Li Yunze turned to Wang Chengen and asked a question.
"Is Master Zhang Tianshi from Longhu Mountain here?"
Wang Chengen responded, "Zhang Xianyong, the 52nd generation Heavenly Master of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, is already waiting to be summoned outside the palace."
He glanced at Li Yunze outside the palace door and smiled calmly, "Just come."
His gaze swept across the people in Fengtian Hall.
"Lords of mountains and seas, stand to the left."
The so-called mountain owners mostly refer to those budding capitalists who are engaged in the tea and raw silk business.
Because it usually covers a mountain, it is called the owner of the mountain.
As for sea masters, they mainly have ships for overseas trade, and by the way, they help pirates like Zheng Zhilong sell stolen goods.
Because he runs on the sea, he is called the Lord of the Sea.
There were about twenty mountain masters and sea masters in the main hall. They looked at each other and stood obediently on the left side.
"You are unavoidable for participating in the rebellion." Li Yunze directly dispelled some people's illusions. "I have an opportunity to extend my life. Are you willing to accept it?"
Huang Wenhuan was the first to kneel down and salute, "Thank you for your grace."
Everyone woke up and saluted one after another.
"It's just to renew your life, not to absolve you from guilt." Li Yunze shook his head slightly. "You will form a propaganda team and go to each county in Jiangnan to explain the many rebellions of the traitors to the local people in detail."
"The heinous crimes of nobles, civil servants, gentry, evil monks, and rebels against the kings can be clearly understood by the people of Jiangnan through the words of those who have personally participated in them, so that they will not be deceived by traitors."
"After the lecture, you will be organized into the army's death camp. Those who take the lead in battle and behead enemy soldiers will be exempted from death penalty."
Li Yunze, who was somewhat regretful, persuaded, "This is hard work. If it were me, I would rather go to the execution ground directly, so as not to go through all the trouble and end up dying on the battlefield."
Those who behead enemy soldiers on the battlefield will be exempted from crime.
This sentence may sound light-hearted, but in fact it means a life of one hundred deaths.
Those in the death camp are just cannon fodder. They go to the battlefield and rush to the front. It is basically impossible to come back alive.
And also take the head of a soldier.
Those are armored soldiers, and those who can wear armor are elites. If the head is so easy to get, why fight?
Because of this, in Li Yunze's opinion, it would be better to just go to the execution ground and have it all over with all the effort.
There is no doubt that he underestimated man's desire to survive.
Huang Wenhuan took the lead again and kowtowed heavily, "The common people thank His Majesty for your grace!"
The mountain masters and sea masters, even if they lost everything, even if they had to go to the battlefield as cannon fodder, they all kowtowed to Huang Wenhuan.
When you have the opportunity, you must seize it.
Li Yunze sighed and looked at the gentry.
They are said to be gentry, but in fact they are big landowners in various places. The worst ones start from a family with ten thousand acres of land.
Li Yunze, whose next step is to reorganize Jiangnan's fields, doesn't have much to say to them.
He waved directly to the Jin Yiwei, "Take him under custody and go to the execution ground tomorrow."
Li Yunze has only one way to solve the land annexation problem, and that is to take over as much of the land as possible from the big landowners and turn it into an imperial estate.
Then permanently lease it to the people for farming, the kind that can be inherited by future generations.
Because the imperial estate cannot be bought or sold, eliminating the possibility of annexation from the source is his best solution to suppress land annexation in this era.
If he didn't want to save the Ming Dynasty, then Li Yunze would definitely wipe out all the big landowners and then divide the land.
Because of this, there is not much to say about treating the big landowners.
The fields were confiscated, and the people were sent to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures, and that was it.
At the end of the day, it’s the masters.
"Call Tianshi Zhang to come in."
Zhang Xianyong, the fifty-second generation Zhang Tianshi of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, bowed respectfully when he came in.
What surprised Li Yunze was that he was wearing a purple Taoist robe.
He is worthy of being a contemporary Zhang Tianshi, with a high enough status.
"That guy over there." Li Yunze gestured with his lips raised, "Do you recognize him?"
Zhang Xianyong turned to look at Master Hongdu who was not far away. Looking at the big face that had completely swollen, he grinned and suppressed a smile. "It looks familiar. Who is this pig-headed master?"
"He's just a traitor who assassinated the king." Li Yunze gestured to the masters with his hand, "These are all."
Here Zhang Xianyong immediately changed his tune: "The traitor deserves to die, his crime is unpardonable!"
"Not only that, they are also engaged in the business of nine departures and thirteen returns. I don't know how many people in Jiangnan have been forced to have their families destroyed."
"Scum!" Zhang Xianyong stomped his feet angrily, "What a scum!"
Li Yunze waved his hand, "There is no need for the Celestial Master to be so angry. Tomorrow they will be on their way to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. I came to you because I want you, Longhu Mountain, to take the lead and lead all Taoist sects to investigate the corruption in Jiangnan temples. Are you willing?" "
Zhang Xianyong, whose front and back eyes turned into chrysanthemums, saluted respectfully, "The emperor's order cannot be violated."
The affairs between Taoism and Buddhism have been entangled for many years, and the whole world knows that they will not deal with it.
Now that I have seized the opportunity, I have to do it desperately.
Li Yunze stood up and left, "That's it, let's go our separate ways."
The blood alliance case still has the final big head left, and that is the feudal king.
This is a big pit. Li Yunze plans to bury all the big landowners from all over the south of the Yangtze River into this pit, and then follow the clues to rectify the clan.
The sky cleared up slightly, and the storm that had raged all night finally subsided.
A slight hint of cool sunshine flows into the room through the window along with the breeze.
After opening his eyes, Li Yunze sobered up for a while, pushed aside the grain bin that was pressing on him and got up to get dressed.
Glancing at the sleeping girl, Li Yunze looked puzzled, "Who is this?"
Shaking his head, he quietly went out to wash up.
Originally, Li Yunze wanted to kill the big landowners, but the violent weather made him worried, and he temporarily decided to go to the beach to supervise disaster relief.
By the way, we placed the arriving fishing boats, seafood processing plants, canning plants and other equipment there.
Originally, he planned to place all these things in Tianjin Wei.
But there was a typhoon in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and countless fishermen lost their livelihoods, so we had to give priority to this place.
Tianjin Wei can only wait for the next batch of equipment and ships to arrive.
These things seem simple and have no technical content. But the price was not cheap, and it cost Li Yunze a lot of rice.
There are many things he wants to buy, and relying solely on gold... it's time to think about new sources of wealth.
Li Yunze had a lot of silver in his hands. He kept ransacking his houses and found tens of millions of silver.
The problem is that the price of silver is so low that he himself buys cheap industrial silver from the modern world and uses it.
Copper is also very valuable in the modern world, and he has a lot of copper coins in his hand.
But this was the most important daily currency for the people of the Ming Dynasty. If all the copper coins were melted and sold, it would undoubtedly cause chaos.
His first consideration was antique calligraphy and painting.
These things are available at any price, and the auction prices in the modern world are not low.
The problem is that if it takes four hundred years to settle, it won't be sold at all.
And if there are the same things in the modern world, it will cause unnecessary trouble.
As for the export of large quantities of grain, the people of Ming Dynasty were still hungry, so where could the surplus grain be sold?
Not to mention minerals, in terms of mining capacity and output in this era, it is just exchanging lives for money.
He can buy advanced mining equipment, but the mining workers who may use it cannot be found.
After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't find any better source of money.
It gives me a headache just thinking about it, so I might as well talk about it later.
With the third battalion of Longxiang Army, they rushed all the way to the seaside of Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
Li Yunze, who has been riding horses for a long time, has improved his riding skills a lot.
Although my thighs were calloused, at least I was able to ride my horse without falling off.
The emperor may sound nice now, but he is not so easy to do.
It was windy and rainy along the way, and we encountered several groups of messengers going to Yingtian Mansion to report news.
According to the messenger, huge waves swept across the land in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, causing great losses to houses, people and livestock.
The closer he got to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the more ugly Li Yunze's face became.
Although he had made a lot of preparations, the loss was still beyond his bottom line.
"Don't let anyone take the opportunity to reach out, my sword is already hungry and thirsty."
When we arrived all the way to Shaoxing Prefecture, the typhoon was far away, and all we could see was a vast country.
There was water-soaked mud everywhere.
Houses were destroyed, farmland was submerged in mud, and the puddles were filled with the carcasses of various livestock. Fishermen's boats were even overturned and thrown into the mountains.
The people were miserable, their eyes full of despair.
The Ming Dynasty is not like the modern world. In the event of natural disasters, there will be various rescues and donations.
When you are lucky, you will be exempted from some taxes, but when you are unlucky, you must pay no less tax!
When you encounter a ruthless yamen, they won't care whether you have enough food and clothing to survive. Their standard for doing things is to see if they can collect enough money and food.
Li Yunze took a deep breath and rode straight to the government office.
It is useless to say anything at this time. It is the last word to use money, food and materials for disaster relief.
The Shaoxing government office was not destroyed by the typhoon. When Li Yunze came over, the government officials were scooping out water and cleaning up debris.
"If you don't go to provide disaster relief, why are you busy here?"
Li Yunze waved his riding crop and asked, "Where is the prefect?"
Anyone who can be a yamen servant must have good eyesight.
Seeing that there were many people coming, all wearing bright armor and riding tall horses, I knew they were big shots. He hurriedly replied, "Master Fu Zun is resting in the Yamen."
Li Yunze, who was too lazy to say anything more, rode his horse directly into the government office.
The sound of silk and bamboo could be heard from the back house of the government office. When he rode in, he saw a banquet and singing going on inside.
"Who is so bold?" The drunken Master swung the wine glass in his hand and said, "Come here, get out."
The governor was drunk, but the government servants were not. Seeing a large group of soldiers rushing in, no one dared to step forward and die.
Li Yunze, holding a riding whip, asked, "Where is Ni Yuanlu?"
Someone hurriedly responded, "Ni Yushi went to Yuyao County, which was hardest hit by the disaster, and is not here. If you officers and men are looking for Ni Yushi, go and look for him yourself."
Looking at the canned fruits placed on the table, Li Yunze, with a livid complexion, reached out and pulled out Luo Yangxing's Xiuchundao.
"Long live, let me come!"
Luo Yangxing and others were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him, "It will stain Long Live's hands."
It's okay for the emperor to kill his ministers if he wants to, but if you let them die, they have to die.
But if you do it directly, you will lose your identity and leave a cruel name in the history books.
"Go away."
Just two simple words scared Luo Yangxing and others into giving in.
Wen Wu, who was not drunk in the park, was so frightened that his legs went weak when he heard the shouts of long live.
The prince, whose face was flushed, was still shaking his head and shouting, "Why did you stop? Keep singing."
Li Yunze, who was holding a knife, walked slowly to him, his eyes slightly cold, "Why don't you go to the disaster relief?"
"What to save? God allowed those Guizhou leaders to lose their families and suffer disasters. This is God's will. How can we scholars go against God's will?"
The palace minister squinted his eyes and looked at Li Yunze, "Who are you~"
Li Yunze smiled calmly and firmly raised the embroidered spring knife in his hand.
"I am God's son!"
