After Yan Song got up from the ground, Jiajing turned his eyes to Yan Song and asked unhurriedly.
"Yan Song, do you have anything else to say to me?"
"If you just want to send me a few jars of pickles, you don't have to come in person!"
Yan Song saw that his inner thoughts had been seen through by Jiajing, so he simply stopped hiding it, mustered up the courage, and proposed to Jiajing.
"Your Majesty, when Boss Zhao from Liuxinju sent someone to deliver pickles to Wei Chen's house, Wei Chen had a sudden idea and thought of a way to quickly replenish the treasury!"
After hearing Yan Song's words, Jiajing couldn't help but become interested and asked immediately.
"Oh, keep talking!"
Although the national treasury is full at the moment, who would dislike having too much money in the treasury?
After getting Jiajing's permission, Yan Song sorted out the words in his mind before speaking out all his thoughts.
"Your Majesty, this is what I think. The newspapers published by the imperial court have been widely welcomed once they were launched."
"From the dignitaries to the peddlers and lackeys, they all have a very strong interest in the newspapers published by the imperial court."
"Previously, Liuxinju was the only merchant in the capital that sponsored newspapers published by the imperial court. With the newspaper's hot sales, it also gained extremely huge profits!"
"Not only has its popularity been greatly improved, but the prices of the products sold in its stores have also increased with its popularity."
"Right now, the price of a jar of pickles in Liuxinju is several times more expensive than the price of a pound of meat, but despite this, there is still an endless stream of people going to Liuxinju to buy goods!"
After listening to Yan Song's narration, Jiajing quickly understood the meaning and immediately spoke.
"Yan Song, do you mean to use Liuxinju as an example to promote it and attract more merchants in the capital to participate, so that those merchants will obediently take out their money?"
Seeing that Jiajing understood what he meant, Yan Song nodded immediately and continued to add.
"Your Majesty, this is what Weichen means!"
"We can even hold an auction just like how the Maritime Trade Department sold sea voyage certificates, and let these merchants in the capital bid against each other. The one with the highest price will win!"
"Your Majesty, in the battle against the Tatars not long ago, a lot of money and food in the treasury was consumed."
"Now, through this method, we can quickly make up for the money and food that was previously consumed by the national treasury."
After Yan Song finished describing his thoughts, he stopped talking, lowered his head, and waited quietly for Jiajing's decision.
After listening to Yan Song's narration, Jiajing frowned slightly, as if he was weighing the pros and cons. After a long time, Jiajing came back to his senses and gave instructions to Yan Song.
"Well, this is a good suggestion, I'm sure!"
"In that case, Yan Song, I will leave this matter to you!"
Seeing that his suggestion was adopted by Jiajing, Yan Song suppressed his excitement and said respectfully.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will definitely live up to your Majesty's trust!"
Just when Yan Song thought the matter had come to an end, Jiajing seemed to suddenly remember and spoke again.
"By the way, Yan Song, do you still remember that I proposed to compile a book before?"
Yan Song heard this and after thinking for a moment, he immediately responded: "Is your Majesty referring to translating the contents of the book called Science?"
After Jiajing heard this, he nodded slightly and immediately responded: "Well, yes, this is what I am referring to. I plan to officially put this matter on the agenda at the next cabinet meeting!"
"At that time, after I have translated the contents, your cabinet will compile and proofread the book!"
Yan Song knew in his heart that if the book could really be compiled, his name would be on it, and he might be able to be famous for generations to come and be admired by thousands of students in future generations!
Thinking of this, Yan Song became more and more anxious, and immediately knelt down on the ground and said respectfully.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for giving me such an opportunity!"
Jiajing took in the expression on Yan Song's face, waved his hand quite casually, and then spoke.
"Okay, get up!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
After that, Yan Song was seen slowly getting up from the ground, but judging from the excitement on his face, he had been looking forward to such a day for a long time, especially as his physical condition was getting worse day by day. Next, he desperately wanted to leave something behind.
"Yan Song, do you have anything else to report to me? If not, you can leave."
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will resign now!"
After Yan Song respectfully saluted Jiajing, he turned around and left Qianqing Palace tremblingly.
After Yan Song left, Jiajing turned to Lu Fang and gave instructions.
"Lu Fang, please accompany me to the imperial concubine's house later. I will personally deliver several jars of pickles to her!"
Lu Fang, who was on the side, immediately looked stern when he heard this and responded respectfully.
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
…
Night falls in Zhangzhou Prefecture, Fujian.
At this moment, Tan Lun was in the courtyard of his mansion, enjoying the moonlight and sipping tea leisurely.
Since all the fifteen thousand acres of land were distributed to the landless people, Tan Lun has fallen into a state of doing nothing.
Those landless people were very enthusiastic about farming after they had their own land. Not only that, after Tan Lun's repeated attacks, the bandits in Fujian were almost completely extinct.
In addition, Tan Lun redressed injustices, clarified officialdom, appointed a large number of honest and talented officials, and began to reduce the burden on the people, exempting a large number of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes.
The entire Fujian Province gradually became prosperous under Tan Lun's rule, and the people's lives became better and better day by day. Tan Lun, the governor of Fujian, was deeply loved by the people for this reason.
While Tan Lun was still savoring the taste of the tea in the cup, he heard a rush of footsteps outside. Not long after, Tan Lun's cronies came to Tan Lun's ears and whispered.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty sent someone to deliver a letter!"
When Tan Lun heard this, his expression suddenly became serious, and he immediately gave instructions.
"Well, I know, take me there immediately!"
"Yes, Lord Governor!"
After that, under the leadership of his cronies, Tan Lun successfully met the person who came to deliver the letter.
When the visitor saw Tan Lun arriving, after confirming his identity, he took the letter out of his arms without any explanation, came to Tan Lun's side, and said respectfully.
"My Lord Governor, this is the letter delivered to you by His Majesty!"
Tan Lun took the letter from the stranger's hand and immediately gave instructions.
"Well, I have received the letter. You can go down and rest!"
"Thank you, Lord Governor!"
After that, the man who came to deliver the letter went down to rest under the leadership of Tan Lun's cronies.
"Why did your Majesty suddenly send someone to deliver this letter to me?"
With such doubts, Tan Lun returned to the study and only opened the envelope in his hand after confirming that it was safe.
The content of the letter is very simple, with only one short sentence: "Transport grain from Fujian to Zhejiang immediately without delay!"
After Tan Lun finished browsing the contents of the letter, he immediately called his subordinates and gave instructions in a deep voice without any hesitation.
"Go and check immediately to see how much food is available for mobilization in Fujian's granaries!"
"Yes, Lord Governor!"
Not long after, the subordinate who had been sent by Tan Lun to investigate the situation came back. He was holding a booklet in his hand and respectfully reported to Tan Lun.
"Your Majesty the Governor, the amount of grain available for mobilization in Fujian Province currently totals eighteen thousand dan!"
After Tan Lun learned this specific number from his subordinates, he pondered for a moment and then gave instructions.
"Start now, immediately mobilize ships from all over the place, load all these 18,000 shi of grain, and transport them to Zhejiang immediately!"
Although the subordinate was quite puzzled by the order issued by Tan Lun, he did not ask any more questions, but responded respectfully.
"Yes, Lord Governor!"
After the subordinate left, Tan Lun immediately sat back in front of the desk and took out the letter Jiajing had written to him, thinking this.
"His Majesty suddenly sent someone to send me such a letter. He must have an ulterior motive. Could it be that something went wrong in Zhejiang, which led to food shortages?"
"Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the case at all. With Zhejiang's level of prosperity, it won't be so bad that it will be short of food!"
After thinking about it for a long time, Tan Lun suddenly slapped his thigh, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.
"I know, it's because rice was changed to mulberry!"
"Based on the maturity time of mulberry seedlings, at present, the mulberry seedlings in Zhejiang will be able to officially produce mulberry leaves in one or two months at most. By then, the change from rice to mulberry vigorously promoted by the strict party can be regarded as It really shows results!”
"Xu Jie and the others will definitely not miss this opportunity. They will definitely try their best to force the change from rice to mulberry to fail!"
"Now, from the letter His Majesty sent to me, it can be seen that the situation in Zhejiang is already extremely serious. There is a lack of food in the area, so the conversion of rice to mulberry will naturally not be carried out!"
"This is a naked conspiracy. Even if you know the truth of the whole thing, it will not help. The person in charge of the household department is Xu Jie. As long as Xu Jie is willing, not a grain of grain will be transported to Zhejiang!"
Thinking of this, Tan Lun seemed to suddenly remember something, and his face was full of shock.
"By the way, that batch of grain that arrived in Fujian a month ago, could it be..."
…
Zhejiang, Zhejiang Governor's Mansion.
It was late at night, but no one left in the meeting hall of the Governor's Mansion. Everyone was discussing how to use the remaining food to survive this period of time.
"Lord Governor, just throw out a few scapegoats to divert the attention of those farmers!"
In the room, Zheng Mi Chang turned his eyes to Hu Zongxian who was sitting at the top and said in a deep voice.
As soon as Zheng Michang finished speaking, He Maocai on the side also echoed.
"Yes, Mr. Governor, it can be seen from the government's distribution of relief grains today that the farmers are quite resentful of this. If this continues, I am afraid it will trigger a civil uprising!"
After listening to Zheng Michang and He Maocai's suggestions, Ma Ningyuan sneered and spoke immediately.
"After all, this is just drinking poison to quench thirst. So what if it can temporarily divert the attention of those farmers?"
"When those farmers came to their senses, their resentment towards the government became even more intense. They would think that it was the bugs in the government who took away the relief food that was supposed to belong to them!"
"As long as there are people with ulterior motives behind the instigation, those mulberry farmers will rise up and cause trouble. By then, the conversion of rice to mulberry can be said to have officially failed!"
When Ma Ningyuan said this, he looked around and then added.
"Let me tell you, we should strike first and put all the unstable elements in Sannong in jail in advance. This way, the remaining people will be easy to take care of!"
After listening to Ma Ningyuan's suggestions, Zheng Michang on the side was full of disdain and said sarcastically.
"At least half of the people in Zhejiang have participated in converting rice into mulberry. How can the government's prisons hold so many people?"
At this moment, Hu Zongxian, who was sitting at the top, saw that everyone was starting to quarrel, and immediately frowned and said in a deep voice.
"I didn't call you here just to listen to your quarrel!"
Seeing Hu Zongxian speak, several people who had been arguing before immediately closed their mouths and said in unison.
"Yes, Lord Governor!"
After that, Hu Zongxian turned his eyes to the side, and Gao Hanwen, who was silent, immediately asked.
"How long can the remaining food in the granary last?"
Gao Hanwen saw Hu Zongxian asking him, and after thinking about it for a moment, he gave a response.
"My Lord Governor, the remaining food in the granary can last for up to ten days!"
After hearing this, the expressions on the faces of everyone present turned gloomy.
Before this, everyone thought that they would soon be able to obtain the food they needed from Jiangxi, but reality gave everyone a hard blow. The ship in Jiangxi that was originally responsible for transporting food was set on fire by unknown people. Burn.
As a result, the time for transporting grain has been greatly delayed. At present, Cao Shunhe, the governor of Jiangxi, is also unable to do anything. Even if he has a heart to transfer grain from Jiangxi to Zhejiang, it will not help.
Hu Zongxian, who was sitting at the top, saw that everyone's mood became depressed. He sighed helplessly and spoke comforting words.
"Forget it, when I come down later, I will write another letter to remind you!"
At this moment, Gao Hanwen proposed to Hu Zongxian with the attitude of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.
"Sir Governor, how about we write a letter to Tan Lun over in Fujian? After all, he was once your subordinate!"
As soon as Gao Hanwen finished speaking, Zheng Michang suddenly stood up from his seat and raised objections: "Your Majesty Governor, even if Tan Lun was once your subordinate, please don't forget his identity. He is The people over there at Qingliu!"
"How could he help me at this critical moment?"
After hearing what Zheng Michang said, Hu Zongxian became a little shaken: "Yes, after all, this Tan Lun is also from Qingliu's side. Will he really help?"
In this way, after hesitating for a long time, Hu Zongxian made up his mind. After looking around, he looked back and said in a deep voice.
"Since there is no other way at the moment, I might as well risk my old face and give it a try!"
"Even if it fails, I will only lose a little insignificant face. What does this thing mean compared to the wealth and lives of so many farmers in Zhejiang?"
(End of chapter)
