The news that the imperial court established the Ming Dynasty Bank and the Ming Dynasty Trading Company came with the official start of the autumn harvest in the 29th year of Hongwu.

In late autumn, the land south of the Yangtze River is golden as far as the eye can see.

The trees on the fields and mountains have become jade inlays decorated with pieces of golden amber.

This is a rich scene.

Everywhere in the fields, you can hear the joyful laughter of the people.

This is about harvest days.

The 29th year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty was a rare harvest year, and news of an increase in grain production came to every household's fields.

The people walked into the rice fields that were flooded and dried by the sun, cut off the rice poles that were bent by the golden ears of rice, and tied them together.

When pieces of golden amber are left with clusters of short roots, the people will carry the rice, which is far heavier than their bodies, on their shoulders with smiles on their faces and send it to the drying field outside the village.

The women at home will immediately separate the plump rice grains from the heavy ears of rice.

Each household has its own area for drying grain.

The harvested rice will be spread out immediately on the drying ground.

The situation this year is very good. It has been cloudless all day for a long time before the autumn harvest. Now that the autumn harvest has begun, there is no rain.

It was already noon, when the temperature was at its highest.

Autumn tiger bursts are scorching.

People who had been going out since before dawn, based on past experience, began to walk out of the rice fields. Several families gathered together and hid under the green shade of the dividing trees planted on the ridges of the fields.

Food for several families was put in bamboo baskets by the children and delivered to the field ridge.

The adults, who had been busy for a while, began to replenish their energy. Days like this where there was still food to eat at noon only appeared when the farming was busy.

In recent years, as the Ming Dynasty's national power has become increasingly powerful, people have gradually begun to eat three meals a day, but porridge and soup are still the main meals at noon and evening.

The children had been gathering around their mother for a long time at home. When her stomach was full, her grandmother caught all kinds of insects in the fields.

The laughter and laughter of children replaced the clattering sounds of the common people during their farm work.

Yingtian Mansion is located on the riverside Zhuangzi near Zhenjiang Mansion.

The men put down their sickles, hid in the shade of the trees, and ate the dry rice brought by their children. As the food filled their stomachs, chatting began.

"This year, God has opened his eyes, and our family can have more meat to eat during the Chinese New Year."

A man wearing short sleeves and a straw hat, with a thick smile on his dark face, looks simple and honest.

"It would be really good if we could have such a good year every year." Someone sighed with emotion.

It has been almost 30 years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. Even Jiangnan, a land of plenty and plenty, has rarely seen such good years as this year.

"Relax, aren't all the grains we use now made by Master Yuan of Shanglinyuan Prison and his people? Even if there is a bad year in the future, God is blind, and Master Yuan is here, we still have to be afraid

of?"

Someone suddenly mentioned Yuan Sutai.

For the people, especially the people in Yingtian Mansion, Yuan Sutai is a well-known figure.

Everyone knows that now every household has increased its grain production and is gradually able to go to bed with a full stomach. This is all because of the benevolent government of the imperial court and the hard work of Young Master Yuan Sutai, which has brought them a good life.

"I heard that Master Yuan has gray hair now, and he spends the whole day with people in the Yamen, thinking about how to increase the production of our land. You said that we are done with the work this time, why don't we go there and give some gifts to the elderly?

Would you like to order some souvenirs from each house?”

The simple people of the Ming Dynasty simply thought that it was Yuan Sutai who kept them full, so they could not forget his good deeds.

But someone murmured on the side: "Young Master is a high-ranking official, and he is busy with big things every day. Let's not delay Young Master's big things."

"You always have to think about it. At worst, we can just leave the things at the door and leave. This way we won't delay the young master's affairs."

The matter seemed to be settled, and several men discussed what they should bring to Yuan Sutai.

Then the topic began to broaden.

"Have you heard that the imperial court is going to change our tactics this time? It will no longer collect grain, and it's time to collect money."

"This is a good thing. After selling the grain and giving the money to the young men at the tax office in the village ahead, we don't have to do corvee work anymore. If the government has something to do, they have to give us money to do work."

"It should mean that our Ming Dynasty is about to flourish."

As a place in the capital, people always have a more comprehensive understanding of the various policies of the imperial court.

The centripetal force is also much deeper than that of people in other places.

Everyone held the same view that Zhili Road would now change the system of levying money per acre, abolish corvee service, and replace it with government employment.

"It's just a little troublesome. We still have to sell the grain to those grain stores. If these profiteers take the opportunity to lower the price, can we still collect enough money?"

The people are not really stupid, experience tells them that businessmen are unreliable.

Especially in this kind of thing.

"Bang!"

Someone slammed the sickle in his hand into the ground, and said with a fierce look: "Which profiteer dares to lower the price, we will go to the tax soldiers of the tax department to seek justice!"

"Let the tax soldiers raid their homes!"

On the field ridge, everyone spoke fiercely.

And on the trail outside Zhuangzi.

A grain merchant who came from Zhenjiang Prefecture was sitting on an empty carriage with his family's work. His face was full of pride, and he was shaking his head leisurely, looking at the fields that had been harvested on both sides of the road.

"We have a good harvest this year!"

The grain merchant's face was full of smiles, as if he had seen that the cellar where the silver was stored in his home needed to be expanded again.

The shopkeeper sat in front of the carriage and drove the carriage himself.

Listening to the owner’s smile.

The shopkeeper turned around, with the same bright smile on his face: "Master, you must be good at calculation. You know that all the autumn grains of Zhenjiang Mansion are being watched by others, but no one has taken action on Yingtian Mansion's autumn grains this year.

Our family will definitely make a lot of money."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The grain merchant smiled proudly, sitting cross-legged on the carriage, slapping his thighs with his palms: "None of them know that Zou Xueyu was the prefect of Yingtian Mansion before.

He became the Governor-General of Zhili, so Yingtian Mansion is naturally his private territory. Do the merchants of Yingtian Mansion dare to do things under his nose?"

The shopkeeper didn't understand and asked doubtfully: "Then we can do it?"

The grain merchant laughed: "We are not from Yingtian Mansion. Even if the governor's office finds out, the gentlemen of Zhenjiang Mansion will have to come to us."

The grain merchants will only serve until they order.

The shopkeeper laughed even more happily.

Will the gentlemen from Zhenjiang Prefecture come looking for them?

The gentlemen in the government offices wish they could earn more money. Only in this way can the gentlemen in the government offices also have a good year.

The two of them chatted about each other.

The guy at the front had already rushed over in a hurry.

"Master, Zhuangzi has arrived here, and those Tian Han people are hiding from the sun."

The grain merchant's eyes lit up, he stood up from the carriage and looked at the farmers taking their lunch break gathered under the field ridge in the distance.

"Let's go! Come over and settle the deal. Let's head to the next village."

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"This little money? We won't sell it!"

On the field ridge outside the village, the people looked at the unfamiliar grain merchant in front of them, with displeasure on their faces.

Unless you have lost your mind, you will only sell the food you grow this year to someone else at 50% of the price of last year's food.

The grain merchant didn't reveal anything, he just glanced at the villagers in front of him and said with a smile: "The folks don't know. Who knew that the price of silver has risen sharply this year. The current price of silver is two to five.

Can I exchange for one or two gold? Is this something that was possible in previous years?

As the silver price goes up, our grain prices naturally have to be equal, and we are not trying to lower the price, we are all giving the full amount.

Don’t believe it? If you don’t believe it, you can ask someone to ask elsewhere, but the price is the same. If not, my money bag will be yours.”

As he spoke, the grain merchant patted the bulging money bag hanging on his waist on the carriage parked on the roadside.

The people looked over quietly.

I guess it can be as good as ten or two.

It seemed that the grain merchants were not cheating, so the people began to hesitate.

"Why don't you ask someone to ask?"

The grain merchant immediately echoed: "Let someone ask."

"Then let Goudan'er go to the village ahead and ask. By the way, let him go to the town and ask what the recent silver price is."
To be continued...