Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 613 Cheers
Chen Zhifu's intestines are now full of regret.If he had known that the Heluo New Army and these rebels were wearing a pair of pants, he would not have asked for help from the Heluo New Army if he was killed. Even if the red lady broke through Xinyang and fled back to the capital by himself, it would be better than now ah!It's all right now, if you lure wolves into the house, let people use bayonets to force you to sign the alliance under the city, it will be difficult to stand up!

Yang Menglong patted Chen Zhifu on the shoulder carelessly, and said: "Don't make a bitter face, it's just to let you be greedy for less money and do more things, it's not to kill your whole family! You should feel lucky, in Huguang Most of the officials like you over there have been hanged alive!"

Chen Zhifu said in his heart: "I'm afraid you have a share of the credit for this?" But he dared not say this to death, because if he said it, he might not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

After "comforting" Chen Zhifu, Yang Menglong turned his head and said to all the dejected gentry: "You are the same, cheer up, I have a profitable business with you!"

Sure enough, when it came to making money, the gang of gentry cheered up and asked, "What business?"

Yang Menglong pinched his chin and said, "I heard that Maojian tea in Xinyang is very famous?"

All the Xinyang gentry nodded proudly. Xinyang Maojian is the pride of Xinyang. It has a history of thousands of years and has always been a famous Chinese tea.Xinyang is mountainous and rainy, and the temperature difference is quite large. Under this climate, the quality of tea grown in the deep mountains is naturally extraordinary, so tea has always been a very important specialty of Xinyang, and is sold well all over the country.

Yang Menglong said: "Xinyang Maojian is of course the best, but you only pick fresh tea in spring, and you don't pick tea in summer and autumn. Isn't it a bit wasteful?"

A gentry who runs a tea garden said: "Master Hou doesn't know that the quality of summer tea and autumn tea is far from that of spring tea. Even if you pick it, you won't be able to sell it!"

Yang Menglong cursed: "Are you a pig's brain? If you can't sell it in China, you won't sell it abroad? The Tartars in the north, and the tea in the foreign countries overseas are too bad to even rinse our mouths, but they are still sold at sky-high prices. In Taixi, tea is even priced at the same price as gold! Summer tea and autumn tea are of poor quality, you can pick it and process it into black tea and sell it to foreigners!"

All the gentry looked at each other.Chinese people have been drinking green tea since ancient times, and seldom have the habit of drinking black tea. Naturally, the quality of green tea is the best in the Qingming and Grain Rain seasons. The taste of tea picked in summer and autumn is much worse. So they only pick spring tea all the time, and neither summer nor autumn tea, it's not worth it.I heard that it can be picked and processed into black tea and sold to foreigners. Everyone thinks it is very fresh, and there are still people who are willing to spend a lot of money to buy this kind of tea?So novel!
Yang Menglong said: "Don't blame me for not reminding you. In another month, foreigners will come to Nanyang to buy tea. If you want to make money, hurry up to pick tea and process it into black tea. I will bring foreigners here to buy it. Don't blame me if foreigners come and you can't produce tea!"

The gentry were all excited.Nanyang's black tea sells for a very high price, they know this, and they are envious, but they don't have channels to communicate with foreigners, so they can't get a share of it.It's all right now, Yang Menglong offered to give them a hand and help them process the inferior summer tea and autumn tea into black tea and sell it to foreigners at a high price. Is there anything more wonderful than this?They happily said that when they turn around, they will immediately organize people to go to the mountain to pick tea, and then process it into black tea. When you bring people over, Lord Hou, you will see that the tea leaves have piled up like a mountain!

Yang Menglong was quite satisfied with this, and encouraged those guys with a few words, which made their blood boil, and quickly put the unhappiness of the land being robbed behind them.Xinyang is a very famous tea producing area, and it produces a large amount of tea every year. However, there are so many famous teas in China and the competition is extremely fierce, so it has not become bigger and stronger.Exporting tea is a huge profit. Now that they have joined the line of Yang Menglong, the sales have opened up, and the profit has almost doubled!In the eyes of these guys, those mountainous areas that can grow high-quality tea have become treasure lands. As for the fields that grow wheat and rice, they have little interest.

The sound of firecrackers was everywhere in Xinyang City. Obviously someone announced the result of the negotiation. The common people were very happy. The whole Xinyang City was full of jubilation.After two months of trouble, they failed to hang all the landlords and gentry on the treetops, but they still got the land they dreamed of, and the gentry also got a way to get more money and faster, which can be said to be happy. The result is the best for both parties.

The only one who is dissatisfied is the prefect Chen and the others. These few have not lost any benefits, and they are forced to become cows in the eyes of Xinyang people by holding bayonets against their vests. What they eat is grass and what comes out is milk. And blood, how can they be happy?But regardless of whether they are happy or not, now that Mu has become a state and Xinyang has become Yang Menglong's territory, the gang of bandits in Jigongshan will continue to exist and become a force to supervise them. They will go down the mountain again and surround Xinyang City. By that time, they may not be as simple as cows, and it is not impossible for them to be cut into pieces.The saddest thing is that even the gentry in Xinyang City are fascinated by the wonderful "money" scene described by Yang Menglong. If they want to quit, they have to ask the gentry first if they agree!
There is no other way, who asked you to repeatedly ask the imperial court to send Heluo new army to support you?The cannon that I made an appointment with was about to be finished with tears in my eyes.

"It seems that your skills with Xi Ni are pretty good."

After the negotiation, Yang Menglong and Red Lady rode out of the city for a ride. Hong Lady looked at the Jin gentry who was happily returning home from the city, and smiled and said to Yang Menglong.

Yang Menglong said: "Well, in fact, as long as you figure out what they want and what you want, it's really not difficult to get along with each other. Of course, if you don't know these two points, going to help will only add to the confusion. He said proudly: "The gentry want to make money, so I will give them a way to make more money; the common people want land, so I will give them the land. If everyone is satisfied, things will be fine." done."

The red lady laughed and said, "It's only you who can come up with such a crazy idea. If it were me, I wouldn't even be able to think of it." Pointing to the distant field with a horsewhip: "Go over there and have a look."

The fields were barren, and the crops were already in poor condition. After fighting for more than two months, the crops were left unattended, so naturally there was no hope of harvesting anything.Some farmers were searching the fields with baskets on their shoulders. When they saw ears of wheat, they would pick them off and put them in the baskets. Even the wheat grains that fell on the ground were picked up carefully.But in Nanyang, which is not far from Xinyang, there are rolling waves of wheat, and the Jianghan Plain, which is further away, is even more golden-yellow.The red lady pointed to the sparse rice in a farmland by the roadside and sighed: "This season's crops are completely ruined. I don't know how to live the next days."

Yang Menglong said: "Don't worry, since the imperial court made me responsible for handling the civil uprising in Xinyang, I naturally won't let so many ordinary people suffer." He pointed his horsewhip at the barren hills in the distance, drew a big circle, and smiled: "It won't take long. The mountains there will be full of tea trees, and carts of tea leaves will be shipped out, and then carts of silver will be shipped back. These farmlands will also grow lush wheat and rice. In a few years at most, everyone in Xinyang will With enough food to eat, all children can read."

The red lady said: "If this day really comes to pass, it will not be in vain for us to shed so much blood." She turned her eyes and looked at Yang Menglong and said, "Yang Menglong, I have a question for you."

Yang Menglong said: "Just ask."

The red lady said, "You have to answer me honestly."

Yang Menglong shrugged and said, "I promise to answer honestly."

The red lady couldn't help laughing: "Then let me ask you, you are such a capable person, why are you so afraid of women?"

Yang Menglong yelled loudly as if stung by a scorpion: "Who is afraid of women? Who is afraid of women?"

The red lady raised her fist and made a gesture of scalp twisting. Yang Menglong's aura immediately collapsed when he trembled.The red lady couldn't stop laughing: "You still say you are not afraid of women? I just made a gesture to scare you like this! Those wives and concubines in your family often tease you, and you dare not say anything. I have never seen such a You are so afraid of women."

Yang Menglong was still stubborn: "Who said I'm afraid of women? I'm not even afraid of Jiannu, would I be afraid of women?"

The red lady said: "Then why are you afraid of me?"

Yang Menglong said: "Who said I'm afraid of you? I let you know?"

The red lady was startled: "Let me?"

Yang Menglong nodded seriously: "Yes, you are a woman, of course I have to let you go."

The red lady looked at him blankly, with a rather strange look on her face.

Yang Menglong made her feel terrified, and shouted: "You...why are you looking at me like this? If you want to screw my scalp, go ahead, don't look at me like this, it's scary, you know that!"

The red lady couldn't laugh or cry, she gritted her teeth and made up her mind: "Little brat..."

Yang Menglong responded quickly: "What are you doing?"

The red lady said in a generous tone: "From now on... I will never bully you again."

Yang Menglong couldn't believe it: "Really...really?"

The red lady nodded vigorously.

Yang Menglong jumped three feet high on the horse's back and cheered loudly: "It's great, no one will scalp me again, it's great, long live! Yo ho——" Seeing his excitement, if One of the gongs must have struck.

The red lady once again made him dumbfounded, and his fists were a little itchy again...

(End of this chapter)