Chapter 441 A stroke of a pen
Several people wrote down what Zhu Biao said and agreed in unison. There was nothing they could do if they didn’t agree. Seeing how His Royal Highness is like this, he knows how to do it.
Several people were about to bow and retreat when Zhu Yuanzhang, who was silent just now, suddenly said: "The Ministry of Rites should start preparing for the prince's concubine. Goryeo has been urging for half a year, and Li Shanchang is here together Let’s do it a year ago, and prepare for the second and third children next year.”
The servant of the Ministry of Rites agreed, but Zhu Biao didn't say anything when he saw this. Although he originally wanted to wait for Chang Luohua to give birth before taking a concubine, the things he had originally decided were indeed dragged on for too long, just like Gao Li. The princess has been waiting in the capital for seven or eight months. "
The wedding officials in Koryo were going crazy. Even Zhu Yuanzhang was played on the moon, and they had to go to the Ministry of Rites to make a fuss every day. They were really panicked, for fear that their royal highness would be annulled, and they would not be able to explain to the King of Korea after returning home.
After everyone retreated, the father and son tacitly put down their work and called the **** to pass on the meal. It was already noon, and if they didn't pass on the meal, Queen Ma would come and watch them eat in person.
The eunuchs serving in the palace were also relieved to see this. When the Holy Majesty and His Highness were dealing with government affairs, they did not dare to go up to complain, but if they starved these two, they would not escape punishment as slaves.
After a while, four dishes and one soup were served on the table. Zhu Biao glanced at the densely packed court ladies and eunuchs and waved his hand. Everyone retreated, leaving only Liu Jin serving dishes.
After the father and son ate a few mouthfuls at the table, Zhu Yuanzhang said: "If you want to issue banknotes, your little silver is not enough to make a reserve, and a few hundred thousand taels will be more or less."
Zhu Biao took a mouthful of the red and white duck in the bird's nest and said: "It's not enough, but the issuance of banknotes will have to be next year or the next year. During this period, find a way to save some."
Whether it is a perfect banknote system or the anti-counterfeiting work of banknotes, it will take a long time, and there are many things that can be operated during this period.
What's more, the salt, iron, tea ore porcelain in the hands of the imperial court is not a profiteering business, and it is far more valuable than anything else, not to mention salt and iron, which are lacking in all parties.
Just the temptation of tea to Mongolia in the north is terrifying. Every year, the imperial court has to kill a group of people who sell tea to Mongolia privately, more or less nearly a thousand people.
In the early years of Hongwu, my father ordered that tea storage by the people should not be used for more than a month, and anyone who found private tea leaving the country and neglecting the pass would be executed at a later date!
This is still caught, and there are more people who have not been caught. Officials, merchants, frontier soldiers are all involved. This is the crime of beheading.
In fact, there was no shortage of tea leaves in Ming Dynasty. In the counties of Hanzhong, Jinzhou, Shiquan, Hanyin, Pingli, and Xixiang alone, the tea planting area has reached 45 hectares of tea gardens, with more than 860,000 tea plants.
Not to mention the newly recovered Bashu land, where the tea production is even greater. The tea tree tax set by the imperial court is one for every ten tea trees. If there is no owner of the tea garden, the soldiers will collect eight out of ten tea trees.
Calculated in a year, the tea collected by the imperial court has tens of millions of catties. Naturally, it cannot be said that rarity is the most expensive thing. What's more, unlike table salt, tea is not a necessary thing for people's daily life. something to replace.
This scarcity is not the other scarcity. Comrade Zhu’s main concern is not the economic value of tea, but the added value that tea can bring to the Ming Dynasty, or the strategic value.
They all eat meat and milk as their staple food. The nomads lack vegetables and fruits, so they have problems such as greasy, hot and difficult to digest.
According to the records of the Ministry of Rites, during the Yuan Dynasty, all the people in Mongolia had no tea for a day, felt guilty and dizzy, did not eat well, and could not sleep at night.
This may be exaggerated to some extent, but it can also be seen that the importance of tea to the Mongolian Yuan, and now they have lost the tea supplied by the Central Plains, and Zhu Yuanzhang strictly forbids the government and the people to sell tea privately.
This led to the scarcity of tea in Mongolia. You can only exchange precious horses, cattle and sheep for tea. It depends on Zhu Yuanzhang's mood. If you are happy, sell you more, and if you are not happy, cut you off for two or three months.
Zhu Biao put down his chopsticks after eating eight minutes full: "Father, I remember that the imperial court has blocked the northern trade for several months because of Ye Sudie'er?"
Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at him and nodded when he heard the words: "It's been half a year, only Tianbaonu still has some trade, and the rest of Oala and Tatar and other Mongolian tribes have been blocked."
Zhu Biao said with a smile: "Isn't that just right? I'm planning to use salt and tea to search for their gold and silver treasures. When they withdrew from the Central Plains, they took away a lot of good things. I came from the raid last time." I'm afraid it's just a drop in the bucket."
"For example, the batch of gold and silver reserves that Emperor Yuan Shun took away from Dadu for the restoration of the country. After taking Shangdu in a surprise attack, Erchen searched for several times and couldn't find it."
After Zhu Biao forced the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty to death, he seized a lot of rare and rare treasures, but now thinking about it, there are indeed too many treasures.
Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile: "All who abandoned the country fled, and if they don't appease him with a lot of money, who can continue to support him, and now it seems to be scattered on the Tatar kings."
Zhu Biao sighed regretfully. In order to resolve the war as soon as possible, he ordered the Ministry not to invade the property of the Mongolian princes. After all, compared with the yellow and white things at that time, the first priority was to appease the Mongolian kings to submit to Daming.
It’s a pity to think about it now. I knew I would have blackmailed them a little bit more, but it’s not too late. Mongolia is now trapped in the grasslands.
Mongolia has long been no longer a huge empire that dominates the Eurasian trade circle. Now it is just a scattered pack of wolves that are still fighting among themselves. Now they can't even choose a wolf. They refuse to accept each other and bite each other. The weak want to be a dog.
"What does the emperor think? It is impossible to count on the territory. You just swiped a pen just now, and several state capitals are tax-free. If you continue like this, let alone save enough reserves for issuing banknotes, I am afraid that even three years later There is no food left.”
Zhu Yuanzhang put down his chopsticks in embarrassment and said: "Stinky boy, what should we do if there is no tax exemption? You can't just watch the people die and rebel."
Zhu Biao also sighed when he heard the words, the people have enough land to plant, but natural disasters and man-made disasters are rampant, corrupt officials make things difficult, if the imperial court does not give them hope, then it will really turn trees into soldiers, raise poles into banners, princes and generals Ning has something to do with it.
Meng Yuan still has grasslands to retreat to, but the old Zhu’s family doesn’t have one. If the world is in chaos, it would be even worse to return to Fengyang. Now Fengyang has a large number of migrants, and most of them hate Emperor Zhu for forcing them to leave their hometown. Prince Zhu is gone.
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(end of this chapter)