The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Duchayuan Dushifang.

Yan Chengjin saw Shi Lin, the one who was ordered by Emperor Hongzhi to supervise military affairs.

Shi Lin returned to the capital to wait for the Duke of Baoguo to go north and go to Yansui together.

Since he came to the Duchayuan Dushifang, the office relationship has become subtle.

"Xiao Zhao, do you want broad beans?"

"Xiao Zhang, the tea is cold, change a cup and drink it again, it's good for the spleen and stomach."

"Xiao Jin, your wolfberry is big and round, can you give me a cup to make tea?"

Yan Chengjin was on guard. This person has only been here for one day, but he has become familiar with the people in the duty room. He is also a talent.

"I have something that tastes better than this, white, a little fishy, ​​tastes great, and is very nutritious. Do you want to try it?" Yan Chengjin took something out from under the table.

It was a water bag, still warm.

Pour a cup of white goat milk from the water bag, and the milky fragrance wafted, which was not as fishy as Yan Chengjin said.

Shi Lin tasted it and said repeatedly: "It tastes good. Chengjin, I want to ask you something. Where did Fang Xue go?"

Yan Chengjin's heart moved. Could it be that Shi Lin was related to the Red Salt Pond?

Two possibilities suddenly appeared in his mind. One is that Shi Lin was entrusted by someone to come and find out. The other is that he has something to do with this matter.

"I don't know, maybe he took a leave."

Seven days later, Zhu Hui rushed to the capital and went to Yansui with Shi Lin.

The war with the Tatars is about to begin.

The northwest is in chaos, but Liangxiang is quite peaceful and prosperous.

It was a hot and humid May day.

There were few pedestrians on the official road in Liangxiang, but many grain ships were traveling on the waterway.

Now, not only merchants from Jiangnan came, but also merchants from the coastal areas of Guangdong, who were very interested in Liangxiang's goods.

"Although there are more merchants coming to Liangxiang, the refugees are still very poor, and the silver can't fall into their hands. However, they can make a living thanks to these merchants." Zhang Xian said.

Yan Chengjin nodded and said, "It's good that you can see this point. Don't let the polarization be too serious."

"Sir, what is polarization?" Zhang Xian was puzzled.

"It means... don't let all the silver flow into the pockets of the gentry. If the refugees want to do business, let them do it."

Some refugees work as peddlers, carrying goods from Liangxiang to other places to sell.

There are very few refugees who dare to use the silver they have worked hard to earn to exchange for goods to sell. Most refugees feel that there is a risk. It is more practical to work as a laborer in a workshop or dock.

"Sir, a businessman from Yunnan and Guizhou said that he wants to sell nanmu. Does he want it from the shipyard?" Xie Yu came over and asked Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian looked at Yan Chengjin again, and Yan Chengjin remained silent.

"You can negotiate the price yourself."

"Okay!" Xie Yu left happily.

Joining the Liangxiang Chamber of Commerce, which belongs to the shipyard, he also made a lot of money.

Zhang Xian asked timidly: "Sir, is this right?"

"Liangxiang is a righteous bird of the Ming Dynasty, so it is natural for him to do business with merchants all over the world. There is nothing wrong with that."

Yan Chengjin bought a mansion in Xicheng District of the capital, which is far away from the old house. The advantage is that it is next door to Lao Wang's mansion.

The silver sent by Liangxiang cannot be stored even if the hole is dug.

You can't open a vault outside.

In order to hide from others, just buy a mansion and store the silver.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows, and he plans to come and live here occasionally.

The Jinyiwei recognizes people but not houses. If he lives here, the Jinyiwei will naturally follow him.

It is still safe to live here.

"Master, the title deed of this mansion is in the name of the master. It is two acres of land and has sixteen wing rooms..."

Wang Bushui said everything.

Yan Chengjin pointed to a pond and asked, "Why is the water here red?"

Wang Bushui looked at the water, where a few lotus leaves were floating. The stones in the water were red, as if they were moldy.

"Change it! Change it right away."

Yan Chengjin looked at the bedroom again, pointed to the beam above his head and asked, "This beam is pressing on the bed. How can I get promoted?"

"Change it. I'll ask someone to change the direction."

Yan Chengjin went to see the warehouse. There were huge marble slabs on all four sides, only the size of a bedroom, and a basement was dug underneath.

This is a mansion with three entrances and three exits.

There are rockery, small bridges, pavilions and other iconic landscapes in the south of the Yangtze River. It is smaller than the old house, but it is more exquisite.

Fengtian Hall,

Emperor Hongzhi was thinking about the war in the northwest, and he had to open the warehouse to allocate silver. The longer it was delayed, the more money he would have to spend.

"Has the Ministry of Revenue settled the money and grain?"

Han Wen stepped forward and said, "It has been settled. We will allocate 30,000 shi of military grain and 20,000 taels of silver."

This amount of money and grain may not last for a few days, and we will have to allocate silver again.

Fighting the Tatars requires flexible marching. Carrying too much baggage will slow down the march. There is an advantage in fighting in the Hetao area, which is the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

I am afraid that the Tatars will plunder all the food and grass along the way, and we will not be able to buy them at that time.

Mou Bin whispered, "Your Majesty, Yan Chengjin has moved. The shipyard in Liangxiang seems to have a large amount of silver income."

Emperor Hongzhi's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed: "Summon Yan Chengjin to the palace!"

Seeing that the cabinet and the six ministers were still there, it was not convenient, so he said again: "You all have nothing to do, so please leave."

Han Wen and others looked at each other. His Majesty summoned Yan Chengjin. Did he have to be cautious?

When Yan Chengjin heard the summons, he rushed all the way from the Censorate to the palace and began to calculate in his mind that since His Majesty summoned him right after moving, it was most likely for money.

In the Fengtian Hall, there was only Emperor Hongzhi. After he entered the hall, Xiao Jing strode in and closed the door.

It made Yan Chengjin feel like a gangster meeting in secret.

"Your Majesty, I am here to see you."

Emperor Hongzhi smiled and said, "I heard that you moved?"

"I am ashamed that I did not invite your Majesty to celebrate the new house." Yan Chengjin estimated that your Majesty knew about it, so he said, "The shipyard in Liangxiang made 50,000 taels of silver. Your Majesty should get 20,000 taels. I will send it to the palace in a while."

"I don't want to talk about silver. I want to talk about your new house." Emperor Hongzhi smiled.

"..." Yan Chengjin.

For silver, your Majesty even gave up his integrity.

The image of the serious Emperor Hongzhi in his heart became much more glorious.

Your Majesty was frugal all his life, and he kept hoarding silver for the court.

"Your Majesty, should this silver be put into the inner treasury or the national treasury?"

To put it into the inner treasury means to put it into your Majesty's small treasury, and to put it into the national treasury means to let the Ministry of Revenue arrange it.

"Put it into the national treasury." Emperor Hongzhi didn't care.

After leaving the palace, Yan Chengjin wrote a letter and asked the Jinyiwei to deliver it to Liangxiang.

The silver of the shipyard was placed in the warehouse of the government office. Zhang Xian would order people to transfer the silver after seeing the letter.

...

Cheng Minzheng followed Han Simen back to Korea.

The whole country of Korea was grateful. His Majesty not only agreed to enthrone Jincheng Dajun as the king, but also sent envoys to come.

The official position was the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites. Korea had never seen such a high-ranking Ming official.

Cheng Minzheng looked at Gyeongbokgung Palace, the low houses were scattered but not in order, and the wide courtyard was not even paved with gold bricks, but still mud.

It was simply not as good as his mansion in Huizhou...

Jincheng Dajun and Queen Jisun treated him with the highest courtesy.

Hearing that the Ming Dynasty was going to build an embassy in Seoul, he did not think it was inappropriate and arranged a minister's mansion for Cheng Minzheng.

"Sir, is this mansion where we will live in the future?" Liang Xiaoyi asked.

"Not bad."

Cheng Minzheng came to the study and prepared to write a letter to Yan Chengjin: My dear nephew, the establishment of the embassy went smoothly, but the ministers had different opinions on sending troops to Jianzhou, and they might not send troops easily...

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