I dressed as a witch doll

Wen Chi waited for two days, but did not wait for Chang Xiaosui, but waited for good news.

Prince Yu went up to report that there was another hidden story about the assassination of the Queen. Wei Yin was controlled by others to commit such a heinous crime.The fact this time was the work of Hedu's remnant Mengtuotuo, Qingzhishan has sent people to investigate and ask His Majesty to return Wei Dudu's innocence.

Hearing this, the court was in an uproar.

It's just that Wei Yin's capital crime can be avoided, and the crime of living is inevitable. In the end, the real power in his hands was removed and he was thrown into the mine as a coolie.

"The mine is right on the edge of Wanzang Mountain. Generally, the prisoners in the prison work there. The labor there is very heavy, and they have to work day and night. They can't get enough to eat. They are very short of food and clothing. Seriously. It is said that an ordinary strong laborer can’t survive there for 3 months.”

Linglong lowered her head and reported in front of Wen Chi.

Wen Chi's face changed when he heard that.

What is the difference between this shit and the death penalty?

"You go and help me bring him out, and find a house in Beijing to settle him first." Wen Chi said.

Linglong had no choice but to take orders.

However, Wen Chi's attention to Wei Yin made the other maids extremely puzzled.

After Linglong left, a tall and thin maid stepped forward and said softly to Wen Chi: "Your Majesty, you have done everything you should do, so why should you care about Wei Yin's fate? Your Majesty's wedding day has never been Consummating the marriage with you, you really should work hard on this matter.

"Then the little bastards in the Yonggan Palace will go. If you don't make a move now, what should you do if a second and third come out?"

Little bitch Wen Chi:. . .

"Yes, empress," another court lady who Wen Chi couldn't recognize at all jumped out, "I know that you are always concerned about the matter of Xiantai, but so what if that bitch is in the limelight for a while? I didn't really take her seriously, otherwise, when she left, how could His Majesty happily hold the Empress Dowager Ceremony for you as if nothing happened?"

The scenery is only three seconds, Wen Chi:. . .

"Niang Niang, the most important thing for you now is to bear the emperor's heir—"

Wen Chi, who is about to become pregnant:. . .

Hearing this, Wen Chi shuddered suddenly, and immediately stopped his mouth and said: "Stop! I know, you, you hurry up and get me something to eat, I'm starving to death!"

Wen Chi didn't wipe the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead until several people were busy non-stop by him.

He never believed that the fact that he ran into this body had nothing to do with the Dog Emperor!

He dared to bet that if there was no handwriting of Emperor Dog, he would give birth to monkeys for him!

Stuffing him into Gu Ningzhi's body, the dog emperor would definitely harbor evil intentions, be uneasy, shameless, and unforgivable!

Wen Chi thought angrily, but then he still enjoyed his mutton soup happily.

However, after half a month, Wei Yin's matter still has not been resolved.

Wen Chi waited anxiously, and called the bell to ask.

Ling Dang showed distress, "Mother, the mine is full of criminals, and they are under strict supervision. The servants tried several times, but failed to redeem them. The guard said that the prisoners in that mine, Only His Majesty's order can mention people."

Wen Chi took a deep breath, not even in the mood to eat his favorite mutton pot.

Then he got up and went to find the dog emperor who hadn't been here for more than half a month.

Wen Chi now lives in Fenglin Palace, not far from Yonggan Palace, but a short distance from Lizheng Palace.

But now he can ride on a phoenix chariot without feeling tired.

Arriving at the outer gate of the Lizheng Hall, Wen Chi got off the phoenix chariot and swaggered in.

He was thinking as he walked, fortunately, his body is a queen now, if he were a concubine, it would be difficult to enter the Palace of Lizheng.

Then he was stopped outside the palace gate.

Chang Ming welcomed him into the side hall with a gracious face.

So Wen Chi sat on the couch, listening to the exchanges between Qian Chengdi and those ministers outside.

Listening, Wen Chi frowned.

Three years later, Wen Chi didn't recognize the people in the hall, so he saw a gray-haired old man kneeling in the middle of the hall and crying:

"Your Majesty, the people in the south of the Yangtze River are suffering too! Picking mulberries, raising silkworms, and reeling silk, every day from dawn to dusk, some people's hands are cooked. Pieces of exquisite silk are made from their hands, but They were still hungry and clothed.

"Girls learn to reel and weave silk from the age of three or four, but even when they get married, or even go into a coffin when they are old, they still cannot wear a good dress.

"Because no matter how good the silk is, it is sold to merchants from the East at extremely low prices, but the silk woven by the sweat of the people in my dynasty is shipped out of our dynasty by boats and boats, and worn on the bodies of foreigners." !

"Your Majesty! Shipping by sea will only damage our national power, and make the people of Feng Dynasty cheap labor for foreigners, which is of no benefit to the people of our country. Please, Your Majesty, ban shipping by sea and lock the country's gates!"

As he spoke, a group of ministers beside him also knelt down and said in unison: "Your Majesty, please ban shipping by sea and lock the country's gates!"

After hearing this, Emperor Qian Cheng raised his hand, and everyone immediately fell silent.

Then Emperor Qian Cheng looked at Tan Yan who was at the side, and asked, "Is it true?"

Tan Yan nodded and said: "Since Emperor Wu Ying opened the sea, our shipments of silk have grown enormously, from 10 pieces per year to nearly a million pieces today. However, the price of silk has changed from 1000 yuan a piece at the beginning. A horse, down to today's 500 Wen a horse, almost cost.

"For a family of ten, if you raise 10 pieces of silkworms and get 10 pieces of silk, you get 5000 yuan. Ten people consume 6000 catties of grain a year, but it's worth 18000 yuan."

Then several old officials knelt down and shouted: "Your Majesty, the people are suffering!"

Wen Chi's eyes widened when he heard this data.

But after thinking about it carefully, it feels weird again.

Wen Chi doesn't know how much effort it takes to raise silkworms, but it's impossible for ordinary people to just raise silkworms. After all, China is a big agricultural country, so they should know how to land!

Sure enough, Tan Yan said again: "But Your Majesty, I have 2 mu of fertile land and [-] million people. A family of ten should have [-] mu of fertile land. In the south of the Yangtze River, the yield per mu is not as high as [-] shi." Come on, there is more than enough food for ten people!"

Wen Chi thought to himself, there is 5 mu of land per capita, but an average family of 10 has 50 mu of land, you are probably thinking about farts.

It has been more than 300 years since the founding of the Feng Dynasty. If half of the 10 mu of fertile land is in the hands of ordinary people, it is not bad.

Calculated on the basis of half, the family has 25 mu of land. After deducting the tax, the yield per mu is 200 catties, which means 5000 catties of grain a year.

Wen Chi calculated in his mind that the average price of grain in Fengchao was 3 Wen a catty, and the 5000 Wen a family of ten earned from weaving silk could buy a little more than 1600 Jin of grain. 6000 catties is enough to eat.

And with the money earned throughout the year, apart from eating enough, I probably can't afford salt, let alone clothes!

This is really struggling on the food and clothing line!

Although the old man exaggerated a bit, he was right.

Moreover, there are 25 acres of fertile land, so it is estimated that they cannot be regarded as poor.

Thinking of the lives of ordinary people, Wen Chi couldn't help but bared his teeth.

This is still in the south of the Yangtze River. If it is in the north, the yield per mu is not 200 catties——

At this time, there was already a lot of noise outside.

Listening to that, it's not that Tan Yan is ignorant of the situation that ordinary people now own land per capita.

The more Wen Chi listened, the more he felt that this Tan Yan meant to equalize the land, so he couldn't help but rolled his eyes again.

Naive.

Unless the dynasty changes, if you want those officials' families to spit out the fields they ate, it's one thing whether the emperor's dragon butt can sit still.

But looking back and counting those data, Wen Chi felt that something was wrong.

Then he looked up out of the window and began to think.

But he didn't know that the way he opened his mouth and looked at the sky stupidly was seen by another person.

At this time, Emperor Qian Cheng couldn't help but glanced at him. Seeing him like this, even if the ministers in front of him were arguing, the corners of his mouth kept turning up.

As for Wen Chi, he seemed to recall some things he had heard about Fengchao grain in a trance. It was a long time ago, and he didn't know who said it in his ear.

"When I was young, I couldn't get enough to eat, so my parents sold me. But later I heard that their life is getting better. There are big pieces of root potatoes growing in the field. No one is hungry anymore, but they never come here again. Redeem me."

Wen Chi remembered what Chang Xiaosui had said to him.

The potato that Chang Xiaosui described should be a sweet potato.

Since there are such things in the class, it doesn't make sense that there is only so much yield per mu.

After he came back to his senses for a while, he found that the group of people were still arguing over there.

Moreover, Tan Yan was arguing with a group of old men alone, and it was obvious that there was a tendency to quarrel.

On the other side, someone said loudly to Emperor Gancheng: "Your Majesty, I have transported a large amount of food and grain out of the country, but I only got some useless and expensive things such as jewels, jade, spices, ivory, etc. Your Majesty, this sea transportation is really a big deal." It is not beneficial to the common people, but it is detrimental to the national power!"

Wen Chi frowned.

He remembered his original world. He didn't know which era, and it seemed that someone had implemented the sea confinement and closed the country for such a reason.

But he is the clearest about the result of closing the country.

An open market may indeed bring unfavorable results due to price differences, but at the same time it will also bring countless information, even technology.

Moreover, trade can be guided by means, and a one-size-fits-all lazy policy is inappropriate no matter what era it is.

With the current situation of the Feng Dynasty, as long as it does not go astray and keeps up with the pace of the world, at least the result will not be as miserable as that of the Qing Dynasty.

But now there are a group of veterans clamoring for a ban on shipping——

The louder and fiercer the noise outside, Wen Chi saw that Qian Chengdi even showed a thoughtful expression on his face, and couldn't help feeling anxious.

Seeing that Emperor Qian Cheng seemed about to open his mouth to agree, Wen Chi couldn't stand it any longer, so he opened the curtain and walked out.

"A family of ten, with 10 bolts of silk, gets 1600 catties of grain. Dare I ask Mr. Tan, how many acres of mulberry fields are consumed by 10 bolts of silk?"

Everyone was taken aback by his sudden appearance.

Then Tan Yan paused before saying: "Going back to your mother, I need two acres of land."

"How much can you get for two acres of land from COFCO?"

"Less than 400 catties."

Wen Chi curled his lips and sneered, "With the trade of this silk, people can get 1600 catties of grain. After the sea ban, no one buys silk, so they only get 400 catties. May I ask, who will fill the gap of 1200 catties of grain?"

Everyone was stunned.