The first wind and rain drifted away

At the end of May, the remnant sun is like blood, still hanging high in the sky, and the weather is getting hotter day by day.

Gonghou Garden, the place where it was renamed the Imperial Garden by Jiannu in later generations, Emperor Chongzhen is wandering here with his hands on his back.

At the foot, the roads in the park are carefully paved with pebbles of different colors, forming more than 900 different patterns, including people, flowers, scenery, etc., which are interesting to watch along the road.

The strange stones in the garden, the beautiful trees are verdant, and the ancient cypress vines are all hundreds of years old, and the garden is decorated with interest.

The area of the palace garden is not large, 80 meters deep from north to south, 140 meters wide from east to west, but it is evenly arranged with nearly 20 buildings of various types, whether it is built by the wall or the pavilion is independent, all are exquisite and unique, sparse and dense.

The scenery is beautiful, but the people who watch the scenery are in a bad mood, and they have no money to make trouble.

The property confiscated by Zhang Sizhi, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, has been counted, and the amount of silver obtained in the capital is more than 2.6 million taels, excluding the old mansion in Yanzhou, Shandong, his hometown.

It stands to reason that this is a lot of money, and Emperor Chongzhen should be happy, and he has half of the annual tax of the Ming treasury.

But the key problem is that the actual cash is only 230,000 taels, and the rest are antiques, calligraphy and paintings, shops, etc., which need to be sold and cashed out before they can be used.

It is very troublesome to cash out, and Emperor Chongzhen likes cash and silver taels that can be used immediately.

Instead of those antiques, calligraphy and paintings that cannot be eaten or worn, although they are elegant and valuable.

"Big friend, find a few honest people to open antique shops in Nanzhili and the capital, don't use the name of the royal family."

Considering that there will be a lot of things in the homes of righteous men and gentlemen in the future, and it is necessary to establish long-term and effective channels for selling stolen goods, Emperor Chongzhen frowned and instructed Wang Chengen, the superintendent of Dongchang Factory, who came to report.

"The old slave obeys!"

Wang Chengen bowed, and then asked: "Emperor, Zhang Sizhi has more than 30,000 acres of fertile land and 13,000 acres of dry land in his hometown, what should be done with it?" ”

"All of them will be merged into Huangzhuang, send people to manage them, hire local people to grow sweet potatoes, and deal with them in the future."

Emperor Chongzhen thought for a long time before he said slowly.

To be honest, forget about the dry land, take the best good land to grow sweet potatoes, and Emperor Chongzhen doesn't know whether it is good or bad.

But given the shortage of food and the damn weather, he thought it would be better to give it a try.

Sweet potatoes have a short life cycle and do not need to spend too much time to manage, which is a good way to solve the problem of famine years.

However, now the land is basically in the hands of the gentry class or noble military generals, who have a large amount of fertile land, eat carefully and exquisitely, and naturally look down on coarse grains.

Ordinary people are not particular, but it is a pity that they do not have fields, or they do not have many fields.

This is a fucking dead cycle, even if Emperor Chongzhen is the Son of Heaven, there is no way to solve it at present.

For the time being, the only way to do this is to accumulate a certain amount of land in the form of merging it with the Imperial Village, and then redistribute it after acquiring it.

As for the need for deeper reforms to fundamentally solve the problem, Emperor Chongzhen said that he would wait until I am qualified to become a tyrant.

Alas, at the thought of becoming a tyrant, Emperor Chongzhen suddenly sighed.

He really misses the Taoist friends he gathered some time ago, and he needs them too much to help him consolidate his imperial power and strive to become a tyrant as soon as possible.

It's a pity that the current communication and transportation are too inconvenient, and this time there is no ten days and half a month, and it is impossible at all.

However, if you count the time, some of my good friends may already be on their way.

"Your Majesty, the queen mother made chicken soup today, did she send it over or did the emperor go over in person?"

When Emperor Chongzhen was distracted, Qingge, the female official beside Empress Zhou, asked after finishing her salute.

"I ...... I'll pass later. ”

Sighing secretly in his heart, Emperor Chongzhen waved his hand and asked the female official Qingge to go back first to confess.

It's finally time to face reality!

To be honest, it has been more than ten days since he crossed over, and Emperor Chongzhen is subconsciously avoiding how to face the harem.

But what should come should always come, and it's useless to escape, so let's just face it calmly!

Emperor Chongzhen, who was in a good mood, rubbed his face and walked towards Empress Zhou's Kunning Palace.

It's just that the steps are a little unsteady, and it seems that I am still a little scared!

PS: Thank you for the book friend Yan Yu for the reward, thank you for the old friend!