Chang Baiye woke up and looked at Hou Qianqian, who was still sleeping. He reached out and pushed a strand of hair away from his brow, looked at it carefully, and then stood up and dressed.
September is finally coming to an end, and the date for the martial arts examination is set from October 18th to 20th. There is still some time left, and the next capital will be much more lively. This is the first martial arts examination since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. Regardless of Either way it will attract a lot of people's attention.
Whether they are nobles, soldiers of the guard, or private experts, everyone will fight for the result in October!
For fame, for profit!
For the family, for the country!
Whether you are despicable or noble, good or not, you all need to go to the teaching field.
It determines victory and defeat, as well as honor and disgrace.
Chang Baiye was stretching his muscles and bones when Chang Jin walked through the Moon Gate, took two steps, handed over an invitation, and called out: "My boss."
"Who is this? Isn't he too well-informed?"
Chang Baiye didn't expect that he had just arrived in the capital and slept, and that he was being spied on exactly where he was. He even took the time to write an invitation. This was a bit scary.
Could it be that the Security Bureau invited me to have tea and the news that I accepted the promised disciple was leaked?
It shouldn't be.
Even if the news is leaked, it doesn't matter. Anyway, everyone is doing good deeds and sending people travel money to Beijing to take the exam. Is it illegal?
Chang Baiye took the invitation and saw the eye-catching signature. He was suddenly struck by thunder. His hands trembled and the invitation fell to the ground. He raised his head and sighed: "Your uncle, it's better for the Security Bureau to invite me to tea."
Hou Qianqian walked over, picked up the invitation, and saw the eye-catching signature:
Cao Guogong Li Jinglong!
"Isn't this Lord Cao Guo banned?"
Hou Qianqian had heard some news about the capital.
Chang Jin smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "It seems that the ban expired a few days ago..."
Chang Baiye held his forehead, almost shouting in his heart: Zhu Yunwen, Zhu Yunwen, why can't you restrain him for a few more months, at least for ten months? Wouldn't it be harmful to others if he was released?
"Uncle Eighth, go get ready."
Hou Qianqian ordered.
Chang Jin looked at Chang Baiye who was silent, then turned and left immediately.
Chang Baiye looked at Hou Qianqian with a sad look on his face and said, "You know how dangerous it is to meet Duke Cao, and you still let me go?"
Hou Qianqian showed a helpless smile and said calmly: "Can we refuse? Yes, everyone knows that approaching Cao Guogong is dangerous and may lead to prison, but he is Cao Guogong after all, and we are just businessmen. A dignified person The Duke sends an invitation, as businessmen, do we have the right to refuse?"
It's not that Chang Baiye doesn't understand this truth, but when he thinks about the risks he may have to bear, he becomes worried. If I had known earlier, I might as well have stayed in Beizhili and watched the establishment of the Shanxi Merchant Branch.
"Besides, the restaurant on this invitation is Tingxue Tower, the property of the King of Liao. Although the King of Liao has sailed to sea, Duke Cao will not embarrass us in this restaurant, and the date is tonight, so in such a hurry , this is not a banquet specially prepared for us."
Hou Qianqian analyzed.
After Chang Baiye heard about it, he took the invitation and looked at it carefully, only to realize that if this was the case, it would be impossible to post a message in the morning and have dinner in the evening when inviting someone to your home, not to mention three or five days in advance, but at least one day in advance. It is the most basic etiquette.
Duke Cao's mansion sent out invitations for the evening meal early in the morning, and it was obvious that many people had been greeted before. If there were more people, the risk would be much less. At least it means that this is not a secret banquet, and no one from the Security Bureau will come out to ask everyone's name and home address halfway.
"Let the shopkeeper and clerk of the capital find out what Duke Cao Guo's intention is and who is attending the banquet."
Chang Baiye was relieved.
Since there is no way to avoid it, we can only face it head-on. There is no point in wasting and complaining, and it will only make things worse.
Fengtian Temple.
When Zhu Yunwen came to court, he once again gave instructions to the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Works: "Winter has already entered in the north, and the relocated people must have shelter. Peiping is short of manpower and craftsmen, so they can be transferred from Henan and Shandong. Even if the river can be opened temporarily, frostbite will not be allowed." Common people. The Ministry of Household Affairs must expedite the allocation of cotton-padded clothes, and local women must be recruited to intensify sewing, and strive to make another 100,000 cotton-padded clothes and quilts before the snow falls."
Xia Yuanji and Zheng Ci solemnly agreed and left the court in a hurry before asking for instructions.
The amount of winter supplies needed in the north has exceeded initial expectations. The reason is not really due to the number of immigrants, but to Beizhili, Shandong, Henan and other places.
Because the local government wants to accept immigrants, it will naturally involve re-dividing the land. Whether the land is divided up or the land is reclaimed, it must be divided according to the head of the population.
But in a county, the accepted population is 5,000, and the local population is 9,000. When it comes time to divide the land, the total population suddenly becomes 16,000, and more than 2,000 people appear out of thin air.
This is the legendary black household.
But the gangster family cannot stay in the dark forever. In order to avoid the old corvee tax collected on a per capita basis, the family gave birth to a child and hid it. After finally raising it, it was said that it belonged to the old Wang family in the next village. It was not a good idea to call him uncle all the time. thing.
What the county magistrate can do is to register them with household registration.
It's a good thing to have household registration. There's nothing to say. As the population increases, more taxes can be collected in the future. But the problem is that the work of registering household registration and the work of registering household registration for immigrants are superimposed...
Since it just happened by chance, let's just write it down. Anyway, the court will not strictly investigate. You said we took in five thousand people, but in fact we took in seven thousand people.
That's right, I have household registration as proof. If you don't believe me, come and check me...
Since 7,000 people have been admitted, does your court need to provide food, winter supplies, and various subsidies to the 7,000 people?
The Ministry of Household Affairs initially thought that Shanxi Governor Ru Yu had made a mistake and failed to count the correct number of people when allocating people. There was a confusion in the allocation, resulting in a discrepancy between the number of people received in various places and the actual number of people received. Documents that could be sent to the Shanxi Governor to verify with each place have not yet been released. In response, the same situation appeared in more than a dozen counties.
Zhang Bing, the chief envoy of Peking, took the lead in debunking this problem, pointing out that there were cases of falsely reporting the number of people and falsely receiving supplies in various places, and demanded strict investigation. Later, Li Yanzhen, the chief envoy of Shandong Province, pointed out that the root cause of everything was the transfer of household registration from black households.
Faced with this situation, most of the people in the imperial court advocated severe punishment of local officials.
But after careful consideration, Zhu Yunwen chose to acquiesce to these officials. He only made one request, which was to strictly control the household registration. If a black household registered, the court could provide subsidies and materials. However, if the number of people was falsely reported and the household registration was faked, it would be bullying. The king's crime will result in death.
Zhu Yunwen's meaning is very clear. Whether they are black households or immigrants, they are an "increased" population. Since it is an increased population, it doesn't matter if the court gives some subsidies. Anyway, they have to divide the fields and cultivate crops. In the end, The wealth still belongs to the court.
A high-voltage line was drawn, and the pressure came to the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Industry. Previously, they had only prepared 500,000 yuan in supplies and reserves for immigrants, but now they need to prepare at least 30,000 to 60,000 more.
The difficulties in the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Works are only temporary. After all, it is already October. There are no expenses this year except for martial arts and the Hajj. The funds reserved for disaster relief can also be loosened.
As for next year's finances, the Ministry of Revenue is very confident. The confidence comes from the good weather in the second year of Jianwen, the growing tax revenue, and the great success of the third-crop rice.
If you endure it, no matter how difficult it is, it will pass.
Nowadays, the affairs of the court are gradually becoming less and less. The supplies required by the northern garrison are basically in place. There will be no problem in surviving the winter. There are no sea troubles outside the south and no rebellion inside. Everyone is busy with their own affairs. Everything is on track.
After retreating from the court, Gu Sanshen entered the Wuying Hall and reported: "Your Majesty, there is news from Mengcheng."
Zhu Yunwen took the document and looked at it carefully.
Gu Sanjian said: "The former commander found a Yin soldier in Mengcheng named Yi Rong, who was living in the flower house. According to his speculation, the Yin soldier was out there and was most likely mixed in the brothel to spy on information and hide his traces. .”
"Oh, this would be a good place to hide."
Zhu Yunwen was somewhat impressed.
The one who can go to the brothel to hang out is either he himself has some ability, that is, his father or his grandfather has some ability. These people more or less have some information. Between the fragrant words and soft jade, they can get some information or something. Nothing unusual.
It is true that there are very few people like Zhu Youyi who are so obsessed that they don't know what they are doing, but it is hard to guarantee that there will be no officials who will not be manipulated by him and become pawns.
"I heard that Pang Huan is helping Cong Pei'er train those women?"
Zhu Yunwen said softly.
Gu Sanjian nodded in agreement.
Zhu Yunwen smiled and said meaningfully: "Tell Pang Huan to sell them to a brothel."
"ah?"
Gu Sanshen was stunned.
If this kind person is sold to a brothel, Cong Pei'er will make a big fuss...
Zhu Yunwen waved his hand and said without further explanation: "Go ahead."
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