The eldest grandson of Emperor Ming Dynasty!

Chapter 39

"Boss, the old man is here again."

"Well, let's serve it early."

On the second floor of the teahouse, Zhu An's private private room, Zhu Yuanzhang came in with ease and asked with a smile.

"What delicious food did you arrange for us today?"

Zhu Ying said helplessly: "You have eaten my breakfast here for two rounds, so how can there be any new tricks?"

"Okay, grandson, you haven't eaten yet, come, let's eat together." Zhu Yuanzhang sat down and said directly.

Zhu Ying has gotten used to the old man's social arrogance.

Regardless of one mouthful and one big grandson, I never settled the bill when I ate in the teahouse.

Eating and drinking for free, and treating himself like a grandson, is no one else.

In the middle of eating, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly sighed: "We eat delicious food here, but those people outside the city want to snatch even the bark."

Zhu Ying rolled her eyes and said, "Old man, just speak up if you have something to say, why bother beating around the bush like this."

"Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. Yesterday I transferred [-] shi of grain to respond to the disaster."

Zhu Yuanzhang was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed happily.

Regarding the movement of the teahouse, Zhu Yuanzhang naturally arranged for Jin Yiwei to pay more attention.

Just a few days ago, the teahouse suddenly started purchasing a large amount of food.

With so much food, Zhu Yuanzhang immediately felt that maybe his grandson was hoarding the goods.

After all, Dasun is also a businessman.

It's not weird to do these things.

It's just that Zhu Yuanzhang felt a little hard to accept.

Just want to enlighten some.

It's just that I didn't expect to get such a result just after I started asking questions.

But he misunderstood grandson.

"We know that Dasun is completely different from those merchants who are evil-minded."

Zhu Yuanzhang praised.

Zhu Ying took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun and sighed, "It's all about trying my best, but it's just a drop in the bucket after all."

From Zhu Ying's point of view, everyone in Daming is almost at the level of his ancestors.

Maybe which refugee is an ancestor of his later generations.

If this is because of the butterfly effect, let your ancestors starve to death.Then the future self may not exist anymore.

"Don't think so, twenty shi is a lot of food, and it will take a lot of people to cook it into gruel."

Zhu Yuanzhang said with certainty.

One stone in the Ming Dynasty is equivalent to about 94 kilograms in later generations, and Zhu Ying's hand is more than 3000 kilograms of grain.

Before the famine, one tael of silver could buy a stone of rice, and two coins of treasure.

Nowadays, many grain merchants are hoarding goods in a strange way, and the price has soared, and there is still no market for ten taels of silver per stone.

There are also many grain merchants who do not accept banknotes from the Ming Dynasty.

Of course, it's not that they don't accept it explicitly, but directly declare that there is no food, and secretly trade with silver.

Now twenty pennies can't buy a stone of grain.

In the market, the government is opening granaries to stabilize prices, but purchases are already restricted by household registration.

Zhu Ying was able to get so much food to send out, but he spent a lot of money secretly.

"But it's treating the symptoms, not the root cause." Zhu Ying said with emotion.

"These damn businessmen are like this every time there is a famine. We really want to kill them all with our own hands."

Zhu Yuanzhang said a little angrily.

"Forget it. Others hide it at home and don't sell it. What can you do? If you really want to rob it, what's the difference between that and a bandit?"

Zhu Ying said.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded helplessly, even if he was the emperor, there was nothing he could do about this situation.

The only way is to print Daming banknotes and adjust food from other places.

In fact, there are still kind-hearted grain merchants, but they are mixed and hard to figure out.

Speaking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Poor Majesty, because of this famine, everyone has gray hair. I see it in my eyes, and I really feel distressed."

"Looking at the historical records of the Tang and Song Dynasties, it is also because of such famines. Since the Yuan Dynasty, this land in the Central Plains has been plagued by constant famines. I don't know if it is God's punishment."

Hearing this, Zhu Ying hesitated for a moment, and after a slight silence, said calmly: "In fact, as far as Daming's food is concerned, in the face of various disasters, the total food is still enough."

"If we work together to tide over the difficulties, there may not be so many refugees."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said, "That's the truth. It's just that the Zhumen's wine and meat are smelly, and the road is frozen to death. Which family would be willing to take out the food and distribute it to others."

"Actually, it's not impossible to think about it." Zhu Ying said calmly.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked: "My grandson has something to do, tell us about it."

He didn't expect Dasun to come up with any good solutions.

However, in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart, Dasun is the future emperor of Ming Dynasty, so it is naturally extremely important for learning how to deal with famines.

After living abroad for so many years, Zhu Yuanzhang doesn't know how talented his grandson is now.

Coming here this time is also meant to test the school.

"Relief with work, the old man should be very clear about it." Zhu Ying asked.

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly and said, "Of course we know this."

Just yesterday morning, he also ordered [-] civilians to dig up the grandson's tomb in the form of work in lieu of relief.

It's just that Dasun's words didn't make him very satisfied. This method has existed since ancient times, and after all, it was undertaken by the Ming government, so it doesn't make much sense.

"It's good to be clear. The method I'm talking about is this reform of work-for-relief."

"Since ancient times, work-for-relief has been recruited by the government. If you think about it from another angle, what will happen if the folk gentry and nobles go to work-for-relief?" Zhu Ying said slowly.

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned even more, because he didn't understand.

Zhu Ying's words, to Zhu Yuanzhang's ears, are actually no different from corvee labor.

For example, country roads are usually built by the village chief and the villagers during the slack season, which is the same reason.

Seeing this, Zhu Ying thought for a while, and explained again; "The official roads and post stations of Ming Dynasty need a lot of money to repair every year."

"If the work of repairing is entrusted to the nobles of the country, and then returned by the government in batches every year, old man, do you think the nobles and gentlemen of the country will agree?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was clever, but asked inexplicably: "Such a good thing, I should agree to it, but in this way, after all, the government will benefit from it. What's the difference from now?"

Zhu Ying was speechless. It seems that the old man is not very proficient in business. He has already said so much, but he has not yet understood the meaning.

"Old man, Daming is not short of money, but food."

"These groups of gentry and nobles are given work by the government. They must find someone to do it. If they find someone to do it, they will get food."

"The money given by the government and the food they provided. In this way, it is equivalent to spending money from the government to buy food and do things."

"The government gave out money, the gentry and nobles gave out food, and the common people had a way to live. This matter, isn't it settled?"

A few words immediately made Zhu Yuanzhang enlightened, and he suddenly became enlightened.

He quickly thought about the feasibility of this countermeasure in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was a clever plan.

(End of this chapter)