I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 116
Hong Chengchou personally led [-] elite soldiers to Fengxiang Mansion to "suppress the bandits", but Mao Yuanyi took dozens of people under Wang Yunyan's bid and swaggered into Xi'an Mansion, intending to eat a bowl of mutton steamed buns.

It's a pity that there are only a few decent mutton steamed restaurants in the midst of chaos.

So, with three turns and two turns, Mao Yuanyi came to the Governor's Mansion in Three Sides of Shaanxi.

As soon as he reached the door, Mao Yuanyi took out a golden token and said, "Jin Yiwei handles the case, idlers get out of the way!"

The two rows of guards at the door looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything.

It has to be said that in the Ming Dynasty, it was best to use the signboards of Jinyiwei and Dongchang. Even if they waved them a few times in front of those soldiers, no matter whether they were true or false, they were basically unimpeded.

"Where is Hong Chengchou? Ask him to come out to receive the order!" Mao Yuanyi stood with his hands behind his back, and a student beside him said in a deep voice.

"My lord, Hong Honghong is going to suppress the thieves..."

"Suppressing thieves? Well, take us to see the old lady."

"Uh... Your Excellency, the old lady is in another house, not the Governor's Mansion."

"Then lead the way," Mao Yuanyi said indifferently: "By the way, take out Hong Chengchou's sedan chair and let the old lady sit on it."

"Go and call eighty strong soldiers over."

Hong Chengchou was not around, the military generals were sent out to suppress the bandits and the victims of the disaster, and the civil servants under him didn't know where to hide when they heard that Jin Yiwei was handling the case.

How dare a few personal soldiers dare to speak up?
So, more than an hour later, Mao Yuanyi took Hong Chengchou's mother out of the Xi'an mansion. Under the long pavilion on the Baqiao, there was another very rich carriage waiting for a long time.

"Okay, you guys go back first." Wang Yunyan got on the horse, took out a handful of silver coins from her body, threw them on the ground, and said with a grin:
"Thank you, brothers!"

"You guys take this money and buy mutton steamed buns."

A group of soldiers were overjoyed, bowing and bowing again and again, like sending off the plague god, watching the old mother of the governor being picked up by the carriage of the 'Jinyiwei'.

It wasn't until the shadow of the carriage was no longer visible that the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn, Jin Yiwei's bastards are so majestic!"

"Master Hong..."

"Brother, speak carefully, speak carefully!"

The soldiers sighed a few words, looked at each other, and dared not speak any more.

"silver!"

I don't know who made a shout, and the big guy immediately rushed forward and started to grab the silver coins scattered on the ground...

……

"You, who are you?"

On the way to Qingyang Mansion, in the spacious and bright carriage, Mao Yuanyi sat opposite a kind-faced old lady. After a long silence, the old lady asked.

"Good guy."

Mao Yuanyi smiled, handed the old lady a water bag, and said, "Old lady, please drink some water."

The old lady took the water bag, pondered for a while, pulled out the cork, took two small sips, then passed the water bag to a maid beside her, and said softly, "Come on, take a few sips too."

When the servant girl heard the words, she quickly waved her hands and said, "Old Furen, I am not thirsty."

The old lady sighed and said with a smile: "You girl, look at you, your mouth is cracked, and you still say you are not thirsty."

Involuntarily, she stuffed the water bag into the servant girl's hand, watched her take a few big gulps, then nodded and smiled: "That's right, here at Laoshen, don't treat yourself as a servant girl."

"Oh, they are poor dolls."

The old lady returned the water bag to Mao Yuanyi and said, "You are not from Jinyiwei."

Mao Yuanyi nodded and said with a smile: "The old lady has really good eyesight. We are indeed not from Jinyiwei."

"You are not bandits either." The old lady opened the curtain of the carriage, took a look outside, and asked suddenly, "Could it be that you are the rebels from Yan'an Mansion and Qingyang Mansion?"

This time, it was Mao Yuanyi's turn to be surprised.

"The old lady has good eyesight, she deserves to be the high hall of the three governors!" Mao Yuanyi clasped his fists and said, "Please go over there and have a look, the old lady doesn't have any malicious intentions.

Old lady but take it easy. "

The old lady nodded silently and stopped talking.

The wagon wheels creaked, dull and long, and the spring sun was so warm that it was easy to make one drowsy.

The old lady was always in high spirits, she opened half of the curtains of the carriage, and looked at the field overgrown with weeds in a daze.

"I heard that the common people over there have all been allocated fields?" the old lady suddenly asked.

"Yes, even some old and weak women and children were given arable land according to their heads." Mao Yuanyi nodded, glanced out of the window, and sighed: "Look at this beautiful field, why is it all deserted?
Before and after Grain Rain, planting corn can still keep up. "

In Guanzhong, the land is fairly fertile, the only problem is the lack of water.

But from last winter to the beginning of spring, there were several rains and snows, and the moisture content was not bad...

"Suppressing bandits and refugees all day long, good fields are left uncultivated, my son is committing crimes!" The old lady sighed, and said with a wry smile: "As a woman, I know that food is the foundation of the people.

No matter at any time, even if you want to fight a war or suppress bandits, you can't delay the spring plowing and planting. "

Mao Yuanyi nodded, sighed, and said, "A large area of ​​fertile land was abandoned. It's not Hong Chengchou's fault, but the court's fault."

"Especially... the emperor's fault."

He was speaking from his heart.

Because, didn't the idiot emperor say that the planting of sweet potatoes and corn should be promoted on a large scale across the country at the beginning of spring?
Moreover, the preliminary work has been done almost, and the court has taken back more than 600 million mu of fertile land just for the silverfish that were sent to Lao Zhu's house.

The Qingming Festival has passed, and it seems that Grain Rain is about to come, why hasn't the court started to cultivate a large area?
Could it be that there is something new about the idiot emperor?
"Today's Long Live Lord is still pretty good," the old lady said after pondering for a while, "Take last winter's disaster relief as an example, I heard that he sold more than 100 black gauze hats at one go, just to let the common people have a bite to eat.

Based on this alone, he is a good emperor.

I have told my son several times that food is the most important thing for the people, and the problem of food is bigger than the sky. He also listened to it, but he had no choice but to sigh when no one was around. "

The old lady's words were very tactful, and at the same time, she seemed to be implying to Mao Yuanyi that her son Hong Chengchou was not bad in nature, not blindly cruel and incompetent.

Mao Yuanyi understood.

He didn't think about what to do with Hong Chengchou, but first he took his wife to live in Dong Zhiyuan for a while, and let her see with her own eyes what kind of miraculous changes would happen after the land was distributed to the common people.

Because, he had already inquired clearly that the old lady in front of him was extremely elegant and upright, and had a great influence on his son Hong Chengchou.

As for Hong Chengchou himself, he was also a filial son with a good reputation in the officialdom of Ming Dynasty.

'Surrender without fighting. '

Mao Yuanyi is a strategist, and the most important thing is to win a big victory without using a knife or gun.

"Madam, I'll pick you up to live in Dong Zhiyuan for a while, and I'll give you two acres of land for the old man, how about it?"

"The few acres of wheat I planted are growing gratifyingly."

Mao Yuanyi looked out the window and said with a half-smile.

"I'm not good at growing wheat, but I can grow beans," the old lady nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Also, she can make dried beans."

"When you catch my son Hong Chengchou, send him over and let him help his old mother to make dried tofu for a few more years.

As for this person, if he has been an official for a long time, he will no longer be a human being. "

Mao Yuanyi chuckled lightly and said, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)