Land annexation, the law of rise and fall that successive dynasties have never escaped.

During a heavy snowfall in Gyeonggi, the poor people who were hungry and cold sold their sons and daughters-in-law, tearfully sold their ancestral one-third of an acre of land, and took a small bowl of rice with blood, and finally came to survive in front of the porridge shed for disaster relief.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

Jia Cong, a carnivore, stood in the cold wind and stared at the yellow-skinned victims, staring at the heat wafting in the porridge shed......

"Teacher, is my family going to do this?"

"Hmm."

A simple word made Jia Cong's heart panic.

Xu Jin's big hand pressed on Jia Cong's shoulder, sighed but didn't say anything. The two provinces of Nyongrong have a large area of land in Gyeonggi, which far exceeds the rewards of the imperial court since the founding of the country.

How did it come about? Is it possible to buy just one acre?

People are greedy for profit.

"Let's go into the city, and I'll take you to another place for the teacher."

Xu Jin patted Jia Cong on the shoulder, turned around and walked in the direction of the carriage.

Jia Cong looked at an old man who received porridge and rice, tremblingly walked to a grass shed, and slowly fed the porridge in the bowl to a thin little baby.

The baby wore several tattered clothes, but she was still shivering from the cold. It wasn't until he drank a few sips of hot rice porridge that he smiled at his grandfather.

That smile stung Jia Cong's nerves. He wanted to send the brocade fur on his body, but in the end he held back.

He couldn't help but scolded: "Go to his mother's Zhaoyuan Dynasty, go to his mother's country to be strong and the people to be rich, and go to his mother's Heavenly Empire......

The disrespectful words frightened the two dragon guards standing beside Jia Cong, and Jia Shiyi frowned and reminded, "Little Third Master, be cautious!"

"What do you say?"

Jia Cong pointed at the poor victims and angrily rebuked, "Will the civil and military officials in high-ranking costumes report this real scene to the saint and His Majesty? They will only use flowery articles to show off the false prosperity. After all, the Son of Heaven rules with a bow, and hundreds of officials and herdsmen. It's not what they say, but what the Son of Heaven can only hear and see."

As he spoke, Jia Cong turned his gaze to the two dragon guards.

With an inquiring look in his eyes, he asked in a deep voice, "As the eyes and ears of His Majesty, the Dragon Guard can also report these to His Majesty?" Don't lie to the official, the official will personally enter the palace to ask Your Majesty."

The two dragon guards looked at each other, not daring to speak.

The answer is already obvious, the untouchables are just the untouchables, how can the dignified son of heaven and the army care about the life and death of the untouchables?

Hum!

Jia Cong threw up his sleeves and left, and the look of anger on his face did not decrease in the slightest after boarding the carriage.

Xu Jin had already anticipated this situation and said calmly, "The crisis of dynasty change has always started from land annexation. However, this has become the most difficult problem to solve, and I have traveled all over the world for the teacher, and I have not thought of a suitable solution so far. There are too many people to offend, but if you are touched, you will immediately be attacked by an unstoppable attack. It's not just one person or a part of the people, but almost all over the government and the opposition, the noble clansmen, the civil and military officials, and even nine out of nine scholars!"

"O outcast, how ridiculous it is that a landless people are called outcasts! Teacher, can the princes of the court watch the people starve to death and freeze to death? When one day, when the spark ignites the prairie fire, how can the displaced people who have risen up from the pole let go of the former meat eaters, and they will not be afraid?"

Looking at the childish apprentice with a childish face, Xu Jin smiled bitterly: "When will you be able to govern the world? A thousand-year-old family and a century-old dynasty are just changing emperors."

Boom!

Jia Cong slammed his fist on the carriage and said unwillingly, "What about Xungui? The nobles were born according to the dynasty, so don't they worry about their own burials when the dynasty falls?"

"Xungui can't control the government, or that sentence, when will you be able to govern the world? Good disciple, the first lesson that the teacher will teach you today is to make you understand one thing, if you don't study the imperial examination, you will never be able to dominate the world, and you will never be able to display your ambitions."

Xu Jin stared with extremely calm eyes

The idea of a horse-drawn carriage, also known as a horse-drawn train, had already burst into the emperor's mind as early as the southward journey to Beijing.

If you don't engage in trains, you are still a traverser?

It's like lifting a gun, as an absolute killer in the cold weapon era, it is not on the table in the hot weapon era.

The same goes for horse-drawn trains, which are not worth mentioning at all in the industrial age.

But there is no way, it is still only a feudal era, and it really has to wait until the industrial revolution, and it will be in the middle and late eighteenth century.

The horse-drawn train is the product of compromise.

After all, the steam engine is still just a prototype and has been slowly improving.

But Zhu Yixi couldn't afford to wait.

From Jilin in the east, to Turpan in the west, to Yinshan in the north, and to the South China Sea in the south, such a vast land was taken by him during his reign.

The cost of ruling is high, so it is also difficult to maintain, after all, it is too big.

Therefore, trains are an indispensable thing.

Since the locomotive has to wait, let's put the rails in place first.

The three elements of pillows, rails, locomotives, and trains.

If the locomotive can't work, then use a horse-drawn train to make do with it first, and when the time is ripe and the steam engine can be applied, it will be a matter of course, and there will be no obstacles at all.

Of course, as far as Zhu Yixi knew, the original track was not made of iron, but was made of stones.

Later, there were tracks made of wood, which were very common in British coal mines, and of course, it was not trains but horse-drawn carriages that traveled on them.

He didn't think about any of this, and just used the rails.

Anyway, with the large-scale mining of coal mines, fuel is no longer restricted, and the output of Zunhua iron ore is quite okay, so it is natural to use rails.

In order to get more iron, he even liberalized the operation of the iron plant, thus stimulating more private capital influx.

Of course, if nothing else, most of them are bureaucrats and aristocrats involved.

The Emperor was not surprised by this.

Without a new aristocracy, how can it replace the old aristocracy?

Isn't the so-called revolution in Britain just a girl among the aristocracy? Cromwell was originally of aristocratic origin.

The law of history is like this, those who uncover the graves of the old dynasties are often their own people, Tang Zhisui and Yuan Zhiqing.

"First from Yuquan Mountain to Beijing, then from Yuquan Mountain to Xuanfu, and then to Datong."

Zhu Yixi looked at the map and sketched the railway layout map of the Ming Dynasty in his heart.

In the case that the production of pig iron is not enough, it is very necessary to lay a railway on the frontier.

"Your Majesty, there are many people in the capital who are curious about the railroad tracks."

Zhang Qi said with a smile: "After hearing that you can walk around the carriage with just a few coppers, many people are willing, which is much cheaper than renting a car."

"That's inevitable."

Zhu Yixi's spirit was pulled back, he turned his head and looked at Zhang Qi: "As long as it is popularized in the capital, those people will accept the railway and know its convenience, and it will naturally be transmitted to Tiannan and Haibei."

"Then there will be no worries about sales."

That's right, at the beginning, Zhu Yixi did not completely regard the railway as the exclusive domain of the army, but was ready to relax it to the people, so that the people could appreciate the charm of transportation development.

As long as the money is received and the capital can be returned, then the Ministry of Internal Affairs will not lose money.

When the time comes, the continuous collection of money is enough to spread the railways all over China.

Interests are eternal and perpetual motion machines.

Moreover, for the emperor, mastering a railroad is equivalent to mastering a financial road, although the initial cost is larger, but it cannot support the accumulation of money over time.

"If it is open to the people, only from Yuquan Mountain to Beijing, you can collect hundreds of yuan every day!"

Zhang Qi squinted his eyes and said carefully: "The princes and nobles of Beijing City, about 100,000 people, all eat the spring water on Yuquan Mountain, and only one bucket of water collects ten coppers, and there are no tens of thousands of barrels per day?"

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Looking at the little apprentice in front of him, the words of the sage and his old man that had been said many times sounded in his mind: Jia Cong of Rongguo Mansion has a tiger in his heart. success is to help the world, for the blessing of Daxia; If it doesn't work, it will cause chaos in the Central Plains, and demons will stain all directions.

This little apprentice was born in the top nobles of Great Xia, but he has a soft heart, cares about the people, and should be the heir of the mantle.

He has a powerful force behind him, who can support his own way, to help the world, and to benefit all people.

Crunch crunch......

The prosperity of Wanping County and the homeless grass huts outside the city seem to be two worlds.

The sounds of hawkers everywhere and the playful laughter of children weave the gorgeous eulogies that Jia Cong read in the Di newspaper.

It's not real!

Crunch......

"My lord, the Thousand Towers have arrived!"

Xu Jin lifted the curtain and walked out of the carriage with Jia Cong.

The door number of the Qianju Building is gorgeous, and the lanterns and red silk hanging on it show the magnificence of this restaurant.

As soon as Jia Cong followed Xu Jin out of the carriage, a wealthy middle-aged man was greeted at the door.

"Ah! Master Wen Kui came, and the villain never greeted him from afar, which is really rude!"

"Shopkeeper Xue is really polite, this official came to Wanping on business today, how can he be hungry for insects in his stomach, and he wants to taste the food of Qianzhonglou again. No, I brought my apprentice to disturb Shopkeeper Xue."

It seems that Xu Jin is familiar with this shopkeeper Xue, and during the greetings between the two, the shopkeeper Xue set his eyes on Jia Cong, who was standing aside.

He only glanced at Jia Cong, and then exclaimed, "But the third master Cong of Rongguo Mansion?"

Jia Cong's mind was still on the victims outside the city, and he responded perfunctorily: "Hmm."

"Hey, it's a coincidence, the head of the family is also upstairs today, and I just mentioned the third master."

Shopkeeper Xue smiled all over his face, and hurriedly welcomed Xu Jin and Jia Cong into the building: "The villain went to the capital to deliver the account book a few years ago, and I saw the third master of Cong from afar, it is really Zhilan Yushu, a person among the immortals......

"It's over."

Jia Cong gave up his hand, and as soon as he entered the building, he saw Xue Pan walking down the stairs.

Xue Pan originally saw Jia Cong, and immediately wanted to rush over for a bear hug, but at a glance, he saw Xu Jin beside him with a badge ornament and a crimson official robe.

"Oops......"

Xue Pan, who couldn't brake halfway through, hit a table all of a sudden, if it wasn't for the shopkeeper Xue stepped forward to help him, it is estimated that he would have bled into his brain.

"Meet Mishi-sama......

"This is my teacher, Mr. Liuyuan Wenkui, Mr. Yushi Qingteng, the right of the Metropolitan Inspectorate!"

After Jia Cong's introduction, Xue Pan became more respectful.

This is not one of those sour Confucians in Jinling City, but he is a real immortal, and it is said that he rushed into the palace of Goryeo with a sword and slashed the regent of Goryeo, and was respectfully sent out of the palace by the monarchs and ministers of Goryeo.

Welcoming the two of them to the private room on the second floor, Xue Pan was about to worship the gods excitedly.

After boiling tea and pouring water in one go, he asked in a low voice, "Does Wenqu Xing still accept apprentices?" What do you think of me, brother?"

"Xue Gongzi is not suitable for the way of the imperial examination."

Xu Jin bluntly refused, but also pointed out Xue Pan: "I heard that the soldiers of Rongguo Mansion are teaching Xue Gongzi martial arts, and he can make contributions to the generals of one party in the future!"

Xue Pan did not decline because of this, after all, he was just a whim. He laughed and said, "What your lord said is that I really don't like to read. However, practicing martial arts is really hard, and after I came to the capital, I didn't have a good rest for a few days, and I didn't go to play in the eastern and western cities."

"The road of martial arts training is to practice three dogs in summer and three nines in winter, Xue Gongzi wants to achieve something, and hardship is the only way to go......

Xu Jin and Xue Pan chatted for a while, then suddenly changed the topic and asked, "Xue Gongzi, I heard that your family is going to buy land in Gyeonggi, how much have you bought now?"

Yes?

Xue Pan couldn't turn a corner for a while, but the shopkeeper Xue on the side answered for him.

"Back to my lord, according to the old master's idea, the villain has been looking at the right Zhuangzi for a long time, Yuan

Ben negotiated two places, but it was delayed due to the snow disaster. A few days ago, there were many people in the county who were struggling to make ends meet and wanted to sell their land, but they ......."

Halfway through the shopkeeper Xue's words, there seemed to be something unspeakable. glanced at Jia Cong vaguely, and was lightly kicked by Xue Pan when he hesitated: "Say!"

"But there are too many people in the middle and upper grades of Gyeonggi to look at, and the villain can't afford to mess with them, so in the end they only bought a hilly land, totaling no less than 200 acres."

Jia Cong frowned and asked, "Can't be provoked? Whose family is it?"

Shopkeeper Xue smiled bitterly and said, "Third Master Cong, there are clans, honorable relatives, and Chinese martial arts...... Among them is the steward of your house!"

"My housekeeper? What's your name?"

"The son of the chief steward of your mansion, Lai Shangrong."

At this time, Xu Jin interjected: "Let's talk about the specifics, how did Lai Shangrong buy the land? How much did you buy? Where are they?"

Shopkeeper Xue glanced at this Imperial Master in surprise, and after Xue Pan nodded, he told what he knew.

It turned out that after the snowstorm in Gyeonggi, there were many poor people who could not hold on until the end of the month, and there were people in all the prefectures and counties of Gyeonggi who sold their fields to survive.

As a confidant of the Xue family, the shopkeeper Xue naturally would not let go of such an opportunity to buy land, and asked around in the face of wind and snow, and really met an excellent Zhuangzi.

This village is all poor people, the only old Xiucai did not survive the winter, under a scare, plus the right price, most of the people are willing to sell their land to the Xue family, or even sell themselves into the house, in order to survive.

Originally, he was going to sign a deed, but Lai Shangrong appeared. In the name of Rongguofu, he forced the houses in Wanping County not to sign the title deed, and assigned the entire Zhuangzi to his name at a price of less than one-third.

Even the entire people in the Zhuangzi were forcibly turned into tenant slaves, and several families who were unwilling to sell their land disappeared into the wind and snow inexplicably.

And Hu Youwei, the commander of Wanping County, after learning that this matter was done by the steward of Rongguo Mansion, actually licked his face and welcomed Lai Shangrong into the county office, entertained him with good wine and food, and found half of the Zhuangzi from the left and sold it to the "Rongguo Mansion" at a low price.

In order for Lai Shangrong to be able to say a few kind words in front of the pardoning master, after all, he has been in Wanping for a long time, and he wants to join the Jia family, just like that Jia Hua, soaring into the sky.

When Jia Cong was so angry that he wanted to rush to Lai's house to slaughter Lai Shangrong, Xu Jin said leisurely: "Among the few families that disappeared inexplicably, there was a woman who survived, and she "happened" to be rescued by the Beijing County Palace, and this is why the secret report of the Dragon Guards happened."

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