Daming heir

Chapter 295
Never add.

This is the highest pursuit of the most sages and wise kings throughout the ages, and it has never been changed.

However, because of the changing seasons in the world, natural disasters and man-made disasters, the helplessness or intentional actions of the temples time and time again transferred the risks of the dynasty and society to the lowest level of the people in the society by means of taxation.

The people who are already living a difficult life are already vulnerable in the face of natural disasters and man-made disasters. In the already heavy tax system, it is necessary to increase taxes. Day after day, the increase in taxes has become the last straw that crushes the people. .

This is why when Yuan Sutai, the supervisor of Shanglinyuan in Ming Dynasty, yelled the slogan of never adding gifts, everyone on the sweet potato field cried in unison.

This is the highest ambition of the king, the highest pursuit of officials, and the simplest dream of the people.

When people's dreams come true.

As long as the officials are not too oppressive and the king is not too fatuous, even if there is a little turmoil in the world, it will not be enough to turn into a situation of great changes in the world.

The demands of the people are really few and far between.

Eat a full stomach, no heavy taxes, no various additional taxes.

"Can you really produce twenty stones per mu?"

Xia Yuanji's mind was shaken, and finally his tongue was dry, and he asked with difficulty.

Then, his whole body went limp, he stretched out his hands to support the oak barrel, and slowly squatted down on the ground.

It's just that the sweet potato branches and leaves held in his hands received the highest treatment and were held lightly. After Xia Yuanji squatted firmly, he was slowly sent to the bamboo basket beside him.

Zhu Yunxi looked around, seeing men whose chests were wet with tears.

At this moment, he realized what he meant to them by conservatively stating the yield of twenty shi per mu in the pursuit of increasing the yield per mu of the people of Daming and filling their stomachs.

Therefore, Zhu Yunxi nodded heavily, and affirmed in a more emphatic tone: "As long as you all work together and continue to cultivate, I believe that the yield of sweet potatoes will become higher and higher!"

This is to make a promise with the identity of the grandson of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

"Your Highness, let's not do it without adding gifts forever. This... this red...sweet potato, can it really produce twenty stones per mu?"

"Your Highness, is this true?"

"Yes, Your Highness, is what you said true?"

"..."

At some point, Zhu Yunxi was surrounded by people who were full of anticipation, but were too timid to step forward, and were hired to work in the Shanglin Garden Prison.

"That's right! Grassroots don't ask for it and never add a tax. As long as we can produce twenty shi per mu, we will pay ten shi... No! Fifteen shi is also acceptable!"

"Yes! Fifteen stones are enough!"

"That's right."

"If we can grow sweet potatoes, all the rice at home can be handed over to the government. We only need five stones of sweet potatoes per mu."

When Zhu Yunxi turned around, these old farmers directly handed over their bottom line.

For a while, Zhu Yunxi couldn't laugh or cry.

They are so cute and so goofy.

As always.

Afterwards, Zhu Yunxi's face darkened: "Who made you talk so nonsense!"

The emperor's grandson suddenly became angry, and the people present were afraid to make a sound.

Everyone lowered their heads in fear, fearing that their bold and excessive demands would offend His Royal Highness the Empress Dowager.

Xia Yuanji took a step forward hesitantly, then stopped again.

The emperor's grandson should not be here.

Sure enough, as he expected.

I saw Zhu Yunxi chuckled lightly: "Whoever asks you to keep five stones of sweet potatoes and take away all the rice in your house, you guys tell Gu, Gu will take someone to chop him up!"

The emperor's grandson doesn't blame them?
The people who had lowered their heads were suddenly at a loss.

Gratitude comes from above, and rewards and punishments come from above.

They have always only known to passively obey the request from above, today's request of Wu Shi was also a slip of the tongue under the excitement.

It's just that the emperor's grandson didn't seem to want to blame them.

At this time, Zhu Yunxi continued to speak softly: "The imperial court has now completed the work in Zhejiang Province one after another, and in Zhili and other six roads, it has implemented the taxation of every mu of land. This is to let you have a tax per mu of land that will never change.

Regardless of whether the sweet potato is twenty shi, or can produce thirty or forty shi per mu in the future, the imperial court will always collect the same tax.The more you plant, the fuller your granary will be! "

As long as the business tax is promoted in a positive cycle, and gold and silver are continuously absorbed from overseas, Daming can completely absorb materials from the private sector through economic means.

And only when the people are rich enough, can Daming do more things calmly.

Even, it was possible to establish a million-strong army that has always been recruited and hired to ensure the longevity of the Ming army, rather than the decline of generations due to the military household system.

"This is real……"

"What Taisun said is true..."

"The grandson didn't lie to us..."

Then, there was another cry on the sweet potato ground, and the sound continued.

Zhu Yunxi frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Hurry up and work, if the cuttings are delayed, none of you will be able to grow sweet potatoes at home!"

As soon as this remark came out, the people present all fell silent.

Yuan Sutai also calmed down his emotions at this time, got up from the ground and walked to Zhu Yunxi said, and waved to the old farmers in front of him: "Let's go to work, get up early and cut the sweet potato branches and leaves into it."

Afterwards, Yuan Sutai bowed and faced Zhu Yunxi: "The common people are stupid, if they offend His Highness, I hope His Highness will forgive you."

Zhu Yunxi waved his hand: "The words of the common people are moving, and I have never taken it seriously."

Yuan Sutai heaved a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, and said: "I invite you to stay in this sweet potato field from today, and count the harvest when the sweet potatoes are harvested."

Zhu Yunxi turned his head to look at the supervisor of Shanglin Yuan indifferently.

If it is someone else, maybe they want to share a little credit, but for Yuan Sutai, he probably really wants to take good care of this sweet potato field himself, and also really hopes to be the first to count the acres of sweet potatoes. people who give birth.

"Nothing is impossible."

Zhu Yunxi smiled slightly, and then pointed to the sweet potato field in front of him: "Several ridges have been raised, if Jianzheng wants to, let's cut sweet potato seedlings with Gu."

Yuan Sutai was full of joy and nodded happily.

"As it should be."

"As it should be."

………………

Fengtian Temple.

The emperor was reclining on the soft couch, with his feet resting on the side supports, with a relaxed expression, enjoying the massage of the two maids, and looking sideways at the prince sitting in front of the short-legged desk reading the memorial from time to time, enjoying this rare One day at leisure.

Since the new conquest of Jiaozhi Road, the king of Sai has been sitting on the nine sides of the north, and the Ming Dynasty has balanced the mining of gold and silver in the overseas Japanese kingdoms.

Although the implementation of the matter of dividing the land into the mu, there are some disturbances inside and outside the government and the opposition.

But on the whole, today's Ming Dynasty has unknowingly entered a state of peace and stability.

The prince, who liked to read in the sun, had to be pulled out by the old man to take up the government affairs of the country again.

Xie Jin, who was sitting next to the prince, slowly put down a memorial in his hand, and looked at the prince gently.

"Your Highness, the spring floods in Shanxi Dao have melted the ice, and some prefectures and counties have been affected. The local authorities have asked the imperial court to allocate money and food for relief."

Zhu Biao looked away from the latest memorial sent by Jiaozhidao, looked at Xie Jin who was by his side, smiled slightly, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Sun Gou'er, who was waiting at the side, immediately took a bowl of tea and put it on the prince's palm.

After taking a sip of tea to soothe his throat, Zhu Biao said: "Transport the grain stored in Taicang, Henan Province, to help Shanxi, and transfer the grain stored in Taicang, Huai'an Prefecture, to Taicang, Henan Province to enrich the warehouse. The decree is transferred to Jiaozhi Road, and the summer grain will be transferred to Huaian this year. Mansion Taicang."

Take it easy.

From the beginning to the end, facing the disaster situation in Shanxi Province, which is far away from the land of production and taxation in the south of the Yangtze River, Prince Zhu Biao showed the most calm and calm.

This is a change that would not happen to the prince who worried about the people and cared about the world in the past.

At that time, although the natural disasters in the south of the Yangtze River were imminent, the court could manage them calmly, and once a disaster occurred in the north, the court would be in chaos.

The distance between the north and the south made the imperial court feel more pressure to transfer food and grass for relief.

But now, since the new sign of Cochin Road.

Starting from Tsinghua Mansion and Changhua County, and Hangzhou Mansion, Yingtian Mansion, and Huai'an Mansion as nodes and hubs, Daming has initially established a complete storage and transshipment system in two years.

Use the grain from Huguang and Jiangxi to flatten Zhili.

Use the grain from the Jianghuai River to meet the needs of the sky.

The grain of Jiaozhi was used to fill the newly built Taicang in Huai'an Prefecture to meet the needs of defense against the north.

And the next step, the northern warehouse node with Beiping Mansion as the core, is also under the planning and construction of Yingtian Chaotang.

A full load of five thousand ships is enough to supply a whole thousand households with food and grass for a year.

Xie Jin obeyed the order and wrote Shanxi Road's disaster response, and then said: "Your Highness, can you order Shanxi Road and Henan Road to dredge the Yellow River to slow down the damage of the river to the people on both banks?"

Zhu Biao then frowned slightly.

But before he could speak.

Xie Jin said again: "A few days ago, the Wenhua Palace was walking, and Tie Xuan, the doctor of the Ministry of War and the Deputy Envoy of the Zhenwa Army, came to play, and said that this year, more than [-] Japanese people can be transferred from the Wa Kingdom to Dahe and sent to Shanxi Road."

After finishing speaking, Xie Jin lowered his head slightly.

Such an approach is really a bit ashamed to teach the sages, and it also violates the enlightenment of the Central Plains' benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith.

but……

It is the best choice for the people of Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Biao, who was still calm at first, showed a wave of excitement in his eyes, but he was quickly suppressed by him, and then waved his arms: "Quite."

Xie Jin had a slight joy on his face, just as he was about to accept the order to thank the two people on behalf of the people.

Zhu Biao said again: "Pass down the decree, all those who died in the management of the Yellow River will be recorded on the stele to test their merits."

Xie Jin smiled silently, as long as the stele is not the people of Ming Dynasty.

Then, he thought of something else.

Then he opened his mouth softly: "Yesterday, the chief envoy of Shanxi Dao played at the Yamen, saying that the mines in Shanxi Dao added a serving of porridge for two meals a day.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was lying on the soft couch, couldn't help looking sideways.

Zhu Biao shook his head: "The Japanese workers in the mines still need to be transferred every three months. The Great Wall in the north and the fort need to be repaired all year round, and they are due every year. The mines in Shanxi Road are ordered not to delay the transfer of the expired Japanese workers to the Great Wall."

Xie Jin nodded, indicating that he would write down the matter.

This policy, in summary, means that all Japanese miners who were transported from the Japanese country to Daming and sent to coal mines in Shanxi Road and other places had to change to another mining area to mine within three months.

Every year, miners who are still alive are sent to the Great Wall in the north to be responsible for repairing the Great Wall.

As for the Japanese miners after repairing the Great Wall...

Daming keeps attacking the grassland every year.

This is an extremely concealed national policy, and there will never be anyone who is not open-minded in Yingtianchaotang, let's take this matter as an example.

Stimulated by millions of taels of gold and silver every year, stimulated by the continuous exploration of gold and silver deposits from the Japanese army that has expanded to [-] soldiers and horses, Ying Tianchaotang's monarchs and ministers have always tacitly believed that a land that belongs to the Ming Dynasty alone The Japanese country is the most beautiful country in the world.

As for when the Wa country will react, when will it be unable to bear the balance of Ming Dynasty.

The tens of thousands of Shanshui officers and soldiers in Yangzhou Prefecture and Huai'an Prefecture are practicing every day, enough to fill the sequence of the Zhenwa army at any time.

The history books of later generations will not record how many Japanese people were transported to Shanxi Road every year during the Hongwu period, nor how many Japanese people never returned to the Japanese country, nor how many Japanese people died in Daming every year.

In the history books, it will only be recorded that Yingtianchaotang helped the disasters in the north again and again, repaired and strengthened the defense line on the nine sides time and time again, and the big warehouse of the household department was repaired year after year.

In history books, only the benevolence of Emperor De Ming and the talents of his courtiers will be praised.

And all of this will revolve around another person.

Zhu Yunxi, the first grandson of the emperor who supervised the country in Ming Dynasty.

"What is Taisun doing today?"

Zhu Biao asked softly what his son was doing.

Xie Jin paused for a moment, and then said: "I went to the Minister of General Affairs earlier, and heard that the grandson is out of the palace today, and went to the Longwan Wharf outside the west city to board the ship of Flangji merchants, and then went to Shanglinyuan prison."

"Xie Dashen, do you think that the boy said that ten shi per mu of grain can really be found in this world?"

The most powerful and majestic voice came from behind Xie Jin and Zhu Biao.

The two turned their heads together.

I saw Zhu Yuanzhang, who was still lying on the soft couch enjoying the pick-and-roll, at some point, with his hands behind his back, like an old farmer in the village eavesdropping on the courtyard wall, asking curiously with a smile on his face.

Xie Jin is very honest.

He shook his head honestly and replied: "Your Majesty, I don't know."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and reached out to pat Xie Jin on the shoulder: "Then do you think that Yunxi found what he wanted on the barbarian merchant's boat today?"

Xie Jin pondered for a moment: "Your Highness got off the barbarian merchant's boat and went to the Shanglin Court Supervisor. I think that His Highness probably found some things."

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed softly, and then looked at Zhu Biao and Xie Jin with emotion.

"If my Daming really had ten stones per mu, it would be enough to surpass the Three Emperors and surpass the Five Emperors!"

"I, Ming Dynasty, will also be enshrined by all ages!"

The emperor's eyes flickered, his expression passionate.

After being moved, he quickly calmed down.

Are there really crops that yield ten stones per mu in the world?
Zhu Biao smiled kindly and said, "Father, you want to go out of the palace and go to the supervisor of Shanglin Garden?"

The prince has just finished speaking.

There was already a burst of restless footsteps outside Fengtian Hall.

Sun Gou'er, the Chief Internal Officer's face changed, and rushed out from the side hall.

After a while, Sun Gou'er came in again with a strange expression on his face.

Before he opened his mouth to report the movement outside.

Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Biao and others saw the officials of the six departments and five temples rushing directly into the side hall of Fengtian Hall as if they had forgotten the rules.

Before the emperor could speak.

Headed by Zhan Hui, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, all the officials who entered the palace bowed together: "The ministers and others will see your majesty and the prince."

After several people bowed in unison, Zhan Hui waved his robe lightly, and said loudly with a blushing face: "Your Majesty, my lord, the grandson found peppers and sweet potatoes at the berth of the barbarians' ships at Longwan Wharf today. The superintendent of Shanglinyuan planted the plant, and Taisun said that the sweet potato can produce twenty stones per mu. No one in the Shanglinyuan supervisor did not cry, praying for God to fulfill his wishes. The ministers and others were overjoyed when they heard this. Prisoner, look at this auspicious gift from God to protect the country and society!"

Twenty stone.

This number, which could shake the entire Central Plains, echoed in Fengtian Hall.

Throughout his life as a soldier, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was decisive in killing and attacking, could not help but twitch his eyebrows, and then grabbed the wrist of the prince beside him: "Twenty stones!"

Zhu Biao smiled wryly and nodded: "You heard me right, Shangshu Zhan did say twenty shi."

Then, the prince frowned slightly, and quickly calmed down.

He clearly felt the old man's arm shake violently.

This is the reaction the old man has never had since he became the master of Yingtian City and proclaimed himself emperor.

Even when Li Shanchang was implicated and waited for the founding hero of Huaiyou, even when... the queen mother and hero passed away.

Merit surpasses the Three Emperors and Five Emperors!

Zhu Biao and the old man looked at each other tacitly, and the meaning in their hearts was self-evident.

"Go to the supervisor of Shanglin Garden!"

Zhu Yuanzhang lifted his breath in a deep voice.

In the prison of Shanglin Court at this moment.

The sweet potato field between Qianhu Lake and Lake Biwa is now with its buttocks facing the sky, moving along the straight ridges.

A piece of leaf is pressed on the ridge, and a pit is pressed around it, and the diluted agricultural fertilizer is soaked and moistened into the soil.

It only takes one night, and these sweet potato branches and leaves, which are still soft now, will gradually become full of vitality, and then take root and sprout.

There are not enough sweet potato vines in one oak barrel to cover an entire field of sweet potatoes.

When the oak barrel was pried open, Zhu Yunxi dug out five pieces of sweet potatoes from the soil. They were not the original species of sweet potato vines that germinated, but the sweet potatoes that developed from the roots after the vines grew.

There is a sequential relationship here.

But it also shows that these five pieces of sweet potatoes are edible.

However, this also made Zhu Yunxi not sure whether such sweet potato vines could continue to take root and sprout.

If not...

Maybe I have to tell Fan Chong, who is about to return to Spain, to take Daming's treasure ship to the island where he found the sweet potato.

When Zhu Yuanzhang brought a group of Wu Yangyang officials to the sweet potato field under the guidance of officials from Shanglin Yuanjian.

I was seeing my grandson leading a group of officials and farmers cutting sweet potato vines in the manure pits.

Just by looking at it, Zhu Yuanzhang could see that the ridge where sweet potato vines had been cut was about one-third of the land.

"I'm going to call Your Highness."

Xie Jin stepped forward, glanced at Zhu Yunxie and others who hadn't noticed the emperor's arrival because they were busy working, and said to the emperor with his hands clasped.

But Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand: "Shut up, let's go over and see how this kid is doing his farm work."

(End of this chapter)