I really don't want to be emperor at the end of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 280 Sure enough, a dragon begets a dragon and a phoenix begets a phoenix

Chapter 279

Zhang Xianzhong didn't get the result he wanted, he didn't understand very much, he almost told Cheng Shijie clearly that he had a large amount of money in his hand, the amount of money was as much as tens of millions of taels.

But the problem is, Cheng Shijie didn't seem to care at all.

Doesn't Cheng Shijie need money?

Cheng Shijie actually needs money, but he doesn't need money either.

As a person in the twentieth century, Cheng Shijie understands certain financial knowledge.For individuals, more money is naturally better, but for the country, this is not the case.

During the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty was a country with a net inflow of silver. According to the statistics of later generations, a large number of silver mines were also discovered.According to relevant statistics, from 1560 to around 1600, Japanese and Portuguese merchants exported a large amount of silver to China through maritime trade channels, and the weight of silver exported each year ranged from 33750 kg to 48750 kg.In the trade, Daming, as a producing country, obtained a large amount of silver. Only the "Longqing switch" in the late Ming Dynasty allowed about 3.53 million taels of silver to flow into Daming.

Spain mined a large amount of silver in the Americas. If converted into taels, about 500 million taels of silver flowed into Ming Dynasty. A large amount of silver flowed into Ming Dynasty, causing the depreciation of silver in Ming Dynasty.

In fact, the value of silver in the Ming Dynasty was relatively high. For example, in the Essex area of ​​England, a quarter (12.7 kg) of wheat was less than 1543 shillings in 10, but it had risen to 1557 shillings by 32.If converted into China's exchange rate, it is equivalent to buying more than ten kilograms of wheat for one tael of silver in England in 1, while the same silver could buy more than 1557 kilograms of rice in China.

Even without relying on Zhang Xianzhong's silver, Liaodong's silver and the economy are basically on the same level, especially the silver extorted from Luzon and the Dutch, Cheng Shijie dare not fully put it on the market, otherwise, Liaodong's economic market will be destroyed. It is not entirely a good thing to cause volatility.

Even if Cheng Shijie and Gao Qiqian sent more than 1000 million taels of silver to Emperor Chongzhen, it is said that the people in the capital should have a better life when the court has money. more sad.

Now the income of a carriage driver in the capital is about 20 taels of silver, but the problem is that these 20 taels of silver are only enough for them to buy one-third of the materials in Liaodong.

If Zhang Xianzhong was willing to dedicate the money to Cheng Shijie, Cheng Shijie would naturally accept it, but Zhang Xianzhong obviously wanted to use the money to pay for his life, so it was a bit whimsical.

"Cheng Shuai, I'll give you money, enough money for you to spend ten lifetimes!"

"Ha ha!"

Cheng Shijie smiled lightly: "Take your silver and go to the ground!"

"That's a lot of money!"

"Ben Shuai knows!"

"Someone just wants to live!"

"Enjoy the few days you have left!"

Cheng Shijie said: "Come here, please come over, Eunuch Gao!"

Zhang Xianzhong said in despair: "Cheng Shuai, can we discuss it?"

"What do you think?"

Cheng Shijie said lightly: "You want to live, but what about the people who died at your hands? Don't they want to live?"

"All I kill are damned people!"

"There are hundreds of thousands of innocent people who died because of you?"

"I'll give you half of my silver, which should be 600 million taels!"

Cheng Shijie turned his head and left, not bothering to pay attention to Zhang Xianzhong.

Cheng Shijie told Meng En: "Greeting Zhang Xianzhong well!"

Meng En was slightly taken aback and said, "The commander-in-chief means... torture to extract a confession?"

"nonsense!"

Cheng Shijie said seriously: "This is the fat of the people, if I don't take it, I will be punished by God!"

Meng En went to execute it immediately.

Soon, Zhang Xianzhong's screams were heard.

One day later, Cheng Shijie asked, "Has Zhang Xianzhong confessed?"

"Marshal, Zhang Xianzhong's bones are so hard that he can't even pry his mouth open!"

Cheng Shijie said leisurely: "There is no mouth that can't be pried open. The other party refuses to confess. I can only say that your skills are too poor. This guy's skin is thicker than cowhide. What's the use of you using a whip there? His whole body is pumped out, don't even think about getting a single word out of his mouth."

It's not that Sun Kewang doesn't know how to torture to extract a confession, but he just doesn't want to take responsibility. He humbly asks for advice: "Then ask the commander-in-chief, what should I do to make him speak?"

"Use your brain, use your brain! It's the same whipping. If you whip it like this, people won't take it seriously tomorrow, but even if I just add a little bit of ingredients, it can make him cry and piss... Do you have any chili? Is there any salt? Get some and add water to dissolve in the bucket, it’s better to add some sesame oil or something, soak the whip in it for a while before whipping it, and it will taste good when you whip it down.”

Sun Kewang's eyes were bright, and he quickly got sesame oil, salt, and chili powder, added water to dissolve Zhang Xianzhong's eyelids, and started their experiment.

Cheng Shijie said: "It's not enough, add some chili powder!"

Sun Kewang poured a full catty of chili powder into the bucket, and the whole bucket became red and thick, a bit like Chongqing boiled fish soup.He put the whip in to soak it up, smiled grinningly and whipped it over!

"Ow..."

Zhang Xianzhong was drawn into tears: "Stop beating, I'll do it, I'll do it!"

"Count you acquainted!"

The current Liaodong is seriously overcapacitated. He has been in Chibi City for more than two months. At the beginning, there were not many refugees who came to Chibi City. After the people brought them to Chibi City, the refugees who followed them all the way came like a flood.

These refugees who have gone through untold hardships have one thing in common, that is, they are all skinny, with dry faces, and deeply sunken eye sockets. The hard life has almost squeezed out their vitality, and what is left is only a It's just a thin body.

If it is in other places, Cheng Shijie actually has no choice. Fortunately, the Chibi City of Huangzhou Prefecture has built a wharf. This wharf can berth [-] or [-] ships of less than [-] materials at the same time, and a large amount of materials are transported from Liaodong. , with the increase of refugees, the quality of life of refugees will inevitably decline.

Seeing so many refugees, Han also felt the pressure: "Marshal, what should we do with these refugees?"

Cheng Shijie didn't answer immediately, he looked at these refugees, facing the Ning Haijun soldiers around him, the women, old people and children among these refugees trembled even more, whenever a Tianxiong Army soldier walked by nearby, the crowd There is always a suppressed scream.

In Han's view, having too many people is not a good thing. Even though Ning Haijun brought in food one by one, the problem is that even two meals a day can gnaw down a mountain.What's more, they have already moved 6 or 6 rogues under Zhang Xianzhong's command to Luzon. many.

"How about we give each of them two steamed buns, or a bucket of grain, and let them go home!"

Mrs. Han had a very headache. These refugees were almost all old, weak, sick and disabled, and their bodies were very weak, as if a gust of wind was enough to blow them down.

With such a weak body, some people will not be able to persist every day and every moment.He died in the camp outside Chibi City.

"Let them go back? Where can they go back? Even if they are given dry food and money, how long can they last?"

Cheng Shijie sighed heavily and said, "Give them military status and let them go to Luzon to farm with the officials!"

"But, Marshal, they are too weak. They can't do much work in half a year or a few months. Can we persevere in feeding so many people?"

Although the Han family didn't know how much food Cheng Shijie had, the problem was that the food consumed in the refugee camp was as much as two to three thousand stones a day, as well as salt and medicine.The most important thing is clothes. These refugees are all naked, and many half-grown children are still naked.

Most of the men were bare-chested. Although the weather wasn't cold anymore, they still couldn't bear it when it rained. They had to give them clothes to wear, and they had to prepare farm tools, cattle, and seeds, which required a huge investment.

"We still have a lot of food, all of them are the people of Ming Dynasty. If we have the heart to let them freeze and starve to death in the wilderness? If we can help, we should help as much as possible. Besides, we also need more people to help open up wasteland and plant land."

"I'm afraid that the news will spread, and the refugees will come and eat us alive!"

"I don't care about the long-term, let's take it one step at a time. Cook for them right away, and dispose of the corpse by the way... Be careful of hygiene!"

Han sighed and said, "The commander-in-chief is really a bodhisattva, I hope these refugees can understand the painstaking efforts of the lord, and don't disappoint the commander-in-chief."

Cheng Shijie still left Chibi City.

With Zhang Xianzhong captured, his mission was basically completed.

What's more, now that this place is on the right track, refugees from the three provinces of Hubei, Henan and Anhui can pass through Chibi City, rest in Chibi City for a period of time, and then move to Luzon.

The real reason why Cheng Shijie was in a hurry to return to Liaodong was that his son Cheng Jialong was too capable of tossing around.

Daming was an era that really lacked entertainment activities. Ordinary people could at most listen to operas when rich families had weddings, or they could go to teahouses to listen to storytelling by listeners, or listen to folk ditties.

Zhu Weiti is responsive to Cheng Jialong's request, and with the support of sufficient funds, the original textile town located in the north of Jinzhou City is now renamed Jingjing Town.

As the competitive town designed by the eldest son of Cheng Jialong Cheng, it has a football field of the standard of later generations. It is a pity that Cheng Jialong can't make up a sufficient team. This football field can only be played by himself with a group of teenagers. The sports meeting will produce dozens of competitive events at once.

However, these problems are not difficult for Mr. Cheng. Mr. Cheng has built a circular racetrack and a circular racing track. Spearmanship and more than a dozen competitive events.

In order to stimulate everyone's enthusiasm for participation, Mr. Cheng has set up three medals for the special championship bonus: gold, silver and bronze, and the fourth and No.6. The bonuses are from No.11000 taels, No.2500 taels, No. No.3200 taels, No.4100 taels, and No.550 6 taels of silver.

At the same time, representative teams were also set up at the county level. Now Liaodong has set up a total of 36 counties in seven prefectures, with a total of 43 representative teams. Sports performances are used as the assessment results of the Liaodong Management Committee. Immediately after the end of the spring plowing, the participating teams will be organized.

In addition to the local government sports team in Liaodong, representative teams from major companies are also allowed. With the completion of the housing in the sports town, in addition to the executive courtyard of the Liaodong Management Committee, 260 commercial houses were built at the same time. From laying the foundation, design renderings and sell them externally.

Wealthy households in Daming also want to be neighbors with the executives of the Liaodong Management Committee. The more than 200 sets of commercial housing have almost been looted.

Cheng Jialong also established a large number of hotels, hotels, and shops in Jingjing Town. These shops are not for sale, but only for rent.

On May [-]st of the eighth year of Chongzhen, the competition officially began.

At this time, there is still half a month before the competitive meeting, and the competitive town begins to be lively. As the saying goes, the first to win the game is the Jinzhou representative team, followed by the Gaizhou representatives, and more and more competitive representatives. The team began to move into the competitive town, and the town, which was originally empty, became lively in an instant.

A large number of representative teams and nearby people with good money came to Jingjing Town. The hotels, restaurants, and hotels in Jingjing Town were overcrowded immediately. Many people who owned buildings vacated a few rooms and advertised. full.The sales of vegetables, fruits, poultry, meat, etc. on the market have become extremely hot, and those shops are almost overcrowded.

Cheng Shijie took Shi Lang, Zheng Sen, and Gao Jie on the streets of Jingjing Town. Looking at the bustling crowd, Cheng Jialong was very happy.

You must know that in the entire competitive town, he is a charterer, and the people who spend here all give money to Cheng Jialong.

"Gao Jie!"

"Under the door!"

"You still need to find some talents who can gamble!"

"Talents who can gamble?"

"Yup!"

Cheng Jialong said solemnly: "Whether it's horse racing, long-distance running, or Sanda, we all start from the audition. Every contestant is numbered for them, and who can win. Think, if the handicap opens, how many people will bet?"

Zheng Sen was little transparent by Cheng Jialong's side. He usually seldom spoke. He looked at Cheng Jialong's back and heaved a long sigh.

Cheng Jialong was indeed Cheng Shijie's son, at a young age, he was quite capable of making money.

Although a lot of money was invested in building this town, most of the investment has been basically returned when selling commercial housing.

Everything in this small town is earned.

Gao Jie said with a puzzled face: "But there is always a winner or loser in gambling, how can we guarantee a stable profit without losing money?"

"You are stupid!"

Cheng Jialong smiled and said, "As both an athlete and a referee, how could you lose?"

When Cheng Jialong told Gao Jie his thoughts, Gao Jie was dumbfounded: "Can you still play like this?"

"This is the basic operation!"

Cheng Jialong said: "Also, our competition will undertake advertisements. Anyone who wants to use our venue to advertise must pay a high advertising fee!"

Sometimes Gao Jie really wanted to open Cheng Jialong's head to see how his head grew. If Cheng Jialong didn't get rich, then there would be no reason.

(End of this chapter)