It is another autumn harvest season. The fertile black soil of Heilongjiang, which has been for thousands of years, is now showing a golden yellow color. The heavy wheat bent her head, and the newly-dead rice is emitting a fragrance. No matter how the world changes, people's food is the most important thing. The tragedy of the rapid commercialization of the Ming Dynasty is vivid in my mind. When Jiangnan was engaged in maritime trade in the East India Company, he never relaxed at any time in the northern granary.

Moreover, as Mao Jue entered the customs, there was a rapid development here. First, the surrendered people under Li Zicheng, one hundred acres per person. Then Mao Jue confiscated a lot of land in the capital. The eunuchs' families heard that there was cheap land in the north and there was no restriction on annexation. They also took their belongings and servants to board the train from the capital to Acheng, and Henan. Unfortunately, it was a big wasteland last year. The Ming government's years of negligence caused the overdeveloped Zhongzhou land to be disrepaired. Floods and droughts came together, and the investment in water conservancy is too great.

Mao Jue was also lazy about this group of refugees. The local government directly encouraged them to go out to work, and even the train tickets were reimbursed. He also wanted to work and do extra money and come back if he had money. Even the Chinese farmers who were reluctant to leave their hometowns still had hundreds of thousands of aspiring young people "actively" devoted themselves to the construction of the Great Northern Wilderness.

But after there was a house and land there, they would come back to plough the few acres of thin fields and barely live, or come back to visit and leave, maybe they would be able to go.

The "Saint Kings" in history, Shunzhi, Kangxi, Yongzheng, Qianlong and other Qing emperors foolishly sealed the willow branches and prohibited the farmers from going north to settle down, so that this fertile soil was empty for more than 200 years, and the Tsarist Russia's fur bear was taken off, almost the same as Canada's latitude. God gave China a large area of ​​uncultivated virgin land, and finally the surname was Russia. Finally, there was this opportunity. Mao Jue would not let it lose its favor again.

Following the bumper harvest, there was also Shandong, a province with a consistent agricultural and large population. The wars in the past year were normal. Even if the densely populated Lianghuai were taken into the hands, the population under Mao Jue in the north was only more than 50 million. The agricultural products of the two provinces were enough to ensure the normal grain supply in the northern ten provinces. Wen Meng, who even took the grain, started a slave business with Zhang Xianzhong, who was entrenched in Sichuan. Two stones of grain, a middle-aged man, one stone and a half stone, and an old man over 50 years old, and those with special talents such as craftsmen, scholars or women with outstanding appearance, would directly give money.

Anyway, the King of the Great Western did not like the people under his command and killed them at any time. Mao Jue's business gave him a new way out. He could still earn military pay and rations if he sold the person. How great!

Under this trade, the tense military confrontation in the Hanzhong area also eased. The dense population in Sichuan was like a livestock, and was tied into a string by the Daxi military in the old Shaanxi Province. It was driven out of Sichuan in tears and handed over to Wen Meng's Gansu-Shaanxi Corps. Similarly, the grain transported from the Jiubian Railway and the silver in the southeast were carried to the country of Tianfu in boxes one by one.

“Happy cooperation!”

The two highest sergeant chiefs in Hanzhong were Guan, Wen Meng and Bai Wenxuan shook hands heavily, but with their smiles on their faces, the two senior officers burst into two words in their hearts at the same time.

Stupid!

Zhang Xianzhong's rule in Sichuan has always been unstable, and the great tribes in Sichuan have been resisting, and the Sichuan people are also disagreeing with refugees. This is also one of the reasons why he killed in Sichuan in an indiscriminate manner. He sold them in exchange for precious military rations and military pay. The vacant land was just for the refugees in Shaanxi. As for the property of the Sichuan people, the generals of the Daxi Army were divided into three birds with one stone.

As for the Beiming side, the historical Shaanxi Huguang filling Sichuan was just the opposite. These short Sichuan people came to Shaanxi crying and were immediately packaged and divided. Part of them were filled in the land abandoned due to war in Guanzhongping near Xi'an. Most of the remaining ones were all invested in the construction of the third railway in Xu, Zheng, Luo, Tong, Xi'an and Gansu.

In addition, Wen Meng also reported to the Ministry of Revenue, requiring that a single line be pulled out from Xi'an and go straight to Hanzhong.

Another part was absorbed into the border defense forces of the Beiming Dynasty. Don’t underestimate the short Sichuan people. In the cruel war of resistance in later generations, the Sichuan army almost played a mainstay. In the 12-year War of Resistance, 3.5 million Sichuan children set foot on the battlefield, with a total of 640,000 casualties. Almost all parts of the country were filled with their blood. One Sichuan person must be among every five or six soldiers.

The people of these Tianfu Kingdoms have a strange love for life. At the same time, they are also particularly strong and stubborn in their bones and shoulder the entire northwest border defense. Under Wen Meng's command, Mao Jue specially approved the organization of twenty corpses and guarded the northwest of the Ming Dynasty's consistent source of troops. Wen Meng still approved the organization of six corpses of the Sichuan Army. In the future, these troops will be the mainstay.

More importantly, what Zhang Xianzhong didn't know was that he also helped Mao Jue eliminate his confidant troubles. The Sichuan clans that occupied the top level of society were sold out by Zhang Xianzhong, so naturally they could not form a "gangster force" and Mao Jue's local government in the future.

Zhang Xianzhong won, now lost, and the future, so if you really count it, Wen Meng is right, he is a fool!

Mao Jue's development of Heilongjiang black soil granary not only changed the direction of agriculture in the north and south, but also had an extremely significant political impact on the Northeast Asian countries in terms of brokerage.

There are no harvesters these days, and farming can be extensively cultivated. However, harvesting requires a solid bend down to cut it with one knife. Two or three million hectares of arable land are only more than four million people at this time. Many Liaodong, which is in the army, harvest on their own, but they are absolutely unable to harvest it. So Fan Wenju, who guards the north, signed an agreement with Li's North Korea and Japan. The two countries opened their borders every year, allowing the Li Dynasty to pay 100,000 yuan and the Japanese to pay 200,000 yuan, and specially took a boat to the north to get harvest.

Not to mention, in the fields, Japanese warriors don’t use sickles and Japanese swords, and they can cut wheat into pieces, and their efficiency is not low. Many people even understand the sword art when cutting wheat. They have created their own genre and are called the Mai Sword Saint.

Every year, as the switching fee, the Ministry of Revenue pays Li's North Korea and Japanese daimyos to give 200,000 taels of silver and 400,000 taels of silver respectively. The labor force of the two countries who participate in the work can earn about four taels of silver per person in two months, and those who do more can earn six taels of rice. Dongjiang is both the trade of Japan and the Li Dynasty. In this way, it can be considered as a supplement for the two countries, so that they can save them from draining them.

However, when making this money, the two countries were in pain and happiness. On the one hand, it was a good thing to make money. On the other hand, there were many residents in the country who took the opportunity to smuggle in Beiming, which caused the population of the two countries to be severely lost. They did not dare to offend Mao Jue, a petty monarch. The two countries could only swallow their teeth.

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Even if this finished product is added and transportation expenditures are added, the grain prices of Beida Warehouse, which has a large land and sparse population, are still lower than the grain prices of Jiangnan, which are densely populated, have relatively scarce land resources and are productively dense.

The ceasing of ports such as Hangzhou has greatly hit Jiangnan's just emerging capitalism and the production industry dominated by handicraft factories, which have caused a fatal blow like a blizzard. With Zheng Zhilong's surrender and the patrol of the Royal Navy in the East China Sea, the maritime trade was almost cut off. A large number of handicraft populations had to return to towns and carry their hoes again. Then, the cheap food slapped several times in the face of the Jiangnan landlords.

Mao Jue did not prohibit Nanming merchants from entering the Hangzhou area, but in the autumn of the first year of Kaiming, they undoubtedly encountered a lot of nails.

"What? Not going into it?"

The autumn grain store in Hangzhou City was full of shock, and Gong Zi, a handsome businessman from the Jiangzuo family, screamed in disbelief, in disbelief.

"Why, Mr. Yang, Qiushi has been selling grain for more than a hundred years. It's just one year after that, are you going to be ungrateful to the Lord? Have you forgotten the Gong family's care for you?"

This is also one of the reasons why the industry and commerce in Jiangnan cannot develop. The feudal personal dependence relationship is too strong. However, in Hangzhou, this feudal dependence relationship was obviously broken. Both were full of anger. Yang Xingzhong, the shopkeeper of the grain store, also roared with anger: "The Gong family's care for my Yang family? That year, my Yang family did not repay the tribute with real money and silver. On the contrary, this time, Guangou even took away my daughter, Yang. Did the Gong family make a sound? Besides, this autumn grain store is no longer operated by the Yang family, and belongs to the East India Company industry of the Regent! If you can't enter the grain of Jiangnan, your own company will make the decision!"

"I think you are a ungrateful dog slave who is a ungrateful dog slave!"

"Brother Gong said this, and Yang had nothing to say! If Brother Gong had nothing to do, please ask! Yang still has official duties!"

The company is semi-official, and the security guards equipped with are all veterans of the Dongjiang Army. Seeing the two tall and powerful security guards leaning over with bad expressions, they felt weak, but Gong Zi still couldn't stand the face. While walking, he was still screaming indignantly.

"A dog slave who sells his master for glory, a bastard who is not a son!"

Unfortunately, no matter how happy he scolded, there was no effect in front of the business. It only made the next few Beishangs who came in look at him with surprise, and then they looked at him with a sense of contempt and disdain.

Of course, not everyone is as obedient as Gong Zi, and the Ruan family on the other side has obviously judged the situation a lot. At another big grain store, Mao Jian put the best on the table. The chubby grain merchant of Ruan family smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Shopkeeper Shi, even if it is Ming Dynasty in the north and south, it is not Ming Dynasty. Our Ruan family has been working together for so many years. You said, you should give some face and get in more. The old brother has an explanation in front of the head of the family, right?"

Unfortunately, this family affection card is no longer useful, and it is extremely difficult for the shopkeeper Shi to close his hands helplessly: "Brother Ruan, we have known each other for many years. Brother and I have no choice but to do anything about it! First of all, this grain store is not mine, and it belongs to the head of the Regent Dong India Company. These five hundred stones are already the bottom line for me to lose, otherwise someone will check me above! And I will give you a briefing, the grain price of the grain ship from the north is this number!"

The traditional Chinese businessmen's trading price method, with their big sleeves together and their hands pulled each other, Ruan Doumo's face changed suddenly, full of shock, and shouted incredibly: "So cheap?"

"No? I heard that although it is cold in the north, there are many animals and few people and land. During spring plowing, dozens of horses will be planted and more than one hundred acres of land will be completed. During autumn harvest, there are still Japanese people who come to harvest autumn. How can they be like us? Four or five people who plough one acre of land?"

"If you don't believe it, I will take you around in the granary behind!"

"Don't let it go, you can't use it, brother, can't I believe you or me?"

What kind of master and what kind of tribe? Ruan Dacheng is not so traitorous, but rather he is flexible. So when his official position was robbed by others, he defected to Wei Zhongxian without hesitation. Ruan Doumo also had this courage. After pondering for a moment, he lowered his voice and asked: "If the Ruan family is also the same, can this grain be collected?"

"But then I'll pay it? Isn't it a tax on entering Hangzhou, and then..."

"This year, the grain production in Jiangnan is high, and these big ports in Hangzhou will not be collected. Zuo Liang Yuguang on Huguang will make white strips, throw them into the ground and rot directly. If you lose, it will be better than the grain without harvest. Brother, right? Can you give this convenience?"

"Brother, you said so, what's wrong? Even if you offend a few shareholders of the company, we will still take the food from Ruan Weng. I'll take it away. I'll bring the bills!"

Only the ten orders were negotiated, but they were sold at a loss. The grain ships near Yangchun River and Qiantang River were piled up like mountains, and the merchants of Jiangnan clans were so anxious that they were bubbled, but they were at a loss.

Now his mouth is still unclean. Looking at the West Lake in the night, Gong Zi was sitting at the bow of the boat and kept roaring in anger.

"What I forgot about is a lowly businessman like a mud!"

"I don't believe that these bastards can avoid food when they start the boat and return to Changzhou. Some of them cry and beg us."

"But Master, the Master hasn't come back yet!"

"Where did that incompetent thing go?"

He was already full of anger, and when he was slapped through, Gong Zi roared in anger.

"Back, go back to Master!" The voice stuttered a little, and the butler replied tremblingly: "Master, I heard that the Regent's Empire Square was opened today. The young master and a few went on a tour to criticize the same year!"

"It's been a day since I left. Can something happen?"

If this guy is really a crow's mouth, before Gong Zi could roar, a rapid sound of horse hooves came from the shore. More than a dozen Northern Ming knights kicked the horse to the edge of the dock impatiently.

"Which is the Jiangzuo Gong family?"

"I'm just there, I wonder what the Jun Ye has to do?"

My heart skipped a beat. Gong Zi hurriedly poked his head out on the grain ship, but the words of the leading knight almost made him faint.
Chapter completed!