Businessmen are honest.
King Vikaramavahana of Majapahit saw the return of the captured sergeant with his own eyes, and said to Shen Yiyuan with satisfaction: "You are a friend of Majapahit. You can go back and tell the Ming Dynasty general that as long as the Jiugang Xuanwei Division does not invade Manchuria, If Bo Yi is full, Bo Yi will not send troops to Jiugang."
Shen Yiyuan knew that it was not his own words that facilitated this deal, but the strength of Ming Dynasty.
During the Eastern Han Dynasty, Ban Chao dared to lead thirty-six men to kill the Northern Huns envoys and conquer the Shanshan Kingdom. What he relied on was not Ban Chao's thirty-six men, but the strength of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
Only when the country is strong can others sit down, listen to your voice, and think about what you say.
"Dear King, I will definitely bring you your message, but I have an unkind invitation."
Shen Yiyuan said respectfully.
Vikaramavahana looked at the deep-draft merchant ship and thought of some exquisite ceramics in the palace. He couldn't help but smile and said, "If it's business, that's right."
Shen Yiyuan thanked Vikaramavahana and asked the guys on the merchant ship to move out the goods. Srivijaya is not a big place and there are not many goods. There are many trades and trades, but not many goods can be traded, but Majapahit has a lot of land. , and the products are even richer.
Old Port Xuanwei Department Office.
Liang Daoming solemnly took off his sword and handed it to Shi Jinqing, saying: "This war has consumed the last of my vitality. I don't have many days left. The Xuanwei Department of Jiugang is entrusted to you to manage. Remember, this is the Ming Dynasty." territory, you are a subject of Ming Dynasty."
Shi Jinqing took the sword, held it tightly in his hand, looked at Liang Daoming, and sighed: "Do you really want to go back?"
Liang Daoming nodded slightly and said, "The fallen leaves have returned to their roots. It's time to go home."
Shi Jinqing was a little sad. Although Liang Daoming in front of him was only more than sixty years old, he had gone through countless vicissitudes. The recent war had given him great trauma, pain and torture. Although he had regained this land, it had also burned him out. Almost all of life.
When the two of them walked out of the room and walked to the main hall, Liang Daoming said to Zheng He: "In the future, the Xuanwei Department of the Old Port will be handed over to Shi Jinqing. I have already made up my mind and will return to my homeland with the Ming Dynasty's fleet."
Zheng He said happily: "If the emperor learns this news, he will definitely be happy, and maybe he will even meet Duke Liang."
Liang Daoming showed a longing look and said: "I also want to see the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. If I can still see the Ming Dynasty reopening the sea during my lifetime, I will die without regrets."
Zheng He walked towards Liang Daoming and said side by side: "For the sea ban policy, Mr. Liang still needs to ask the emperor personally. What I can say is that the emperor attaches great importance to the Xuanwei Department of Old Port. Perhaps in the near future, this place will become the Ming Dynasty's capital." Important place.”
A smile appeared on Liang Daoming's lips and he said: "If this is true, the sea ban will be lifted."
If an "isolated island" far away from the Ming Dynasty wanted to become an important place in the Ming Dynasty, it could not do without soldiers or businessmen.
"Why should we go home?"
Liang Daoming asked.
Zheng He pointed in the direction of the sea and said, "We will go home after the merchants have finished selling their goods."
Ming Dynasty, capital.
The cold wind finally reached the capital, and the temperature dropped sharply.
Carloads of coal were brought to the six government offices, but even though the braziers and stoves were lit, the interior of the government offices still seemed cold.
Huang Zicheng, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, was sitting next to the small stove, holding a report and reading it carefully, and said to Zhuo Jing who was standing beside him: "Are the details of the grain allocation by Kaifeng Mansion here?"
Zhuo Jing nodded and said: "They are all here. The chief has verified that Kaifeng Prefecture does withhold a lot of grain every year and directly distributes it to Yuanwu, Yangwu and other places. Although the magistrates such as Yuanwu and Yangwu have signed for the grain, but when Yuge visited According to the report, these grains were not used to save the people."
Huang Zicheng put down the report, put his hands on top of the stove, and sighed: "The poor people do not change, but they are greedy for the government's relief, and use the relief food as corrupt food. What the magistrate of Kaifeng Prefecture did is shocking!"
Zhuo Jing was extremely bitter. He thought it was a peaceful and prosperous age, but he didn't know that in the distance that he couldn't see, there was still a barbaric wilderness.
"There is an oral message."
Young prisoner Wang Yue walked into the lobby of the household department and shouted sharply.
Huang Zicheng, Zhuo Jing and others quickly stood up and knelt down, and Wang Yue said: "The wind is cold and the weather is cold. I am worried about the victims outside the city. I want to visit to observe the people's lives and visit their difficulties. I have ordered the six ministries and the chief minister of the cabinet to accompany them immediately. "
"I obey the order."
Huang Zicheng did not dare to neglect. After packing up, he walked out of the door of the household department. The cold wind blew, making people shiver.
"Master Huang."
Zheng Ci, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, came over, said hello, and said: "It is a cold day, and the emperor is out of the palace for a visit at this time. What should we do if the dragon body is injured? Can we give you some advice?"
Huang Zicheng braved the wind and said to Zheng Ci: "Master Zheng knows the emperor's temperament, and what he decides will not be changed easily."
Zheng Ci hid his hands in his sleeves, turned around, walked backwards, and said to Huang Zicheng: "Actually, there is no need for us to be internally involved in the civil and military disputes. As long as it is beneficial to the Ming Dynasty, we should support it. The Ministry of Industry has already Several officials wrote memorials, believing that it was feasible to set up formal and secondary coursework papers, and advocating reforming education in schools in prefectures and counties, but I suppressed them and have not yet submitted them."
Huang Zicheng glanced at Zheng Ci, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Deliver it. Officials from the Ministry of Revenue have also submitted a memorial. There is no way to stop it."
Zheng Ci saw that there was no one around, then he got closer and said to Huang Zicheng: "Actually, there is not much need for a civil-military dispute. You don't know, right? The new gunpowder developed by the Second Artillery Bureau has begun to be equipped with the Shenji Battalion. Its power is Extraordinary.”
"What does this have to do with the civil-military struggle?"
Huang Zicheng asked puzzledly.
Zheng Ci chuckled and said: "With the new gunpowder, the power of the gun will be greatly increased, and the power of the artillery will be greatly increased. Among the three major battalions in the future, the combat power of the Shenji Battalion cannot be underestimated. Master Huang, think about it, the power of the Shenji Battalion will be greatly increased." The machine battalion is just for shooting or shelling, it doesn’t need generals..."
Huang Zicheng was stunned, stopped, looked at Zheng Ci in surprise, and said, "What did you say? The Shenji camp doesn't need military generals?"
Zheng Ci nodded solemnly and replied solemnly: "The Shenji Battalion only needs to be equipped with a large number of firecrackers, artillery and other firearms. The commander can be a scholar. It is not like the Three Thousand Battalion. It requires excellent riding skills and proficiency in battle formations." .”
"If the Shenji Battalion's combat strength exceeds three thousand battalions, the Shenji Battalion will definitely expand in size and become the main force of our Ming Dynasty's army. If civilians can control the Shenji Battalion, does that mean they control the lifeblood of Wu Xun?"
Huang Zicheng looked at Zheng Ci without saying a word.
Zheng Ci lightly added: "So, the Ministry of Revenue should give more support to the Second Artillery Bureau. This is a withdrawal receipt for 200,000 taels. You only need to stamp it..."
Huang Zicheng was confused.
After going around a lot, I finally believed it. It turned out to be someone who wanted military expenses...
"Is what you said true or false?"
Huang Zicheng is not sure about the future of Shenji Camp.
Come and ask.
Zheng Ci solemnly assured: "Once the Second Artillery Bureau develops new guns and artillery, its combat power will definitely rank first among the three major battalions. However, there are some problems in the current development and more materials need to be purchased."
Huang Zicheng looked at the handwriting of two hundred thousand taels, gritted his teeth and said: "At most one hundred thousand taels, not even a penny more."
Ranwen
Zheng Ci said in embarrassment: "Master Huang, one hundred thousand taels is not enough."
Huang Zicheng pushed Zheng Ci away and didn't want to pay attention.
As the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, how could he not know the cost of guns and artillery? In terms of artillery, the cost of an artillery piece in the War Bureau is between one tael and three taels. How many artillery pieces can one hundred thousand taels be enough to buy?
Zheng Ci was also very depressed. The cost of producing mature artillery is naturally low, but the cost of developing new muskets and artillery is of course high. At most, more than 20 cannons were destroyed in one day, and it was not easy for the Ministry of Industry...
Zhu Yunwen walked out of Tongji Gate with Xie Jin, Huang Zicheng, Qi Tai, Lian Zining and others.
"The residences built by the Ministry of Industry cannot keep out the cold, right?"
Zhu Yunwen asked.
Zheng Ci quickly said: "Your Majesty, the time is too short, and the victims are staying for a short time and will return to their hometowns to rebuild in the spring. Therefore, the residences built are mainly Datongpu, which can only block the wind and snow, but does not provide much protection from the cold. Fence.”
"How about the disaster victims spending the winter?"
Zhu Yunwen looked at Huang Zicheng.
Huang Zicheng said solemnly: "The winter clothes have been prepared, and there is generally no problem. In addition, the people have some surplus in their hands. Even if the cold weather intensifies, there should be no worries about wearing and sleeping warm."
The group of people walked and talked and arrived at the fan bone platform.
Knocking on the door of a house, the door opened, and an eleven or twelve-year-old boy in thin clothing looked at the strange guest. A burst of hot air rushed out of the door, surprising Xie Jin and others at the door.
"Who?"
"Grandma, it's the official."
"Guan Ye?"
An old woman came over with a cane. Zhu Yunwen walked into the room and said, "Old man, winter is coming. Let's see if you have any difficulties in surviving the winter?"
When the old lady heard this, she immediately smiled and said, "Guan family, it's not difficult to spend the winter. It's very warm."
The accompanying officials were surprised. Xie Jin looked around the room and saw a large stove on one side of the wall. Next to the stove, there was a row of iron pipes connected to it. He stepped forward and touched it, and found that the iron pipes were a little hot.
"Old man, what is this?"
Xie Jin knew that the room was as warm as spring, and it must be related to this thing.
The old lady came to the wall of the pipe, pointed at the stove with her cane, and said with a smile: "This is a treasure sent by Nuanchunfang. It can burn coal and hot water, and can also warm the room like spring. It is a good item." . You are an official, so you should be rewarded with a Nuan Chun Fang."
"Why awards?"
Huang Zicheng frowned.
The old lady smiled and said: "This official must have spent a lot of effort on these stoves and iron walls. I heard that this set-up is available outside and costs three to five taels of silver. But this Nuanchunfang stove was given to sixty-year-old victims of the disaster. Families with the above elderly people and children under ten years old sent them without taking any money.”
"Would a businessman be so kind?"
Qitai asked puzzledly.
The old lady sighed and said, "Well-intentioned or not, what should I do? Although this stove is good, the coal is not cheap. Two coals a day, ten cents per coal, there is still some expense, but I am afraid. Han, with this baby, I can more or less survive this year."
