Jin, Qin Bangping, Qin Banghan...

This group of people left one by one, no one can be his enemy anymore, and no one can have a drink with him anymore...

"No, maybe there is another person..."

Zhu Youjian thought of someone, and maybe he needed to see him again before leaving Daming.

A smile appeared on his face, and with this smile, he walked out of the Chengyun Hall, his figure gradually blurred...

"plane--"

There was a sound of wood making, and Zhu Youxiao, who was thousands of miles away, raised his head as if feeling something.

"Are you tired, long live?"

Liu Ruoyu, who was standing on one side, handed over the silk, and Zhu Youxiao took it and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help laughing:

"It's nothing, I just feel a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, but it's much better now."

Putting down the plane, Zhu Youxiao went to the chair next to him and sat down: "The group of gentry who threatened me back then have been punished by my brother now."

"You said, what should I reward my younger brother?" He smiled and picked up a cup of tea and moistened his throat.

Facing the questioning, Liu Ruoyu bowed respectfully: "This servant thinks, it's better to make another set of furniture with my own hands and send it to the west capital of Qi State."

"Although the gift is not expensive, but the gift is light and the affection is heavy."

"Okay!" Zhu Youxiao's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help laughing: "That's right, if my younger brother goes to Qi State in the future, he must not be used to living without the furniture I made by myself."

While talking, Zhu Youxiao laughed again: "But now the ships are out, and my brother wants to go back and forth between Qi and Daming, and it will only take a month or two."

"It's better if you don't get used to living in Xijing City, then he will come back and live there."

"I heard that two more concubines in Prince Qi's mansion were upset recently. You said that my brother works so hard every day..."

Liu Ruoyu didn't speak, but even so, Zhu Youxiao still talked about everything he knew about Zhu Youjian with great interest recently.

He said like this, until the pendulum clock in Qianqing Palace rang midnight, and then he slowly stopped, and then there was a dead silence in the palace.

There was no smile on Zhu Youxiao's face, only calm and a little sadness on his brows.

"Yeah...the gentry has also cleaned up, so what's next..."

Zhu Youxiao seemed to have figured out something, but he instinctively refused to admit it, or even think about it.

He suddenly lost interest, got up and walked to the Qianqing Palace, staring at the Qianqing Palace at night in a daze.

Although this place is somewhat different from the Qianqing Palace in Beijing, it doesn't seem to prevent Zhu Youxiao from seeing a thin and short figure walking out while protecting a timid person behind him.

A smile slowly appeared on Zhu Youxiao's face. He wanted to take a closer look, but when he stepped over the gate of Qianqing Palace, Wei Zhongxian's voice sounded behind him.

"Long live, it's cold, be careful of catching a cold..."

Wei Zhongxian's words made Zhu Youxiao stunned, and then the big fur that Wei Zhongxian put on his shoulders made the scene in front of Zhu Youxiao gradually blurred.

When he came back to his senses, the two figures, one big and one small, had completely disappeared, and only the elderly Wei Zhongxian was left beside him.

"Big Companion, why do you think it's so easy for my younger brother to clean up this group of gentry, but I, the previous emperors of the Ming Dynasty, can't do it?"

Zhu Youxiao looked at the Qianqing palace road under the moonlight, and asked in a muttering style.

When Wei Zhongxian next to him heard the words, he didn't know what to say, but he finally choked out a sentence: "Maybe His Royal Highness Qi knows the suffering of the people..."

"Is that all?" Zhu Youxiao knew he couldn't ask anything, but he still asked Wei Zhongxian.

"Slaves are stupid..." Wei Zhongxian couldn't tell, his appearance was just like Zhu Youxiao's in his heart.

Even he couldn't tell why his younger brother governed a big country as easily as cooking a small fish, as if he had never encountered any difficulties.

It seems that in Zhu Youxiao's memory, except for the case of the Huaibei massacre that year, his younger brother always looked at ease and did not try his best.

Zhu Youxiao exhaled a mouthful of white mist, then turned around and walked into the hall, and the voice followed:

"It's getting cold...after spring, let's go back to Beijing..."

"The servants take orders..."

Wei Zhongxian hurriedly followed, and the master and servant returned to the Qianqing Palace again. Not long after, the familiar sound of planing wood also sounded in the palace.

"puff--"

When the sound sounded again, this time it was not the sound of planing wood, but the sound of hoes being dug into the ground by the people in Shanshan County, Anxi.

"Old Li, don't forget to dig the ground in this winter!"

On the edge of the field ridge, a passing old man in his [-]s asked about old man Li who was bringing his two sons in the field and was planning to use a tractor to reclaim new land.

Faced with his question, the old Li Tou, who was only five feet two or three inches tall and whose skin was like dead tree bark, said with a smile:
"Before it snows, I can do as much as I can, so that I can find wives for these two dolls in the coming year."

Old man Li smiled, ignoring the eyes of others, and took his two sons to start farming.

Not long after, black smoke came out from the tractor, and the sound of "cracking, chirping, chirping" rang out on the plains of Shanshan County.

Hearing the voice in his ears, Sun Kewang, who was planning Shanshan County with the officials on the city wall, also turned his head to look.

"Did you forget to reclaim the land in this winter?" The officials next to you were a little surprised, but Sun Kewang seemed to be quite familiar with the response:

"I'm afraid of being poor, and I'm afraid that if I don't work hard, I will go back to poverty. This is a good thing..."

With that said, Sun Kewang turned his head to look at his Shanshan City.

Shanshan City, which was once made of rammed earth, has changed its appearance. Although the city walls are still rammed earth, the houses in the city have been knocked down.

Sun Kewang asked people to build small courtyards with cement, and cement roads were laid on the streets, so even though the city walls and the scenery in the city were somewhat incompatible, it was still commendable just looking at the situation in the city.

Shanshan County, which had only 3000 people at the beginning, now has more than [-] people crowded in it.

This is not the potential of Shanshan County, let alone Sun Kewang's potential.

In Shanshan County, Sun Kewang asked the people to work in three shifts and cultivate land day and night, which made the efficiency much higher.

Since they settled down in March, although they only had more than [-] tractors at hand, with the concerted efforts of everyone and subsequent immigrants, the cultivated land in Shanshan County doubled in less than six months.

Shanshan County now has more than 720 mu of cultivated land and [-] people.

This winter, Luntai County will send more than 700 tractors to make up [-] tractors for Shanshan County.

Relying on these tractors, and the two months of February and March without being delayed, Sun Kewang felt that he seemed to be able to let the people of Shanshan County live a full life next year, and even occasionally have some meat.

"Next year, we have to set aside some land to grow beans, find a way to raise pigs, and strive to let the common people eat meat in 22 years."

Sun Kewang pointed to the land outside the city and planned them piece by piece.

Faced with Sun Kewang's instructions, everyone obeyed them wholeheartedly, just because they understood Sun Kewang's ability in governance of people's livelihood better than anyone else.

In their opinion, Sun Kewang should not be a small county magistrate, but should be transferred back to the capital, or serve as the chief envoy of Anxi.

However, Sun Kewang could see through their thoughts, but he just wanted to use the mouths of the officials and common people to promote himself, so that the meritorious officers would know how much he had done.

To win three first grades in three consecutive years is Sun Kewang's small goal. He will become a fifth-rank official by himself in three years' time.

Thinking of this, he devoted himself even more to governing Shanshan County, and the methods he governed Shanshan County were copied and learned by the surrounding counties.

It's just that although they can study, they will never achieve the same results as Sun Kewang.

But even so, such a copying learning method is much more useful than their own groping.

Gradually, Sun Kewang's reputation naturally spread in Anxi.

"This Sun Kewang managed well. He was able to increase the cultivated land in Shanshan County from 6000 mu to more than [-] mu in half a year."

"It's a pity that he's not from our Dudu's Mansion. Otherwise, if he is transferred to Suiye City, it may save that kid Li Dingguo from worrying."

In Anxi City in Anxi Mansion, Cao Wenzhao, the new governor of the Northern Army, was having a fire with Cao Bianjiao, the commander-in-chief of Anxi, discussing about Sun Kewang's deeds.

The two laughed and chatted, and they were very interested in Sun Kewang.

"I heard that this Sun Kewang was promoted to the East Palace by His Royal Highness. Later, he was dissatisfied with his vacant position in the East Palace, so he took the initiative to ask for decentralization."

Cao Bianjiao knew more about Sun Kewang than Cao Wenzhao, who was far away in the north of Lingbei.

"That's right... It's this kid's blessing to be favored by His Highness." Cao Wenzhao smiled, and at the same time put away the news about Sun Kewang.

He scrolled through the news, put it aside casually, and then stroked his short beard:
"It's been 21 years since the apocalypse, and it's only two or three years before His Highness becomes a vassal."

"Beijun, you have to be optimistic about my uncle. Sometimes I will inevitably forget some things, so you have to be careful of Yanshan below."

Cao Wenzhao was referring to the Yanshan generals in the Northern Army, and they were not in the minority. Among the 74 generals in the five army commanders' mansion of the Ming Dynasty, the Yanshan faction occupied [-] positions.

It can be seen from this that the Yanshan faction is not simply engaged in political activities in the officialdom, but often participates in the military.

Such hedging is also one of the reasons why the Yanshan School can grow so fast.

Facing Cao Wenzhao's words, Cao Bianjiao's face could not help showing a few traces of solemnity:

"Although I can keep an eye on the generals in Anxi, I can't see the generals in other places."

"Uncle, you still have to discuss this matter with the provincial commanders."

"At the moment when His Highness is about to take over the feudal clan..." Cao Bianjiao suddenly paused, and then raised his head with a complicated expression.

The fire light flickered on his face, making the atmosphere a bit heavy, and Cao Wenzhao couldn't help but frown.

"Uncle, do you think His Highness will arrange us in Daming like Li Dingguo?"

"This...of course not." Cao Wenzhao hesitated, but then said resolutely:
"After all, we are the old people who follow His Highness, and there are not too many wars in Ming Dynasty right now. Li Dingguo, Li Zicheng and the others are enough to guard the western frontier."

"Is that really the case..." Cao Bianjiao got the answer and looked down at the fire in the brazier.

Cao Wenzhao, who was sitting opposite him, frowned slowly when he heard his self-question and answer, and said in a comforting way:

"Your Highness will definitely do that, and we will definitely go to Qi with His Highness, Dudu Man and Dudu Sun."

"Definitely..."

(End of this chapter)