During this period of time, the people of Beijing could not take care of it for many years, and the tragic situation of the victims in the northwest reflected the reputation of the cabinet.

The more miserable the victims, the more legitimate the money borrowed by the cabinet, and the more positive the image of Yan Song and Xu Jie in the hearts of the people.

There is a huge force in the dark that tells the people of the Ming Dynasty that it is necessary for the court to borrow money, and Yan Ge has always been the same through the ages.

It's just that the more this is the case, the more Yan Song can't sleep, since he learned about this, Yan Song, who is already old, has not closed his eyes for a day and a night.

"Yan Shifan, I taught you to do a bad job, can you be a deaf ear again?!"

Yan Shifan, who had just entered the atrium and had not yet stepped into the threshold of the cabinet, his steps froze, and then he looked at Yan Song with some impatience.

"Dad, do you remember what you told me to do yesterday?"

"I'm not old yet!" Yan Song's face was stunned when he heard this, and then he asked, "What do you mean by this that you didn't do anything at all today?" ”

"What am I going to do?! The people are going to give you the Ancestral Hall, I went over with a shy face and told them, my father is a bastard, have you removed this ancestral hall? ”

Listening to Yan Shifan's words, Yan Song's blood pressure rose significantly.

"What nonsense are you talking about?! Have you ever seen the commercial tax system of the cabinet department?! The first thing to be pushed forward is the tax on the market stalls! It's only been a few days, and the Jingshi has made such a big move, and there are no businessmen behind it who are getting in the way, do you believe it yourself? ”

"Today they can give your father a shrine, and tomorrow when the market stall and store taxes are paid to them, they will have to stab your father with a villain!"

Yan Shifan was silent for a long time before he spoke.

"Dad, do you know how much silver we can save from this disaster relief?!"

"I don't know what is alive or dead! You ......"

Before Yan Song finished speaking, Yan Shifan had already run out of the duty house, and only left a sentence before leaving.

"I'm in a hurry at every turn, I'm in a hurry!"

The Son of Heaven gave the power of the treasury to the household department, but Yan Song never felt that the authority in his hands had increased.

In the past, he was a herdsman on behalf of the sky, and if something big happened, the Son of Heaven could hold it.

The authority is here, but now there is no one to cover the Yan family.

Just when Yan Song was sitting in the hall stunned, the cabinet clerk ran into Yan's house.

"Yan Ge Lao, Xu Xiang asked me humbly, the tax of the stalls in this market will be issued to the political envoys and yamen today, and the elder Ge still has a comment to add?"

"Are all the government and county officials ready?" Yan Song asked indifferently.

"It has been prepared, and each county will recruit 100 people first, which should be enough for the time being."

After pondering for a long time, Yan Song sighed and said, "Send it down." ”

"Whoa."

The arrow had to be sent, and Yan Song, who was bound to ride a tiger, had to send the document first.

And in Yan Song's heart, several merchants scolded themselves and scolded them, and they have survived for so many years.

But don't come out of the moth.

——

Willow Springs is inside.

Zou Wang sat in the box, and a group of Hui merchants, Qi merchants, and Jin merchants gathered in Liuquanju.

In the box, there are four words "know what you know".

"Let's tout Yan Ge Lao like this, isn't this just to roast Yan Ge Lao on the fire? After a while, the tax collectors received the doors of the people...... Gee. ”

The speaker's name is Wang Chongyi, a Jin merchant in Puzhou, and it is also a county adjacent to the epicenter, but most of the close relatives of the Wang family are doing business abroad and have not been greatly affected.

As deep as love goes, so does hate.

It is easy to pick up Yan Song now, which means how easy it will be for Yan Song to fall down in the future.

Wang Chongyi didn't dare to think about how beautiful Yan Song's reputation would be after a while.

"Donghu, do you really want to open this newspaper hall to Shanxi? Hedong is a remote place, this must be a loss-making business. ”

"Those who do not seek the world are not enough to seek a moment, those who do not seek the overall situation, are not enough to seek a domain, and the business of the newspaper hall cannot be counted like this." Zou Wang casually put down the teacup in his hand and continued: "Opening a newspaper studio is just a few dozen taels of silver, and a loss is a loss of these dozens of taels." ”

"Yan Ge Lao is exhausted, and the victims are in dire straits...... Zou Wang's voice paused, and then he looked at Wang Chongyi and continued to ask: "You don't need to destroy your family to relieve the difficulties, and you still have interest to take it, you can help the court to relieve the disaster and get a clear name, if you are a common people, are you still embarrassed to open up the sky and ask for a price?" ”

"Not only does it save time, but it also saves money, but it's just a few dozen taels of silver, can't Fang Tian even give up this bit of silver?"

Zou Wang took a deep breath and continued: "Even if you take another 10,000 steps, even if the commercial taxes are paid to the people, and the people have grievances in their hearts, it will not be used against you and me, the disaster in the northwest is real, Fang Tian is from Puzhou, the disaster is miserable, why do I need to wait for more?" ”

"As long as the people really have a community in their hearts, they will still lend us food, and if the people want to scold, it will be ......"

Before he finished speaking, Zou Wang swallowed back that sentence.

Even if this trick is seen through by the people, it is also signed by Yan Song, and no matter how much he scolds, he can't scold them as businessmen.

The disaster in the northwest is real, and so are the people who are waiting to be fed.

With that, that's enough.

Even if you know that someone is profiting from it, as long as the food can finally reach the people in need, and they are not at risk of losing their money, there are still a large number of people who are willing to give generously.

Wang Chongyi was choked by Zou Wang.

A newspaper singing hall is only dead, but it is a loss of fifty or sixty taels of silver.

However, it is a huge amount of money to be able to push down the cost of borrowing grain from the people by three or five cents.

Looking at the expressions of Wang Chongyi and others, Zou Wang said abruptly: "So, on the day I left the palace, I told you, my Ming Dynasty's Optimus White Jade Pillar, the Sea Purple Gold Beam, is Yan Ge Lao, Xu Xianggong, you and I are just an errand for the court, and it is my Ming people who endure humiliation and burden, and we can't afford such a heavy reputation." ”

"How can you make money if you want to clear your name? We are businessmen, and businessmen have to do what businessmen should do! The little money of the newspaper hall will be spent when it is spent, and it will be lost if it is lost, so it is okay. ”

Speaking of this, a sentence came to mind in the minds of the businessmen present.

Pit the people, infamous the cabinet.

The Tao Te Ching has clouds, and those who are too good know it.

But Zou Wang has already noticed that above the Taishang, there is another realm, that is, the lower does not know what exists.

The wind and waves outside were too strong, and Zou Wang just wanted to hide and hide in a place where no one could notice him.

Huge profits have cleared the way of information flow between the provinces, and this seemingly inconspicuous industry in Beijing and a few famous counties and mansions is becoming the darling of businessmen.

Even most newspapers may struggle to be self-financed.

There will be gains and losses in everything, and there will be gains and losses in all things.

These singing and newspaper halls that have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain will eventually accelerate the spread of Shixue, Neo-Confucianism and other ideas that have just been bred in the south of the Yangtze River in the Ming Dynasty.

An era destined to be more brilliant than the hundreds of schools of thought, is about to erupt.

——

Jingshi already had a tax on market stalls, but after the disaster in the northwest, the cabinet finally raised the tax on market stalls to 15 taxes after discussion.

This is convenient for the officials of Shuntian Mansion, how much tax each shop has paid, and then pay another one.

"Poor master, didn't the shop already pay taxes at the beginning of the month?"

"That's a positive tax, in order to repay the cabinet loan, the world's market stalls have been changed to fifteen taxes and one, and one more is paid according to the previous thirty taxes."

"But the small ones also lent grain to grain merchants to help the imperial court for disaster relief!"

"One yard is one yard, the commercial tax is not collected, where does the grain merchant get the grain to repay your grain, and how can he pay you interest, a pound of grain, only borrow for ten days, and give you one or two grain interest, where does this come from?!"

In just a few words, Cao Yan was speechless for the merchants in Beijing.

It wasn't until the tax was paid that the merchants who were stunned in place came to their senses.

"Wait a minute, let's lend grain to the grain merchants, and then the grain merchants will go to the northwest to relieve the disaster, and then the imperial court will increase the taxes of you and me...... Isn't this disaster in the northwest our relief?! ”

"Aang."

"The interest on the three million taels of silver comes from us? And let him Yan Song earn a reputation of loving the people inside and out? ! ”

A group of merchants unanimously scolded in a low voice.

"Old Wang Ba."

The originally popular newspaper hall gradually calmed down soon after the market stall tax was added in Shuntianfu.

Except for a few people who don't know what's going on, they will only sigh a few words when they hear about the disaster in the northwest.

But it didn't take long for the people to find out that they were wrong.

And it couldn't be more wrong.

For the grain merchants who had borrowed the grain a few days ago had returned from the other counties, and the grain merchants had brought back the grain, but they did not return the grain to the people who had borrowed it, but silver and copper coins.

Originally, the people of Jingshi hadn't thought much about it.

It's just that when they took the money to buy grain, they found that in order to stabilize the price of grain, Shuntianfu stipulated that each person could only buy ten catties of rice and noodles per day.

Some of them were clever and lined up outside the rice shop day and night, and quickly exchanged the money in their hands for food.

And more people did not join in the fun, but went home directly with the money.

After the grain merchants in Beijing settled their accounts, the major grain numbers no longer restricted the purchase of rice and noodles, but the grain prices in Beijing soared to 90,000 li as if they had become immortals.

"This is the money you pay back to Lao Tzu! Even with one stone and nine buckets, this is the price you offered me! Why are you only selling me six buckets of grain with one stone now?! ”

"No, you are still unreasonable, this ancient thing is rare and expensive, and there are many people who buy grain, why can't we increase the price?"

"Aren't you unloading the mill and killing the donkey?!"

"Nonsense!"

"The grain in the world has been adjusted, anyway, the food of the Jingshi will not be needed for disaster relief in the future, aren't you unloading the mill and killing the donkey!?"

The troublemakers were dumbfounded by the grain merchants, and all the notes and IOUs were taken away after they collected the money.

And now, the money that was originally with interest has not only disappeared after the price of food has risen.

Even the book was folded by dozens of catties.

Almost everyone who lent food to the court had a breath of breath in their stomachs, and there was only one person left who could vent.

Cabinet!

RNM, pay back!

(End of chapter)