Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 668

The issuance of Shaowu treasure banknotes is very cautious, but the implementation is very firm.

Without him, the issuance of food stamps gave the Ministry of Households a taste of the sweetness, and [-] to [-] shi of grain can be issued for [-] shi.

The total amount of food in Taicang is limited, so the imperial court did not dare to distribute it indiscriminately, so it could only make do with it, but it also made a profit of several 10 yuan.

That's an extra income that almost pays off the iron tax.

The key point is that Lu Daqi, the new official took office three times, turned over the pile of old papers for a few days, and made a lot of trouble with the handover paper money.

He held his head high and held his chest high, and said without hesitation: "The profit from the precious banknotes can reach millions of silver dollars a year, which is almost equivalent to the whole of Southern Zhili..."

The biggest role of banknotes, in the eyes of civil servants, is by no means conducive to economic development, but to solve financial difficulties.

Therefore, the cabinet reluctantly united and thought about how to issue treasure notes.

However, considering that Baochao's reputation is too bad, the cabinet has always believed that it needs to change its name and get a new skin.

The emperor smiled contemptuously: "Why don't you call it a silver coin?"

With silver dollar coupons, you can go to the Daming Bank to exchange for silver dollars at any time.

The cabinet naturally agreed, and then discussed the popularization of money houses.

How can I exchange silver dollars without a bank?
The fine hair on the court, falling on the folk is Sun Monkey's golden cudgel.

On the ground, the thick snowflakes were trampled on unscrupulously, and the dim sunlight in the sky scattered lightly, bringing no warmth.

"It hurts to death—" In a mansion in Beijing, there was a shrill cry that went straight into the sky.

Jia Daihua's ears were filled with shouts, he couldn't help getting up, opened the door curtain, blowing the howling cold wind, walked quickly to the door of the sound source, and kept looking around.

"Go, go, what are you doing here?"

Jia Yan wrapped himself up like a bear, his shoulders were covered with snow, and he stared blankly at the room where figures were walking. Only then did he notice his son's arrival.

"Is mother all right?" Jia Daihua couldn't help asking.

"It's okay, she is the third child, what can happen."

Jia Yan shook his head, but his eyes were fixed on the door, unwilling to move away.

"Master, you are easy to catch cold if you stay outside."

At this time, the housekeeper came over, and the maid brought pots of hot water, and said with concern.

"It's all right, I'm all right."

Jia Yan wanted to see through, waved his hand, and said indifferently: "When I went to North Korea, it was much colder than this."

"Father, I want to join the army too."

After studying for a few years, Jia Daihua saw his father was promoted to Viscount, not to mention how itchy he was.

"Dog, don't be jealous of me." Jia Yan shook his head and couldn't help stamping his feet: "If Wu Sangui hadn't gone to North Korea, the imperial court would rotate the Beijing camp to practice, this Viscount I really don't want it."

"This title looks good, but there is a viscount above a baron, and an earl above a viscount. It makes people think about it again and again, as if a piece of meat is hanging in front of their eyes, don't mention how itchy it is."

"Dad, dad—"

At this time, my six-year-old daughter ran over chubbyly, and a group of maids carefully chased me for fear of chasing me more and more.

"What a mess, take it back quickly."

After fooling his daughter away, Jia Yan couldn't help looking at his cheap son.

Jia Daihua is 13 years old, perhaps because he suffered a stomachache when he was a child, so he died late, but now he is as strong as a calf.

In the past few years, he has been offering to study one after another. He secretly asked Mr. if he could pass the examination as a scholar. He said bluntly, don't ruin the eyes of the county magistrate.

In this case, you can only join the army.

What the hell, he has taken in a few concubines, only this big house has news in his belly, she is still a widow!

If you want to be nice, you have to get a son, but you can't make it cheap for the dog.

Although the feelings are also deep, but in the end it is not his kind.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, a baby's cry suddenly resounded throughout the courtyard.

"Congratulations, master, congratulations, master, you are a big fat boy."

The midwife came out panting to announce the good news, her face covered with sweat.

"Reward, great reward——"

As he said that, Jia Yan was about to enter the room, but was blocked back. The cold air was too heavy to disturb the child and the mother.

Jia Yan just gave up, and the joy on his face couldn't be stopped.

He stomped his numb feet, turned his head to look at Jia Daihua who was beaming with joy, and said, "God, if you really want to join the army, you have to hurry up and train in the past few years."

"Well, the boy knows."

Jia Daihua was overjoyed and said loudly.

"Directly being a big soldier is the lowest level. Even if I arrange it for you, it will be a very good at best."

Jia Yan led him into the room and explained: "Nowadays, in the military, people who come from the Yanwu Hall like to use him. He is a team leader as soon as he comes out. After a few years of experience, he can become a battalion leader."

"Now you can only enter the martial arts hall if you take the exam."

"take an exam?"

Jia Daihua was instantly unhappy, his expression twisted.

"Martial arts."

Jia Yan sighed, lying half-lying and said: "Last year it was just a trial run in the Beijing camp, and some people were selected to take the test. This year is different."

"Just like the imperial examinations, there are three checkpoints, the scholar, the candidate, and the Jinshi. This martial arts hall is the Imperial Academy, and the emperor moves under his nose."

"I heard that the first 30 people practiced in the martial arts hall for half a year, and then went directly to the guard's office."

After Emperor Shaowu ascended the throne, the original court guards, such as General Dahan, General Mingjia and other guard systems, were all rectified and separated from Jinyiwei.

Set up a guard office, which has several guards and commanders.

Among them, the group of guards was divided into two, and those guarding the outer court, such as the palace guards such as Huangji Hall and Wenyuan Pavilion, who discussed politics and discussed affairs, numbered more than [-] people.

The other part guards the inner court, such as the emperor's bedroom—about 5000 people.

The guards are also divided into five classes, the first class is the most honorable, the fifth class is the lowest,
Even the lowest fifth-class bodyguards are ranked ninth rank, which is equivalent to that of a squadron.

People from the Martial Arts Hall enter the bodyguards, and they start from the fourth-class bodyguards at the lowest level, that is, the eighth rank.

If this is in the foreign army, then it is the deputy battalion officer, who can bear it?

"Ok!"

Jia Daihua didn't know the benefits of the guard's office, so he immediately agreed, which is more spacious than the imperial examination route.

Having a son in the family, Jia Yan was overjoyed and generously rewarded him, which can be said to have shed a lot of blood.

And at this moment, several village heads outside the city came together with congratulatory gifts.

"What?" Jia Yan frowned, and the majesty of the viscount descended immediately.

"Master, there is really no way for the little ones to come here."

A burly Zhuangtou stepped forward and said depressedly: "Because we are Xuntian, the yamen directly sent people over and told us to plant some strange things. It would be fine if we didn't plant them."

"What the hell?"

Jia Yan said angrily: "The county government is so rampant?"

"It seems to be some kind of sweet potato, so let's plant it, saying that it was requested by His Majesty."

Zhuangtou said cautiously: "Let us plant more than a dozen acres at a time. This is not a delay. It will save a lot of grain!"

"Your Majesty's matter?" Jia Yan calmed down, and immediately began to think: "It's better to believe in something than nothing, you have to grow!"

(End of this chapter)