When Liu Guangsheng entered Beijing, he was just in time for the peak of the 'fallen leaf incident', and Donglin Party officials were arrested every day in Beijing.

Kill the head and raid the house.

In the words of officials, this is called official boring.

Everyone is precarious, and no one knows if their head is still on their shoulders when they wake up.

The officialdom is chaotic like a pot of porridge.

As the governor of Shaanxi, Liu Guangsheng's battle into Beijing will naturally not be just a carriage, and now the world is entering Beijing from Shaanxi, and there are nearly 1,000 guards alone, so he was stopped by a team of rangers more than ten miles away from the capital.

After identifying himself, Liu Guangsheng left the escort army in Beijing and rode into the city alone.

At the beginning of last year, Liu Guangsheng came to the capital once, and when he came again this year, he looked out of the city through the curtain of the carriage window, which was a little different from his impression.

Today's Beijing gives him a particularly well-behaved feeling.

The shops on both sides of the street are open, welcoming groups of customers, there are no vendors selling along the street, and there are no nobles who drive or ride horses at will, the whole royal road is empty, except for their own carriages, occasionally see a few, but without exception they are all cars of the government yamen.

What attracted Liu Guangsheng's attention the most was the grain price notice posted by a rice store along the street.

"Today's grain price, two dollars for rice."

Two dollars of rice, two taels of stone rice, this price is more than five or six times higher than that of the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, but at this time, it is already a very low price.

A bucket of rice in Liaodong sells for eight taels!

Shaanxi, Gansu, Sichuan, Jin, a bucket of rice sells for nine dollars!

The capital was able to control the price of grain to the level of two yuan, which was simply an incredible thing in Liu Guangsheng's eyes.

"Stop the car for a moment."

Surprised, Liu Guangsheng shouted to stop the carriage, the coachman did not know why, but he did it honestly, and helped Liu Guangsheng get out of the car after parking the wheel steadily.

Liu Guangsheng walked into the rice shop and copied the rice in the rice bucket with his hands.

The best Jiangnan rice is not shoddy brown rice.

Although Liu Guangsheng did not wear an official robe, his official spirit from the inside out could not be concealed.

"This lord, do you want to buy rice?"

"Ahh Liu Guangsheng casually responded: "Look at the market." ”

The guy was clever and said, "Listen to the master's accent, it doesn't look like a local." ”

"Yes, then where do you say the old man is from?"

"The master is from Jiangxi."

Liu Guangsheng was surprised at this time, although he is from Jiangxi, he has been working in Shanxi for many years.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, a rural voice is difficult to change.

"You have a lot of knowledge, and you can even hear the old man's Jiangxi accent."

The man's eyebrows raised proudly: "Although the little one is just a guy, he has indeed seen a lot of people under the roots of this imperial city." ”

"Huh."

Liu Guangsheng smiled, and then focused on the price of grain: "Why is the grain in the capital so cheap. ”

I thought that the guy would talk eloquently and explain it to himself, but I didn't expect the guy to shake his head: "This little one is really not clear." ”

"I don't know?"

"This is the government's ration."

This is really a new word, which made Liu Guangsheng stunned, and couldn't help but open his mouth to ask: "What is rationing?" ”

At the beginning of each month, the rice stores in the city go to the yamen to receive grain, and when they receive it in the second month, they pay the grain arrears owed to the government in the previous month.

The price of the rationed grain is fixed, and the price that our rice bank receives from the government is one cent and eight cents of silver, and the selling price is two cents, and the difference between the two cents is the profit of our rice store. ”

The so-called one cent and eight cents can be expressed as 1.8 money, Da Ming has no decimal point, with the word point to express, and the next two points of the point is not the same meaning.

Liu Guangsheng listened carefully, and then raised his confusion.

"Now that natural disasters have been occurring year after year, the people have long developed the habit of hoarding grain, and the price of rationed grain is so low that the people will enthusiastically hoard it, so can the government supply it?"

The man smiled: "Master, I don't know, this kind of food hoarding has indeed happened, and that was when the rations were first sold, but the price of grain at that time was four dollars a bucket of silver."

Now the price of grain has been falling, and the number of people hoarding grain is also falling, before there were rich businessmen hoarding grain, thinking of making a fortune, but now the imperial court is putting more and more grain, and the price of grain is getting lower and lower, and the rich businessmen who hoarded grain before can't bear it.

So you don't have to worry about it, now the whole city of Sijiu is looking forward to the continued decline in food prices. ”

Liu Guangsheng was completely stunned: "Where did the household department get so much food?" ”

"This villain doesn't know." The guy shrugged: "You look like a big man, and I think you have a relationship with those big officials, you can ask those old people." ”

Liu Guangsheng then nodded: "Thank you." ”

"You're polite, you go slowly."

Walking out of Mixing, Liu Guangsheng stopped on the royal road and watched left and right, which attracted the attention of a team of soldiers and horses not far away, and walked over quickly.

"It is forbidden for idlers and other people to stay on the royal road."

The so-called royal road is commonly said to be the official road, in the vivid is like the Chang'an Avenue in Beijing in the later generations, you can drive back and forth, in addition to a lot of traffic lights, traffic control at every turn, and does not prohibit the common people from driving on the road, as for pedestrians have a special sidewalk.

In the past of the Ming Dynasty, the official road of Beijing city can be pedestrians at will, slow pedestrians, small stalls and hawkers can walk, if according to the records in the "Five Miscellaneous Works" and "Collected Poems of the Dynasties", Beijing's health situation is so bad, and the official road is even full of feces.

Well, the city's underground sewage system is not perfect enough, and once it is blocked, it bumps out.

Try not to think about that scene.

Now Liu Guangsheng is standing on this official road, which is called a refreshing person, there are no idle people, there is no noisy market, and there is no feces and urine that can not reach the top of his boots, so that he was even interrogated by the patrol officers of the Soldiers and Horses Division when he stood here.

Facing the little official, Liu Guangsheng's style was taken out, and he didn't speak, and his coachman came up to deal with it.

"This is the governor of Shaanxi, Lord Futai, this time I came to Beijing to meet the saint."

The patrols were suddenly shocked, and they were about to bow down in a hurry, but they were stopped by Liu Guangsheng.

There is a world of difference between officials and officials, and it is the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty for officials to kneel and bow when they see officials.

"The old man came to Beijing last year, and this official road is still congested everywhere, and the smell is pervasive, why is it so refreshing today."

A catcher from the Terracotta Division stood up to answer questions: "Soon after the new year of the new year, we changed the governor of Shuntian, and these are the requirements of Lord Futai. ”

"Who?"

"The subordinates don't dare to say that Lord Futai's name is true, your surname is Zhou."

Liu Guangsheng had a conjecture.

Zhou Yanru?

It's possible.

"Looks like he's doing a good job."

Boarding his carriage, the coachman asked, "Do you want to go to the political envoy to say something?" ”

As a second-grade feudal territory, when you enter Beijing, you should go to the political envoy to order and report.

But Liu Guangsheng thought about all the chaotic things mentioned by his friends in the capital in the letter, and finally shook his head.

"Go directly to the palace, and the official will face the saint."

"Yes."

The carriage departed, and the previous patrol still stopped to watch.

One of the catchers muttered something in a low voice.

"This year, this seems to be the first local governor to enter Beijing, didn't you hear that place in Shaanxi is making trouble, come at this time..."

"Don't chew on your tongue." The head catcher kicked him: "What do you do with this kind of good official, it's your turn to talk nonsense here, take care of your mouth." ”

Everyone was silent and continued their street patrols.

That's a good idea, but it's not complete.

Liu Guangsheng was indeed the first local feudal official to enter Beijing in the first year of Chongzhen, and he was the first person since Zhu Youzhen ascended the throne.

When Zhu Youzhen ascended the throne last year, although congratulatory letters from local officials came one after another, none of them entered Beijing in person.

It seems that everyone is not optimistic that Zhu Youzhen, the young emperor, can lead the Ming Dynasty to justice.

Everyone went their own way, and they didn't bother to deal with Zhu Youzhen.

And today, Liu Guangsheng is here.

Perhaps, this is the beginning of all good things?