Zhu Youzhen's resumption of the salt merchants' payment of grain and salt was tantamount to continuing to use his interests in the salt industry in exchange for more grain and reducing the cost of grain transportation during the war.

After this decree, the Salt Chamber of Commerce purchased a large amount of land, especially Shandong, Huaiyang, Henan, Huguang, and other major places where future wars would take place.

However, although this system is effective, it must require officials to rule clearly, otherwise it will be a disaster for the country and the people.

First of all, Zhu Youzhen has to control himself, not interfere with the salt release of the household, achieve reasonable macroeconomic regulation and control, and not give any high-ranking officials and eunuchs the slightest opportunity to seek rent.

Secondly, neither the emperor's relatives nor the meritorious heroes are allowed to reward the salt citation, so as not to mess up the salt quotation system.

Outside the city of Yangzhou, it is already white, and the snow in Chongzhen's seventeenth year seems to have no intention of stopping.

Zhu Youzhen boarded the imperial boat again and continued to trace the river, although it is now the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, but the river is still full of ships coming and going.

Grain, timber, iron ore, coal mines, these basic means of life and production, from Yangzhou to Nanjing to Hangzhou, have hardly been cut off.

Zhu Youzhen looked at the prosperity in front of him, and then thought of the Spring Festival in his previous life, but he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

For future generations, after the New Year, it is the season of birds singing and flowers, peach and apricots, or stepping into spring, or going outing, or taking off thick clothes to go shopping, and going to the square to find a home café.

But after the Spring Festival of Chongzhen's eighteenth year, no one knows whether the hell mode will be turned on or the blood and fire will intensify.

Seeing it, I arrived at Zhenjiang Dantu.

The imperial boat anchored here, and it was already twilight at this time, and Zhu Youzhen passed through the same alley as he did when he first went south, but at this time there were more teahouses in the alley.

Zhu Youzhen, who was in microservice, simply sat down in the teahouse, and there were still pedestrians on the snow-covered bluestone slabs stepping on the snow and speeding in the twilight, making a creaking sound.

After Zhu Youzhen moved south, many people from the north followed to Jiangnan, causing the population of Jiangnan to increase dramatically.

The increase in population has promoted the prosperity of the commercial market, coupled with the stimulus of Zhu Youzhen's one-year tax exemption policy, which made the cold Jiangnan winter in the seventeenth year of Chongzhen more prosperous than before.

It is really a brocade of flowers and a blazing fire, as if it is the last chapter of the prosperous era, or it is the obscurity of the future that is intentionally forgotten.

The drunken son Wang Sun hugged one or two beautiful girls in the attic with red sleeves and windows.

The sound of shouting and shaking dice was still heard in the gambling hall next door.

I don't know where the elegant Kunqu opera came from the courtyard of a gentleman's house.

The sound of slamming the table made Zhu Youzhen almost not splash the tea on the ground.

Zhu Youzhen looked up, but it was a storyteller with a full face of pockmarks who was telling a story in the middle hall of the teahouse, the content of the story was also fresh, and there were many people drinking tea and listening to books in the hall.

"In other words, it was the fifth day of the first month of March, and there was no sunshine in the gray capital, and His Majesty appeared on the top of the Forbidden City in a dragon robe, bowed to the sky three times, and then issued an order to start moving south, but who knew that as soon as the army moved south out of Beijing, there were rogues who wanted to attack His Majesty's royal car, and His Majesty had already calculated in his chest, and he used the bag trick to deceive the Liukou Meticulous ......"

"This person's name is Liu Jingting, a famous storyteller in Yangzhou, nicknamed Liu Mazi, articulate, this person has always been full of storytellers, up to the dignitaries in the south of the Yangtze River, down to the peddlers and pawns, no one knows his person!"

Shi Kefa saw that Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youzhen had been looking at this person at this time, and personally changed a cup of hot tea for Zhu Youzhen, and at the same time introduced the storyteller to Zhu Youzhen.

"Good!"

A sudden round of applause interrupted Shi Kefa's words.

Zhu Youzhen was playful, sang a good song, and even ordered Li Ruolian, the brocade guard, to take some silver dollars as a reward.

In his previous life, he also relied on writing online articles to write stories for readers to ask for tips and dinner, and he was also a fellow traveler with this Liu Jingting.

It's just that Liu Jingting may be regarded as a platinum god with a lot of loyal fans at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and he is a small street hovering on the poverty line, which is naturally incomparable.

However, in this life, he naturally doesn't have to rob the platinum god Liu Jingting's job.

"After the meeting, you go to visit him and bring him to Li Xiangjun's attic to see me, this person is very good at catching up with the heat, and the events in March were made up by him into a joke, and the news is more well-informed than Jinyiwei's! I'd like to meet this person. “

After speaking, Zhu Youzhen got up from his seat, and there was also a rich son with a ** concubine into the teahouse to sit, and he also greeted Zhu Youzhen: "Why don't you listen to this son, seeing Liu Jun in Dantu is more difficult than seeing Liu Ru in Nanjing." ”

"It's just a matter of going back, why bother asking!"

After Zhu Youzhen spoke, he took advantage of the night to leave the teahouse, and without taking two steps, the sound of the story stopped.

Someone's whining words also came into Zhu Youzhen's ears: "What's the matter, it's wonderful to listen to, why did it stop, why did Jin Yiwei suddenly think of coming to Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu is just talking about stories, is it possible that he doesn't even let him tell stories now." ”

Zhu Youzhen couldn't help but smile, it seems that Liu Jingting's reputation is not shallow, and he can be regarded as a public figure in the Ming Dynasty.

Li Xiangjun sat alone in front of the window, and saw that the green bamboo outside was covered by heavy snow, although the environment was quiet and silent, her heart was complicated.

The past is like smoke.

Li Xiangjun, who sighed, didn't expect that his little Qin Huai's daughter would meet the Son of Heaven that night, and because of this, she broke off her relationship with Hou Sheng, and now she has traveled to Yangzhou, Nanjing and other places, but she didn't expect to come to the old place here.

Zhu Youzhen may just want to seek a sense of freshness in the boring and cumbersome government affairs, for a famous Qin Huai like Li Xiangjun, he has no heart to accept the harem, of course, even if he wants to, the courtiers will not agree, but since he is destined to meet and is outside the palace, he naturally will not be a defender and ignore Fangchen.

Only Shi Kefa had a straight face, but now Shi Kefa has also learned to be obedient and has not been persuaded to die, and he also knows that His Majesty is just trying to be funny, and he is not lazy about beauty, so he forced a smile to accompany Zhu Youzhen into Li Xiangjun's boudoir, and only secretly scolded Yangzhou salt merchants in their hearts for using this to flatter His Majesty It is too hurtful.

Whether there is beauty or not, it is unknown.

As soon as Zhu Youzhen entered Li Xiangjun's boudoir, he smelled a scent of orchid, and then Li Xiangjun still came out with a white-haired coat, and he couldn't help but smile:

"I haven't seen you for many days, but Miss Xiangjun is still icy and jade, and she has been tired all the way, I don't know if there is a thin wine and light rice to sacrifice to the temple of my five organs?"