General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 180 God Says
With Zhu Zaiyu's warrant, the Zhu family members in Litian in various prefectures became more radical.

Contradictions with the gentry from all over the world have become more and more acute.

But standing behind these clan relatives is the imperial court after all.

Fewer and fewer clan relatives were beaten to death by clan gentry, but more and more clan relatives were forced to death by clan clan relatives.

There were even quite a few Zhu family members who even directly blackmailed many gentry.

Back then, it took Zhu Yuanzhang 20 years to clarify the acres of fields in the world. Even Zhang Juzheng in the original history took three years to clarify the acres of fields.

And right now, these clan members are clearly planning to finish their work this year, and they are going to hurry up and go home.

Li Tian got tighter, but another signal was revealed to these gentry.

Next year, the imperial court wants to spread all over the world!
A family letter and impeachment letter were collected to the northern and southern capitals, and then quickly circulated among the dignitaries of these two capitals, and finally became the family letters sent by these dignitaries to their respective hometowns.

What happened in Xishan has already begun to spread to the 13 provinces in the two capitals of the Ming Dynasty.

The world's gentry were in an uproar, and the capital who decided the fate of Xishan, although there were discussions, compared with what happened in Xishan, it was still a bit too calm.

of course.

The Secretary of General Administration's memorials to impeach Ning Jue never stopped, but Jiajing "retired", and all these memorials defaulted to "no report".

Jiajing hid in Xiyuan, and all the pressure was put on the two old foxes in the cabinet.

The voices of those who stopped the sedan chair for writing, those who poked their spines and scolded, begged Xu Jie and Yan Song to find Jiajing to leave the customs, all fell on the two old men.

"Stop throwing eggs! The eggs don't stink yet, aren't you wasting food!"

Yan Shifan yelled towards the outside of the house, turned his head and ran towards the hall.

"Dad, I always think it's weird."

Yan Song, however, sat in the hall like an old monk in meditation.

Yan Shifan raised his head cautiously, signaled the servants on the left and right to back down, then looked tentatively at his father and asked: "Father, I think this situation is not quite right."

Yan Song then said: "How?"

"There is another letter from my family. This year's food prices are not right. It is said that after the autumn harvest, the food prices should drop."

Yan Song nodded slightly and said, "Has the food price at home gone up?"

"It has risen, but the letter said it has not fallen."

"I'm afraid this is unusual."

"tell me your opinion."

Yan Shifan was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly said: "Father, those who have no property have no perseverance. Since ancient times, it is not those tenant farmers who have no land."

"The tenants of the stalls enter the mu, and the tenants are nothing more than returning the lease of the land and going to the city."

"But those farmers with a few acres of land can't run away!"

Yan Song took a deep breath and said leisurely, "What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid there are quite a few people who are preparing to rebel against those little people..."

Before Yan Shifan finished speaking, there was a "pop", and the teacup in Yan Song's hand smashed in front of Yan Shifan.

"Finally can't bear it anymore? Finally know how to tell your father and I? Your father and I have been waiting for you to say these nonsense for seven or eight days!"

Yan Shifan looked at his father in astonishment.

"Father! Did you expect that? But my son is right!"

"Fart! Emperor Taizu Gao is a tenant farmer who has nothing!"

"But for thousands of years, didn't there be a Taizu Emperor Gao? Throughout the ages, there has never been a time when farmers who originally owned land paid for their property first, so they felt resentful and caused chaos in the world!"

Yan Shifan was right.

After the tenants in Xishan ran away with their buckets, the landlords in each village turned their finger on the semi-owner farmers who were only slightly stronger than the tenants.

They have the land in their hands, so they cannot walk.

And the land in their hands is not enough to support their lives.

A lot of land rent is gradually being passed on to the semi-owner farmers.

The gentry outside Xishan have already sharpened their knives after learning about the situation in Xishan.

If the tenant farmers cannot be cut down, then the semi-owner farmers will be cut down.

Since ancient times, compared with the impoverished tenant farmers, these self-cultivating farmers who actually look good are the real main force of rebellion.

The most difficult thing in the world is to go from extravagance to frugality.

Shareholders are used to being poor, but there is not such a big gap.

"That's why you've got a crooked mind? You want to raise the price of food too?"

Yan Shifan bowed his head and said: "Father, if the world is really in chaos, food, gold and silver, that is the real hard currency!"

"Then do you know why they want to raise the price of food?!"

"I know! It's nothing more than raising the price of food to the extreme in advance, so that it can be beaten down in a wave next year when the Ding Whip is used, forcing those farmers' families to be ruined, and wait for people to rebel."

Yan Song got up angrily, lowered his voice and said in a trembling voice: "Aren't you still confused? Your Majesty can't even think of things that you can know?"

"Father, what if!"

Yan Song gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "There is no such event!"

Hearing his father's words, Yan Shifan stood where he was.

Only then did Yan Song say: "Even if there is that eventuality, everything in the Yan family is given by the Zhu family."

Hearing Yan Song's words, Yan Shifan couldn't help showing a little smile.

"Father, do you believe this yourself?"

"So what if you don't believe it? Do you think the Yan family is still a small family? The Yan family can't and can't do these things."

After a long time, Yan Song finally said: "It's useless for the Yan family to want the petty profits that are ahead of the charge. What's the matter? It's not too late for the Yan family to wait until the overall situation is settled."

"Father...then our kiln can always..."

Without waiting for Yan Shifan to continue speaking, Yan Songdang shouted angrily: "Come here!"

"Break Yan Shifan's legs, and let him stay at home for two days!"

As soon as Yan Song finished speaking, two servants with unfamiliar faces broke into the hall and grabbed Yan Shifan.

"Hey, you guys really dare to fight, don't you? Dad, why don't I stop talking!"

"Then you can't go out these days, just read the sage's book honestly! You can't even pass a Jinshi exam, it really embarrasses the face of the Yan family."

The same thing happened in almost all the homes of these "nobles" at the top of the pyramid.

But each choice is different.

Jiangxi porcelain is the best in the world, and the hens that really lay the golden eggs of the Yan family are not those farms, but the kilns scattered in various prefectures in Jiangxi.

And the hen that lays the golden eggs of the Xu family is naturally not the [-] mu of land, but the weaving field of the Xu family in Songjiang. The reason why the biggest industry of the Zou family is grain is also because the largest cloth merchant in the south of the Yangtze River is Xu Ge old Huating.

Xu Jie and Yan Song are important ministers of the imperial court, so naturally they will not, and there is no need to take risks to raise grain prices and force them to rebel against the peasants.

But Xu Jie still had the guts to get some cheap labor to work from home while the tenants abandoned their fields and ran away.

Not only that.

And it's huge.
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"...Your minister, please imitate Xishan's example. Next year, the stalls and the whip method will go hand in hand. The time limit for the summer grain and autumn Fu to enter Beijing will be postponed by one month, that is, the autumn grain will enter Beijing before March, and the summer grain will enter Beijing before September."

After Huang Jin finished reading Zhu Zaishun's memorabilia.

Jiajing then said, "Send it to the cabinet."

The reform seems to be decided by Zhu Zaiyu, but in fact, every copy of Zhu Zaiyu's memorial will be sent to Xiyuan first, and after being checked by Jiajing, it will be decided "when" to submit to the cabinet.

However, all Zhu Zaixun's memorials that the cabinet could see were approved by Jiajing.

But this time Huang Jin frowned.

"Your Majesty, this memorial was issued seven days ago. The Crown Prince sent someone back eight hundred miles to chase after it. It seems that something happened to the Xishan pilot project."

Jiajing still said without any hesitation: "Send it to the cabinet."

Huang Jin lowered his head and said, "Here."

At this moment, Zhang Zuo, who was standing beside him, lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, there is a report from Dongchang."

"how?"

"Fleets from Huguang, Sichuan, and Jiangxi provinces have all arrived in Jinling one after another. They all say that the price of grain is not right this year, and some people are afraid that they have already started to move."

Jiajing sat on the futon and said with a smile: "The knife has reached the back of the waist, if it doesn't move anymore, I have to think about whether I am making trouble for no reason."

"If the East Factory is more busy, each province will send a few people to watch it, and then pull out the food and goods records of each province over the years, check the price of food in previous years, and see if we can draw a line."

"Here."

Jiajing stood up and looked at Huang Jin.

"Is there any report from the clansmen of each prefecture?"

Huang Jin lowered his head and found a stack of memorabilia, and then said: "Shen Mansion, Dai Mansion, Jin Mansion, and Chu Mansion have all issued military orders, and they can complete the land before the summer harvest next year."

"How is the progress of each government?"

"It's more than half at the moment, and if it goes on like this, it should be barely enough."

Jiajing breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and then looked at Huang Jin and asked casually: "I don't care about these in advance, have you settled the accounts that I asked you to go to the Ministry of War?"

"My lord, I have figured it out. Datong and Xuanfu towns in the nine border towns owe the least wages, and most of them only owe six to eight months."

"Secondly, there are two towns of Yansui and Liaodong, with more than one year in arrears, and three towns of Ningxia, Guyuan, and Gansu, with arrears of about five years, Jingying, Jingying..."

Before Huang Jin could finish speaking, Jiajing nodded slightly.

"Understood, tell Lu Bing that the fire is almost ready, let him last as long as he can, and if he can't hold it, it's okay to have a showdown with the prince."

"Here."

There is no need for Huang Jin to report the salary of the Beijing camp. Jiajing knows better than anyone how much the Beijing camp owes.

Perhaps the time has not yet come for a small household to enter the mu.

But it is really a good thing that can poke the lungs of Jinshen.

Especially after Xishan tenant farmers abandoned their land.

There are not many people who can sit upright.

Jiajing didn't care about whether it would really be possible to make a fortune.

Enough to bluff.
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Another few days.

At first, Ning Jue’s idea was that he would hand over the shuttle to Zou Wang, and Zou Wang could go to other prefectures and counties to buy cotton yarn at a lower cost. Use the market in the south of the Yangtze River to feed the people of Xishan.

After all the stalls in the Ming Dynasty are opened, the industrial revolution of the Ming Dynasty will almost blow out.

It's just that the development of things soon exceeded Ning Jue's expectations.

The Zou family and the Hua family recruited more and more people.

There are quite a lot more boats on various docks.

There are many more ships and caravans going out every day, but most of the ships are going out at night, neither seems to be transporting cotton cloth, nor does it seem to be transporting cotton yarn to Xishan. When others ask about it, They say they are on their way.

These people in Xishan seem to be "eating people" one by one.

Where did everyone go?
Ning Jue, who realized that something was wrong, directly led his troops to surround Zhongxiangtang again.

Until Zou Wang saw Ning Jue who was furious.

"Qian Xian, how have I offended you?"

"Ask me? What's going on in Xishan! How long are you going to pretend?! So many people, where did you get them?"

Zou Wang was held back by Ning Jue, and was at a loss for words for a while.

"This, this is naturally in my Zou family's weaving field."

"Fuck you, you hired so many people in your weaving field, not even a single boatload of cloth out of Xishan, and not even a single boatload of cotton yarn into Xishan, you Zou Donghu hired so many people, it's all Did you take it home and make a offering as a Buddha?!"

Zou Wang looked at Ning Jue incoherently.

"Qian Xian, you, me, this, if I say that I'm keeping them and preparing to sell them abroad, would you believe me...?"

"You conjured cotton yarn out of thin air, right?"

"what happened?!"

Before Ning Jue finished speaking, there was a sound of horseshoes behind him, and then a county clerk tightened his reins and shouted outside Zhongxiang Hall: "Reporting to Qianxian, someone from Nanjing is here."

Hearing the word "Nanjing", Zou Wang, who was captured by Ning Jue, was relieved.

When Ning Jue turned around, what he saw was Zhang Juzheng who was riding behind the petty official and riding a dusty horse.

"Brother Ning!"

"Uncle Zhang?!"

"The matter of Xishan was caused by you and the prince?!"

Zhang Juzheng jumped off the horse, and Jishou saluted.

"Brother Ning, this is a serious matter, so follow me back to Jinling as soon as possible."

Seeing Zhang Juzheng's appearance, Ning Jue roughly guessed the result.

Most of the stalls in Xishan have failed.

Zhang Juzheng did not take Ning Jue to Jinling, but went directly to an ordinary village near Jinling.

It's just that the steward of this village is an old eunuch.

Obviously this is a Huangzhuang of Tianjia in the south of the Yangtze River. There are many such Zhuangzi in the south of the Yangtze River.

The old eunuch took Ning Jue and Zhang Juzheng straight to the field, and Ning Jue saw Zhu Zaiyu from the field.

However, what Ning Jue saw was countless tenant farmers speaking with a Xishan accent in the fields.

In ordinary villages and towns in Xishan, each family needs [-] mu of land. In this village, each family only cultivates about [-] mu. This figure, apart from the exemption from corvee and land rent, is just enough to support these tenant farmers.

Zou Wang brought everyone here!

"What exactly is going on?"

Hearing Ning Jue's voice, Zhu Zaiyi stood up sadly, and glanced at Feng Bao behind him.

Holding the account book, Feng Bao bowed his head and said, "Ning Qianxian, Your Highness ordered the servants to calculate the output of each mu of land in the south of the Yangtze River in good years and bad years, and divide the output into mu. I'm afraid that something important has been missed."

"What's the matter?"

"The tenants in Xishan city, counting the family size, are about 8 people."

"Each Ding needs two stones of grain per month to support a family of five. In combination with Koukou weaving work, each Ding needs 150 catties of grain per month, and Kou weaving requires more than [-] catties of grain to support a family of five. Home……"

"Don't read the account, tell the result."

"For these 8 people, Xishan needs to provide at least 40 shi of grain every year to ensure that they will not starve to death. Qian Xian, Xishan either cannot afford to support so many people, or there are not enough people to plow the fields!"

In short, it's not a matter of land annexation.

The root is still a problem of productivity.

Listening to Feng Bao's words, Ning Jue realized a mistake of objective idealism.

Dividing into acres and steam engines are effects, not causes.

It wasn't that a god with braids sitting in the Forbidden City said that if there is a household, there will be households in the world.

Not to mention a blond, blue-eyed foreign god who stared at the lid of the teapot lifted by the steam and said that if there is a steam engine, there will be a steam engine in the world.

The reason why there is a share of acres is because American crops are imported into the Central Plains, which reduces the labor cost required to support a labor force.

It was because the desperate tenants who were forced to flee into the city found that they were too hungry to die, and more and more tenants fled. The Qing court found that it could no longer receive enough land silver with long-legged heads, so Only then can there be a lot of people.

The steam engine was also an inevitable product in order to get rid of seasonal differences in water resources in the middle and late stages of the first industrial revolution.

All of this was never what God said it would be.

But people need to have.

Ning Jue tried to become a god, but was finally defeated by humans.

"Then the Xishan pilot failed, please report it!"

Before Ning Jue finished speaking, Zhu Zaiyu suddenly said, "But the Xishan pilot project cannot fail."

Hearing these words from Zhu Zaiyu's mouth.

An unknown fire burst out in Ning Jue's heart immediately.

"Why can't it fail?! Since the court is experimenting, isn't it because they are afraid of failure?!"

"However, in the court, how many people are waiting to use this matter to frame Master Ning and the new law..."

Hearing this, Ning Jue couldn't help it, and kicked Zhu Zaiyu into the muddy farmland.

"Damn it, I've been putting up with you for a long time, don't you know?!"

Zhang Juzheng, Lu Bing, and even the old eunuch in charge of Huangzhuang, as well as Zhu Zaixun who was lying in the mud, all looked confused.

In the 180 years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there were people who beat their colleagues. I have never heard of anyone who dared to beat the crown prince!
Not to mention the ministers, even if the emperor moved the prince a little, someone would have to send a memorandum to persuade him.

After kicking Zhu Zaiyu into the farmland, Ning Jue also jumped into the mud.

"Right is right, wrong is wrong, if something goes wrong, if you don't want to solve the problem, why do you want to cover it up?"

"Covering up and covering up, and finally smearing the four words, what should the future generations really need?!"

Zhu Zaiyu, who was pressed into the mud by Ning Jue, was startled at first, and then he became furious.

"That's right! Daming still has thousands of miles of sea and land, and the imperial court is about to open the sea, and the imperial court can go outside to buy grain! People can always find a way to survive, which is better than now! But if you are allowed to live in the south of the Yangtze River, I never thought that there would be a way back! At worst, we will slow down!"

"Do you know how many people there are in Ming Dynasty? Do you think that billions of people are just a number? Is it possible to go to sea after traveling thousands of miles to get a few catties of food and come back to fulfill your great achievements? The life of the boat master is not fate. Is it? Even if the food is bought back, can the common people afford it?!"

The two just hit each other with one punch and one kick, and Zhang Juzheng, who was originally on the ridge of the field, also jumped down.

"Brother Ning..."

Before Zhang Juzheng finished speaking, Ning Jue punched him.

"And you, Zhang Juzheng!"

"Are you still a prodigy? The prince is out of his mind, and you are messing around with him. I don't understand. Just admit your mistake, is it so difficult?"

Zhang Juzheng studied since he was a child, how could he have experienced this, Ning Jue punched Zhang Juzheng, and Zhang Juzheng fell into the field again.

Ning Jue became more and more angry.

First it was public, then it was private.

If the Xishan Reform is defeated, it is defeated. I will pay them my life!
Thinking of going home so many times before, Ning Jue became even more angry.

Until Lu Bing also jumped into the field and pulled Ning Jue and the others away.

Only then did Ning Jue gasp heavily, and lay down in the mud.

"Ning Kezhong, enough!"

"Don't pull him, Governor Lu. I still have strength to spare. Since we're discussing matters, let's discuss them happily."

Lu Bing was speechless.

Never heard of such a discussion!

Lu Bing pulled out the imperial decree from his sleeve and dusted off the dirt on the imperial decree.

"Your Majesty has a secret order."

The hot air in the field froze almost instantly.

Even Ning Jue raised his head and looked at Lu Bing in disbelief.

"Is there really a secret?!"

Lu Bing looked at the three of them helplessly.

"If you don't believe it, you can ask His Majesty after returning to Beijing."

Originally, Lu Bing still wanted to pretend to be meeting, but whoever thought about it immediately started fighting.

Even in the early years, the Shang Dynasty was not so lively!
"The crown prince went to Xiaoling immediately, and visited the mausoleum to reflect on his mistakes. The guards of Xiaoling and Jin Yiwei accompanied him to protect him."

"Zhang Juzheng, a bachelor's attendant, can't check the king's mistakes, so he will go to prison."

"Yingtian inspector, Qindu censor Shi Ningjue, made arbitrarily assertive claims, and issued an imperial edict to prison."

The three of them were stunned in the field immediately.

Is this the end?
Zhu Zaiyu struggled to pull his leg out of the mud, and said loudly: "Captain Lu, the new law cannot be abolished!"

"Your Highness, Father Jun's order is that you go to visit the mausoleum first, and when His Majesty says you can finish visiting the mausoleum, you are entering the city."

It wasn't until after being pulled out of the mud by Jin Yiwei that Ning Jue came back to it a little bit.

This old Taoist probably didn't care about the income from every single person from the very beginning.

This guy hasn't climbed up since he knocked out Qianyan!
Seeing the three people being stuffed into the carriage, Lu Bing was relieved.

And Mai Fu, who heard that the three of them were fighting, also came late.

"Captain Lu, is Your Highness alright?"

Lu Bing smiled wryly and said: "The two scholars can stir up quite a storm, so it's better for His Highness to calm down."

"But this imperial prison... Zhang Shi said that he and Ning Qianxian may not be able to go. If the news is leaked, you and I will suffer a small crime, but it will be a big problem to miss the emperor."

Lu Bing took a deep breath and said leisurely: "The imperial prison has no fixed place in ancient times. The place where the imperial decree is located is the imperial prison. We can go to Xiaoling together first."

"good."

"Mr. Mai, the crown prince has gone to visit the mausoleum, but we have to continue singing this play."

"Since there is a decree, then our family will obey the command of the governor, and the whole city of Nanjing will do our best to cooperate."

Lu Bing waited for these words, and immediately said: "From now on, the Huangzhuang, where the Xishan refugees are housed, is allowed to enter and not allowed to leave, and there are guards guarding each entrance."

"As for Zou Wang, please ask Eunuch Mai to depose him. After that, the crime of correcting the crown prince will be borne by Lu."

"There is Lao Lu, the governor."

Zhu Zaixun's memorial is still being delivered to the capital as usual.

The imperial court has revealed information to the outside world, and it is still ready to go its own way and will be ruined next year.

On the other side of Xishan, Zou Wang really retained [-]% of the tenants, that is, more than [-] weavers expanded his own weaving field. As more and more ships bought cotton yarn and shipped cotton cloth, Xishan also gradually It was like that for a while.
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Escort Ning Jue and Zhang Juzheng to the carriage to Xiaoling.

The unkempt two were thrown into the same carriage.

Zhang Juzheng, with black eyes, looked at Ning Jue in puzzlement and asked, "Brother Ning, why did you get into such a big fight?"

"I can't stand it anymore."

"Then you can't bear to fight the prince?"

"Yup!"

"Then why don't you fight Governor Lu?"

"I can't beat him."

Zhang Juzheng was silent, only Jin Yiwei who was driving the car almost laughed out loud.

(End of this chapter)