"Gu shopkeeper, this extra ~~" Song Youliang was a little surprised

"The extra part is a meeting gift from several shopkeepers to the son~~" Gu Yushan said with a smile

Wu Zhizhi of the Jiangsu Guild Hall said in a soft official dialect of Wu Nong: "It's just a small courtesy, it's a little bit of heart for me and a few other shopkeepers, and I also ask the son to smile~~"

"You're polite~~It's so polite~~" Song Youliang sent someone to check the inventory on the one hand, and sent someone to arrange a banquet to entertain several merchants

The guests and hosts sat down separately, and after a few words of greeting, Song Youliang said straight to the point: "Presumably before you come here, the ancient shopkeeper has already told you the purpose of this trip, right?" ”

Li Mingsheng of the Anhui Guild Hall arched his hand and said: "That's natural, it's just that the ancient shopkeeper can't eat 50,000 stones of grain every year, and the six of us can't eat enough." I wonder if Song Gongzi can think about it again? ”

Song Youliang thought for a while and replied: "50,000 stone is already 30% of the annual grain production of Haiyang at present, and the current year is not good, so I always have enough rations." However, you can rest assured that within three years, Haiyang will be able to harvest millions of stones of grain every year~"

"What a big breath~~" The shopkeepers sighed secretly in their hearts

"So, at the moment, I will underwrite a maximum of 100,000 stones for you~Six equals~" Song Youliang smiled: "There will be no limit in the future~"

"Refreshing~" Ji Hui's shopkeeper in Xi'an clapped his hands, "Ji someone likes to be happy~Ji someone will pack 20,000 stones~"

"I also want 20,000 stones~"

"I'm fifteen~~"

The grain was sold, and Song Qianjin, Jiang Huairen, Xu Renbiao and others saw the silver all over the house, and they had nothing to say at all, and they held it for a long time before they held back the words "turning stones into gold". When Song Youliang put the silver in the hands of Jiang Huairen and the others according to the tenfold rebate, Jiang Huairen twisted Xu Renbiao's arm hard

"Ouch~~" Xu Renbiao screamed in pain, "Why are you screwing me?" ”

"I'll see if I'm dreaming~~" Jiang Huairen stammered

"Then you should screw yourself~~" Xu Renbiao also screwed Jiang Huairen fiercely

"Oops~~It hurts~~" Jiang Huairen also screamed

Immediately, there was a strange sound of crying and laughing in Song Qianjin's room

While Gu Yushan and other merchants transported grain, they also sent their men to set up shops in Haiyang, from daily necessities such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, to pots and pans, and then to the cloth village wine store, Haiyang gradually became prosperous. According to Sun Hejing's statistics, as of October of the tenth year of Chongzhen, there were 7,432 people in Haiyang, 190,000 mu of cultivated land, and 110,000 stone of grain. The grain underwritten by the six major merchants is expected to provide a profit of 150,000 taels for Hai Duong this year.

Beijing

As soon as the day dawned, the streets of Beijing were already banned, and only wild dogs occasionally appeared and barked a few times. At important intersections, several groups of soldiers were guarded, interrogating the occasional passer-by. Martial law notices were posted everywhere on the walls of the streets and alleys, and occasional men crossed the streets and alleys. Red or white paper lanterns are hung at the door of every house, blown by the northwest wind, swaying weakly under the eaves, which looks particularly poignant.

There are soldiers and horses patrolling the city, and it is forbidden to walk at night, but there is still a life of spending and drinking in the courtyard of the deep house. In those palaces that were closer to the imperial city, for fear of being heard by the palace, they did not use gongs and drums, or even silk and bamboo, when singing and dancing, and only let the courtesans gently point the board with red sandalwood or ivory clappers, and sing in a low voice, sometimes the singing voice was as thin as a hair, as if there was nothing or not, and it was constantly circling on the exquisitely painted roof beams, and the hosts and guests stopped to hold their glasses in their hands, and their toes lightly tapped on the ground, or they watched quietly, or closed their eyes slightly to appreciate, and the rhythm was so slow that they almost stopped breathing. As soon as the singing stopped, they frequently nodded their heads in appreciation, happily persuaded the wine to let the food, guessed the fists, and the cranes that stayed on the ancient cypress trees in the backyard of the Taimiao Temple and the pine trees in the coal mountain flew up in flocks from time to time, hovering over the Forbidden City and the East City

In the past two days, 70,000 or 80,000 people have fled from nearby prefectures and counties, and there is nowhere to shelter them. They shivered in the biting cold wind, **, whined, sighed. The women whispered to the old man, mourning and weeping. The children shrunk together in their mother's arms, crying and crying out for hunger, tearing apart the hearts of adults. But when the patrol soldiers sent by the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses approached, they were patient for the time being, and did not dare to say anything. Today, hundreds of refugees die every day, as many as two or three hundred. Although there are porridge factories in all five cities, the mortality rate is increasing, especially among the elderly and children. The northeast wind is blowing tonight, and the cold is terrible, and who knows how many corpses, large and small, will be carried to the mass graveyard tomorrow morning?

Tonight, Emperor Chongzhen dined with his favorite concubine Tian in Chengqian Palace. As the grandson of Emperor Wanli and the younger brother of Emperor Tianqi, although he is still a twenty-six-year-old young man, he has long been in order to support the crumbling country, delusional to make the extremely corrupt regime of the Ming Dynasty not only avoid extinction, but also delusional to be able to prosper, he himself will become the "lord of Zhongxing", so he struggled desperately, feeling melancholy, so that the original white cheeks now look pale and haggard under a few palace lights, there are already a few deep crow's feet at the corners of his small eyes, and his eye sockets are also a little dark

The emperor's imperial meal was very simple, mainly vegetables, with only two meat dishes, which was not even comparable to ordinary wealthy people. Chongzhen himself has naturally been extremely diligent, but the more he wants to "make great efforts" over the years, the more it seems that he is throwing his heart and soul in the air, and achieving nothing, only to see that the situation in the country is particularly difficult, one day is like a day, and all kinds of documents sent into the palace every day fall like snowflakes on the imperial case, for there are too many documents, and the province is afraid that it is not as good as it, and he misses the important one, he took the method used in the Song Dynasty, and asked the General Administration Department to write out the reason with yellow paper when receiving the document, and paste it in front, which is called leading to yellow, and then use yellow paper to write out the summary of the content, and paste it in the back, which is called pasting yellow. In this way, he can first take a look at the introduction of yellow and paste yellow, and if it is not too important, he does not need to read the full text in detail, but the emergency military secret music and Tang report are sent to the palace as they arrive, and there is no yellow introduction as usual, let alone yellow pasting. Therefore, despite this method, he still has endless paperwork every day, often sleeping after the third watch, and sometimes sleepless all night. Today, he didn't leave the imperial case for a whole afternoon.

After the meal, in order to relieve the emperor's boredom, Concubine Tian presented him a volume of "Qunfang Tu" drawn by herself. This is twenty-four pieces of fine brush flowers, Chongzhen is very appreciative on weekdays, and specially called the royal supervisor to use the precious yellow brocade to decorate the book. He flipped through it casually and saw that in addition to the original Yangwen Zhuyin of "Chengqian Palace Seal" on each album, there was also a Yinwen Zhuyin Zhuyin of "Nanxun Secret Play", which was even more ancient. He had promised to inscribe a few words or a poem on each page, and Concubine Tian also knelt down to thank him for his promise, but after several months, he had no time and lacked the leisure and leisure to write poems. While absentmindedly browsing the album, he asked a eunuch standing next to him:

"Did you dive high?"

"Your Majesty said to summon him in the Wenhua Palace, and he is already there to wait for the Holy Driver."

"Yang Sichang hasn't arrived yet?"

"He is patrolling the city around Qihuamen, and he has already sent someone to summon him to break into the palace, and he will be there soon."

"What about Luo Yang's sex? Did the horsemen he sent back? ”

"I just arrived, I'm waiting outside the hall~~"

"Xuan~" Chongzhen came to the spirit

Suddenly, two brocade guards wearing flying fish suits walked into the hall quickly, "Chen Luo nourished and knocked to see Your Majesty~"

"Minister Wu Mengming knocks to see Your Majesty~~" The person who came was the commander of Jinyiwei Luo Yangxing, and behind him was Wu Mengming, the commander of Jinyiwei, that is, the next one of Luo Yangxing.

"What's going on with Haiyang?" Chongzhen asked straight to the point

"Returning to Your Majesty~ Song Youliang of Haiyang was a great success in opening up the wasteland, and the golden wheat waves are endless, like the sea~" Wu Mengming said in a colorful voice, "But the tree is a big wind, and it was targeted by a sound horse in Shandong~~ When the horse took Song Youliang to Jinan Township to try, the loss of Haiyang was not small~"

"Oh?" Chongzhen frowned slightly, "Later~"

"That Song Youliang's newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and he led nearly a thousand military households to kill Shangshan Liang and wiped out Bantianyun's gang." Wu Mengming replied loudly

"Hmph~~" Chongzhen patted the handrail and said angrily: "What are these feudal officials doing on weekdays?" I know that the party is the same and different, and I know how to make money. If you really want them to donate money, they will not pull out a dime, and they will be generous and heroic when they reach out to me to ask for silver, why don't you learn from this small military household, self-reliance, self-reliance, self-reliance, self-reliance. I see, this small military household should be a model for the world~~" After scolding, Chongzhen said to Wu Mengming: "After you go back, you will sort out the situation in Haiyang in detail, tomorrow morning, you tell the ministers, I want to take this opportunity to spur the ministers~~ I also want to order someone to write a newspaper and spread it all over the world~"

"Obey~"

"Your Majesty~~" Concubine Ditian, who had been silently on the side, suddenly interjected: "Forgive the concubine for being rude, the concubine thinks that taking the opportunity to spur the little military household has pushed that little military household to the forefront, and if it is spread all over the world, it will make him a target for the ministers to fall~"

"Hmm~" Chongzhen calmed down and thought about it, and felt that Concubine Tian's words were reasonable, so he dispelled the idea of spreading the news all over the world, "In this way, I will be promoted to a commander with merits such as clearing the wasteland, taking in the homeless, and exterminating the horse thieves~~"

"Your Majesty~~" Luo Yangxing interrupted Chongzhen's words and interjected: "This Song Youliang is only a weak crown, and he has not been promoted to such an official position, I am afraid that the ministers will be admonished again~~"

"If you give advice, you will know that you will know that you will admonish~~~" Chongzhen was aroused again

"Your Majesty, the minister has a roundabout way~" Wu Mengming said cautiously

"Speak~~"

Wu Mengming replied: "Then Song Youliang's father Song Qianjin is a thousand households in Haiyang, 59 years old this year, only Song Youliang has such a son, and he has long been reported to the Ministry of War for the record, and Song Youliang will replace him in the future." And Song Qianjin is almost at the age of substitute. It is better to give Song Qianjin the rank of commander, general of Wu Liu, and captain of the light car, and give him the rank of commander in advance, and his son Song Youliang will replace him, so that he can bypass the mouth of Youyou~~"

"Well~~That's it~" Chongzhen finally showed a long-lost smile