The reason for this is that Zhu Youlang's idea of farming with peace of mind is different from his interests.

Since the Ming army captured Ava, Zhao Quanzhong took the dry shares of many businesses in the city by virtue of speculation, and he himself also ran a rice shop, and the most direct impact of conquering Ava on the rice industry guild in the city was that there were nearly 10,000 more mouths, and according to the calculation that each person consumes at least two stones of grain per year, the price of one stone of grain is about one tael of silver, which is an extra market of almost 20,000 taels of silver.

In this newly added cake, the businessmen naturally "honored" him a lot.

If the Ming army left Burma and entered Yunnan, then the army's food supply might be able to interfere with itself, and even if it couldn't, he could take advantage of the high price of grain in the city to choose whether to hoard Juqi or put grain for political capital. As long as the option of the defeat of the Ming army is ruled out, it will be explained to him that the army's exit from Burma and into Yunnan is a sure deal.

And the probability of the defeat of the Ming army is about the same as the probability of the real occurrence of the worrying allusion, in fact, there is only the difference between a small victory and a big victory. When the Ming army arrives in various places, it will inevitably clean up some disobedient snakes, and can they also share a little of the cake vacated by these people?

Taking Ava City as a starting point, the cities in the mountains unfolded in his mind, and the familiar place names were constantly beating in his mind, although there were guilds in any industry, firmly controlling the purchase and sales channels and the division of goods, but in front of the Ming army's gun, no rules on paper could compare to the scorching buckshot. There are so many assets and so many industries, even if you meddle in two or three!

Compared with other industries, rice is a necessity, and profits do not fluctuate much, and even if they can make profits by hoarding in times of famine, this excess profit is actually divided by the bureaucrats in half, and they do not have much left in their hands. Lu Buwei understood the truth more than a thousand years ago, and there was no reason why Zhao Quanzhong didn't understand.

"If you want to get a few generations of wealth for your children and grandchildren, you have to be cunning and three-hole, and the profits of this industry will be lower and lower in the future, and your own children..."

Zhao Quanzhong was displaced when he was a teenager, and he only had a son at the age of forty-five, and in this era it can almost be said that he had a son in old age, and Zhao Quanzhong, who thought that he would not live for ten years, seriously doubted that the businessmen who were now smiling at him would treat his son who was not yet weak in a hundred years.

Having many children and blessings is not superstition at this time, but the truth understanding of the prisoner's dilemma. Whether in rural or urban areas, the number of men is an important factor in a family, and a family without a man is like a child holding gold in the downtown area, and it will inevitably become the first target to be eliminated in the death competition.

Thinking of what happened to him when he was young, the deep fear in his heart even gave him the urge to slaughter the entire city of Ava...

Whether or not you can succeed this time is extremely important for your own posthumous affairs.

Of course, Zhao Quanzhong is not the kind of person who is short-sighted and mantis as a car, and after a brief analysis of the situation he has known, he has six or seven points of certainty in his heart:

Many of the old literati who supported the emperor's ideas did not even regain their official positions, and were brushed down by the lessons that he saw as a yellow-mouthed child could learn; The Wuxun group, which had been resting for a long time, was gearing up one by one, planning to use Myanmar as a base to counterattack Yunnan. The emperor has always relied on and relied on Wuxun before, and was even able to "take officials as teachers" on the way to escape, in fact, it gave the Wuxun group room to meddle in government affairs--- not to mention that these people have flourished in a few years, let's just say that now the small imperial court has set up more than 50 counties in Burma, and more than 30 county orders are retired low-level officers. These county magistrates met their old bosses, or even their bosses' superiors...... Zhao Quanzhong felt that this picture was too beautiful.

As for this so-called consultation, Zhao Quanzhong disagreed. Myanmar is not Yunnan, Yunnan can still find a group of people in Kunming and other places to show talent to serve as the so-called social elites, compared to a group of businessmen and lords to discuss national affairs, or military, Zhao Quanzhong is more willing to believe that they are the mud bodhisattvas invited by the emperor.

"Weichen Zhao Quanzhong see Your Majesty."

Zhu Youlang pointed to the chair, "Needless to say, I know that Zhao Aiqing came this time to persuade me to go north to restore China." Look, this stack is all urging me to seize the opportunity and return to the old capital. ”

Zhao Quanzhong didn't dare to interrupt, so he had to listen first. "Yes, human nature, there is nothing incomprehensible. However, if today's Ming is the same as the Ming of the past, how can China be restored? ”

Zhao Quanzhong said that after decades of war, the land was barren, the population had decreased sharply, and the contradiction between man and land was not so prominent, at least we could both die and maintain a wave of prosperity, but I didn't dare to show a little complaining on my face. "There is Ma Jixiang who was beheaded in Zhongxing, who dares to disturb the dynasty with Chongzhen, Hongguang and other dynasties?"

"Anyone can say beautiful words, but beautiful words can't solve the problem." Zhu Youlang firmly grasped the leading power of the conversation, "I think that the change in Jiashen is the result of the land issue in the final analysis. If I don't solve the land problem, then even if there are only tens of millions of people in the land of China now, there will be hundreds of millions of people in China in the future, and I don't want my children and grandchildren to be forced to rebel in the face of a group of hungry people in ragged clothes and bamboo poles in a hundred or two hundred years. I ran all the way from Guangdong to Burma, and I don't know where my descendants will run in the future. ”

"I once heard a philosopher tell such a story. There is a small island on the east side of the ocean, which has been inhabited by some natives for generations, and the natives gather and fish for food. Canoes are needed for fishing, and after a few hundred years, because the island is small and there are more and more people, the trees are slowly cut down. Without trees to make wood, the natives could no longer go out to sea to fish, and food became scarce...... On a small island of tens of thousands of people, only about 2,000 people remained when outsiders found them, and on this bare island, many people began to eat human flesh. ”

"There's even a saying in the local language: Your mother's flesh is between my teeth!"

This story is actually the tragedy of Easter Island handed down from later generations, and Zhu Youlang told it without making any changes. When I looked up, I saw that Zhao Quanzhong was fascinated by what he heard, and there was something thoughtful in his eyes......

"Your Majesty is saying that if you don't change again, there will be the same danger as that small island?"

"Zhao Aiqing is really smart, yes! I heard that the Weiyang Palace and Jianzhang Palace of the Qin and Han dynasties were all made of local materials in Guanzhong, and in the early years of the Dynasty, when the Forbidden City was built, wood of the same size had to be transferred thousands of miles from Yunnan. The Yellow River used to be called the river, and then the ancestors of the past dynasties kept cutting down the trees on both sides of the Yellow River, and the soil was not fixed by the trees, and it was constantly washed down by the water... Since then, the floods of the Yellow River have been endless year after year! ”