The happy life of the devil and the devil

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The change is the second half of the chapter, please scroll down^^

According to the customs of Northern Liang, there are its lands, its people, its people... its army.

When we were on the grassland, all the nobles occupied a piece of their own pasture, grazing and raising people and even dispatching troops. Everything came from the pasture; how much land you can occupy, whether you have gold mines or salt lakes in your territory is up to you .If the land was robbed by others, you should try your best to get it back by yourself, and don't cry and beg the boss to uphold justice. ... In fact, if you really want to cry, the boss will still make a move, but the general princes calculate the appearance fee of the boss, and they will not go this way unless it is a last resort.

When they entered the Central Plains, the cattle and sheep were not let go, and the fiefdoms were taken back and changed to counties. However, the appointment and dismissal of the lords in each county can still be half of the masters, and the taxes are also divided with the royal family. Naturally, the major lords You support your own army, so don't worry about reaching out to the emperor for military expenses.

Therefore, when Lingyu City entered Beiliang, the Emperor Tiantong issued an edict "Take Qingzhou as the empress Tang Muyi", and the crowd just said "Oh..." and passed.In the nobles of the Tiele tribe, anyway, Lingyucheng’s army belongs to the emperor, and Qingzhou’s land boundary also belongs to the emperor. He is given money to raise soldiers and a territory for him to raise soldiers. The meat is rotten in the pot; , Ding Lingbu, Naimanbu, etc. From the perspective of your Tiele tribe, we have no objection to tossing and tossing as much as you like; in the eyes of the nobles of the Xia people...does this have anything to do with us?

But God is sorry, even though this land is his in name, Ling Yucheng has only been here twice in the past year, which is less than one and a half months in total.There are fifteen counties in one state in Qingzhou, and it took almost a year to work, and it was supported by several subordinates.Now that he was finally looking forward to his lord's return to Qingzhou, Xi Jun, Jin Bo, and Luo Sha, the three top generals who were left in the fief, all breathed a sigh of relief.Not to mention whether the Lord came back this time because of something awkward with His Majesty or other reasons, at least someone is in charge when encountering difficulties!

However, within two days of letting go of this tone, the first sap hit Jin Bo, who was in charge of internal affairs, on the head.

There is a book in the imperial history: the salt industry is the lifeblood of the country, regardless of production and sales, it should be monopolized by the state, and the income should be unified into the national treasury, instead of being privately operated and the income falling into the pockets of individuals.

"My lord... I seem to have heard you say that it was His Majesty's nod that we didn't participate in the war against Dayu?"

Seeing that a large amount of vain money is likely to be deducted from Qingzhou's expected income this year, although the absolute proportion of this money is not high, although Qingzhou still has many more profitable and unique businesses, Jin Bo is still frustrated. He rushed into Ling Yucheng's study room, focused on asking for an explanation.

"Of course. Any questions?"

"Then His Majesty won't allow us to sell salt, right?!"

"What do you say?"

Yuan Shao's decree seems to spread throughout the country, but in fact, although Beiliang is large, there are only two salt-producing areas.

One is that Qingzhou, now the fiefdom of Lingyu City, is surrounded by 23 salt fields by the sea, and the sea salt produced is crystal clear and white, but such a small amount can only be produced in a year. expensive.This salt has a nice name, called green salt.

The other is Youzhou from Qingzhou to the north. The fief of the Li family of Wei Guogong, who is in charge of Guangwuwei, produces reed salt that is rough and sandy, but the output is very large. The reason why Guangwuwei can compete with Heishui, Bohai, The two guards of Baishan confronted each other, half because of Luyan's neck being stuck on them. .As for the nearby small inland rock salt field, the output is too small to be worth mentioning.

Relying on the prestige of Li Mingda, the Duke of Wei who forced the queen to be buried with broken wrists, the sales of reed salt have been booming for several generations—until Ling Yucheng improved the method of salt production in the salt field, turning boiled salt into Sun salt, green salt immediately completely overwhelmed Lu salt.At this time Yuan Shao came down with a decree, and Jin Bo, who was in charge of Qingzhou's internal affairs of industry, agriculture and commerce, was jumping.

Tell you to get well tanned!

Tell you to sell!

"My lord, whose family is the censor who wrote the letter? Are you deliberately messing with us while your lord is returning to the fief?"

"It's not our family that produces salt, and it's not our family that sells salt. Wait, this matter has been quite noisy in the imperial court for a while."

It was noisy to say the least, but when the entire court's attention was focused on the war between Beiliang and Dayu, the controversy about the salt industry did not occupy much attention.Zuo Pingzhang received dozens of presentations on the salt industry, and the household department discussed it once, and Yuan Shao had another court meeting in front of Yuan Shao, and the results were achieved in ten days.

Yuan Shao issued a decree: yes.

The salt industry, one of the current pillar industries in Qingzhou, was nationalized.

When the wall falls, everyone pushes it, and when the drum breaks, everyone beats it.

How much impact will the loss of a pillar industry have on Qingzhou's economy?

Answer: There is a slight impact, not too great.The summer grain is about to be harvested, and Qingzhou's finances are currently in surplus.

Because of His Majesty's will, how much impact will the loss of a pillar industry have on Qingzhou's economy?

A: The impact would be too great...

Up to now, Qingzhou—or the Xuanjiawei of Lingyu City, the income mainly consists of several parts.One is the agricultural tax. This thing mainly collects grain, and people from all over the world rely on it to eat horse chews—especially the grain, hay, soybeans and black beans that are fed to the horses.The second is the output of official land, and the income structure is the same as above.Third, it is the income brought by various businesses.

When Ling Yucheng was in Dayu, he also struggled a lot with farming.It is impossible to roll up his trousers and go to the fields in person. No matter how low his figure is, no matter how much he plays, he has not yet reached the level of being close to the people.The so-called caring about farming is nothing more than sorting out the farming system, so that the farming soldiers who should farm the land can farm the land with peace of mind, and the military households who should practice work hard to practice not thinking about how tall the seedlings grow in the field, and listening to people report on what to plant in the field by the way. ——After harvesting the wheat, you can still plant a season of beans, don't let the field just be empty like this, bastard!Beans and other military horses also eat!

As for the construction of water conservancy, the development of agricultural tools, and the visits to old farmers to study farming techniques, all these are managed by the hard-working Jin Bo.If he hadn't been required to sign for money, Ling Yucheng wouldn't have listened to it.

It's a pity that most of those garrison troops were led by their families. When they left northern Xinjiang, there was no way to drag them here. They had to work hard to start from scratch in Qingzhou.

"My lord!" Said Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrived.Panting in front of him in a panic, the guy holding his hands on his knees was not in charge of the internal affairs of the territory. He led people all over Jinbo, a prefecture and fifteen counties, up and down. "My lord, my lord, how can you—"

Turning his head to look at Jin Bobi's face, which was fully tanned by this time last year, he knew that he would not rush in like this if he was in serious trouble or out of breath, so Ling Yucheng could only put down the gun in his hand while taking the cloth towel from the guard Wiping off his sweat, he said softly, "It's been hard work. ——Running so fast, what happened?"

He is currently standing on a pile, holding a thick, two-foot-long white wax pole with a flat end in his hand, and he is not allowed to stop for half an hour when he stands.This is the homework that Yuan Shao just gave him before leaving the capital. In Yuan Shao's words, "If you have a better understanding, when you come back, you should have the feeling of riding a horse on the flat ground." Standing up helplessly In the past half a month, I can't even pass the basic level of meditation, let alone the vividness in the stillness, the softness in the toughness.

Today I just wanted to get started, but after being interrupted by Jin Bo, I flew to the sky again.Going on like this and returning to the capital, what can I tell His Majesty? Thinking of this, Jin Bo asked out of breath, "My lord, how can you just hand over the saltworks like this?"

Hearing the word "salt", Ling Yucheng's face became serious, and he raised his hand to signal, and the guards around him immediately retreated silently.Ling Yucheng took a few steps, stood facing the west, looked sideways, and saw Jin Bo following him step by step, his face still a little bit aggrieved.

At the beginning of June, the decree was issued, and the salt industry was nationalized, and the household officials sent by Yuan Shao to take over took office at the same time.

Up and down in Qingzhou, they obeyed silently.

"Ziquan——" he called Jin Bo's name, his tone was soft, and naturally there was a feeling of confiding in his heart: "What do you think I should do?"

"This..." Jin Bo really didn't think about it.As the chief steward of Qingzhou, he was the one who established the entire Xuanjiawei's finances from scratch. It was he who sent people to follow the prescription from Ling Yucheng, and after repeated experiments, he found the best way to dry salt. He gritted his teeth and spent a large sum of money to rebuild all the salt fields—although he knew that His Majesty's will could not be resisted, but thinking about it was still a heartache.

"It would have been fine if my lord hadn't told His Majesty earlier." After all, the matter was a secret, and the words in the middle were muffled in a low voice.Ling Yucheng glanced at him, and said lightly: "Really? You think so too?"

"..."

"Do you also think that I have disobeyed His Majesty for sending troops, and I can't resist the order again and again?"

Is not it?Although he didn't dare to ask questions, Jin Bo's eyes became more and more puzzled.Although Your Majesty said that His Majesty nodded too much not to participate in the war against Dayu, but who knows if His Majesty was angry when he agreed.Besides... Thinking of this, he was suddenly surprised to see Ling Yucheng turn his head, with an unpredictable smile on the corner of his mouth:

"If you think like this, others... will think like this even more."

"grown ups?"

"Ziquan, you have been with me for so many years. You know how many times the benefits of the salt industry are—do you really think that this industry can be held in our hands for a long time?"

"But before—"

"Before, it was His Majesty's grace. Seeing that we are newcomers and have no family background, let us breathe a sigh of relief. This year's summer harvest is bumper, and this breath has been relieved." Ling Yucheng explained to him patiently, "Didn't you say it before, even if Without the income from selling salt, would we still have enough money to spend this year?"

Following Ling Yucheng's explanation, Jin Bo's face gradually calmed down, and the anger in his stomach that was full of shock before had disappeared without a trace.He bowed his head and thought about the matter from the beginning to the end again, suddenly froze, and then sighed lowly:

"It's just hard work, my lord."

Therefore, my lord has already annoyed His Majesty before, and this time I can only obey; Qingzhou is not resisting the decree, and Guangwuwei who has been implicated can't say anything, at least he can't openly oppose His Majesty—the two largest in Beiliang In this way, the salt-producing area was returned to the royal family lightly and skillfully.Besides, even if Guangwuwei plans to make some small moves, the Qingzhou Yantian, which has greatly increased production and high quality, can overwhelm them...

It's just that I wronged my lord and took such a title for nothing.

Jin Bo's mind is still pretty good, so after clicking a little, he immediately reacted.Ling Yucheng nodded secretly, but he didn't care about his subordinate's exclamation: "Otherwise?"

otherwise……

"Ziquan, these words shouldn't be pointed out, and now I'm only saying it here, only once." Ling Yucheng's tone suddenly turned harsh, "Remember, the thing about the salt field is that His Majesty is annoyed and I don't care about it." It’s so obvious that I’m going to have an attack, and I’m going to use this as an excuse to beat them. It’s their bad luck that Guangwu Wei hurt Chi Yu—this incident alone may not be enough to calm down His Majesty, and I’m afraid they will come one after another in the future. How long is this period of time?"

"My subordinate understands!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Yucheng's expression froze, Jin Bo stopped his voice reflexively, and the sound of horseshoes poured into the eardrum like a storm, getting closer and closer, and stopped abruptly outside the martial arts arena.After a while, Xia Bai, who was in charge of intelligence and spying beside Ling Yucheng, hurried in, holding a stack of thin silk cloth in his hand, with a gloomy expression:

"My lord, our caravan—three of our caravans have been attacked outside!"