General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 195
The laborers on the pier come and go, and many children hide and play in the shade.

All eyes were on this group of old men.

The romantic young man is not what he used to be.

Even though Yang Shen, who just got off the boat, restrained himself, he couldn't stop crying when he saw his old friend after nearly 30 years.

Even before Zuoshunmen, they didn't have a deep friendship.

After Zuoshunmen, they had no contact with each other.

Back then when he was under Zuo Shun's sect, he was a true life-and-death friend. Yang Shen was even killed with a stick. After the Yang family collected the body, Yang Shen recovered miraculously. What kind of person is Jiajing? I heard that Yang Shen came back to life. , Dang even ordered someone to drag Yang Shen over and gave him another cane.

He was sentenced to exile only after he could not be beaten to death.

Just when Yang Shen was crying with his old friend on the pier.

Just like when Ning Jue went south in the past, someone in the restaurant not far away was watching this scene.

"Yang Yong was able to be pardoned in the year when he cultivated his ears, and Wang Yuanmei and his like dare not do whatever they want."

Even at this time, Zhang Juzheng and Zhu Zaishun were still looking forward to the cock crowing meeting that was destined to go down in history.

"Mr. Zhang, what kind of person is Yang Yongxiu?"

In the palace, Yang Shen's name is an absolute taboo.

Zhu Zaiyu was also full of curiosity about this person.

Zhang Juzheng pondered for a long time, and then he opened his mouth and said: "A madman is arrogant with his talents, arrogant and arrogant."

"In the past, His Majesty succeeded to the Great Regime, and wanted to take the title of Emperor Ruizong, but the officials refused. His Majesty said that all officials eat the king's salary, so Yang Yongxiu has the saying that the court supports scholars."

The one who eats the king is the one who is loyal to the king.The country supports scholars, and those who are loyal to the country.

Yang Shen secretly changed the concept in a few words.

Zhang Juzheng's voice changed, but he said: "Just seeing him today, I just feel that this Yang Yongxiu is no longer what he used to be."

After all, Zhang Juzheng did not forget to take another look at Yang Shen downstairs.

His stature has gradually become hunched, and he is not much different from Yan Song and Xu Jie from a distance.

Zhang Juzheng and Zhu Zaishun really had no way to connect such a person with the madman who kept shouting "fighting to the death of righteousness".

Looking at Zhang Juzheng's appearance.

Ning Jue, who had been sitting silently by the side, suddenly spoke.

"Uncle, have you ever thought that one day you will be like Yang Yongxiu?"

Zhang Juzheng was startled when he heard the words, then smiled and said: "Like him?"

"You do not believe?"

Hearing the words, Zhang Juzheng bowed his hand towards Zhu Zaixun.

"Your Highness, please forgive me for being rude."

"Mr. Zhang, but it doesn't matter."

"Your Highness is in danger of the country, as long as His Highness can't become Yang Yongxiu."

After all, Zhang Juzheng looked at Zhu Zaizhen half-jokingly and said with a smile: "At that time, His Royal Highness can write in the will. This year's Zhang Juzheng impeached Zhang Juzheng at that time, His Highness will play it."

Looking at the two people talking and laughing happily in front of him.

Only Ning Jue shook his head lightly.

From the beginning to the end, Ning Jue was a bystander.

In the beginning, Ning Jue just wanted to get back the compensation, but as Ning Jue stayed in Daming longer and longer, his understanding of Daming became deeper and deeper.

Ning Jue's mentality is actually changing.

The breeze was blowing, bringing a little refreshment, Zhang Juzheng and Zhu Zaishun only had eyes for Yang Shen who had just landed and was full of tears.

But Ning Jue couldn't do this, because Ning Jue could clearly see that in the alley not far from Yang Shen, two scrawny children were squatting in the corner, staring expectantly at the burden behind Yang Shen, Those eyes seemed to be waiting for two steamed buns to suddenly fall from it.

This is the biggest difference between Ning Jue and Zhang Juzheng Zhu Zaiyu.

They can ignore such a scene naturally, but Ning Jue can't.

"Little Er, drink up!"

Ning Jue walked outside the box and shouted.

Not long after, Xiao Er came over with several jars of wine.

Zhang Juzheng looked at Ning Jue with some doubts.

"Brother Ning is so elegant today?"

Ning Jue smiled and shook her head.

Just drink it yourself.

The deeper the contact, the more Ning Jue knew that Rao Yan Song, the treacherous prime minister, would be touched when he really saw the people going up the city wall to stop the Tartars even if they didn't have enough to eat.

From the princes and generals to the common people, even if a cowherd boy like Zhu Yuanzhang became the emperor, he would take it for granted.

This is a difference in cognition, and it is also a kind of helplessness when productivity is low.

When a natural disaster strikes, they will really feel sorry for the people who live upside down, and they are not pretending, but this does not conflict with their peace of mind of being supported by the people.

On the contrary, this is a bit like the attitude of modern people towards the fetus. For the pain of the fetus, it is completely possible to empathize with it, share its sorrow, and share its joy.

But it's like modern people don't regard the fetus as a real "person" no matter what angle they look at.

Only when the title of the gold list or success is achieved, the fetus is considered to be born.

Old parents, it is true.

The officials of the Ming Dynasty did not take good care of the common people. What they regarded as their primary task was to incubate as many "human beings" as possible, that is, the so-called "scholars."

Before Zhang Juzheng came back to his senses, Ning Jue had already swallowed several bowls of soju.

Just when Ning Jue picked up another cup, there was a sound of cups clashing in the box.

Ning Jue raised his head again, Zhang Juzheng had poured a bowl of wine and looked at Ning Jue.

"Brother Ning, do you still remember when you and I first met?"

"Shidetang Bookstore?"

Zhang Juzheng nodded slightly.

"The reason why Zhang was in trouble that day was that Zhang thought that the theory of current affairs would cause a storm in the court, so he went to the cabinet with the cheek, only to find that the memorial had already been ashes on the book case. .”

"It wasn't until I met Brother Ning that Zhang had an epiphany."

Ning Jue frowned.

"I?"

"Right is right, wrong is wrong, black is black, white is white, obviously everyone knows that it's time to implement the whip method, why bother to levy taxes like the Emperor Taizu, which labors both the people and the officials Grain."

"This is why Zhang read the books of sages."

Ning Jue couldn't help but smile when he heard that.

"Did that uncle think beforehand that there would be merchants and gentry pushing up the price of silver and turning a whip into a whip for the poor?"

Hearing Ning Jue's words, Zhang Juzheng's expression became more bitter.

"Knowing that I have sinned against me is only Spring and Autumn."

Since the Tang and Song dynasties, the development model of the Central Plains Dynasty has been finalized. The power of the whole family and the country is used to support scholars, and some geniuses are trained to go ahead of the people in the world, and to explore the way forward at the lowest cost.

This is also doomed that the one or two geniuses who are at the forefront will always be painful.

People who know the deep meaning of it are often born hundreds of years later, and wherever they can see in their lifetime, they are all political enemies who regard them as enemies, common people, gentry and even emperors who don't know why.

They need a sage in their hearts, just like a wanderer who is alone needs a home in his heart.

After three or two glasses of shochu, the three of them were already drunk.

And on the pier.

After crying, Du Luan tugged on Yang Shen's sleeve with snot and tears and said, "Brother Sheng'an, this cock crowing conference is just for you, and the unsettled achievements of the sages are only for you. "

Yang Shen took out two pancakes from the burden with his backhand.

It was conveniently handed over to the two skinny children squatting by the pier.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

Seeing the two children eating happily, Yang Shen dragged Du Luan and his party to disappear on the pier.

If Yang Shen was at Zuoshunmen back then, he would have been killed by Jinyi Weizhang.

Then he is at best a Yan Shifan plus.

During these 26 years in exile, Yang Shen has seen too many people and things that scholar-bureaucrats have never seen in their entire lives.

It was also after being exiled to Yongchang that Yang Shen, the truly talented man who is worthy of being famous in history, fell to the ground.
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On the banks of the Huangpu River in the suburbs of Fengxian County, Songjiang Prefecture.

Xiang Yuanbian's carriage stopped not far away.

A group of people looked at the huge monster in front of them in disbelief.

The turbulent river water kept flowing down, and the huge runner kept spinning under the impact of the river water.

This is a kind of spinning wheel that appeared in Jiangnan as early as the Southern Song Dynasty.

Huang Daopo's improved textile technology has three spindles, and even the original Jenny machine is only eight spindles.

But the reason why this large water-turning spinning wheel, which was born in the Southern Song Dynasty, was favored at this time is also very simple. It has 32 spindles.

The only fly in the ointment is that the water-turned spinning wheel in the Southern Song Dynasty can only spin hemp yarn.

After Huang Daopo improved the three-spindle spinning machine to bring down the price of cotton cloth, she killed this behemoth in disguise.

And this is why Xiang Yuanbian was shocked by the spinning wheel in front of him.

Because this spinning wheel is continuously spinning cotton yarn outward!

"My lord, my lord, what's the matter with you?"

"Do not touch me!"

As if possessed by a demon, Xiang Yuanbian stepped forward and caressed the spinning machine carefully.

Right now, those "nobles" in the capital need cotton cloth so much.

Xiang Yuanbian couldn't be more clear.

The river water pushes it out, where is the cotton yarn?

It's clearly white money!

"Who made this?"

"Master, it's Ade, the carpenter."

"Reward! Great reward!" Xiang Yuanbian's voice changed, and then he asked nervously, "Where is Ade now?"

"Master, the younger one is Ade."

A carpenter straddling a saw bowed and stood in front of Xiang Yuanbian.

"Okay! Go back and pack your luggage, bring your wife and children, and go home with me. In the future, my Xiang's family will cover your family's food and clothing expenses. If the child wants to study, then go to my Xiang's school to study. You just bring others Build this thing for me!"

Ade was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Master Xie, you are a noble person in our family!"

Ade was happily taken away from the riverside, but Xiang Yuanbian looked at the spinning wheel in front of him, and murmured with greed in his eyes: "You are my nobleman."

Xiang Yuanbian, who came back to his senses, roared: "Send someone to select the site and get the land. You must be close to mountains and rivers, and choose a mountain stream that can carry this loom!"

For Xiang Yuanbian, the sooner it goes into production, it means money.

"Master, we don't have so much cash in our account anymore."

Since the whipping, the Xiang family doesn't have that much cash on their books anymore.

Xiang Yuanbian's complexion sank, and he immediately roared: "Take my post and borrow it. The annual interest is three taels for every hundred taels of silver, and the settlement is once every six months. One hundred taels of silver is one tael and eight!"

"Master, this, this is too low, I'm afraid the nobles will not agree."

"You are stupid! Do you have to find nobles? Go to the common people, find those little gentry, tenants, they have so much money that they can't exchange it, they can only watch the money go down day by day, worrying at home!"

All the gentry know what whipping means.

This does not mean that all gentry can buy enough cotton cloth, satin, and porcelain to avoid whipping.

In short, the demand has been generated, and the total amount of currency in circulation on the market has skyrocketed.

The first fruit of the price revolution is the interest rate revolution.

After the interest rate revolution, the young beast has its most basic capabilities.

Lure it for profit, force it for interest.

Capital, was born.

(End of this chapter)