General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 187
A haze hangs over the heads of scholar-bureaucrats and gentry in the world.

The whipping method finally became what they least wanted to see.

Xu Jie is still the leader of Qingliu.

When it comes to Yan Song, Qingliu gnashes his teeth more and more day by day.

But the money in the pocket, if it flows away, it just flows away.

However, to Xu Jie's surprise, Xu Fan, who was originally staying in his hometown, returned to Beijing ahead of schedule.

After receiving the news, Xu Jie, who had returned home from Dulu, noticed that the atmosphere at home was not quite right as soon as he entered the house.

All the servants stand around the front hall.

Shards of broken china were strewn all over the floor.

Seeing this scene, Xu Jie felt a "thud" in his heart, and the butler of the Xu family came forward.

"master……"

"Don't talk, the old man won't listen."

Xu Jie walked into the house dumbly.

As soon as he walked into the house, he saw Xu Fan who was kneeling in the front hall waiting for him.

The moment he saw Xu Jie, Xu Fan knocked his head on the ground with a "boom".

"Father! My son is unfilial!"

Xu Jie sat at the side of the front hall in a daze, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea.

"Don't talk to me either, I don't want to hear it yet."

The tea cup made a "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping" sound in Xu Jie's hand.

Xu Jie's old face had also turned pale.

"Father, there is a batch of cloth at the weaving field, and my son sold it out on his own initiative..."

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound, and the teacup in Xu Jie's hand fell to pieces on the ground.

"I said it, I don't want to hear it!"

Xu Fan's tears fell down with a "pat" and "pat".

"110 million bolts of cotton cloth, 16 taels of silver, but now you can't even buy [-] shi rice!"

"Father, how can the white money change overnight like this?!"

Xu Fan's voice did not fall.

The butler of the Xu family brought Wang Shizhen to the front hall of the Xu family.

"Master, Wang Hanlin is here."

Xu Jie closed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "What is he doing here?"

"Teacher, the student is over."

"Yuanmei is here, why?"

Wang Shizhen cupped his hands and said, "May I ask my teacher, how much cotton and silk are there in Xu's weaving field?"

Xu Jie was startled when he heard this.

"Yuanmei is here for Yibu?"

Then Wang Shizhen bowed his head and said: "The imperial court is very strict. The imperial court can compile taxes into copper and silver. The students don't believe that the imperial court can also compile taxes into cloth! Taxes into porcelain!"

Any major monetary policy shift will directly affect changes in the way wealth is stored.

"I would also like to ask my mentor to make a price, whether it is money or silver, as much as my Wang family has."

Xu Fan, who was kneeling on the ground, and Xu Jie, who was sitting in the hall, were stunned almost at the same time.

After a long time, Xu Jie finally spoke a word from his mouth.

"it is good."

Obviously, Wang Shizhen was not the only one who could think of this question.

It does not matter whether this time the court taxed copper or silver.

What these nobles need now is to quickly take their property and hide in a place without these shackles.

It was a long time after Wang Shizhen left.

There was a dead silence in the hall of the Xu family.

Both of their brains were running fast.

Old friends who now have silver and money in hand have already regarded these things as hot potatoes, and they are eager to turn these things into other goods to avoid the supervision of the imperial court.

When the silver and money flow out of these old hands, there will always be someone who will make the money away.

And the people who make the money need to get rid of these hot potatoes as soon as possible.

It is not difficult to foresee that porcelain, cotton, linen, and silk will all become the hottest items in the future.

Xu Jie, Xu Fan father and son looked at each other.

Obviously, the two also approved of Wang Shizhen's method.

After a long time, Xu Jie stood up slowly and said in a low voice, "Recruitment, expand production."

Finally, Xu Jie glanced at Xu Fan who was kneeling on the ground.

"Forget about the money."

Xu Fan knocked his head on the ground.

"Son understands!"

A ignorant consciousness gradually took root in Xu Jie's mind.

These weaving fields that can continuously weave cloth are far more valuable than I once thought, at least for a period of time in the future.

The Xu family is like this.

But Wang Shizhen won't just go to Xu's house.

There is more than one Wang Shizhen in the capital.

That night, Yan Shifan, who had been locked up by Yan Song for a long time, was also released from the small dark room, and then Yan Song kicked him back to his hometown in Jiangxi.

And all of this, when the emperor announced it to the world, it was also passed on to the Wanfang of Kyushu along with the urgent report of eight hundred miles.

A huge demand that means huge wealth, unprecedented in ancient and modern times, was born.

And thousands of miles away from the Ming Dynasty, the land called Europa is also experiencing the ravages of the price revolution that first succeeded the great geographical discovery and then initiated the industrial revolution due to the influx of a large amount of cheap American silver.

And this seed that finally gave birth to the industrial revolution was finally planted in the east by stumbles.

At this moment, the whole world is hot and cold! ——
Under the bright sun, in the city of Nanjing.

Just when the carriage of the three of Zhu Zailong was slowly driving towards Jinling City.

A small sedan chair quietly stopped outside He Qian's house.

Since Xishan returned to Nanjing, He Qian has been ill, anyway, that's what the He family said.

When the sedan chair came to a complete stop, a Confucian scholar wearing a Confucian crown and looking polite and harmless to humans and animals walked towards He's house from the sedan chair.

Without waiting for the Confucian scholar to speak, the two concierges of the He family got up and said: "Sir, my master is sick, so you can come some other day."

The Confucian scholar was not in a hurry, he paused for a while and said: "My little brother, I understand etiquette."

"My master is really sick."

"Please tell me that my old friend Liang Fushan came to visit. If Mr. Jiyang doesn't see him, Liang will leave now."

The two concierges looked at each other, and one of them immediately walked towards the house.

After the concierge left, the Confucian scholar looked at the remaining concierge in front of him and asked, "Dare to ask brother, does Liang look like a person who doesn't know etiquette?"

"Not like."

"Then why are you forcing each other with sticks?"

"Because the last one who came to make trouble doesn't seem to be ignorant of etiquette."

The Confucian scholar was at a loss for words.

Not long after, the concierge ran out by himself.

"Mr. Fushan, my master is here to invite you."

"Thank you."

The Confucian scholar flicked up his clothes, stepped across the threshold of the He family, followed the concierge to the hall of the He family, and then saw the gray-haired He Qian.

The Confucian scholars who saw He Qian were obviously surprised.

"Why are you here, sir?"

When He Qian saw Confucian scholar, he stepped forward and grabbed Confucian student's hand firmly, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "It's hard to say, hard to say!"

Although there were only four words, the Confucian scholar could still feel the sadness in He Qian's heart.

He Qian pulled the Confucian scholar and walked towards the backyard.

In the well that day, He Qian had already ordered someone to prepare refreshments. He Qian covered his head and sat down on the recliner. The maid standing beside the recliner also picked up a towel from the copper basin and spread it on He on the forehead.

"It's all that stick, don't mention it, don't mention it!"

He Qian waved his hands again and again, and then continued to ask: "Fushan came all the way from Jiangxi, why?"

Seeing what He Qian said, Confucian scholars had no choice but to talk about the purpose of their trip.

"I heard that Xishan's new law is in full swing, so I came here to ask Mr. Yu for advice."

He Qian, who was lying on the recliner, didn't even open his eyes. The Confucian scholar even thought that He Qian had fallen asleep.

Just when the Confucian scholar was puzzled, He Qian said: "The world is in chaos and fear of life."

As soon as the words were finished, the Confucian scholar's eyes lit up even more.

"The strong wind makes the grass strong, and the loyal ministers are seen in the swing. This is also what my teacher said to help."

He Qian was noncommittal. Compared with the Confucian scholar in front of him, He Qian felt that the Ganquan School was a bit reserved.

"Master, are you okay?"

This is also the fundamental reason why He Qian ordered someone to let the Confucian student into his house. He was really curious about the whereabouts of the Confucian student's master.

The Confucian scholar said with a smile, "Mr. Dazhou is on the rise, and his teacher naturally lives in seclusion and is studying knowledge in his private residence."

Mr. Dazhou, of course, refers to Zhao Zhenji.

This is an old official affair.

It was the summer of the 25th year of Jiajing. Zhao Zhenji, who was only 38 years old, was sent out to be a priest and supervisor, and was ordered to revise the "Ming Huidian" Jin, Guozi Siye, and Youchunfang Siyun.

When Zhao Zhenji was so proud of his horseshoe disease, he accidentally learned of a trifle.

The old senior who was four years older than him and who had just been released from prison for lecturing raped his daughter who was waiting for her.

No one knows what happened in Zhao Zhenji's heart that day. People in the officialdom only know that the old senior Zhao Zhenji never stopped giving lectures. Everywhere he went, he tried his best not to spend the night in any city. All the way from Jiangxi to lectures. Yunnan.

He Qian lost interest immediately when he heard that the Confucian scholar didn't reveal the whereabouts of his mentor.

He had no choice but to casually say: "That's good."

"Fu Shan's trip to Nanjing is only for this matter?"

The Confucian scholar was aware of He Qian's intentions, and he was not annoyed, but said casually: "An old friend invited me to give lectures in Jinling."

"I originally only wanted to be in the deep mountains, following the example of Mr. Wuliu, and be a master of the Emperor Xi, but I came to Ning because I heard that the crown prince is keen on new methods, and the world may undergo great changes."

He Qian said perfunctorily: "Okay, when Fushan starts to give lectures, the old man will come."

"Thank you, Mr. Jiyang, for your appreciation. It's just that the academy still needs some time, and I'm going to bring my disciples to renovate it."

"Do you need manpower?"

"That's not necessary, we will do it ourselves, but I don't know if Mr. Jiyang knows the wood merchants, please recommend one or two, Mr. Jiyang."

"I'll send a servant at home to lure him later, where is the address?"

The Confucian scholar took out a greeting card casually.

He Qian took off the towel on his forehead and took it, subconsciously murmured: "Fushan Academy? Why haven't I heard of this name before?"

The Confucian scholar smiled and said, "It used to be called Shixinquan Academy."

"Oh, Xinquan Academy, right? I know that..."

"Junior retire."

He Qian's voice stopped abruptly, and his old face immediately darkened.

When He Qian came back to his senses, the Confucian scholar had disappeared in the backyard of the He family.

After so many years, this one still refuses to eat even this bit of bad tongue!

"Don't put this person in from now on! This person's name is Liang Ruyuan, Liang Ruyuan! Do you remember clearly?"

The maid beside He Qian bowed slightly.

"The servant girl has written it down, and I will inform the concierge later."

The name Liang Ruyuan is not well known in history.

Because Liang Ruyuan generally likes to use a trumpet when he is doing big things.

And Liang Ruyuan's most commonly used trumpet ID is He Xinyin.

　The next chapter will be later today, mainly because I originally thought that He Xinyin was enough to explode, but I didn’t expect that Master He Xinyin would explode even more
　　
　
(End of this chapter)