The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Yan Chengjin has nothing to do in the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

Wu Kuan drank tea in the duty room and occasionally wrote a letter, but did not come to see him.

After paying off, return to the mansion.

Wang Busui came again: "Master, Qiao Xinyuan has come again. He is still collecting raw silk and colored silk in Liangxiang. The price is much higher. This will cut off our financial path."

Liangxiang and Shanxi are close to each other. As business grows, collisions will inevitably occur.

However, Qiao Xinyuan was really despicable by raising the price of raw silk.

The raw silk Liangxiang wanted to receive could only be higher than his price.

…

A restaurant in Beijing.

Qiao Xinyuan personally poured wine for Jiao Fang and said with a smile: "The villain collected a batch of raw silk in Liangxiang. If they don't sell the workshop, they can't continue making it."

Jiao Fang put down the wine glass and said: "I have accepted your favor and will only help you this time. Your Majesty does not like businessmen disrupting the market order, so be careful."

"Don't worry, sir. The student knows what he knows." Qiao Xinyuan ordered someone to bring up a box of silver.

…

Fengtian Temple,

After Emperor Hongzhi read the memorials from the Metropolitan Procuratorate, he looked at Wu Kuan and said, "The Metropolitan Procuratorate has issued fewer impeachment memorials recently. I remember that when Dai Shan was here, I had to read five magazines every day."

Wu Kuan said hurriedly: "It is also a good thing if the government and the public are clear and clear, and there are no bullets."

Liu Jian and Li Dongyang nodded slightly and smiled.

Jiao Fang lowered her head, not daring to look at Emperor Hongzhi.

He was still a little wary of Yan Chengjin's remarks, and he was relieved to hear that there was no comment from the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

After leaving the palace gate, he met Wu Kuan. The two were assistant officers in the Ministry of Personnel together and they were very familiar with each other.

"Brother Yuan Bo, it seems that Yan Chengjin was not seen in court today?"

Wu Kuan said with a smile: "That guy took a day off. It's rare for him to have some free time. Brother Meng Yang, do you want to go to our Metropolitan Procuratorate for tea?"

"No need, Brother Yu has something important to do and needs to return to the hotel room."

…

Yanfu,

Wang Busui came to report to Yan Chengjin that the price of Liangxiang's workshop had also been raised, and he spent twice as much as usual to buy it. He felt very sorry for him.

Yan Chengjin didn't care.

Your Majesty will naturally know what you should know.

He walked around the capital and returned to his mansion.

"The food in Liangxiang is becoming more and more abundant, so we can use it to make wine and open a winery in Liangxiang."

In the early Ming Dynasty, it was stipulated that no brewing was allowed.

Since winemaking requires grain, Zhu Yuanzhang issued a ban in order to save grain.

But in later generations, it gradually became more relaxed.

Wang Busui didn't understand why the young master suddenly wanted to start the winery business.

"Master, now there are Shandong Qiulubai, Jiangxi Magu wine, Dongyang wine, etc. in the Ming Dynasty. Without special wine recipes, it is extremely difficult to make wine.

This Qiu Lubai is Qiao Xinyuan's business name. "

It is extremely difficult to run a winery business without a secret recipe.

"The wine I make is naturally special." Yan Chengjin said to He Neng: "Prepare a stone mill, I want to make wine."

How could he not be surprised? The young master would mess with him every now and then, and he was too lazy to say anything.

Clean the stone mill in front of the shop and find a bucket of wheat.

To make wine, you need to make koji first.

Yan Chengjin wants to make wine, but the white wine on the market is too turbid and too expensive. Making it by yourself will greatly save costs.

Wash the wheat with the skin in well water and dry it in the sun.

July is the perfect month to make this kind of wine.

Yan Chengjin took a carriage to Liangxiang and went straight to Liangxiang Yamen. "I want a large piece of land. Can you arrange it?"

Zhang Xian bowed slightly: "I'm afraid we can't arrange it. Now the huts of the refugees can hardly accommodate them."

The huts cost no money, and the refugees do not have high requirements for the living environment. They treat them as their own homes.

After hearing that she was having more and more children, Yan Chengjin couldn't help complaining. Sure enough, she just wanted to have enough food and clothing, and she only wanted to have children in vain.

Staying in a good hometown is definitely not a long-term solution.

Yan Chengjin planned to transport some of the refugees to Hainan.

Hainan has a vast territory and a sparse population. There is a lack of people to cultivate the land, so it just needs to re-register a large number of people into the yellow rolls.

Need to report to His Majesty.

An hour later,

Yan Chengjin entered the palace, returned to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, wrote a memorial, and submitted it to Fengtian Hall.

Emperor Hongzhi asked doubtfully: "Immigration?"

"I want to permanently move the five thousand refugees from Liangxiang to Hainan. A few days ago, I received a letter from Xu Jinzhong. Apart from the Li people, there are very few people in Hainan, and there is nowhere to recruit troops."

If Hainan wants to build a guard station around the island, it will require countless strong men to serve.

Han Wen thought for a while and said: "In the early Ming Dynasty, Emperor Gao mobilized tens of millions of refugees in Pingyang, Zezhou, and Fenzhou in Shanxi to farm in various places."

There is nowhere to live when the spring mud returns, and there are few people inhabiting the red land thousands of miles away.

Whenever there is a scarcity of population in a certain area after a major drought or military disaster, large-scale immigration will be mobilized.

Is the life of the refugees in Liangxiang so good now? Emperor Hongzhi was shocked.

After receiving the court's order, he ordered people to go to Liangxiang and let the ship stop for another two days.

Zhang Xian posted a notice at the Liangxiang Yamen and stood in front of the Yamen: "Hainan has become as fertile as Jiangnan. If you are willing to leave for Hainan and settle down, I will reward you with ten taels of silver."

Liangxiang was in a state of agitation.

It's good to get money, but if you need to leave the capital and take root in Hainan, you have to think carefully.

"Although ten taels of silver are good, I still have land in a good land."

"I heard that Hainan is a place of exile. Why did Mr. Zhang drive us there?"

After hearing the news, the refugees came.

Looking at the notice, there are many literate refugees working in the workshop, so I can get a rough idea by staring at the notice.

The refugees lived well in Liangxiang and did not understand why the court wanted to drive them away.

After reading the notice, they were a little scared.

Zhang Xian said: "If you go to Hainan, I guarantee that you can get more land."

Liang Zhong did not want to move. He would sell fart cakes in Hainan.

In Liangxiang, his descendants can still take the engineer exam.

"At least two acres of land!"

Hearing this, many refugees signed up and prepared to go to Hainan with their families.

More than 600 households moved out of the straw huts in Liangxiang, and most of them were empty.

Even so, there was not enough land.

Yan Chengjin took a carriage to stroll to the west of Liangxiang, and Zhang Xian said in embarrassment: "Sir, this is the territory of Fangshan."

Fangshan and Liangxiang are close to each other, with a fertile land in the middle.

Yan Chengjin had planned to expand Liangxiang to be comparable to Shuntian Prefecture.

Because merchants did not go west, Fangshan looked extremely quiet, a place where no birds sh*t and no chickens lay eggs.

The fields here are planted with crops, and the mountains are planted with corn, in patches.

…

Fangshan, government office.

Gongzuo sat in the government office, thinking that no one would come to report a case today, so he raised his sleeves, wiped the gavel, and prepared to go off duty.

“Master, the book sent by Liangxiang.” The doorman came in trotting.

Liangxiang was famous in Shuntian Prefecture and was rich enough to rival a country.

As a county under Shuntian Prefecture, Fangshan still owed taxes to the court. Gongzuo was worried about how to continue to default on this year’s summer tax.

“Liangxiang wants my Fangshan land? I live on these few acres of land, I won’t give it to you!”

The county magistrate took the book and looked at it, his eyes shining: “Master, this is a good thing!”

Gongzuo was furious, “What’s good about it? It’s just these few acres of land. If I give it to Liangxiang, I’ll be left with nothing! How to pay this year’s summer tax?”

The summer tax is a fixed amount, and the yellow book clearly shows how much each county pays.

If the Ministry of Revenue does not change the tax items, giving away the land is equivalent to giving the land to others and paying taxes for them.

It is extremely difficult to change the tax amount of the Ministry of Revenue.

The county magistrate smiled and said, "Don't we owe tax silver? If half of the merchants in Liangxiang come to our Fangshan to do business, we can also collect tax silver.

If the land is not given, we will let Liangxiang move here."