"Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Taizu Gao has encouraged the people to reclaim wasteland. Not only will the reclaimed wasteland be tax-free for three years, but it will also be owned by the people."
Han Du raised his eyes to look at the officials who were paying attention, and said loudly: "But do you know? It has only been more than thirty years, and some people have completely lost their land and become homeless people."
"Your Majesty, although I have a small amount of land, I have accumulated it through hard work. I am a good person in the countryside!" Yan Zhen was completely bruised by Han Du's refutation and did not dare to continue arguing with Han Du. He turned his attention to Zhu Biao.
Han Du smiled faintly and bowed to Zhu Biao: "Your Majesty, the Bo You farmland he mentioned is tens of thousands of acres of land. And it is not accumulated as he said, but by plunder."
"Let me ask, who among the people in the world doesn't know that fields are the lifeblood of generations to come? Which people would be willing to sell their fields unless they reach a dead end?"
"The people have become refugees, and the good people you call them are the ones who deserve the most credit!"
"You! You are so slanderous!" Yan Zhen scolded angrily.
Han Du did not stop and continued to expose the ugly faces of people like Yan Zhen.
"Also, you said that sea trade harms the people. But if there is no sea trade, how will the people who have lost their land survive? Do they want to surround you beasts that eat human bones and blood? Do they want to please you, flatter you, and please you? , and then can we use some leftovers you threw on the ground to eat? Finally, you laughed and cursed, damn mud legs, the poor life of eighteen generations? "
"With the opening of the sea in the Ming Dynasty, even if the people become refugees, they have another place to make a living. They can go to sea, work as crew members, work for maritime merchants, and even go to Luzon and Old Port to put down roots. .”
In order to attract the people of the Ming Dynasty, the governor-general mansions of Nanyang offered to go there. Even if you were poor in the Ming Dynasty, you would be able to have enough food and clothing instantly when you go to Nanyang.
When people in the Ming Dynasty went to the Governor's Mansion, they gave land to them, one hundred and eighty acres per person. Of course, if you want more, that's no problem. In addition, houses, clothes, food, and agricultural tools are all available.
In short, in one sentence, as long as you are a citizen of the Ming Dynasty and can farm, just come to Nanyang!
In the Ming Dynasty, farming was for survival, but in Nanyang, farming is an extremely rare skill!
"I think you don't hate Haimao, but you hate Haimao for attracting people who can be abused by you as cattle and horses." Han Du stared at Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen burst into tears and knelt down towards Zhu Biao: "Your Majesty, how many people have gone to Nanyang in these years? There used to be thousands of people in a township, but Your Majesty went to see if there are still half of them now?"
Yan Zhen didn't say anything. There were so few people now that not many people were willing to rent their land. As a result, those squire and landowners obviously have a lot of land, but they can't find anyone to cultivate it. Do the squire and landowners want to farm their own land?
"How much wealth has the emperor acquired in Nanyang over the years? Gold and silver are not enough to describe it, right? The most important thing is that the emperor eats meat. Why is he not even willing to share a piece of the pie?"
Zhu Biao felt angry in his heart, he was scolding me in public for eating alone!
But am I eating alone? Nanyang was not developed after I ascended the throne, but started to be developed in the hands of my father. The so-called gold mountains and silver seas also poured into the palace at that time.
But at that time, I was still the prince and had no head of the family. How could I still be the master of my father?
After I ascend the throne, won’t I also spend money to build county schools? I invest more than half of Nanyang's income into county schools every year, but in exchange for being a solitary eater?
Why don't you dare to ask your father to take out the money when he doesn't spend a penny?
You think I'm easy to bully, right?
But as an emperor, Zhu Biao couldn't argue with a sinner, especially when it came to matters related to reputation.
But it doesn't matter, Han Du will naturally stand up and do it for him.
"Sea Trade sells countless porcelains, silks, and teas every year. None of these things can benefit countless people.
? Even among the country squires you call them, there are many who build ships and go to sea, and they have already made a lot of money. How can we talk about monopolizing Nanyang's wealth? "
"Hahaha, Lord Zhenguo is right. Monopolizing Nanyang is simply nonsense. If anyone is dissatisfied, I will be the first to refuse, Lao Zhang!" The rough voice of Zhang Yi, the Marquis of Heqing, made Han Du's ears numb.
In his opinion, who said the emperor was eating alone? Didn't he also become a governor and make a lot of money? If anyone dares to say that the emperor eats alone, he will be the first to disagree.
Han Du's angry forehead was filled with veins, and his eyes were slashing at him like knives. Damn it, shut up if you can't speak. No one will treat you as a mute!
Seeing Yan Zhen sneer and about to speak, Han Du said first: "You don't even have the courage to build ships and go to sea, right? Oh, no! You have the courage to build ships and go to sea, otherwise so many people who go to sea privately will be killed by the navy every year. Where did the sunk ship come from?"
To put it bluntly, it was not that people like Yan Zhen did not know that going to sea could make huge profits, nor that they were conservative and did not dare to go to sea, but because they did not want to pay taxes to the court through the Shipping Department.
In other words, it is people like Yan Zhen who want to do things alone.
"What? They were sunk without a navy?" Yan Zhen blurted out in desperation, instantly confirming Han Du's guess.
"That's the Ming Dynasty's ship. How could you let the navy attack the Ming Dynasty's ship?"
Han Du smiled and shook his head, "No! That's a pirate's ship. Anyone who goes to sea without the permission of the Shipping Department is a pirate."
"You crazy person! You crazy person..." Yan Zhen was heartbroken to know that among the family members who went to sea, there was also a son he liked very much.
It turned out that his son never came back and there was no news. He thought it was a storm at sea, and he was deeply regretful. But the storm was God's will, and no matter how sad he was, he could only give up.
But now he learned that his son was probably not caught in a storm, but was sunk to the bottom of the sea by the navy to feed the fish. How could Yan Zhen not go crazy?
Whether it is from the perspective of rebellion or harming the people, people like Yan Zhen deserve to die.
Zhu Biao didn't want to hear his roar anymore, so he waved his hand and said directly: "Drag him out and kill him!"
"All rebels, destroy the nine tribes! Retreat from the court!"
Han Du was about to leave, but Zhu Biao signaled him to stay.
After all the officials left, Zhu Biao sighed: "Let's go, follow me to a place."
Han Du suddenly guessed something in his heart and decided not to go. But facing Zhu Biao, who looked melancholy, he couldn't say any words of refusal.
"yes......"
Prince Yan's Mansion.
Following Zhu Biao into a carriage covered with black cloth, Han Du got out of the car and took a quick look and knew that this was the back alley of Prince Yan's Mansion. That's right, Zhu Biao did not imprison Zhu Di in prison, but imprisoned him in Prince Yan's Mansion.
Although the scenery is the same as before, the people in the mansion have completely changed. None of the maids, eunuchs, craftsmen, cooks, etc. in the palace were missing, and there were only soldiers with long swords standing inside and outside.
Arriving outside a palace gate, the general guarding the gate hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
After Zhu Biao heard this, he asked calmly: "How is King Yan?"
Han Du glanced at this person and didn't recognize him, but seeing that his attire belonged to Yiluan Division, Han Du had no intention of taking a closer look and quickly turned his head to the side.
A very strange expression appeared on the general's face, and he whispered: "Eat well, sleep well, and don't make any noise. I don't know what's going on..."
Zhu Biao was slightly startled. According to his idea, it would not be surprising to hear the fourth child making jokes or even going on a hunger strike.
But now, what is Zhu Di thinking about?
Taking a deep breath, Zhu Biao calmly ordered: "Open the door."
"yes."
The general bowed, immediately took two steps back, turned around and motioned to the soldiers to open the door.
With a crunching sound, a straight bright beam of sunlight appeared
Within Zhu Di's sight.
Thinking that the food delivery person was coming, Zhu Di immediately stood up and walked upright to the table. Speaking of which, he was really hungry.
After seeing clearly that it was Zhu Biao who walked in, Zhu Di's face looked a little unnatural.
After holding it in for a long time, I finally managed to say, "I thought it was the food delivery guy, but I didn't expect it was you. Why, has my time come? I'm surprised that you can come to see me off in person."
Zhu Biao ordered towards the door: "Send some wine and food."
Zhu Di looked at Han Du standing behind, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.
Zhu Biao reached out and pulled out the chair and sat down leisurely. Seeing Han Du still standing beside me, I glanced at him and said, "You can sit down too."
Han Du obeyed and sat next to Zhu Biao.
Zhu Di snorted coldly and glanced at Han Du, seemingly dissatisfied but didn't say anything.
The food and wine were delivered quickly, and Han Du personally served Zhu Biaoman the wine glass.
When Zhu Di saw Han Du pouring wine for Zhu Biao, he poured it on his own without any intention of pouring wine for him. He suddenly became unhappy and shouted: "What? I can't stand you pouring wine?"
"From the moment you blew up the levee of the Yellow River, I wanted to kill you! Do you want me to pour you wine? Okay, do you drink the poisonous wine?" Han Du's anger towards Zhu Di began to accumulate in Xuzhou, even if Not even the fire dragon cannon could calm Han Du down.
Zhu Di knew that he could make jokes in front of Zhu Biao, but he could not be aggressive in front of Han Du, because Han Du would be serious.
Back then, when my father had betrothed Anqing, a lunatic who dared to steal his bride on the street, why did he mess with him when he had nothing to do?
If it were Zhu Di himself, he would not dare to disobey his father's will at all, let alone steal the bride in such a slap in the face.
Zhu Di lowered his head and said nothing. He reached for the wine bottle and poured himself a glass. He raised his hand and drank it, and then looked at Zhu Biao provocatively.
Zhu Biao sat quietly on the chair and did not touch the wine glass in front of him. Instead, he asked: "Fourth brother, why on earth do you want to rebel against me?"
