General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 181
Zhang Juzheng, Ning Jue, and Zhu Zaixun were forced into Xiaoling Mausoleum by Lu Bing.

The reason why Xiaoling is in Xiaoling is because Xiaoling Guard is a clear stream among many guards in Ming Dynasty, not because of how strong the fighting power of Xiaoling Guard is, but because of Xiaoling Guard's loyalty.

The Xiaoling Guard is almost the most loyal unit among all guards in the Ming Dynasty.

When Zhu Di was crossing the river in the past, the Xiaoling Guard was annihilated as the vanguard of the Southern Army, and then it was restored in the Yongle Dynasty.

When the Qing army crossed the river, the entire city of Jinling surrendered, but only one guard of Xiaoling Mausoleum did not surrender, fighting hard and dying for the country.

As the carriage traveled all the way, Zhong Shan gradually appeared in the eyes of everyone.

The only remaining 2000 people in the Xiaoling Guard guarded the various passes in Zhongshan. As soon as the prison cart arrived at the dismounting square, two soldiers stopped in front of the carriage and shouted: "Military officers dismount here, and civil servants dismount here!"

Jin Yiwei, who was driving the car, said in amazement: "Is the prison car getting off too?"

The two soldiers were obviously dumbfounded by Jin Yiwei's words.

"Prisoner... Did the imperial decree say that?"

"I didn't say anything."

"If you don't say it, you have to do it!"

"The prince just walked in!"

Jin Yiwei looked helplessly at the two people in the car.

"Two, let's get out of the car."

Zhang Juzheng happily jumped out of the carriage, and suddenly said: "In the autumn of the twenty-eighth year of Jiajing, the guilty minister Zhang Juzheng paid a visit to the Xiaoling Mausoleum of my Taizu Emperor Gao, the criminal..."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and go in, I won't be able to catch up with dinner later."

Before Zhang Juzheng could finish speaking, Ning Jue jumped out of the carriage and strode toward the Shinto path.

The sergeant escorting the two couldn't help laughing: "This Ning Qianxian is open-minded, and it's the first time I've seen someone so active in prison."

Ning Jue looked at the Baoding of Xiaoling Mausoleum in the distance and said casually:

"I've only squatted for a few days, and I've squatted here for more than 100..."

Before Ning Jue could finish speaking, Zhang Juzheng covered Ning Jue's mouth.

Along the way, Zhang Juzheng was always respectful, bowing his head wherever he went.

And the two were placed in the Jingong prison in Xiaoling by Lu Bing, and when Ning Jue and Zhang Juzheng arrived at the Jingong prison, Zhu Zaixun had already ordered people to prepare food and drinks.

Zhu Zaixun, who was like a dog's skin plaster, and Ning Jue, who rolled out of the mud and drove such a long distance, didn't care much, sat down and ate with his bowl and chopsticks.

Zhu Zaiyan's left eye was blue, Zhang Juzheng's right eye was blue, and they just watched Ning Jue sitting in the small kitchen of the Jingong Supervisor and feasting.

"We haven't seen Ning Shida for half a year, but when we first met, I gave Gu a punch."

Apparently Zhu Zaiyi was very dissatisfied with Ning Jue's fat beating.

Ning Jue munched on the food and said angrily, "Go to Xishan Village and see how the tenants lived in those days. Officials always suffer the people, and they will be wronged if they bear the name."

"Why don't they want to suffer themselves and let the people bear the burden of infamy?"

Seeing that Ning Jue was angry again, Zhang Juzheng hurriedly changed the topic and said, "If Emperor Taizu Gao is here, there should be a way to save the people from fire and water."

Without waiting for Zhu Zaiyu to speak, Ning Jue grabbed the bowl and chopsticks and said disdainfully: "Forget it, if Emperor Taizu Gao can come out, he still has the time to manage the people? He must dig the grave first."

The two asked in amazement, "Whose grave did Taizu dig?"

"Yingzong's Yuling and Xiaozong's Tailing can't run away."

"Maybe you have to bury your father in advance."

There was silence in the prison for a while.

After a long time, Zhu Zaiyu who came back to his senses finally said: "You two gentlemen, we can't give up halfway like this, we have to continue to find a way!"

Zhang Juzheng pondered for a long time.

"Unless the grain can produce ten stones per mu, or find a farm tool that does more work and costs less."

Hearing Zhang Juzheng's words, Ning Jue almost sprayed Zhang Juzheng's face with a mouthful of rice.

Because of the farm tool Zhang Juzheng mentioned, Ning Jue felt a little familiar.

"Searching is the second thing. If you find this kind of grain, how can you convince the people that it can really produce so much grain? It will take time to replace your ancestral rice seeds with this kind of grain, even if the imperial court mediates Yes, ten years, five years? The world has changed again."

"What about farm tools?"

"Uncle, what you said about farm tools is too subtle. You can do more and spend less money. Wouldn't it be over if you just said to catch a group of people to work?"

Zhang Juzheng lowered his head a little ashamedly, this idea did flash in Zhang Juzheng's mind once.

It's just that Zhang Juzheng gave up soon.

Although there is a debate between Hua and Barbarians, the biggest difference between the East and the West is that the East has always believed that all people are human from the very beginning, but the degree of civilization is different.

As long as it is human, it will rebel.

Even if he doesn't define him as a human being, he can still mingle with you with a hoe when he's really hungry.

"Master Ning can mention that the family should be in the mother, so there should be some countermeasures?"

Zhu Zaiyu put all his last hopes on Ning Jue.

Ning Jue looked at the two people in front of him in astonishment: "What are you looking at me for? As long as I can find a way, can the Xishan pilot project be like this?"

"I can only tell you that I have used all the methods that can be used, and there is no way."

The eyes of Zhu Zaishun and Zhang Juzheng dimmed immediately.

Only Ning Jue didn't panic at all.

If the stalls are in the mu, it is likely that they will not be able to get them out at half past one.

Xishan made such a big commotion and the pilot failed. Even if Jiajing wanted to cover it up, he couldn't cover it up. No one really has the ability to turn black into white, and white into black. This wave will undoubtedly die.

After such a toss, Zhang Juzheng and Zhu Zaixun should pay special attention to the new crops that have recently been introduced to the Central Plains.

After all, American crops are too bad, and it doesn't have to wait until the whole of Ming Dynasty is full of potatoes and corns to implement the spread of every acre.

In the Qing Dynasty, the yield per mu of potatoes was about ten times that of rice.

In other words, even if only one-twentieth of the land is planted with potatoes, it is equivalent to half of the current grain.

Really eat potatoes every day, who can stand it.

Daming's trip can be regarded as a consummation of merit and virtue.
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In the garrison hall, there were only Zou Wang, Mai Fu, and Lu Bing.

"Mr. Zou, thanks to Ning Qianxian's timely discovery of what happened in Xishan earlier, you almost ruined the emperor's event, do you know?"

Zou Wang fell to his knees with a "plop".

"Damn the little one! The little one has already sent people to buy cotton yarn, and no matter who is here now, there is no clue."

After Ning Jue saw the problem, Zou Wang sent someone out to buy cotton yarn without any hesitation.

This thing is not bad, and it can be used at any time. The Zou family also has a weaving field, so the big deal is to digest it slowly afterwards.

"The production side has to pretend to be more like it!"

"Yes, I have already made an agreement with Captain Wang. It just so happens that my Zou family is going to ship a batch of goods and go out with them. Even if my Zou family runs a few more empty ships, we will definitely set up this stage for His Majesty." .”

Only then did Mai Fu signal to the servant at the side to help Zou Wang up.

"Captain Lu, it's not an option to procrastinate like this. How long are we going to procrastinate?"

Lu Bing sat on the official hat chair, closed his eyes and meditated: "Wait for His Majesty's edict, I can't say this well, but I guess it should not exceed Mingxia at the latest."

Mai Fu thought about it for a while, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the royal family has enough Huangzhuang in the south of the Yangtze River. These days, the villages are known to each other, and the people do not communicate with each other until death. Unless there is a major event like Xishan, they have no contact with the outside world. It should be possible to hide ten thousand people for half a year.

No matter how long it takes, it's hard to say.

"In this case, our family will issue an edict from the Weaving Bureau, saying to the outside world that there will be a lot of weaving this year, and we will stop visiting relatives and friends in these villages at the end of the year."

Lu Bing nodded slightly, and then Mai Fu looked at Zou Wang and said with a smile: "Mr. Zou, His Majesty has decreed that you, Hua Haiyue and Ruan Liangchen will come to Beijing to celebrate the New Year."

Zou Wang's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Eunuch, are you serious?"

Although he had heard about this a long time ago, when Zou Wang really saw the handwritten letter in front of him, he still couldn't help being very excited.

Zou Wang didn't expect to see Jiajing in his life even if he beat them to death.

Not to mention Zou Wang, since the Renyin year, many Jinshi have never seen Jiajing himself once in their entire lives until they were released.

"How dare our family pretend to be eloquent? The family affairs have been ordered so that there will be no troubles. Just go to Beijing earlier."

"This is the emperor's edict! Don't worry, Eunuch Mai, I will frame this handwriting after I get home. It is worthy of the emperor's handwriting. The emperor's air, even the little ones who are thousands of miles away can smell it."

Mai Fu smiled and said: "Junfu Xiuxuan, this is not the aura of an emperor, but the aura of immortals."

Zou Wang nodded repeatedly.

"It's immortal energy, the little ordinary people don't recognize many of them."

Thousands of miles away, in the Prison of Rituals, just as Zou Wang was praising Jiajing's "manual order", Huang Jin, who was standing in front of the desk and writing the edict for Jiajing, couldn't help but sneezed.

After Zou Wang left, Mai Fu looked at Lu Bing and said, "Captain Lu, I went out to take a look earlier, and I have seen the grain price increase at the end of the year, but I have never seen such an increase. If it continues like this, For the first time in Jinling, it will open warehouses to sell grain to lower grain prices.”

"When the time comes, shall we open this warehouse or not?"

"Open it as soon as it should be opened, and it just looks like it, so that the people in the city can eat some cheap food... It's a pity that the next year's spring will suffer."

"You guys can't get enough to eat, won't it be even more lively next year?"

Lu Bing and Mai Fu looked at each other and smiled.

There are more and more scholars on the streets of the capital.

Many of them don't know how many times it is the imperial examination.

It's just that this year's spring is not destined to be peaceful.

Chang'an is expensive, and living in a big place is not easy.

The price of food in the capital is usually expensive, let alone this time of year.

On the night of the New Year's Eve, when Jiajing sent envoys to offer sacrifices to Qiling, outside the Zhengyang Gate, five thin scholars fell down in the snow.

A middle-aged man wearing a big hat and a blue round-neck gown, dressed as a man, witnessed this scene.

Subconsciously, he took out a pancake from his bosom and ran towards the five people.

"What's the matter with you brothers? Before entering Beijing, didn't the old parents already make up enough money?"

A gust of Mandarin with a Qiongzhou accent rushed over.

The starving Juren who fell on the ground turned his head away.

"Jingshi Migui, me, I want to eat cheap rice..."

Hearing this, the Qiongzhou Juren carefully put away the pancakes in his hands, and glanced contemptuously at the five people lying on the ground.

"It turned out to be very hungry."

(End of this chapter)