In the imperial study of the Forbidden City at night, Xue Jing, the chief manager, was carefully grinding the ink, and from time to time he looked up to peek at His Majesty the Emperor standing in front of the window with his hands in his hands, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart. 彩@虹*文¥学%Xuereshuge.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was wearing a five-clawed golden dragon robe, slowly walked back to the desk, picked up the pen and wrote, "Fengtian carries the emperor, and the edict says that Xu Dashi, the Duke of Wei, is the first hero of the founding of the Ming Dynasty. Special posthumous title of Zhongshan King, give the burial of Zhongshan Yin, worthy of enjoying the temple. The Duke of Wei was inherited by his son Xu Huizu, who enjoyed 5,000 stones. ”

Half a moon later, on a sunny afternoon, on the official road about thirty miles away from Yingtian City, a caravan pulled by oxen slowly came. I saw a young woman in her twenties sitting in the middle of the car, carrying a child. A sturdy, naïve young man drove the car with a whip, and an old man with gray hair sat diagonally on the wheel, but it was Xu Fu, the housekeeper in the former Wei Mansion. It turned out that after he was busy with Xu Da's funeral, he immediately followed his master's dying instructions, said goodbye to the head of the family Xu Huizu and Miss Xu Ying, and returned to his hometown with a single family of three to make a living.

The boy, who was about seven or eight years old, was very naughty, and when he saw a tea stall for passers-by to rest on the official road a few feet away, he was thirsty without relenting.

Although Xu Fu was nervous along the way, he saw that he was already quite far away from Yingtian at this time, and his heart eased up, while comforting his grandson happily, while telling his son to stop the car, the family of four would have to rest for a while before hurrying.

A family of four took the herbal tea handed by the owner of the tea stall and sat down in the shade of the tree to rest. There was a faint sound of horses' hooves in my ears.

The young couple didn't think about it and looked sideways.

I saw the dust on the official road, and a tall horse galloped over. Immediately sat a man with a straight figure and a Fan Yang hat on his head, his face was obliquely covered by the hat, but he couldn't see clearly.

When the man galloped near, he stopped his horse, turned over and jumped off the horse, tied the reins to the horse's stake, and walked towards the tea stall.

Xu Fu saw that between the appearance of this person, he was an ordinary business traveler, so he didn't care about it and turned his head.

"Give you a pot of herbal tea to quench your thirst." The man stretched out his hand to take off the hat, and came to a table next to Xu Fu to sit down.

This man's plain words were heard in Xu Fu's ears, but they were like a tiger roaring and an ape, and most of the tea in his hand was spilled in panic, making his clothes wet.

It turned out that this middle-aged man in his thirties was Jiang Xian, the commander of the Jinyi Guard.

Xu Fu naturally didn't know Jiang Xian's true face, but that indifferent and unique voice appeared from time to time in his nightmares. A few years ago, it was this man who showed ghostly martial arts in front of him, coerced him with the lives of his family, and had to report to his head of the family every month, the illness of General Xu Da, the Duke of Wei, and even the remaining medicine residues, he had to carefully leave a little and hand it over to him. Although this man has never explained his identity, Xu Fu is in the Duke of Wei after all, and he has already vaguely guessed a few points in his heart.

Xu Fu was also a soldier who fought on the battlefield with Xu Da in the past, and he had some courage, but at this time, he saw Aisun squatting next to the man's mount with great interest and looking at the mount of this divine horse, and the trace of courage in his chest disappeared in an instant. ”

The young couple were honest and dutiful people, thinking that if they accompanied their father back to Yingtian, they were afraid that they would have to delay for one more day, so they did not doubt him and had no choice but to respond to the order.

In the dense woods, Xu Fu looked at the sunlight that fell to the ground through the treetops, but his heart was cold, and his body trembled slightly, after all, he didn't dare to pull out the dagger hidden in his arms, and looked at the ghostly god a few steps away, and said slowly, "Even if the old man died in your hands, he didn't complain, but what he did in the past did not reveal a word, why did you rush to kill everything?" ”

Jiang Xian shook the hat in his hand lightly, and said with a sneer, "Everyone in the world says that the grace of a drop of water is reciprocated by a spring." If there is no General Xu Da, I am afraid that your old dog would have died more than 20 years ago, how can you be so happy today? The person who will take revenge, the pig and the dog are not as good, what face stands between heaven and earth?

When Xu Fu heard this, his ears were like thunder and lightning, buzzing. He was slashed by the wolf-like Yuan army in the past, and when he was dying, he was rescued by Xu Da's Red Turban Army, and after recovering from his injuries, he immediately joined the army and became a pro-army guard who followed Xu Da. Thinking back to what he had done under the coercion of this man for several years, he couldn't help but feel ashamed, reached out and pulled out the dagger in his arms, and said lightly, "You are completely right, with what I have done, it is really better than a pig and a dog." His Majesty the Emperor has decreed that the marshal be posthumously crowned as the king of Zhongshan, and if this secret is leaked and it will damage the marshal's lifelong prestige, let it go with me. Speaking of which, he stabbed himself in the chest with a backhand.

At dusk, in the middle of the dense forest, a caravan was burning with blue smoke.

Jiang Xian, a few feet away, stared at the burning caravan, but what he remembered in his mind was a distant, but unusually clear scene: a scrawny young man in front of his father's grave, burning the four books and five classics that he regarded as treasures.

When twilight fell, seeing that the caravan had turned to ashes, Jiang Xian secretly thought to himself in his heart that whether it was revenge or revenge, Jiang would never be burdened by the benevolence and morality of those bullshit, and those who might damage His Majesty's prestige would disappear from this world forever.

Ten miles of Qinhuai, the breeze blows the willows. On the wide river, several painting boats drift down the river, which is one of the most lively areas of the Qinhuai River, with dozens of gorgeous pavilions standing on both sides of the river.

In a private room on the third floor called "Qunfang Pavilion" near the river, there are three people sitting upright. They are Zhu Di, Zhu Quan, who is dressed as a son-in-law, and Ouyang Lun, a young horse in a green shirt.

Zhu Quan naturally knew what the Qinhuai Riverside Restaurant was, but he was very curious in his heart, and the master Qin Zhuofeng and his senior sister stayed in the Xu Mansion, so he had the courage to come to the banquet, and even entered the elegantly decorated pavilion here, and heard and saw that such a "high-end entertainment venue" was not what he thought, so he gradually relaxed his heart.

After three rounds of drinking, Ouyang Lun slowly put down the dried wine glass, looked at the two princes who were currently hot in front of his father's eyes, and said with a slight smile: "Fourth brother, brother Quan, today I am the host to congratulate the two of you on their own domains and have their own worlds in the near future." ”

Zhu Quan couldn't help but be moved when he heard this, he had accompanied the army to fight in Liaodong and Mobei, and witnessed Lan Yu personally leading the army to sweep through the Northern Yuan, and his vertical and horizontal demeanor naturally touched his heart. But he said lightly, "There is not a single word in the eight characters, congratulations?" While talking, he lifted the wine jug to Zhu Di, and Ouyang Lun and himself each poured a full glass.

Zhu Di glanced at Ouyang Lun and said lightly, "Commanding the army is a laborious task, how can Brother Quan and I compare to you, a carefree horse master whose business is all over the world." ”

Ouyang Lun shook his hand when he heard this, and said with a self-deprecating smile, "A little profit, not enough to worry about." Speaking of this, he raised his wine glass and toasted to Zhu Quan and the others, and said, "After the fourth brother and the younger brother are in the domain, I have some business, and I hope to be in the same boat with the two of you." ”

Zhu Quan knew that the business of this brother-in-law, who was a colt, was salt, tea, horses, and silk, all of which were not profiteering. It's just that the imperial court has always imposed heavy taxes on this tea, and this salt has been explicitly forbidden to be sold privately in all dynasties.

Ouyang Lun saw that the two of them were silent, and couldn't help laughing, and unfolded the folding fan in his hand with a "swish" sound, and said with a smile while slowly shaking it, "This kind of business that my brother said is above board, which is not only beneficial to us, but also to the court and society." ”

Zhu Quan couldn't help but smile dumbly when he heard this: "Is there such a good thing in the world?" ”

Ouyang Lun Zhengse said: "The kind of business I'm talking about is Tuntian. ”

Zhu Di and Zhu Quan heard Ouyang Lun talk about the business of Tuntian, and they couldn't help but glance at each other, and they both aroused their curiosity.

Ouyang Lun said eloquently, "At present, there are three kinds of tuntian in the imperial court, namely military tun, official tun, and merchant tun. ”

Originally, in order to prevent the invasion of the northern nomadic tribes, most of the current forces of the Ming Dynasty were stationed in countless large and small border fortresses led by the important towns of the nine borders. The garrisons of these fortresses ranged from thousands to tens of thousands. These garrisons are thousands of miles away from the south, and it is naturally impossible to rely on oxen to pull carts and send grain for thousands of miles, so Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang of Hongwu has already had a will, and the garrisons of each guard station are divided into seven points and three points in the field during the war. When there was no war, it was seven points of tuntian and three points of garrison, in order to solve the problem of food for the border fortress, which occupied almost two-thirds of the Ming Dynasty's troops and more than one million soldiers, was for the army.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, wars broke out, and the population of the northern provinces was far less than that in the south, and there were often places where there were no people within tens or even hundreds of miles. Guantun was encouraged by the imperial court to go to the north to reclaim wasteland, and the imperial court provided cattle, farm tools, and seeds. The fertile land obtained from the reclamation shall be owned by the cultivator and shall be exempted from taxation for three years.

Zhu Quan had also heard of this Shangtun in the past, but he didn't know the details, and when he heard Ouyang Lun say this at this time, he couldn't help asking, "What kind of road is this Shangtun?" ”

"Shangtun is also known as Yantun." Ouyang Lun saw Zhu Di, Zhu Quan stared at him with burning eyes, and couldn't help but smile slightly, and tell the story.

Originally, the Ming Dynasty set up many guards in the north, some of the guards near the geographical environment is harsh, lack of suitable land for cultivation, or the grain produced by the military cantonment is not enough for the garrison to consume, so the imperial court authorized some merchants to transport grain to the border warehouse to pay, by the official to give salt, and the salt merchants are afraid of long-distance transfer of grain, but in the government allocated to the border wasteland to recruit nomads to reclaim, with the grain, in exchange for salt, and these merchants can rely on the salt to go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to produce sea salt, buy salt profits. This kind of compromise method to supplement the deficiencies of the military tun is called Shangtun.

Ouyang Lun said this, while holding the wine pot to Zhu Di, Zhu Quan poured it for each other, and said with a faint smile: "Today's Beiping is where most of the Tartars were located in the past. At that time, if the two subordinate soldiers and soldiers are short of food, they can also use the strategy of the Shangtun. ”

Zhu Quan and Zhu Di both fought with the army, and after hearing and witnessing it, they naturally deeply understood that this grain and straw matter was the lifeblood of the three armies Speaking of this time, their hearts were transparent, and they couldn't help but smile at each other and made up their minds.

Zhu Quan said categorically, "That's nature, as the so-called fertilizer and water don't flow into outsiders' fields, this kind of business is naturally only done by you." With that, the three of them each raised their glasses and touched them, and drank the wine from the glasses with their heads up.

After talking about business, Ouyang Lun called the old bustard of the restaurant with great interest and whispered a few words.

A seat on the third floor of the "Qunfang Pavilion" must get five taels of silver, and today Ouyang Lun has chartered three private rooms on the third floor. Although the old bustard didn't know the identities of Ouyang Lun, Zhu Di, and Zhu Quan, he only looked at the calm bearing of the three of them and the magnanimity of their shots, and already understood that the three people in front of him who looked like rich sons were definitely not able to be punished by themselves, but even so, he still cautiously smiled and said, "Miss Cuiwei, this girl is quite arrogant......"

When Ouyang Lun heard this, he opened his fingers and put the poem on his folding fan, and smiled impatiently, "This improvisational work is made by a contemptible person, I don't know if it can get into the eyes of Miss Cuiwei?" With that, he closed the folding fan and handed it to the bustard.

Seeing Ouyang Lun behaving like this, the old bustard understood that the other party was a talented man who often went in and out of the land of fireworks, so he immediately put his mind at ease, immediately confessed his guilt, took the folding fan with both hands and left.

Although Zhu Di has never been very interested in such a place of fireworks, after all, he is a prince, and at this moment, seeing this old bustard doing this, he can't help but be a little displeased, frowning and saying, "It's a big shelf." ”

Ouyang Lun saw that Zhu Di was unhappy, and said with a smile, "Fourth brother doesn't know, the so-called rules and regulations, this place of fireworks in Qinglou also has its own unwritten rules." They are also divided into three, six, nine, etc., like the little brother invited this Cuiwei girl today, but the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are extraordinary, but although these women are sold to the Qinglou due to various circumstances, they often have an agreement with the bustard, and the art is not sold to the body, the guests must not be strong, and they are not rich nouveau riche can do whatever they want. It is also unknown whether the little brother's cursive poems can invite her. ”

Zhu Quan knew that although the brother-in-law in front of him was a concubine, he was born as a Jinshi, and even he didn't dare to hold it up, which shows that this Qinhuai River bank can not be rampant with money alone. After about half a cup of tea, with the sound of small footsteps, under the floating of dark incense, a woman has already walked into the room, and after a little look at the three people in the room, she is slightly blessed, and said softly, "Three sons, the cheap concubine Cuiwei is polite."

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