The news of the establishment of the Ming silver and the Ming business in the imperial court was officially started with the autumn harvest of the 29th year of Hongwu.

In late autumn, the land south of the Yangtze River is endless golden.

And the ridges and the trees on the mountains have become jade inlays decorated with pieces of golden amber.

It's a scene of abundance.

In the fields, everywhere, the joyful laughter of the people can be heard.

It's about harvest days.

The twenty-ninth year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty was a rare harvest year, and the fields of every household attracted news of increased grain production.

The people went into the rice fields that had been bent and dried by the golden ears, and cut down the rice stalks that had been bent by the golden ears and tied them together.

When patches of golden amber are left behind clumps of short rhizomes, the people will carry the rice, which is much heavier than their bodies, on their shoulders with a smile on their faces, to the barnyard outside the village.

The women of the family will immediately separate the plump rice from the heavy ears of rice.

Each household has its own threshing floor.

The beaten rice will be immediately flattened on the drying field.

This year's situation is very good, some time before the autumn harvest, it was cloudless all day long, and now that the autumn harvest has begun, there is no rain to fall.

At this time, it was noon, and the temperature was at its highest.

The autumn tiger is scorching.

The people, who had been going out since dawn, began to walk out of the rice fields according to their past experience, and several families gathered together to hide under the shade of the boundary trees planted on the ridges.

The food of several families was packed in bamboo baskets by the children and delivered to the ridges.

The adults who have been busy for a while begin to take big gulps of energy to replenish their energy, and days like this, when there is still dry food to eat at noon, only appear when the farm is busy.

In recent years, the national strength of the Ming Dynasty has become stronger and stronger, and the people have gradually become popular to eat three meals a day, but at noon and evening they are still mainly porridge soup and rice.

At home, the children have long been around their mothers and grandmothers to eat their full stomachs, and at this time they catch all kinds of insects in the fields.

The laughter of the children replaced the chattering voices of the people when they were working on the farm.

Yingtianfu is close to the riverside Zhuangzi of Zhenjiang Mansion.

The men put down their scythes and hid in the shade of the trees, eating the dry rice brought by the children of the family, and as the food was filled in their stomachs, small talk began.

"This year, God opened his eyes, and our family will be able to eat more meat during the Chinese New Year."

A man wearing short sleeves and a straw hat, with a thick smile on his dark face, simple and honest.

"It would be really nice if we could have such a good year every year." Someone sighed.

It has been almost 30 years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, and it is the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is rare to have such a good year as this year.

"Relax, aren't the grains we use now all brought out by Young Master Yuan of Shanglin Yuan? Even if there is a bad year in the future, God is blind, and Young Master Yuan is here, are we still afraid? ”

Someone suddenly mentioned Yuan Sutai.

And for the people, especially for the people of Yingtianfu, Yuan Sutai is a well-known figure.

Everyone knows that now that every household has increased their grain production, they can gradually go to bed with a full stomach, all because of the benevolent government of the imperial court and the hard work of the young master Yuan Sutai, which brought them a good life.

"I heard that Young Master Yuan is now full of gray hair, and he is still in the yamen all day long, thinking about how to increase the yield of our family's land. You said that this busy work is over, should we go and send some local products to the old people? ”

The simple people of the Ming Dynasty simply thought that it was Yuan Sutai who made them full, so they couldn't forget the good of others.

But someone muttered on the side: "The young master is a big official, and he is busy with big things every day, so let's not delay the big things of the young master's old man." ”

"The mind always has to be done, it's a big deal, let's leave the things at the door, so that we won't delay the affairs of the young master and the old man."

The matter seemed to be so decided, and several men discussed what to bring to Yuan Sutai.

Then the topic began to broaden.

"Have you heard, the imperial court is going to change its way here this time, no longer collect grain, it's time to collect money."

"This is a good thing, after selling the grain and giving the money to the young people at the tax office at the other end of the village in front, we don't have to serve as a conscript. If the government has something, it has to give us money to do the work. ”

"It should mean that our Ming Dynasty is going to be prosperous."

As a land of Gyeonggi, the common people always have a more comprehensive understanding of the various policies of the imperial court.

The centripetal force is also far deeper than that of the people in other places.

Everyone maintained a unanimous opinion that Zhili Dao should now change to count acres and levy silver, abolish forced labor, and change to government employment and labor.

"It's just a bit of a hassle, and I have to pull the grain and sell it to those grain stores. If these profiteers take the opportunity to lower the price, can we still scrape together enough money? ”

The people are not really stupid, and experience has taught them that merchants are unreliable.

Especially in this kind of thing.

"Bang!"

Someone slammed the sickle in his hand to the ground, and said with a vicious look in his eyes: "Which profiteer dares to lower the price, let's go to the tax soldiers of the tax department to uphold justice!" ”

"Let the tax collectors raid their homes!"

On the ridge, everyone spoke viciously.

And on the trail outside Zhuangzi.

A grain merchant who came from Zhenjiang Mansion was sitting on an empty carriage with his family's work, his face full of pride, shaking his head leisurely, looking at the fields that had been harvested on both sides of the road.

"We've had a good harvest this year!"

With a smile on his face, the grain merchant seemed to have seen the scene where the silver cellar at home needed to be expanded again.

The shopkeeper sat in front of the carriage and drove the carriage for the family himself.

Listen to the smile of the Lord's family.

The shopkeeper turned his head, and his face was also filled with a bright smile: "Master, it has to be you, knowing that the autumn grain of our Zhenjiang Mansion has been stared at by others, and no one has started the autumn grain of Ying Tianfu alone." This year, our family will definitely be able to make a lot of money. ”

The grain merchant smiled proudly, sat cross-legged on the carriage, and slapped his thigh with his palm: "Which of them knows that Zou Xueyu was the prefect of Yingtianfu before." He became the minister of the governor of Zhili, and this should be Tianfu's natural land. Ying Tianfu's merchants dare to do things under his nose? ”

The shopkeeper didn't understand a little and wondered: "Then we can do it?" ”

The grain merchant laughed: "We are not from Yingtianfu, even if we are known by the governor's yamen, we have to come to us with the masters of Zhenjiang Mansion." ”

The grain merchant will stop at the end of the day.

The shopkeeper laughed even more happily.

Will the old men of Zhenjiang Mansion come to them?

Those old men in the official yamen can't wait for them to earn more silver. Only in this way can the government lords have a good year as well.

The two chatted with each other.

The guy in front of him was already in a hurry.

"Master, Zhuangzi has arrived here, and those Tian Han are hiding from the sun."

The grain merchant's eyes lit up, and he stood up from the carriage and looked at the farmers gathered at the bottom of the ridges in the distance for their lunch break.

"Let's go! We're about to negotiate and let's go to the next village. ”

……

"This bit of silver? We don't sell it! ”

On the ridge outside the village, the people looked at the strange grain merchant in front of them, and their faces showed displeasure.

Only last year's grain price of 50 percent, unless the brain is broken, will they sell the grain they grow this year to the other party.

The grain merchant didn't show it, but just looked at the villagers in front of him, and said with a smile: "The villagers don't know, who knows that the price of silver is rising this year." Today's silver price, two or five can be exchanged for one or two gold, this is something that can be had in previous years?

The price of silver has gone up, and the price of our grain is naturally equal, and it is not to lower the price, but to give it in full.

Unbelief? I don't believe you can ask people elsewhere, but it's all the price. If not, my purse is yours. ”

As he spoke, the grain merchant slapped the bulging money bag hanging from his waist on the carriage parked on the side of the road.

The people quietly looked over.

It is estimated that there can be a dozen or two looks.

Looking at the appearance of the grain merchants, it seemed that they were not cheating, and the people began to hesitate a little.

"Do you want someone to ask?"

The grain merchant immediately chimed in: "Let people ask." ”

"Then let Goudan'er go to the front village and ask, and by the way, let him go to the town and ask what the recent silver price is."

In the distance, the eldest of the children, the dog, was immediately assigned by the adults, spread his legs and ran to the nearest town.

The grain merchant was not in a hurry, and he was even more sure of his thoughts, and the grain merchant in Ying Tianfu had not yet moved.

This time, I can be regarded as taking the lead.

The people observed the grain merchant and brought a teapot with broken tea leaves.

"It's hot, don't dislike our people's tea."

The grain merchant smiled and arched his hand: "It's the tightness of thirst, thank you." ”

Not much.

The dog came back.

By the way, he also told the recent price of grain and silver.

Sure enough, it was the same as what the grain merchant who came to the village to collect grain said.

Looking at the people in front of him, he was still calculating whether the account was right or not.

The grain merchant put down the tea bowl in his hand and stood up in the carriage.

He raised a finger: "I'll increase the price by one more point, the rice in the field is growing well this year, and this point should be added." As long as you sign the contract with me now, when the rice is dried, I will have people bring silver and take away the grain, and I will not treat you badly!" ”

This is a good grain merchant, not a profiteer!

As the words of the price increase came out, the people around them began to think that this strange grain merchant should be a good person.

"I'll sign it! My family's grain for this year will be sold to you! ”

"I'll sell it too!"

For a while, the people instantly became determined.

Just as the grain merchant's treasurer took out the deed and wanted to sign it with the people.

On the path, a group of soldiers who were different from other armies rushed over with a paper-like man on horseback.

"Governor Zhili's Yamen Notice!"

"Governor Zhili's Yamen Notice!"

"Governor Zhili's Yamen Notice!"

Zhili Governor Yamen.

This is now the head of the 18th Mansion of Zhili Road.

The movement of the people stopped in an instant.

But the grain merchant's face changed, and he was a little uneasy in his heart, wondering if there would be any changes next.

Guan Huaigong's face was ugly, and he saw from a distance that the grain merchant was gathering a group of villagers, as if he was lobbying the people to sell him the grain harvested this autumn.

These profiteers!

Guan Huaigong, who came out with people from the Yamen of the Governor of Zhili, flashed a trace of murderous aura in his eyes.

He rode on horseback and waved his hand slightly.

Immediately, a group of tax collectors rushed towards the front, and soon surrounded the group in front.

"What are you going to do?"

The grain merchant was vaguely uneasy.

Looking at the tax soldiers in front of him who were dressed in gluttonous clothes and surrounded by fierce gods, the grain merchants couldn't help but think of those rumors in the past.

These tax soldiers in gluttonous clothes are all murderous, as long as they appear, they are all the result of the destruction of their families.

However, the grain merchant only shouted.

He was immediately pulled down from the carriage by a tax collector closest to him.

The grain merchant was unsteady on his feet, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

At this time, Guan Huaigong had already rushed over on horseback.

He turned over and dismounted, and snatched the stack of deeds from the hands of the grain merchant shopkeeper who was already frightened, but after a cursory look at it, Guan Huaigong threw all the stacks of deeds on the ground, and finally stepped them deep into the soft mud with his feet.

Guan Huaigong spat at the grain merchant who was still lying on the ground.

"That's it?"

When the grain merchant saw that his affairs had been discovered, he was terrified for a while, and he had no idea what he should do now.

Guan Huaigong took out an official document from his arms, climbed into the carriage and stood, looking at the people who were also at a loss.

"Zhili Governor's Yamen, transfer to the cabinet order."

"In the past and present, the imperial court set up the Ming silver and the Ming business. The silver trumpet is the foundation of the country's economy, for the benefit of the people, and the constant currency exchange ratio. Now the world knows that since then, the Ming gold, silver and copper money exchange, is one to ten to 10,000, no official documents of the imperial court and the Ming silver, a person should not manipulate the money and money without authorization, and the offender will be a big contrarian. ”

One to ten!

The people in the village didn't know what the Daming Silver Hao was for, but they clearly understood the current gold, silver and copper coins.

"Niang Xipi, this kid even deceived us before, and now the ratio is one to two two! This profiteer! ”

"Profiteers!"

"Profiteers!"

For a while, everyone shouted and cursed.

If it weren't for the tax collectors present to stop them, these people, who had just been deceived once, and were almost about to sell all the grain at home this year to the grain merchants, would definitely have been beaten to death.

Guan Huaigong gave the people enough time to spit on the grain merchant.

Only then did he speak again.

"The Ming firm is written, and all the prices in the Ming Dynasty should be determined by the Ming firm. The price of grain for this year's autumn harvest is only allowed to be high and not low compared to the price of grain last year, and if there is a crime, the people can file a complaint, and there will be a deed, and the government will not approve it. ”

Finished!

Broken house!

The grain merchant who was pulled to the ground by Guan Huaigong shouted in his heart.

Still wailing.

Guan Huaigong's face was already cold, and he looked down at the grain merchant, and now it was just this profiteer crying, and then the entire Zhili Dao Those who were trying to make a lot of money were crying in a row.

"Come on, take down this profiteer and hand it over to the Yamen of the Governor of Zhili to consider his crime of disturbing grain prices and privately convicting the money and money exchange!"

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