Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 293
It's true that there are poor people but there are no poor mountains!

The surprises for Song Qingshu on this day are not limited to these, chestnuts, ginkgo, tea leaves, camellia, these are all good things!But the most valuable thing is these tea leaves.

Song Qingshu didn't know that Xinyang Maojian, one of the top ten famous teas in China, was mainly produced here, but he knew that tea was valuable. He was one of the participants in the tea-horse trade, and he got the worst tea from Huizhou merchants. The tea cakes of black tea cost more than 20 taels of silver a load, and the value of the tea can double when it reaches the grassland.

Even if he earned a large sum of money, Song Qingshu still felt sour. After all, in his opinion, tea leaves were just leaves from trees. Anhui merchants could exchange them for Derby's money by picking some leaves. The Ming Dynasty practiced tea-horse trade. The nomads outside the Great Wall who eat meat and dairy products are especially deficient in vitamins. Tea has become one of the necessities of their life. The Ming Dynasty relied on controlling the export of tea to contain Tubo. It has been more than 200 years in Mongolia. The biggest risk of transporting out of the customs is borne by yourself. Huizhou merchants sit back and enjoy their success at home, and the essence of capitalists is to pursue the maximum benefit. How can Song Qingshu not be jealous?

Now that he has the wild high-quality tea trees in this mountain, Song Qingshu is really happy from ear to ear.

He ordered that all tea trees be avoided when he saw them, and that the tea forests must be well protected, otherwise the military salary would be deducted, and then he hurriedly finished today's labor. Song Qingshu returned to Xin County with a heart full of enthusiasm, intending to plan a big plan to make a fortune, but he didn't wait until his heart was warm enough Well, Qu Botao's pot of cold water poured him a chill.

"Can't sell!"

Patting the table, Song Qingshu yelled in astonishment. Seeing his painful appearance, Qu Botao, a picky old Xier, nodded his head regretfully.

"The commander-in-chief doesn't know that we have tea laws! It's similar to Yanzheng. The imperial court specially set up tea bureaus in tea-producing areas to issue tea guides, so that tea merchants can pick tea and sell it. Those Huizhou merchants are also doing business. It started by operating Huaiyan and Huangshan tea. They have been operating for more than 200 years, and they are deeply rooted. Even us Shanxi merchants buy tea from them. Enough to behead someone and steal his home!"

"We don't have tea here. Even the big families of Shanxi merchants who cooperate with the general are probably unwilling to sell it. They also offended the Shanxi merchants. Moreover, it is too far from here to Dai County, and the cost and risk of smuggling are too high. From here It’s better to buy tea directly from Huizhou merchants than to transport tea to Dai County!”

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Song Qingshu yelled speechlessly: "Then why are you standing in the way of Chief Ma to open up wasteland?"

"Go back to the master!"

This old profiteer who has been in the business world for more than 20 years showed a rare expression of embarrassment, scratched his head and said with a smile: "I have been in business for half my life, and this is the first time I have seen so many wild teas. I really can't bear to see them ruined. Just, just..."

"Okay, needless to say, I understand!"

Waving interrupted Qu Botao's explanation, Song Qingshu also looked helpless, looking at a golden mountain in front of him, even if you can't move it, I'm afraid you can't bear to destroy it, right?
No wonder the new county is still so poor with a golden mountain in it. In the end, it was caused by policies, just like the current situation in Ming Dynasty. Although natural disasters are pervasive, the north has become a mess. It was because of the scourge of the vassal king.

The Central Plains can sometimes refer to Huaxia. The importance of Henan in Chinese history can be seen. The Ming Dynasty also conferred the most vassal kings here. There are 34 vassal lords in the country, and Henan has twelve families. The huge Central Plains have been sealed. These twelve princes, more than 100 county kings, tens of thousands of town generals, and the lieutenant of Fengguo were overwhelmed!

If the market can be completely liberalized and relying on the market economy, it may not be impossible to save this troubled world, but in the closed environment of the Ming Dynasty, it is impossible!From Yan Siyin, the dead eunuch, Song Qingshu saw it vividly.

Just thinking about this, suddenly a low-pitched sound spread to the dilapidated second-story building of the Xinxian County Government Office. These days, we work at sunrise and rest at sunset. It is about four o'clock now, so go out The begging army and the production team that opened up wasteland also returned to the city after work.

Not only Song Qingshu went to receive re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants, but so did Prince Fu, and that dead eunuch Yan Siyin, this bastard was reduced to a prisoner, and he did not forget to curry favor with the rich and powerful. His sleeves were flapping in the wind, but Lord Fu didn't appreciate it at all, with a bitter face, he didn't even look at him.

Looking at Lord Fu's bitter face, Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly brightened.

Favored since childhood, Zhu Changxun grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, and almost became a prince. After Luoyang became a fan, he desperately compensated for his disappointment in not being an emperor, and worked hard to accumulate wealth by eating, drinking and playing. This more than a month of being kidnapped and out of the city is probably the saddest month in Zhu Changxun's life. First, he was tied up and ran around day and night for seven or eight days. Both thighs were worn out, and he almost froze to death in the rain. , and then he was forced to work against a hoe. How did Prince Fu ever work in the fields in his life? The weight of ten catties has been reduced by half.

In the evening, it was Wowotou again, and there was no oily vegetable soup. Looking at this thing, Lord Fu, who was shrunk in the room, sighed non-stop, and he didn't know how much hardship he would suffer here!Cursing Song Qingshu at one end, he even scolded Emperor Chongzhen at the other end, and he has not come to save his uncle until now. Fortunately, when this kid Chongzhen succeeded to the throne, he risked offending Wei Zhongxian and sent guards to Beijing to protect him Emperor, this white-eyed wolf!

Just as Zhu Changxun was cursing, the door was suddenly pushed open with a creak, and when he turned his head trembling, Zhu Changxun immediately snorted furiously: "You evil animal, unfilial daughter! What are you doing here!"

"Father, keep your voice down, my daughter stole some dried meat and brought it to you!"

Really a little nervous, Xiaojiao poked his probe out, walked two steps quickly to the table, and quickly put a small package on the table, looking at the dried meat, Zhu Changxun became even more angry, and took a picture of it with his hands, and then there was a The slap hit Little Pepper's face, and he cursed angrily.

"My king, King Fu! The nobleman of heaven, the son of Emperor Wanli, you actually feed this king this kind of rags! You are an unfilial beast who eats inside and out!"

All of a sudden, Xiaojiao was completely blinded, covering his red and swollen face, sitting on the ground dumbfounded, tears kept falling down.

I wanted to continue cursing, but at this time, my stomach started growling. After all, I was tired all day, and fat people are more likely to be hungry. The oily smell of jerky wafted into my nostrils from time to time. I sniffed and dropped my hand again. I hesitated for a long time. Yes, after all, the stomach defeated the face, and Fu Wang stooped to pick up the handful of jerky cheekily again, and blew it up, but he couldn't bear to swallow it, and reluctantly threw it into the vegetable soup.

For the first time in his life, Lord Fu felt that vegetable soup with jerky was so delicious!
This end was heartbroken, being deceived by Song Qingshu and being treated like this by her father, Xiaojiao looked at it, covered her face and walked out without saying a word, but before she walked out the door, Fu Wang suddenly stopped her from behind.

"Jiaoer, wait!"

Hearing her baby name, it felt a little warm in her heart, Xiaojiao couldn't help but turned her head, and what caught her eyes was the smile on Fu Wang's fat face.

"These days you are living in the head of the thief..., no, the commander-in-chief? Did he sleep with you?"

"Father?"

With a face full of astonishment, Little Pepper yelled in confusion, and for a moment, she suddenly felt that her father's face was so disgusting.

"Good girl, how about this, go back and tell the commander-in-chief that the king is willing to marry you to him, and let him let the king go back. As long as the king can return to Luoyang, I will agree to any conditions. How much dowry do you want? King Fu's mansion is out, so he, I, I figured it out!"

Shaking his head with unbelievable difficulty, two lines of tears quickly fell from the corners of his eyes, and Xiaojiao also called out in disbelief: "Father, you just said that you are the son of Emperor Wanli, the most honorable father in the world, Now, you want to marry your daughter to a thief?"

"Don't you like him? Anyway, he slept with you too, so the boy should be married and the girl should be married? Besides, it's great that you can change your father back, Jiaoer, among so many daughters of the widow, you She is the most filial and the most beloved one, as long as you make a little sacrifice now..."

Before Zhu Changxun could finish speaking, the door had been kicked open with a bang. Turning around, Little Pepper turned around and left, so anxious that Old Fuwang jumped up again, and before he could say anything, Little Pepper's footsteps were abrupt Also froze there.

Outside the door, Song Qingshu stood there with an embarrassing face, and the three of them were a little dazed. After a while, it was Song Qingshu who smiled awkwardly first.

"What about dinner?"

"Humph!"

Covering her face directly, Little Pepper ran out of the yard quickly again, turned around and tried to hold her back, but froze, Song Qingshu sighed again, closed the door and entered the hut where King Fu was under house arrest.

Thinking that Song Qingshu came here after chasing dried meat, Zhu Changxun was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he bowed tremblingly: "Brother, handsome, yes, my girl took it, brought it, it's none of my business?"

With such a weak will, it's no wonder that there was no suicide in history, and Song Qingshu was contemptuous when Li Zicheng cooked Fulu soup, but on the surface, he showed unprecedented respect.

"Song Qingshu, a savage in troubled times, pays homage to His Royal Highness Fu Wang. The vulgar people have captured Fu Wang in such a way. If you are rude, I hope His Highness will forgive you!"

It has been more than a month, and it was the first time that Song Qingshu came to see him with such solemnity, but he was taken aback by Lord Fu.

"Don't dare to be, handsome, I really don't dare to be!"

I don't have the heart to go around with this old fat man who is greedy for pleasure, Song Qingshu said bluntly.

"This time, I want to discuss with Prince Fu about sending you back to Luoyang!"

For a moment, it was like winning millions of lottery tickets. Surprise, unbelievable, permeated the old Fu Wang's drunken eyes, but when he accepted it in surprise, Song Qingshu's voice rang in his ears again. .

"However, before sending you back to Luoyang, His Royal Highness, Song still has a few questions, and I want to ask you first!"

(End of this chapter)