Although silver has appeared as currency in the Han Dynasty, it was not until the Ming Dynasty that the dominance and benchmark position of silver in the entire Chinese economic system was determined, but in fact, silver appeared as a unit of measurement from beginning to end, not as a monetary unit, and people often said that "a few taels of silver", with the weight of silver as a benchmark to measure the value of goods, it can be said that it was not until the Qing Dynasty that the economic system with silver as a monetary unit was formally established. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the final analysis, it was because of the lack of silver production in this era. As we all know, although China is rich in silver reserves, and the mining and use of time is also very early, but most of the silver is because of too much lead, iron impurities, which is difficult to purify with the technology that the Ming Ministry of Industry can master at this stage, so the amount of silver that can really be used for market circulation is not much, it is difficult to support the reform of the silver standard system.

However, Japanese silver is different, compared with China, Japan's silver is much more pure, and it can be refined with current technology to circulate as currency.

Therefore, after the conquest of Japan by the Ming Oriental Fleet, Ye Yingwu naturally began to reform the silver standard system. As for whether his descendants can conquer the Americas again in the future so as to obtain enough gold to carry out the reform of the gold standard system, Ye Yingwu is too lazy to care.

You just need to do the first step well, and it's good.

Of course, with the expansion of the Ming Dynasty and the development of the economy, it is a bit monotonous to simply change the economic system, and Ye Yingwu also plans to make a fuss about the issuance of "money citation". The so-called "Qian Yin" is actually the official name of "Jiaozi" in the former Song Dynasty, and it is the first kind of paper money that appeared in China and even in the world. It's just that because of the changes in Jingkang a hundred years ago, prices soared, and the economy and trade were messy, so Qian Yin quickly depreciated sharply due to the political turmoil, and was gradually left behind by the re-developed Southern Song Dynasty commerce.

Later, the Southern Song Dynasty was narrow, although the maritime trade was developed, but most of them were bartered, which also made the paper money still in use, but it has been quite chaotic, lack of management, and gradually withdrew from the foreground.

However, now the local governments have sent a clear point that with the expansion of the scale and scope of the Ming Dynasty's economy and trade, the role of paper money has once again been highlighted, and businessmen around the country have also begun to privately try to restore the paper money trade, but this sprout has not yet fully blossomed, and the government is still needed to lead and standardize.

Ye Yingwu was naturally happy to do this.

Because he knows very well that the biggest difference between the Ming Dynasty and the previous dynasties is that the identity and status of merchants have invisibly reached the middle level of society with the development of Ming trade, rather than the previous bottom of society, and even have occupied a certain right to speak in the society, and began to try to speak for their entire class through action.

Ye Yingwu is a person who came from later generations, and naturally understands that the germ of capitalism has actually begun to appear in the Ming society, as long as it is carefully cared for, it will inevitably make the Ming society gradually enter modernization and modernization, of course, this modernization and modernization is relative to Ye Yingwu's time, after all, the current Ming Dynasty has actually represented the most advanced level in the whole world.

After the Ming Dynasty, whether it is the centralization of power or the constitution of the monarchy, the most important thing is to control the merchant class, not to be manipulated by the merchant class. This process of manipulation and counter-manipulation is definitely not an overnight effort, and Ye Yingwu doesn't want to wait until his descendants are burning their eyebrows before they want to get up and do it, so it will be too late at that time, so now Ye Yingwu has to lay the foundation, so that in the future, the merchant class, which will inevitably have more and more power to speak and even power, will be tightly tied to the Ming court.

The two-pronged approach that Ye Yingwu is now adopting can be said to be changing the backward economic and trade system of the Ming Dynasty, and it can also be said that he is forcibly sorting out the chaotic and scattered economy and trade of the people through the change of the economic standard system and the reissuance of paper money, so that the source of economy and trade is in the hands of the imperial court, which is equivalent to putting the lifeblood and greatest interests of the businessmen in the hands of the imperial court, so that they have to consider whether they will damage the interests of the imperial court in everything they do.

Because to harm the interests of the imperial court is to damage their interests.

Zhao Yunshu gently wiped the dust off the cover, and after putting down the handkerchief, he inadvertently raised his head. Ye Yingwu sat there, his pen walking like a dragon. To tell the truth, Ye Yingwu is definitely not a beautiful man who is in the wind and looks better than Pan An, but he inherited Ye Mengding's standard face, but perhaps because he has been with Jiang Wanli and Wen Tianxiang, these new and old civil officials, Ye Yingwu has a rare square between his gestures, which makes him feel dignified.

A touch of winter sunlight spilled through the crack in the window, enveloping half of Ye Yingwu's side face, and he didn't know whether this haze made him look more noble or more dreamy. Standing opposite Ye Yingwu, Zhao Yunshu was a little stupid for a while.

Maybe he has followed his husband for so long, and he has never noticed that in addition to his indomitable progress on the battlefield, his indomitability in the officialdom, and his cynicism in the back house, there is such an image.

This look of his own husband is a little sunny, some cute and some difficult to climb.

Even if it is the identity of Princess Song before.

Zhao Yunshu bit his lower lip slightly, secretly blaming himself for thinking about something, and just as he wanted to turn around and leave, a strange feeling suddenly gushed out of his lower abdomen, and the feeling of turning over the river and the sea was about to rush out almost in an instant.

The girl raised her eyebrows and reached out to hold her lower abdomen and retched.

Ye Yingwu's fast pen paused suddenly, and he didn't even pay attention to the ink falling on the paper. And the maids who were waiting carefully not far away were obviously not the first time they had experienced this kind of thing, although they hurriedly went out to call the imperial doctor, but after all, they were not at a loss.

Ye Yingwu suddenly stretched out his hand to support her, and was about to feel his pulse.

Zhao Yunshu leaned on his arms, stretched out his hand to press his lower abdomen, looked at Ye Yingwu's panicked expression, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Husband, you don't understand ・・・・・・."

Humming helplessly, Ye Yingwu picked up the girl: "Let's go, I'll send you back first." Qing'er, let the imperial doctor go directly to the palace of Concubine Shuniang! ”

"Don't make such a fuss, husband, you will make trouble all over the harem, if it's not at that time, how can the concubine see people?!" Zhao Yunshu suddenly stretched out her hand to push him away, but compared to Ye Yingwu, her strength was basically negligible.

"How could it not be, after so much hard work, even the most arid land has to take root." Ye Yingwu replied casually, and Zhao Yunshu's delicate body trembled slightly, his pretty face was already hot, and he reached out to hook his neck, not daring to show up in front of the palace maids on the road who bowed their heads and saluted sideways.

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Horsehair with snow and sweat steam, and the five flowers and money are swirled into ice.

The bitter cold of the Western Regions is well known, especially when it snows, the wind and snow are combined, and they can even kill people.

Wang Jin didn't know how many people were left around him, because he didn't have the courage to look back. The whistling wind can almost be described by the word "smash", as long as there is a slight carelessness, it is a person who turns on his back. The flag in Wang Jin's hand had also been broken, and all that could be used by his side was a horse lance and a bladed saber.

The Mongols obviously did not expect that there would be such a big gap between the tailwind and the headwind, let alone that there would be a sudden heavy snowfall, and the originally neat tens of thousands of pursuers, at this time, no one knew how much was left in the vast snowfield to maintain the original formation.

A war horse against the wind is difficult to move forward, some places have more mud and sand, and then there is a layer of snow to cover, can not see the reality at all, the Mongolian horse with short legs often stepped into it, seven or eight people can pull out, and invisibly restrain the speed of the Mongolian cavalry pursuit.

No one knew how many Ming troops were fleeing in the vast snow ahead, and even the captains and commanders who led the team did not know whether they were walking in the right direction, and how far they were from the warm camps and bonfires in Xingxing Gorge.

Snow and mud poured into my boots, my clothes, and even my neck, and it was bitterly cold.

If they were given a choice between such a pursuit, I am afraid that these Mongols would never want to come a second time.

No one thought that the cavalry of the Ming army, which was only a few thousand, would be able to find the gap between the two Mongolian cavalry, and suddenly kill them and go straight to the direction of Xingxing Gorge. The two Mongolian cavalry, who had finally met with each other, did not care about the courtesy greetings, let alone venting their long-standing anger, and desperately caught up. Everyone knows what the consequences will be if the enemy reaches the Star Gorge, what kind of punishment awaits them once they lose this battle, and what kind of fate awaits Mongolia.

Therefore, these Mongolian commanders and commanders did not dare to slack off in the slightest. However, the fact that they are not slacking off does not mean that their soldiers are not slacking. These Mongolian cavalry have long been not strong-willed Mongolian cavalry, not even ordinary Mongolian cavalry, the cavalry team composed mainly of Tang Wu, Semu and Hui people, in fact, is not very good at fighting on horseback, and after seeing the situation clearly, they do not want to fight for Mongolia wholeheartedly.

Everyone was a conquered people, and they had fought desperately for the Mongols because there were Han Chinese with lower class status in society who could make them bully, because they had no choice but to obey the Mongol sabre.

But this is no longer the case, a powerful Han Chinese empire is being established in the south and is rapidly rising, and the civil strife that has broken out in Mongolia after several major wars is only adding insult to injury. One is thriving, the other is weak, and who will emerge victorious in the end is even a matter of certainty.

Thinking of the refreshment of bullying the Han people over the years and the humiliation under the sabers of the Mongols, these foreign soldiers naturally had no fighting spirit.

The vast wind and snow provided them with the best opportunity, in a short distance of ten miles, the original tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry troops, has disappeared nearly two thousand people, although according to the words of the commanders below, it is the wind and snow that caused many people to fall behind, but the root cause is well known.

Although the wind and snow are heavy, it is far from the point where it is difficult to move an inch, and the snow has just begun to fall, and the surrounding Gobi Mountains and hills can still be seen clearly, so there is no reason to get lost. Unless there are human reasons involved, it is impossible for so many people to disappear.

Therefore, the captains who led the team in front of them now don't even think about whether they can catch up with the damn Ming cavalry, and only think that they can quickly retreat back to Xingxing Gorge, with the pass of Xingxing Gorge as a support, and the camp as a support, it will give people the most basic sense of security.

"General, there should be about a thousand people around us." A brigade commander caught up with Wang Jin on horseback, and his voice was very flat, as if he didn't care about what it meant behind it.

Wang Jin chuckled in his heart, but nodded slowly.

He knew very well that he was able to tear a hole with thousands of cavalry, fight his way out of the encirclement, and go straight to Xingxing Gorge, which was already blessed by God.

"The Mongolian Tartars are still behind?" Wang Jin's voice was hoarse, but the music could still hear what was being said.

The brigade commander nodded, and just as he was about to say something, the black figure in the wind was already whistling and pounced.

"Mongolian Tartar!" Wang Jin's face turned fierce.

The snow-bright saber reflected the light of the snow, and two or three thousand Mongolian cavalry came out of the slope, because it came too suddenly, so the first three or four Ming cavalry on the periphery were directly cut to the ground, and the Ming cavalry in the inner circle was still an elite veteran after all, and quickly reacted, without Wang Jin's order, they all rode up to meet it.

"How far is it from Star Gorge?" Wang Jin looked up at the wind and snow.

The brigade commander slowly lifted the lance and said nothing.

Everyone knows that this lifeless battle, this road for the honor of the Ming Dynasty, is about to come to an end. This Mongolian cavalry should not be the pursuers behind, but the Mongolian cavalry defenders in Xingxing Gorge.

At this time, the Ming army was already sleepy and lacking horses, and in the face of the Mongol cavalry, which was two or three times their number, they had almost no strength to fight. Wang Jin knew very well that this game of chasing prey by steppe wolves was finally going to end with himself as the prey, and although the tired steppe wolves had some losses, they finally surrounded the prey that escaped again because of the arrival of another group of companions.

In an instant, Wang Jin was not thinking about himself, but about Huo Liang and them, who were forced to leave by him, I don't know if he died here, can he exchange Huo Liang for their safe retreat? That was the last basis for Daming to retreat from Hexi, and it was also the last survival of Daming's cavalry that was drawn out by all means.

The reason why Wang Jin let Huo Liang and them retreat also meant that he didn't want to see all the cavalry that Ye Yingwu had personally drawn and formed was buried on the vast Gobi Desert.

At least not in one place.

The Mongol cavalry had already torn through the weak defenses of the Ming army, and the Ming cavalry scattered to both sides, regrouped and rushed towards the enemy, who were far more numerous than themselves.

The horses still stood up proudly in the wind and snow, and the broken flags were raised silently even if they were about to be torn to pieces by the wind. The dignity of the Ming cavalry and the glory of the Ming soldiers drove a famous Ming cavalry to instigate war horses and fight hard.

When they caught up with Wang Jin, they were already destined to die here.

And now, it's time.

"Kill one to make one, kill two to earn one, brothers, kill the Tartars!" The brigade commander who ran to Wang Jin's side just now shouted.

There seemed to be a magic in his voice that not even the wind could blow away.

Countless soldiers of the Ming army raised their arms and roared, and countless war horses neighed forward.

The wind blew snow particles and smashed them on people's armor and on people's faces, and one by one the figures who were submerged in the wind and snow carried a kind of ordinary people who could not solve it.

In an instant, Wang Jin suddenly remembered Macheng where black clouds overwhelmed the city many years ago, Huangzhou where heavy rain poured, Hutou Mountain outside Xiangyang City where wind and snow were blowing, and Jingzhao Mansion standing proudly on the wasteland ・・・・・・ his own life, watching the red flag of the Ming Dynasty flutter across half of the mountains and rivers, and watching countless Mongolian Tartars become dead souls.

It's worth it!

Pulling the reins of his horse fiercely, Wang Jin laughed and rushed straight towards the nearest enemy.

The wind is howling and the snow is fluttering.

It seems to have gone back to many, many years ago, that afternoon that belonged to Bailuzhou Academy.

The sun is shining, the warmth is shining on the body, the aroma of the pen and ink of the books, the voices of the gentlemen's explanations, and the small actions of Ye Yingwu, Jiang Hao and others coming and going in front・・・・・・

The Han family is full of Yin Mountain, and Hu Er is not sent back.

I am willing to serve the country with this length, why should I be born into the Jade Gate Pass.

"Your Majesty, Yuan Lie, in this battle, I hope I will never be ashamed of you, Wang Jin, go first!" After muttering, Wang Jin slammed into the two Mongol cavalrymen, and the lance stabbed one of them fiercely, but the other's saber also fell on him.

"Long live Daming!" I don't know who roared first.

"Long live Daming!" Countless Ming soldiers were roaring, roaring with all their might.

In the entire field, the sound of killing muffled the wind at this moment.

It's just that no one noticed, and in the north, not far away, a little fire appeared.

Soon it was like a tidal wave. (To be continued.) )