Yang Yiqing is really old, not when he resigns, he is old and calculated, but he is indeed old, and the last bit of ambition has been taken away.

Including planting soybeans and selling soybean oil, it was just a small game for the old man. If there is one that still makes him a little interested, it is to teach the little cub of the Wang family.

He didn't plan to affect Wang Yue, or rather, he had already given up, and the little guy in front of him, Wang Qing, was a very good choice.

That's right, Wang Yue's eldest son is called Wang Qing.

In his life, he was named after the mountain, and his son's generation was in the water, but somehow he got it, he collided with Yang Yiqing, and the old man had to take the child with him to relieve his boredom.

Wang Yue is not at home, how can others bear Yang Yiqing's soft grinding and hard bubbles, and later, he simply encouraged Sun to hand over his hand, and under the banner of his grandfather, he brought the little guy to his side.

"This is the most tender piece of meat on the beef leg, and there is a pot of vegetable soup and five quail eggs...... Eat them all, and when you turn around, grandpa will take you to catch pheasants. ”

Wang Qing nodded obediently, he was very happy, when he was in the capital, where did he go hunting, at most he fought crickets, and he was always scolded by his mother, Chengde, it was really interesting, I liked it too much.

The little guy kept stuffing things into his mouth and got rid of the little hamster. Yang Yiqing just grabbed the edamame and threw it into his mouth casually, with a faint smile on his face, extremely satisfied.

The old man was not busy, and when he came back from hunting with the little one, and had dinner again, he sat down at his desk. After a day's work, Yang Yiqing had already brewed Zhang Yong's epitaph.

Needless to say, Lao Yang's literary brilliance is needless to say, and the memory of Zhang Yong falls on loyalty and righteousness.

Zhong said that Zhang Yong did not avoid swords and guns, fought on the nine sides for decades, opened the two dynasties, and made great achievements.

As for righteousness, it is to strictly restrain Zhang Yong, although he holds great power, he has never acted recklessly, and he has not connived at his relatives.

It took Yang Yiqing more than an hour to finish writing the epitaph, and after re-copying it, he carefully packed it and then sent someone to Huang Jin.

Another old man is gone, although Zhang Yong has been dead for two or three years, but this time it can be regarded as the conclusion of the coffin.

I don't have a few years to live, but I don't know who will write him an epitaph when the time comes?

But there is one thing, Wang Yue must not be allowed to write, even if he becomes a powerful ghost, he cannot give Wang Yue a chance to bring disaster to himself!

Yang Yiqing snorted and thought.

His epitaph was quickly delivered to Huang Jin, and the little fat man was satisfied.

can finally let the godfather go with peace of mind.

Huang Jin held a grand funeral for Zhang Yong, during which only one person from the Zhang family came, and that was Zhang Rong!

He is Zhang Yong's nephew and has been farming in his hometown.

The Zhang family is not rich, otherwise they would not let the child cut it and enter the palace as a eunuch.

After Zhang Yong gained power, he did help his family buy some land, not much, only 300 acres.

Coincidentally, this time the imperial court was clear, and the limit was set at 500 acres.

However, due to the different population densities, the upper limit varies from place to place, and Zhang Rong handed over half of the land, leaving only 150 acres.

"It's a lot, give you something else, it's a harm to you, I'll give you two calves here, plough the fields and guard the house, you know?"

"Thank you, Grandpa Huang!"

Zhang Rong bowed deeply, his dark face showed a sincere smile.

Can you be a safe and stable farmer, isn't it fragrant?

There is such a large field, and there are two cows, it is enough to live!

Huang Jin's action was immediate, and the effect was outstanding.

He is the master of ceremonies, the henchman of the Son of Heaven, even he can't stop the change, let alone other people's dreams.

It doesn't matter what dignitaries and nobles you have, all of them will be given for nothing.

The Son of Heaven is already a flying dragon riding face, and he can't do it if he doesn't change it.

At this time, Zhu Houxi had already come out of Huai'an with Wang Yue, followed the canal, and went all the way to Yangzhou.

"Yangzhou, it's really a good place, Emperor Yang of Sui was slaughtered here, right?" Zhu Houxi said happily.

Wang Yue doesn't know what to say anymore, what you like to say is what you like!

"By the way, Huang Jin, I remember that you are from Yangzhou?"

Huang Jin scratched his head, "That's right, that's right...... But the slave maid went to Anlu when she was very young, and her impression of Yangzhou was not much, as if she only remembered that her pedicure skills were good. The slave and maid go back and study hard, and then serve the emperor. ”

Zhu Houxi gave him a roll of his eyes.

"You are all the master of ceremonies, and people outside call you the prime minister, so you can't do something serious!"

Huang Jinhan smiled, "That's what they said, slaves and maids always serve the emperor, this is the nature of slaves and maids!" ”

Zhu Houxi sighed speechlessly, turned his head to look at Wang Yue again, and said with a smile: "My luck is really good, you people around you have not caused me trouble, I am content." ”

Zhu Houxi paused, "Wang Yue, how did Li Mo arrange it?" ”

"Liaodong has been allocated."

"It's close!"

Zhu Houxi was furious, "For Lu Bing's sake, I can not kill him, but I am really close to sending him to Liaodong." At least he must be sent overseas, and he will never be allowed to come back! ”

Wang Yue smiled: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the minister asked Li Mo to go over to give him a mission." ”

"What mission?"

"Let him teach the Jurchens."

"What?"

Zhu Houxi wondered if his ears were broken.

"Wang Yue, what the hell are you doing? Jurchens, do you understand Wang Hua? ”

"It's because I don't understand that I need to be taught!" Wang Yue smiled and said: "In the past two years, the rules have been set in the north, and the leaders of the Jurchen tribes must send their sons to the school to learn cultural knowledge first. When the cultural knowledge is qualified, he will be promoted to martial arts, and after graduating from martial arts, he can return to the clan and inherit the family business. Li Mo is in charge of taking cultural courses. ”

Zhu Houxi understood, and a picture suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, a teacher with a blowing beard and glaring, and a bunch of stubborn students who were naughty and shouting and tossing.

"What do you think about this method!" Zhu Houxi shook his head and smiled brightly, "I want to go and see it, this is a good show!" ”

Wang Yue also thinks so.

This time, they went south to solve the problem of Cao Yun and touch the deepest problem of changing the law.

Those traditional Confucian scholars of science and science could not be killed at once.

We must find a place for them to go, otherwise these people have a big stomach, are full of knowledge, and if they don't play well, wouldn't they be tyrannical? It is to be damned.

Use Confucianism to educate barbarians, this is called fighting poison with poison, whether it is a defeat for both sides, or a thing to drop a thing, anyway, the court has nothing to lose.

Li Mo is not the first, and certainly not the last.

Wang Yue had already dug the pit and was just waiting for someone to jump in!

And at this moment, Yangzhou was not unexpected, and fell into a panic.

There are a lot of cao workers in Yangzhou, but more of them are salt workers.

Wang Yue admonished Caogong to form a militia, which was a fatal move...... In the past period of time, there have been seventeen Caokou picked.

Those soil emperors who used to be powerful and blessed either let Qin Benchang cut them down, or sent them overseas.

It doesn't work to have any backers, Huang Jin can't cover it, and other nobles can't do it.

Up and down together, the results are obvious.

The powerful group that monopolized Caoyun in the past was beaten to pieces.

The victory of the Caogong shook the salt workers and stove households.

To say that it is miserable, the life of the stove household is not even as good as the military household.

The so-called stove households are those people who boil the sea to make salt, and they also had special household registration in the Ming Dynasty, which belongs to the kind of endless succession between father and son.

Everyone knows that salt is the most profitable.

But I'm sorry, this interest has nothing to do with their stove households.

If these stove households want to produce salt, they need iron pots, firewood and grass, and the cost is not low. However, the purchase price of the salt farm is far lower than the market price, and in some cases, the stove owner will even lose money.

As a last resort, some stove households tried to sell illicit salt, but this was a severe blow by the imperial court, once discovered, the light ones were in prison, and the heavy ones were confiscated and distributed, and even lost their heads. No jokes.

But the problem is that in recent years, there have been fewer and fewer stove households controlled by the imperial court, and too many stove households have gone to the salt merchants, they do not have to pay salt taxes to the imperial court, no matter how low the price is, they have made a profit.

"Folks, there are caustic workers who have set an example for us, and we can't be ashamed! The big guy stood up, and we also formed a militia to block those roads, and whoever helped the salt merchant to ship smuggled salt, we will detain him...... Then go to the yamen to complain! The field endowment should be average, and the salt class is the same! You say, don't you? ”

"Yes! That's right! ”

Almost overnight, coastal stove households have been launched, and as many as hundreds of thousands of people have swept in.

The magistrate of Yancheng was stupid, and this barefoot ran out of the county yamen, pouting his ass and running to Yangzhou.

Salt work is messed up!

This is not a joke, at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhang Shicheng, who competed with Zhu Yuanzhang for the world, was born as a salt worker, and there are still many people in Jiangnan who read Zhang Shicheng's good.

If a second Zhang Shicheng emerges, stirring up Jiangnan, salt, and Caoyun, all of them will have an accident, and this Ming Dynasty will be in danger!