Xi'an Imperial City, Chengyun Hall.
Above the main hall, there was deathly silence.
The generals of the five towns and the governors of the three sides were all dumbfounded and silent.
The number of troops Zhu Youjian sent to Yulin Town was ridiculously small, only 6,000. Was this sending beggars? There are now more than 50,000 troops in Yulin Town! Even though many people up and down are taking up the quota, and there are many old and weak people filling up the quota in addition to the quota, there are still more than 12,000 capable soldiers... You cut half of them with one blow. , can you tolerate it in your conscience?
What's even more unreasonable is that you, the emperor, not only want to cut troops, but also cut wages. Yulin originally had 56,000 grains, more than 1,000 acres of land, 97,000 grains for the people, 197,000 silver, 69,000 forage and 96,000 salts. Beijing's transportation silver is 377,000...not including fodder, including food and wages for a year, which is 824,000 in wages. You cut it down to 120,000 in one go, and you still don’t want people to be corrupted?
The scene in Chengyun Hall was so cold. If it had been Chongzhen from his previous life, he would have been furious right now. But Zhu Youjian, who has studied with Nizi for 50 years, still has some patience. In his previous life, when he was shamelessly attending to politics, his self-control skills were very good, and he basically never got angry.
Most of the ministers below had elongated faces, but the emperor sitting above them was smiling, giving people a feeling of spring breeze. After an unknown amount of time, one of the ministers finally realized that his attitude was not good. Only a plop was heard, and someone knelt down for Zhu Youjian.
"Long live Lord, 6,000 people are too few..."
Zhu Youjian glanced at the man and found out that it was Zhang Mengjing, governor of Yansui. Seeing this person, Zhu Youjian felt angry - have you forgotten how you died in your previous life? It was because Wu Zimian and the Yulin soldiers he brought were so angry! By the way, you really don’t know these things, and you have no destiny.
"Zhang Qing, 6,000 people are quite a lot," Zhu Youjian said with a smile. "Now, 10,000 elite soldiers from my Wuliangha Wanhu and Duoyan Wanhu have been stationed in the Guihua City of Tumut River. The Mongols have invaded the Han Dynasty. King Ezhetaiji of Shunyi all relies on my support. The remnants of the Ordos and Tumote tribes outside the Yulin Great Wall will soon be wiped out. At that time, I will establish Xinzhou Town on the former land of Dongsheng Erwei. By then Yulin will no longer be an important border town, isn’t it enough to have 6,000 people?”
"But, there are more than 50,000 additional soldiers in Yulin Town now. If we want to reduce the number to 6,000, where can the remaining 40,000 soldiers go?"
The remaining 40,000 soldiers? Zhu Youjian thought to himself: Have you counted them? Or did you get some money?
Zhu Youjian turned around and looked at Wu Zimian with a smile, "Mr. Wu, do you really have more than 50,000 troops in Yulin Town?"
"Bad, almost..." Wu Zimian gritted his teeth, "There has been a severe drought in Shaanxi in the past two years. The democratic movement has not been able to provide enough money and food, and the military can't collect all the food. Therefore, military pay cannot be paid in full. It is inevitable that there will be The soldiers fled, but there are still 45,000 actual soldiers!"
He also tried his best! He didn't dare to quote a figure of ten thousand or several thousand. If he took the empty quota like that, his head would be chopped off!
As for the little emperor sending people to count... we will find a way to deal with it then.
"Forty-five thousand minus six thousand is thirty-nine thousand," Zhu Youjian smiled, "If I don't care about the food of these thirty-nine thousand people, northern Shaanxi will be in chaos!"
"Long live the wise Lord..." Wu Zimian breathed a sigh of relief, "How about we slowly reduce the number of troops? Three thousand a year, it will take thirteen years to complete the reduction."
Zhu Youjian waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "The drought in Shaanxi is so severe now, how can we wait for thirteen years? And thirteen years later, it will almost be the 16th year of Chongzhen..."
In October of the 16th year of Chongzhen in his previous life, Li Zicheng conquered Tongguan and took control of Guanzhong. Five towns in Shaanxi soon changed hands!
"I can't wait until the 16th year of Chongzhen!" Zhu Youjian said in a serious tone, "In the third year of Chongzhen, the troops in Yulin Town must be reduced to 6,000... Only in this way can Shaanxi people have more people in this disaster year. A little hope of survival! If the people can live, they will not rebel!
As for the 39,000 laid off people and their families, please come to Xi'an and join me! Of course I have a way to arrange for them. I will take them out of Shaanxi and go somewhere else to eat and survive...Wu Zimian, I will be waiting for them in Xi'an! "
Wait...what are you waiting for?
Wu Zimian only felt a cold wind blowing on the back of his neck! Where could he find 39,000 Yulin soldiers to come to Xi'an? This is not about dealing with the points above. That's easy, just spend 100 bucks a day and hire someone to take care of it.
This time I want to bring people to Xi'an, and I have to leave Shaanxi with the emperor. I don't know where to go to eat... How do I calculate the money?
If the 39,000 Yulin soldiers cannot be brought, will this head be moved?
"Wan, long live my lord..." Wu Zixian was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly. "The soldiers and generals in Yulin Town are all rooted in Yulin for generations. It's hard to leave their homeland..."
"What are you talking about?" Zhu Youjian's eyes widened, "When did this happen? Shaanxi has been in such a drought, why can't we leave our homeland? Are we waiting to starve to death?
Wu Zimian, if you think about it again, how many young men can you bring to Xi'an? "
He looked at a group of generals and deputy generals from the Five Towns of Shaanxi Province with burning eyes, "You should also think about it... There are many strong men in the Five Towns of Shaanxi Province who don't have enough to eat. If they stay in the local area, they will either rebel or become weeds, or Just follow me, there will always be a way to survive, and you people can also have clean ears, right? Moreover, the accounts of your five-town frontier soldiers can also be settled, isn't that good?"
Settlement? What kind of settlement can we settle... A group of general soldiers and lieutenants who had taken short quotas felt guilty after hearing this!
This Long Live Master looks like a child, how come he knows everything? Who taught him?
Zhu Youjian's eyes turned back to Wu Zimian and said calmly: "Wu Zimian, I will give you 3 months. You will bring 20,000 strong men to Xi'an. Each strong man is allowed to bring three family members... If I make up this number, I won't ask how many vacancies there are in Yulin Town.
By the way, the officers such as the chief commander, deputy general, and staff general of Yulin Town can still support their families. Let's do this. I'll ask the Ministry of Household Affairs to send you 60,000 taels of Beijing Yun Yin to Yulin Town. This is a salary of 180,000... I guarantee that it will all be given in real numbers! You officials, you have 60,000 to support your family.
In addition, I will also give you more Yanglian farmland and give you 3 million acres of Yanglian farmland outside the entrance of the Great Wall in Yulin Town... You can discuss it yourself on how to divide it. "
Yangliantian was a subsidy given by the Ming Dynasty to senior officers who led the army. The salary of Ming Dynasty officials was relatively low, but they also received various subsidies and extra money. Among them, military officers can eat and support Liantian, and civil servants can have Zaoli Yin, Chai Xin Yin and Zhitang Yin. If you include the incomes of Yangliantian, Zaoliyin, Chaixinyin, and Zhitangyin, the income of officials in the Ming Dynasty was still very good.
Zhu Youjian had just taken away more than 600,000 yuan in salary from Yulin Town (the real number was of course not that much), and now he was giving them 3 million acres of low-income farmland as a comfort. However, it is impossible to get these 3 million acres of farmland from within the border wall of Yulin... There is no land for them inside the border wall, so they can only get it from outside the border wall!
This is the special benefit of the little emperor. He can make the cake bigger through expansion and ease the internal conflicts of the feudal landlord and bureaucratic class.
Even if the 3 million mu of farmland can only receive 1 dou of rent, it can earn 300,000 shi a year; if it receives 5 liters of rent, it can earn 150,000 shi a year.
Although northern Shaanxi has suffered from severe drought in the past few years, there are still some places in the Hetao area that can be reclaimed - the Yellow River is full of harm, but only one is profitable! Of course, this set must be snatched before it can be cultivated!
"Your Majesty," Ningxia Governor Zheng Chongjian reminded, "the area outside Yulin's border wall is still Mongolian territory."
Zhu Youjian smiled: "It won't be the case soon... After the spring warms, I will send troops to the Tumot River, and I will clean up all the disobedient tribes in the Hetao Grassland.
When the time comes, we will allocate 3 million acres to Yulin Town to support the poor, and then give you 3 million acres to support the poor in Ningxia Town. Your troops in Ningxia also need to be laid off! You have 140,000 taels of grain in Ningxia, and I will ask Shaanxi to give you 60,000 taels, and the Ministry of Household Affairs will also give you 60,000 taels, for a total of 260,000 taels. The amount of soldiers is 10,000, and the salary is 200,000, and the remaining 60,000 is used to support the family.
As for the laid-off soldiers, just give me 15,000 strong men according to the method of Yulin Town. Each strong man can bring up to 3 family members. "
As he spoke, Zhu Youjian turned his attention to Mei Zhihuan, the governor of Gansu. "Mei Futai, Gansu, Guyuan, and Lintao are all in the same direction. Tell me, how many troops should be left?"
