After Yan Song got up from the ground, Jiajing turned his gaze to Yan Song and asked unhurriedly.

"Yan Song, do you have anything else to say to me?"

"If it's just to bring me a few jars of pickles, you don't have to come here yourself!"

Yan Song saw that his inner thoughts had been seen through by Jiajing, so he simply stopped hiding them, plucked up his courage, and proposed to Jiajing.

"Your Majesty, when Boss Zhao of Liuxinju sent someone to deliver pickles to Wechen's house, Wechen had a whim and thought of a way to quickly fill the treasury!"

Hearing Yan Song's words, Jiajing couldn't help but become interested, and immediately asked.

"Oh, keep talking!"

Although the treasury is full at the moment, who would dislike the abundance of money in the treasury?

After getting Jiajing's permission, Yan Song finished sorting out the language in his mind before he said all his thoughts.

"Your Majesty, Weichen thinks so, the newspaper issued by the imperial court, once it was launched, was widely welcomed."

"From high-ranking officials and nobles to peddlers and pawns, they all have an extremely strong interest in the newspapers issued by the imperial court."

"Before, Liuxinju, as the only merchant in the capital who funded and sponsored the newspapers issued by the imperial court, also gained a lot of income along with the hot sales of newspapers!"

"Not only has the popularity increased dramatically, but the prices of the products sold in the store have also risen with the increase in fame."

"Right now, the price of a jar of pickles in Liuxinju is even several times more expensive than the price of a pound of meat, but despite this, there is still an endless stream of people who go to Liuxinju to buy goods!"

After listening to Yan Song's narration, Jiajing also quickly understood the meaning, and immediately spoke.

"Yan Song, do you mean to use Liuxinju as an example to publicize and attract more merchants in the capital to participate in it, so that those merchants can obediently take out the silver in their hands?"

Yan Song saw that Jiajing understood what he meant, so he immediately nodded and continued to add.

"Your Majesty, that's what Weichen meant!"

"Even, we can hold an auction just like the original Maritime Trade Division sold sea vouchers, so that these merchants in the capital can bid for each other, and the highest bidder wins!"

"Your Majesty, not long ago in the battle against the Tatars, a lot of money and food were consumed in the treasury."

"Now, through this method, we will soon be able to make up for the money and food that the treasury has consumed before."

After Yan Song finished narrating his thoughts, he stopped talking, lowered his head, and quietly waited for Jiajing's decision.

After listening to Yan Song's narration, Jiajing frowned slightly, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, and after a long time, he saw Jiajing come back to his senses and instructed Yan Song.

"Well, that's a good idea, I'm right!"

"In that case, Yan Song, I'll leave this matter to you!"

Seeing that his suggestion was adopted by Jiajing, Yan Song forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and said respectfully.

"Obey the order, Your Majesty, Weichen will definitely not live up to Your Majesty's trust!"

Just when Yan Song thought that the matter had come to an end, Jiajing seemed to suddenly remember, and then spoke again.

"By the way, Yan Song, do you remember the matter I proposed earlier to compile books?"

When Yan Song heard this, after thinking for a while, he immediately responded: "Is Your Majesty referring to translating the contents of that book called science?" ”

When Jiajing heard this, he bowed his head slightly, and immediately responded: "Well, that's right, that's what I'm referring to, and I plan to officially put this matter on the agenda at the next cabinet meeting!" ”

"At that time, after I have translated the contents, the book will be compiled and proofread by your cabinet!"

Yan Song knew that if he could really complete the compilation of the book, his name would also be on it, and he might be able to live for generations in the future and be admired by thousands of students in later generations!

Thinking of this, Yan Song's mood became more and more anxious, and he immediately knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for giving Weichen such a chance!"

Jiajing took in the expression on Yan Song's face, waved his hand quite casually, and then spoke.

"Alright, get up!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After that, I saw Yan Song slowly getting up from the ground, but judging from the unconcealable excitement on his face, he had been looking forward to such a day for a long time, especially under the premise that his physical condition was not as good as day by day, he was eager to leave something.

"Yan Song, do you have anything else to report to me, if not, you can leave."

"Yes, Your Majesty, Weichen will retire!"

After Yan Song saluted Jiajing respectfully, he turned around and left the Qianqing Palace tremblingly.

After Yan Song left, Jiajing turned his gaze to Lu Fang on the side and commanded.

"Lu Fang, you will accompany me to the imperial concubine's side later, and I will personally send her a few jars of pickles!"

When Lu Fang, who was on the side, heard this, his expression immediately turned grim and he responded respectfully.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

……

Night falls, Fujian, Zhangzhou Mansion.

At this moment, Tan Lun is in the courtyard of his mansion, enjoying the moonlight while enjoying the tea.

Since distributing the 15,000 acres of land to those landless people, Tan Lun has fallen into a state of idleness.

Those landless people have their own land, and their enthusiasm for farming is extremely high, not only that, but after Tan Lun's many blows, the bandits in Fujian are almost completely extinct.

In addition, after Tan Lun, he rehabilitated the wrongs, clarified the rule of officials, appointed a large number of honest and talented officials, and began to reduce the burden of the people, exempting a large number of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes.

The whole of Fujian, under Tan Lun's rule, has gradually become prosperous, and the lives of the common people are getting better day by day, and Tan Lun, the governor of Fujian, has won the love of the people.

Just as Tan Lun was still savoring the taste of the tea in the cup, he heard a rush of footsteps outside, and after a while, I saw Tan Lun's cronies come to Tan Lun's ear and whispered.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has sent a letter!"

When Tan Lun heard this, the expression on his face suddenly became serious, and he immediately commanded.

"Well, the official knows, take the official over immediately!"

"Yes, Governor!"

After that, Tan Lun, under the leadership of his cronies, successfully met the person who came to deliver the letter.

When the visitor saw Tan Lun coming, after confirming his identity, he took out the letter from his arms without saying anything, came to Tan Lun's side, and said respectfully.

"Your Excellency, this is a letter from Your Majesty!"

Tan Lun took the letter from the hand of the person who came, and immediately commanded.

"Well, the official has received the letter, you go down and rest!"

"Thank you, Governor!"

After that, the person who came to deliver the letter went down to rest under the leadership of Tan Lun's cronies.

"Why did Your Majesty suddenly send me this letter?"

With such doubts, Tan Lun returned to the study and confirmed that it was safe before opening the envelope in his hand.

The content of the letter was very simple, with only a short sentence: "Immediately transfer grain from Fujian to Zhejiang without delay!" ”

After Tan Lun finished reading the contents of the letter, he did not hesitate at all, and immediately called his subordinates and commanded in a deep voice.

"You go and check immediately, how much grain is still available for mobilization in the granary of Fujian!"

"Yes, Governor!"

Not long after, the subordinate who had been sent by Tan Lun to investigate the situation came back, only to see him holding a booklet in his hand and respectfully reporting to Tan Lun.

"Your Excellency, the amount of grain that can be mobilized in Fujian Province is 18,000 stones!"

After Tan Lun learned this specific number from the mouth of his subordinates, he pondered for a moment, and then immediately commanded.

"From now on, immediately mobilize ships from all over the place, load all the eighteen thousand stone grain, and immediately transport it to Zhejiang!"

Although the subordinate was quite puzzled by Tan Lun's order, he didn't ask anything, but responded respectfully.

"Yes, Governor!"

After the subordinate left, Tan Lun immediately sat down in front of the bookcase and took out the letter that Jiajing had written to him earlier, thinking so.

"Your Majesty suddenly sent someone to send me such a letter, it must be an ulterior motive, could it be that something went wrong in Zhejiang, which led to a lack of food?"

"It stands to reason that it shouldn't be at all, with the richness of Zhejiang, it won't be to the point of food shortage at all!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Tan Lun suddenly slapped his thigh, with an inexplicable look flashing in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"I know, it's because I changed rice to mulberry!"

"According to the maturity time of mulberry seedlings, at present, the mulberry seedlings in Zhejiang will be able to officially produce mulberry leaves in a month or two at most.

"Xu Jie, they will definitely not let go of this opportunity, they will definitely try their best to force the change from rice to mulberry to fail!"

"And right now, from the letter sent to me by His Majesty, it can be seen that the situation in Zhejiang is already extremely serious, and there is a shortage of food in the local area, so it is naturally impossible to change rice to mulberry!"

"This is a naked conspiracy, even if you know the truth of the whole thing, it will not help, the person in charge of the household department is Xu Jie, as long as Xu Jie is willing, there will not be a grain of grain delivered to Zhejiang!"

Thinking of this, Tan Lun seemed to suddenly remember something, and his face was full of shock.

"By the way, the batch of grain that arrived in Fujian a month ago shouldn't be ......?"

……

Zhejiang, Zhejiang's Governor's Palace.

It was late at night, but no one left in the council hall of the Governor's Palace, and everyone was discussing how to use the little food left to support this time.

"Lord Governor, just throw out a few scapegoats and divert the attention of those Sannons!"

In the room, I saw Zheng Michang turn his gaze to Hu Zongxian, who was sitting at the top, and said in a deep voice.

As soon as Zheng Michang's words fell, He Maocai on the side also echoed.

"Yes, Lord Governor, it can be seen from the time when the government distributed relief food today, those Sannong are quite resentful of this, if it continues like this, I am afraid it will provoke a civil uprising!"

After listening to Zheng Michang and He Maocai's proposals, Ma Ningyuan sneered and immediately spoke.

"After all, this is to quench your thirst, even if it can temporarily divert the attention of those Sannons?"

"When those Sannons react, the resentment against the government in their hearts will be even heavier, and they will think that it is those insects in the government who are greedy for relief food that should belong to them!"

"As long as there are people with ulterior motives behind the scenes, those mulberry farmers will rise up and make trouble, and at that time, changing rice to mulberry can also be said to be officially declared a failure!"

When Ma Ningyuan said this, he looked around and then added.

"If you want me to say, we should strike first and arrest all the unstable elements in Sannong in advance, so that the rest of the people will be able to take care of themselves!"

After listening to Ma Ningyuan's suggestion, Zheng Michang, who was on the side, was full of disdain and said sarcastically.

"At least half of the people in Zhejiang are involved in changing rice to mulberry, how can the government prison hold so many people?"

At this moment, Hu Zongxian, who was sitting at the top, saw that everyone had a tendency to quarrel, so he immediately frowned and said in a deep voice.

"The official didn't call you here to listen to your quarrel!"

Seeing Hu Zongxian speak, several people who had been arguing before immediately closed their mouths and said in unison.

"Yes, Lord Governor!"

After this, I saw Hu Zongxian turn his gaze to the side, and Gao Hanwen, who was silent, immediately asked.

"How long can the remaining grain in the granary last last?"

Gao Hanwen saw Hu Zongxian asking him, and after thinking for a while, he responded.

"Lord Governor, the remaining grain in the granary can last for ten days at most!"

Hearing this, the expressions on the faces of everyone present became gloomy.

Before this, everyone thought that they would soon be able to get the food they needed from Jiangxi, but the reality gave everyone a hard blow, and the ship that was originally responsible for transporting grain in Jiangxi was set on fire by unknown people.

As a result, the time for transporting grain has been greatly delayed, and at present, Cao Shunhe, the governor of Jiangxi, is also lacking in skills, even if he has a heart to transfer grain from Jiangxi to Zhejiang, it will not help.

Hu Zongxian, who was sitting at the top, saw that everyone's mood became depressed, sighed helplessly, and comforted him.

"Well, after coming down later, the official will write another letter to urge it!"

At this moment, Gao Hanwen proposed to Hu Zongxian with the attitude of a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

"Your Excellency Governor, why don't we write a letter to Tan Lun over there in Fujian, no matter what, he Tan Lun used to be your subordinate!"

As soon as Gao Hanwen's words fell, Zheng Michang suddenly got up from his seat and raised an objection to this: "Lord Governor, even if Tan Lun used to be your subordinate, please don't forget his identity, he is from Qingliu!" ”

"At this critical time, how can he help?"

After Hu Zongxian listened to Zheng Michang's words, his whole person became a little shaken: "Yes, no matter how you say it, this Tan Lun is also from Qingliu's side, will he really help?" ”

In this way, after hesitating for a long time, Hu Zongxian made up his mind, only to see him look around, then retract his gaze and say in a deep voice.

"Since there is no other way now, then the official might as well let go of this old face and give it a try!"

"Even if it doesn't work, the official will only lose a little inconsequential face, what is this thing compared to the net worth and lives of so many Sannong farmers in Zhejiang?"

(End of chapter)