Liu Bixian sat in the section room of the general's yamen, the table in front of him was full of case documents, several businessmen stood around, and the stars spoke around Liu Bixian.

"Mr. Liu, what we are waiting for the right person to discuss, Mr. Wanwang will help to accomplish it." A fat man with three strands of beard bent over with a flattering smile on his face, "If it can be done, I will not dare to forget the merit of my husband." ”

"The stakes are big, and we must meet the general together to make a decision, so please don't be impatient." Liu Bixian took a sip of the teacup and said lightly.

"When will the general return?" A tall, middle-aged businessman asked, his thin face looking anxious.

Yang Ming, accompanied by Ding Yousan, inspected the refugee camp. Under Liu Bixian's management, the situation of the refugees has improved greatly, on the school grounds, rows of shacks are neatly built, the refugees are divided into districts according to each township and each district, the stoves are also concentrated, and the stewards of each district go to receive food on a daily basis to ensure that the district supplies one porridge and rice every day. As for the essential work such as digging ditches, carrying firewood, and removing garbage, the steward arranged for the refugees to take turns on duty.

Of course, this free porridge and rice every day can only ensure that people do not starve to death, and if you want to eat well, you have to find a job to cook. The walls have been repaired, the houses on the edge of the school grounds are still working, and large groups of refugees are gathered outside the construction site in the hope of finding a job to do, not only for food, but also for wages.

Ding Yousan's subordinates have more family members, in addition to the team of people who entered the city with Yang Ming who were filled with more than 100 family members, the refugees who entered the city on the twenty-second day were even more overcrowded, so that Ding Yousan was very nervous about which one to leave behind in addition to careful selection. According to Yang Ming's instructions, the family requires a strong body, honest and loyal, and those who are oily and treacherous and cowardly do not want it. However, there were so many people who came to sign up that Ding Yousan had to ask Yang Ming to increase and raise the standard.

The group walked through the school field with the kneeling and thanking of the refugees, and walked dozens of steps south along the street at the entrance of the school field to Xiangyang Lane. There were several blacksmiths and bow shops on the street adjacent to the alley, and these craftsmen were mainly engaged in the business of the garrison, repairing weapons and bows for the soldiers.

At the door of the blacksmith shop was a blazing charcoal stove, and the shirtless blacksmith picked up a red-hot iron ingot, placed it on the cutting board, swung the hammer, and smashed it down with a ding-dong sound. The sparks on the chopping board splattered in all directions, and a few splashed on the blacksmith's body, disappearing without a trace in sweat.

In the nearby Ju Yuan Kee Bow Shop, a sergeant with a leather quiver on his waist stood in front of the counter, watching the craftsmen in the counter trim his horn bow. The craftsman was very old, and his calloused hands held the tips of the bow, baking on a brass-covered oil lamp. As soon as the fire arrived, the old craftsman quickly pressed the horn bow on a wooden board shaped like a zither, wrenched the bow hard, and raised the horn bow to squint at Yingliang. After repeating it several times, he felt satisfied, and handed the horned bow to the sergeant outside the counter.

The sergeant held the two ends of the horn bow with both hands, tried his strength back and forth, took out the bowstring from the quiver and hung it on the lower bow tip, then buckled the lower bow tip to the ankle of his left foot, crossed the belly of the bow with his right leg, held the upper bow tip with his right hand and pulled it inward, and with his left hand, the string was hung up.

"What a look back at the moon!" Yang Ming exclaimed softly. In the previous world, Yang Ming also played the recurve bow, and he knew the winding action of looking back at the moon, but Yang Ming couldn't do it himself for the heavy bow, so he could only use special tools.

The sergeant turned around and was stunned when he saw Ding Yousan and Yang Ming, then knelt down on one knee and arched his hand: "Little Xie Qingyuan has seen General Yang and Master Ding. Obviously, Yang Ming's strange camouflage uniform and Kevlar helmet made the sergeant guess the identity of the person next to Ding Yousan.

"No need to be polite, please get up." Yang Ming reached out and held Sergeant's arm.

"How strong is this bow?" Yang Ming asked.

"Back to the general's words, the small one uses a twelve-force bow." Xie Qingyuan replied.

Twelve forces, this is already the level of the elite white armor soldiers of the Houjin. Yang Ming took the bow from Xie Qingyuan's hand, and tried it with both hands, the strength was very strong, even with Yang Ming's military physique, without special training, there was no way to pull this bow.

"Good bow." Yang Ming looked at the birch bark wrapped around the bow and sighed. Bows and arrows are most afraid of moisture, birch bark has excellent waterproof properties, the best bows are wrapped in birch bark, and the inferior ones are lacquered.

"Where did you play before?" Yang Ming asked.

"Back to the general's words, the small one is the archers of the Chinese army under the command of General Zhao Shujiao......"

"Oh?" Yang Ming was a little surprised.

"In the next battle of Zunhua City, the small one shot at the Tartars, and shot twenty-six arrows in a row. The little one was exhausted and couldn't protect General Zhao......"

It takes a lot of arm strength to open the bow, an archer who can shoot eight arrows in a row is qualified, and if he can shoot twelve arrows in a row, that is the best archer, this Xie Qingyuan can shoot twenty-six arrows in a row, which is simply extremely strong. Of course, Yang Ming estimated that the time span of his "continuous shooting" should be relatively long, and the strength of the last few arrows must have been discounted.

"General, every shot of the small one is full of bows." Xie Qingyuan sensed Yang Ming's question, "It's been more than a month, and my little arm has not been able to move, until I took refuge in the general and ate a full meal for a few days, and I recovered a little." ”

"Oh. Is this your bow? Yang Ming returned the horn bow to Xie Qingyuan, it was a little strange that Xie Qingyuan could still carry the bow in the pile of prisoners for more than a month.

"If you go back to the general, the small bow will be destroyed on the battlefield. When the small bow went to the General's Mansion to register, the housekeeper of the General's Mansion learned that the small one was the archer under the command of General Zhao Shujiao, so she specially asked the small one to go to the treasury to select it. ”

"Oh, that's great."

Xu Xiaoniang got the power to take charge of the letter seal, and she asked Ding to register in the general's mansion and verify that it was correct before eating food, which Yang Ming knew.

A wild goose swept across the sky in the corner, spreading its wings and chirping into the sky.

Between the stone, fire and lightning, Xie Qingyuan drew arrows, strings, sideways, bent bows, in one go, with a thunderbolt, the geese in the sky fell down with arrows in their shafts, the people on the street let out a burst of exclamation, and several children pulled into the alley to find the direction of the falling geese.

It is gold that will always have a chance to shine, and Xie Qingyuanlu's hand made Yang Ming feel very satisfied.

"General Ding, how many archers are there in our team?" Yang Ming turned back to Ding Yousan and asked.

"General, there are about twenty or thirty." Ding Yousan replied.

"Draw these archers into a team and hand them over to Xie Qingyuan to lead."

Xie Qingyuan threw himself on his knees and said loudly: "General Xie cultivates!" The little one is willing to die for the general! ”

Yang Ming returned to the General's Mansion, and the merchants were in a hurry in the department.

"General, these are the owners of several rice shops and money houses in Shunyi City." Liu Bixian introduced to Yang Ming.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

In the past few days, Liu Bixian paid wages to the craftsmen and advanced monthly salaries to the sergeants (family members), and the business in the market in Shunyi City suddenly boomed. The sharp increase in the consumer population has caused the supply pressure of various stores, seeing that the end of the year is approaching, the market consumption demand is very large, and the merchants are watching the people holding the currency to buy, but they are suffering from not having enough goods to sell, this feeling of looking at the money but not making money is simply frustrating.

Before the change of Jisi, the price of grain in Beijing was less than two taels of silver per stone, since the Jin army broke through the border, the transportation was cut off, the grain in the south could not be transported, the price of grain in Beijing and nearby areas skyrocketed, and the grain price of one stone rose to four taels or even six taels. The businessmen knew that as long as the Houjin army left and the transportation was restored, the price of grain would soon fall, so this was a rare arbitrage opportunity. Not only that, but the same is true for other supplies, such as salt, cloth, etc. Now only Yang Ming has grain and cloth in his hands in Shunyi City, and the heads of several large stores decided to borrow grain from Yang Ming after discussion, and not only to borrow grain, but also other cloth, salt, spices, and even silver, as long as Yang Ming is willing, they all want to borrow.

The price offered by the merchants was two and four percent per annum, which was equivalent to 24% of the interest a year, which was a decent interest rate and was considered the average level under normal circumstances in the Ming Dynasty at that time. But with the current situation, the merchants will definitely raise the price of grain and make huge profits, and the interest given to Yang Ming is only a small part of their profits.

That is, in terms of grain, even if the merchants sold it at the price of four taels and one stone, after a year, the price of grain dropped to one or two or five dollars and one stone, which was more than double the profit, and Yang Ming was only given a quarter.

In contrast, the borrowing of silver seems to be repaying the duty, the price of grain will fluctuate, the silver itself is fixed, the merchants put the silver out, collect a three-point and six-percent interest a year, and give Yang Ming two-point and four-cent, it seems that the businessman only took one-third of the profit, but in fact, the businessman's vision is not limited to this.

Most of the refugees in Shunyi are villagers from Gyeonggi, and their families usually have land. The refugees had nothing on them, so they had to use the land as collateral to borrow money, and when they mortgaged it, the price of the land was lowered, and when the money was not paid, the land fell into the hands of the lenders cheaply.

"It's okay to borrow grain or silver, but I have to set a rule." Yang Ming said solemnly to the businessmen.

"General, but please command."

"When you sell grain, the price shall not exceed two or five cents and one stone; When the money is released, the interest rate cannot be higher than two or four percent. Also, compound interest cannot be calculated. ”

Yang Ming didn't want to interfere with market prices. The operation of the market has its own laws, and forcible intervention can only end up being a lose-lose situation for consumers, businesses, and those in power. Forcing merchants to sell at government-set prices, as Venerella did, only to end up with the market withering, the black market rampant, and the economy collapsing. As an Ivy League student, Yang Ming still has this bit of economic common sense, but it is a time of war, and it is still necessary to take a little emergency measures.

The merchants looked at each other and did not speak for a moment.

"Whether I borrow grain or silver, I only charge one cent of interest." Yang Ming himself took a step back first.

"Well, as the general said." The businessmen were a little discouraged, but firstly, they had to bow their heads, and secondly, they had no capital anyway, and they could earn more than 10 or 20 percent of the profits by turning them empty-handed, which was not satisfactory.

"Well, that's a deal. How much grain do you want to borrow, just ask Mr. Liu to handle it. After that, Yang Ming arched his hand and was about to leave.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the lobby, and it seemed that someone was shouting "Wronged!" ”

Yang Ming looked at Liu Bixian with inquiring eyes, Liu Bixian shook his head, hurriedly took a few steps forward and walked in front, leading a group of people from the department to the lobby.

"General, Mr. Liu, Master Ding, I caught two spies." The sergeants handed over their hands and reported.

"Spies?" Liu Bixian asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"My lord, I am wronged, the villain is not a spy, and the villain is not a spy." A middle-aged couple knelt in the lobby and argued loudly.

Liu Bixian looked at Yang Ming, and when he saw Yang Ming standing still, he had no choice but to cough, walked to the Taishi table on the west side of the lobby and sat down, and was shocked, and shouted coldly: "Silence!" ”

The main seat on the north side of the lobby is Yang Ming's seat, and Liu Bixian will not be stupid enough to sit on it himself.

"What's going on in the hall, tell me the truth." Liu Bixian ordered.

"Mr. Liu, the little one was standing guard outside the yamen, and when he saw these two people sneaky, he had been snooping at the yamen for a long time, and the little one was staring at them attentively. I didn't want these two people to leave the yamen, and peeped outside the corner gate, and tried to follow the servants in the palace to get in, so the little one quickly arrested them. A sergeant said with his fists clenched.

"Is that the case?" Liu Bixian turned his gaze to the couple and asked awe-inspiringly.

"Adult, the small one is not a spy, the small one is not a spy......" The man kneeling on the ground looked terrified, and his mouth kept repeating.

"It's not a spy, why do you want to spy on the military plane?" Liu Bixian slapped the shocked wood and asked.

The man trembled with fear, whimpering in his mouth, but could not utter a complete sentence.

However, the woman beside him was still a little bold, knelt on the ground and raised her head, and said to Liu Bixian: "My lord, we are not spying on the military situation, our husband and wife are just here to find their daughter." After speaking, his eyes turned to staring at Yang Ming, and the pathos on his face still couldn't hide his handsome color.

"Daughter?" Yang Ming suddenly realized, "You mean those women who were captured and plundered by the Tartar soldiers?" ”

"Exactly. My lord, please return our daughter, my lord's great kindness, our husband and wife will never forget. The woman slammed her head on the ground.

"My lord, be gracious and return your daughter to the younger couple. The small one has land at home, and when the Tartar soldiers leave, the little one will return to his hometown to sell his house and land, and he must not dare to shorten the adult to a penny of silver......" The man saw that Yang Ming was not angry, and he spoke a little more neatly, kowtowing to Yang Ming vigorously, the blood on his forehead seeped out, oozing dust, and there was indescribable pathos and fear.

"Guys, get up!" Yang Ming said anxiously, "Who wants your silver?" Get up, come on, pull them up......"

The sergeants pulled up the couple who were kneeling on the ground, and Yang Ming stepped forward and asked, "What is the name of your daughter?" ”

"Don't worry, these women were captured by the Tartar soldiers, and then put them in my house, so they were eaten, drunk and served, and I didn't touch them with a finger......"

"My lord, my family's surname is Qin, and the little girl's name is Qicui." The woman spoke clearly.

"Okay, you guys wait here, I'll go see if there's any of them." After that, Yang Ming walked out of the back door of the lobby quickly, went down the steps, and trotted all the way along the stone straight road in the middle line of the front yard into the hanging flower door of the inner house.