Never endow.
This is the highest pursuit of sages and wise kings throughout the ages, and it has never changed.
However, due to the changes in the four seasons of the world, natural and man-made disasters, and the helplessness or intentional actions of the temple officials, the risks of the dynasty and the country were transferred to the lowest level people of the country through the means of increasing taxes.
People who are already living a difficult life are already vulnerable to natural and man-made disasters. On top of the already heavy tax system, it is possible to increase taxes. Day after day, the increase in taxes becomes the last straw for the people. .
This is the reason why when Yuan Sutai, the supervisor of Shanglinyuan in the Ming Dynasty, shouted the slogan of never increasing taxes, everyone in the sweet potato field cried and howled in unison.
This is the highest ambition of the king, the highest pursuit of officials, and the simplest dream of the people.
When people's dreams come true.
As long as the officials are not too oppressive and the king is not too stupid, even if there is a little turmoil in the world, it will not be enough to turn into a situation of great change.
The demands of the people are really very few.
A full stomach, no heavy taxes, no various additional taxes.
"Is it really possible to produce twenty dan per month?"
Xia Yuanji's mind was shaken, and finally his mouth was dry and he asked with difficulty.
Then, his whole body went limp, he stretched out his hands to support the oak barrel, and slowly squatted on the ground.
However, the sweet potato branches and leaves he held in his hands received the highest treatment and were held lightly. After Xia Yuanji squatted firmly, he was slowly sent to the bamboo basket aside.
Zhu Yunxi looked around and saw men whose chests were wet with tears.
At this moment, he understood that in his pursuit of increasing the yield per mu of the Ming Dynasty people and filling their stomachs, he conservatively stated the yield of twenty stones per mu, and what he meant to them.
Therefore, Zhu Yunxi nodded heavily and affirmed in a more serious tone: "As long as you all work together and continue to cultivate, I believe that the yield per mu of sweet potatoes will be higher and higher!"
This is a promise made as the grandson of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
"Your Highness, let's not give up any more gifts. Can this... this red... sweet potato really be able to produce twenty dan per mu?"
"Your Highness, is this true?"
"Yes, Your Highness, is everything you said true?"
"..."
I don't know when, Zhu Yunxi was surrounded by ordinary people and farmers who were hired to work in Shanglinyuan Prison, who were full of expectations, but timid and did not dare to come forward.
"Yes! The common people don't ask for ever more wealth. As long as we can produce twenty dan per mu, we will pay ten dan... No! It's okay to pay fifteen dan!"
"Yes! Just pay fifteen stones!"
"That's right, that's right."
"If we can grow sweet potatoes, we can hand over all the rice at home to the government. We only need five kilograms of sweet potatoes per acre."
When Zhu Yunxi turned around, these old farmers directly handed over their bottom line.
For a moment, Zhu Yunxi couldn't laugh or cry.
They are so cute and so silly.
As always.
Afterwards, Zhu Yunxi's face darkened: "Who told you to talk nonsense like this!"
The emperor's grandson suddenly became so angry that the people present were afraid to say anything.
….
Everyone lowered their heads in fear, fearing that their bold and excessive demands might offend His Royal Highness.
Xia Yuanji took a step forward hesitantly, then stopped.
The emperor's grandson should not be like this.
Sure enough, as he expected.
I saw Zhu Yunxi chuckle: "If anyone only asks you to keep five kilos of sweet potatoes, but also takes away all the rice in your home, tell Gu, and Gu will take his people to chop him down!"
The emperor's grandson doesn't blame them?
The people who had lowered their heads suddenly felt confused.
Favor comes from above, rewards and punishments come from above.
They have always only known how to passively comply with the requests from above. Today's request from Wu Shi was also made out of excitement.
However, the emperor's grandson seemed to have no intention of blaming them.
At this time, Zhu Yunxi continued to say softly: "The imperial court has now completed the implementation of land allocation per mu in Zhejiang Road and Zhili Road. This is to allow you to have a tax on every acre of land that will never change.
No matter whether the sweet potatoes cost twenty dan, or whether they can produce thirty or forty dan per mu in the future, the court will always charge the same tax. The more you plant, the fuller your home’s granary will be! "
As long as commercial taxes are promoted in a positive cycle and gold and silver are continuously absorbed from overseas, Ming Dynasty can completely absorb materials from the private sector through economic means.
And only when the people are rich enough, Ming Dynasty can do more things calmly.
It was even possible to establish a million-strong army with continuous recruitment and employment system, ensuring the long-term prosperity of the Ming army, instead of declining from generation to generation due to the military household system.
"This is real……"
"Everything my grandson said is true..."
"My grandson didn't lie to us..."
Then, there was another cry on the sweet potato ground, and the sound continued.
Zhu Yunxi frowned and said in a deep voice: "Work quickly. If you delay the cuttings, none of you will be able to grow sweet potatoes at home!"
As soon as these words came out, the people present fell silent.
Yuan Sutai also calmed down his emotions at this time, got up from the ground and walked to Zhu Yunshui's side, waving to the old farmers in front of him: "Let's go to work, build up the ridges early, and remove the sweet potato branches and leaves. "
Afterwards, Yuan Sutai bowed and faced Zhu Yunxi: "The people are stupid. If I offend His Highness, I hope Your Highness will forgive you."
Zhu Yunxi waved his hand: "The people's moving words have never touched my heart."
Yuan Sutai breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, and said: "I would like to stay in this sweet potato field from today on, and count the harvest on the day when the sweet potatoes are harvested."
Zhu Yunxi looked back blankly at the Shanglinyuan Supervisor.
If it were someone else, he might want to share some of the credit, but for Yuan Sutai, he probably really wants to take care of this sweet potato field personally, and he also really hopes to be the first to count the acres of sweet potatoes. Produced person.
"Nothing is wrong."
Zhu Yunxi smiled slightly, and then pointed to the sweet potato field in front of him: "A few ridges have been planted. If Supervisor is interested, he and Gu can plant sweet potato seedlings together."
Yuan Sutai's face was full of joy and he nodded happily.
"That's how it should be."
"That's how it should be."
………………
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Fengtian Temple.
The emperor was leaning on the soft couch, with his feet propped up on the side supports. He looked relaxed, enjoying the caress of the two palace ladies. From time to time, he glanced sideways at the prince who was sitting in front of the short-legged bookcase in the palace, reading the memorial, enjoying this rare moment. A day of leisure.
Since the new expedition to the Jiaozhi Road, Sai kings have been stationed on the nine northern borders, and the Ming Dynasty has balanced the overseas Japanese countries to mine gold and silver.
Although the implementation of the idea of dividing households into acres has caused some turbulence both inside and outside the government.
But overall, today's Ming Dynasty has unconsciously entered a state of peace and stability.
The prince who liked to read in the sun had to be pulled out by the old man and took up the government affairs again.
Jie Jin, who was sitting next to the prince, slowly put down a memorial in his hand and looked at the prince gently.
"Your Highness, the spring floods in Shanxi Province have melted ice, and some prefectures and counties have been affected. The local governments have requested the imperial court to allocate money and food for relief."
Zhu Biao looked away from the latest memorial sent by Jiaozhi Road and looked at Jie Jin who was accompanying him. He smiled slightly and slowly stretched out his hand.
[To be honest, I have been using @ recently.
After the tea in his mouth moistened his throat, Zhu Biao then spoke: "Transport the grains stored in Taicang, Henan Province to help Shanxi, and transport the grains stored in Taicang, Jiaozhi, Huai'an Prefecture to Henan to enrich the warehouse. I have decreed that the summer grains be transferred to Taicang, Huai'an Prefecture this year. .”
Calm.
From the beginning to the end, facing the disaster in Shanxi, which is far away from the land of production and taxation in the south of the Yangtze River, Prince Zhu Biao showed the most calm and calm attitude.
This is a change that the prince who was worried about the people and concerned about the world and the country would not have in the past.
At that time, although natural disasters in the south of the Yangtze River were urgent, the court could calmly manage them. However, once a disaster occurred in the north, the court would be in chaos.
The distance between the north and the south made the court feel even more pressure to transport grain and grass for relief.
But now, since the new expedition to Jiaozhi Road.
With Qinghua Prefecture and Changhua County as the node hubs, and Hangzhou Prefecture, Yingtian Prefecture, and Huai'an Prefecture as the node hubs, Ming Dynasty has initially established a complete set of storage and transshipment systems in two years.
The grain from Huguang and Jiangxi will be used by Zhili.
Use the food from the Jianghuai River to meet the needs of heaven.
Use the grain from Jiaozhi to build the new Taicang in Huai'an Prefecture to meet the needs of the north.
In the next step, the northern warehouse node with Beiping Mansion as the core is also under the planning and construction of Yingtian Chaotang.
A fully loaded ship with 5,000 grains of food is enough to supply an entire village of 1,000 households with food and grass for a year.
Xie Jin complied with the order and wrote down the response to the disaster in Shanxi Province, and then said: "Your Highness, can you order Shanxi Province and Henan Province to dredge the Yellow River to slow down the harm of the river to the people on both sides?"
Zhu Biao then frowned slightly.
But not before he spoke.
Xie Jin then said: "A few days ago, the Wenhua Palace, the doctor of the Ministry of War, and the deputy envoy of the Japanese suppression army, Tie Xuan, came to report that this year, more than ten thousand Japanese will be transferred from the Japanese country to the river and sent to Shanxi Road."
After finishing speaking, Xie Jin lowered his head slightly.
Such an approach is really unworthy of the teachings of the sages and goes against the teachings of benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom, and trust in the Central Plains.
….
but……
But it is the best choice for the people of Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Biao, who was originally calm, showed a trace of confusion in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, and then waved his arms: "Yes."
Jie Jin's face was slightly happy, and he was just about to receive the order to thank the two people for their gratitude.
Zhu Biao added: "It is decreed that all those who died while trying to control the Yellow River will have their merits recorded on stele stones."
Xie Jin smiled silently, as long as there were no Ming people on the stele.
Then, he thought of something else.
Then he spoke softly: "Yesterday, the chief envoy of Shanxi Province, Si Yamen, reported to the Shanxi Province that the mines in Shanxi Province would add one serving of evening porridge to their daily meals. All the miners in the mines fell to the ground and knelt down to thank God, saying that Your Majesty and the Crown Prince's benevolence knows no bounds."
At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was lying on the soft couch, couldn't help but look sideways.
Zhu Biao shook his head: "The Japanese workers in the mines still need to be transferred every three months. The Northern Great Wall and the forts need to be repaired all year round, and they are due every year. I ordered the mines in Shanxi Province not to delay the transfer of the Japanese workers to the Great Wall."
Xie Jin nodded, indicating that he would write this down.
This policy, in summary, means that all Japanese miners who were transported from the Japanese country to the Ming Dynasty and sent to coal mines in Shanxi Road and other places had to change mining areas within three months.
Every year, the miners who are still alive are sent to the Great Wall in the north to be responsible for repairing the Great Wall.
As for the Japanese miners after the Great Wall was repaired...
The Ming Dynasty is always attacking the grassland every year.
This is an extremely hidden and unspoken national policy, and there will never be anyone in Ying Tianchao who doesn't open their eyes to this matter as an example.
Stimulated by millions of taels of gold and silver every year, and stimulated by the continuous news of new gold and silver mines from the anti-Japanese army that has expanded to 20,000 troops, the monarchs and ministers in the Yingtian Dynasty Hall have always believed in a tacit understanding that a palace belongs to the Ming Dynasty alone. The Japanese country is the most beautiful country in the world.
As for when the Japanese country will react and when it will be unable to bear the balance of the Ming Dynasty.
The tens of thousands of Shanshui officers and soldiers who are practicing in Yangzhou Prefecture and Huai'an Prefecture every day are enough to
It can be filled into the sequence of the Japanese-suppressing army at any time.
The history books of later generations will not record how many Japanese people were transported to Shanxi Road every year during the Hongwu period, nor how many Japanese people never returned to the Japanese country, nor how many Japanese people died in the Ming Dynasty every year.
In the history books, it will only be recorded that Yingtian Chaotang provided relief for disasters in the north again and again, continuously repaired and strengthened the nine-border defense line, and added repairs to the household Okura every year.
In the history books, only the kindness of the Ming Emperor and the talents of his ministers are praised.
And all this will revolve around another person.
Zhu Yunxi, the grandson of the first imperial eunuch of the Ming Dynasty.
"What are you doing today, grandson?"
Zhu Biao asked softly about his son's movements.
Xie Jin paused for a moment, then said, "I went to the General Affairs Department and heard that my grandson left the palace today and went to Longwan Wharf outside the West City to board the merchant ship of Fulangji, and then went to Shanglinyuan Prison."
"Senior Xie, do you think the grain yield of ten stones per mu that that boy mentioned is really possible in this world?"
The most profound and majestic voice came from behind Xie Jin and Zhu Biao.
They both turned back.
I saw Zhu Yuanzhang, who was still lying on the soft couch enjoying the sex, but at some point, he had his hands behind his back, like an old farmer in the village eavesdropping on the courtyard wall, asking curious questions with a smile on his face.
….
Xie Jin is very honest.
He shook his head honestly and replied: "Your Majesty, I don't know."
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and reached out to pat Xie Jin on the shoulder: "Then do you think Yunxi found what he wanted on the Yi merchant's ship today?"
Xie Jin pondered for a moment: "Your Highness got off the barbarian merchant's boat and went to the Shanglin Garden Prison. I thought that your Highness might have found a few things."
Zhu Yuanzhang sighed softly, and then looked at Zhu Biao and Xie Jin with emotion.
"If my Ming Dynasty really had ten stones per acre, I would be able to surpass the three emperors and surpass the five emperors in virtue!"
"I, Ming Dynasty, will also be worshiped for eternity!"
The emperor's eyes flashed with excitement.
After being moved, he quickly calmed down.
Is there really a crop in the world that can yield ten shi per mu?
Zhu Biao smiled kindly and said, "Father, do you want to leave the palace and go to Shanglin Garden Prison?"
The prince just finished speaking.
There was already a burst of intensive and restless footsteps outside Fengtian Hall.
Sun Gou'er, the chief internal officer, changed his expression and rushed out of the side hall.
After a while, Sun Gou'er walked in again with a strange expression.
Before he could open his mouth to report what was going on outside.
Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Biao and others saw that officials from the Six Ministries and Five Temples seemed to have forgotten the rules and rushed directly into the side hall of Fengtian Hall.
Before the emperor could speak.
Led by Zhan Hui, the Minister of Civil Affairs, all the officials who entered the palace bowed in unison: "I will see your majesty and see the prince."
After several people bowed in unison, Zhan Hui waved his robe and said loudly with a flushed face: "Your Majesty, my grandson found peppers and sweet potatoes at the docking place of the barbarian merchant ships at Longwan Pier today. At this time, he has already arrived. The supervisor of Shanglin Garden planted it, and the grandson said that the yield of sweet potatoes can be twenty stones per hour. Everyone in the supervisor of Shanglin Garden did not cry, praying to God to fulfill their wishes. When the ministers heard this, they were overjoyed and couldn't help themselves. They entered the palace and asked your majesty to go to Shanglin Garden. Prisoner, look at this auspicious thing given by God to protect the country and the country!"
Twenty stones.
This number, which could shake the entire Central Plains, echoed in Fengtian Hall.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who had a life of military service and was decisive in killing, could not help but twitch his eyebrows, and then grabbed the wrist of the prince next to him: "Twenty stones!"
Zhu Biao smiled bitterly and nodded: "You heard it right, Zhan Shangshu did say twenty stones."
Then, the prince frowned slightly, but quickly calmed down.
He clearly felt the old man's arm shaking violently.
This is a reaction that the old man has never had since he took over Yingtian City and ascended the throne as emperor.
Even if it involves Li Shanchang and other founding heroes of Huaiyou,
time, even when...the queen mother and the heroic hero passed away.
His merits outweigh the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors!
Zhu Biao and the old man looked at each other in tacit understanding, and their thoughts were self-evident.
"Go to Shanglinyuan Prison!"
Zhu Yuanzhang cheered in a deep voice.
In the Shanglinyuan prison at this moment.
In the sweet potato field between Qianhu Lake and Biwa Lake, there are buttocks on top of each other, with two petals facing the sky, moving beside the straight ridges.
Each leaf was pressed against the ridge, creating a pit around it, and the diluted fertilizer was soaked and moistened into the soil.
In just one night, these sweet potato branches and leaves, which are still soft and limp, will gradually become full of vitality, and then take root and sprout. The roots penetrate into the soil and stretch out, and the branches and leaves continue to expand, covering the entire ground ridge.
Sweet potato vines in one oak barrel are not enough to cover an entire sweet potato field.
When the oak barrel was pried open, Zhu Yunxi dug out five pieces of sweet potatoes from the soil. They were not the original seeds that sprouted and grew sweet potato vines, but the sweet potatoes that developed from the roots of the sweet potato vines.
There is a sequential relationship here.
But it also shows that these five sweet potatoes are edible.
However, this also makes Zhu Yunxi not sure whether such sweet potato vines can continue to take root and sprout.
If not...
Perhaps he would also like to tell Fan Chong, who is about to return to Spain, to take Ming's treasure ship to visit the island where he found the sweet potatoes.
When Zhu Yuanzhang led a group of officials from Wuyangyang, under the guidance of officials from Shanglinyuan Prison, they came to the sweet potato field.
I was seeing my eldest grandson leading a group of officials and farmers cutting sweet potato vines in the fertilizer pits.
Just by looking at it, Zhu Yuanzhang could tell that there were about three-thirds of the ridge where sweet potato vines had been cut.
"I will go and call His Highness."
Xie Jin stepped forward, glanced at Zhu Yunxi and others who had not noticed the emperor's arrival because they were busy working, and said to the emperor with his hands raised.
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand: "Hush, everyone. Let's go over and see how this guy is doing at the farm."
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