I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

Chapter 415 The Tensioning Situation

Due to the habits of his previous life, Jiajing read the newspaper very quickly, almost reaching the point of ten lines at a glance. After a while, Jiajing finished browsing the contents of the newspaper.

At this moment, Lu Fang's anxious voice sounded beside Jiajing's ear.

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Jiajing heard this, put aside the newspaper in his hand, turned his gaze to Lu Fang, and encouraged him.

"At present, this newspaper is not bad, but I have to wait until I have read this newspaper for the common people before I can give an evaluation."

After Jiajing finished speaking, he picked up the newspaper that was specially provided to the common people.

As soon as Jiajing picked up the newspaper, he keenly sensed the difference in material and smell between the two sides.

The newspaper in front of me is specially supplied to the common people, the material used is even worse, and it exudes a pungent smell.

Jiajing turned his attention to the newspaper that was specially provided to the common people, and saw that there were not many words on it, except for the four big characters of Ming Daily at the top, the rest of the content was presented in the form of illustrations.

The characters drawn in the newspapers were also extremely shoddy, with nothing but a few strokes of outlines, and the enemy and us could only be distinguished from the costumes and weapons of the two sides.

But despite this, it is still possible to guess what happened from the actions of both parties.

The newspaper in front of him reminded Jiajing of the cartoons he had read in his previous life. Just as Jiajing was associating the characters drawn in the newspaper with real people, Lu Fang's uneasy voice sounded again.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, what do you think?"

When Jiajing heard this, he immediately came back to his senses, took a panoramic view of the expression on Lu Fang's face, and immediately spoke words of encouragement.

"Haha, Lu Fang, you did a good job in this matter, and I will reward you well!"

"what?"

When Lu Fang heard this, doubts appeared on his face. He originally thought that the emperor would be angry because of this, but what he didn't expect was that the emperor not only did not get angry, but also said that he would reward himself.

Jiajing seemed to see the doubts in Lu Fang's heart, and turned to explain.

"Lu Fang, have you forgotten what I said earlier?"

"The most important thing about a newspaper for the common people is that it is cheap. Only when the common people can afford the price of the newspaper can the newspaper achieve the desired effect!"

When Jiajing said this, he paused for a moment, and continued to add: "Therefore, in order to save costs, the cheaper the materials used, the better!"

"By the way, what material is this newspaper for the common people made of?"

Seeing Jiajing asking herself this question, Lu Fang hesitated for a long time before answering cautiously.

"Your Majesty, the newspaper in front of you is made of raw materials for making papyrus. In addition, on average, the printing cost of this kind of newspaper is less than two cents, and the newspaper you saw at the beginning, Your Majesty However, the cost of printing needs at least six pennies.

After listening to Lu Fang's explanation, Jiajing immediately rubbed his chin and began to think about how to set the price. After thinking about it for a while, Jiajing came back to his senses and gave instructions to Lu Fang.

"How about this? The newspapers for officials and gentry are temporarily priced at [-] cents, while the newspapers for the common people are priced at two cents, or even free of charge. You can give them away for nothing."

After listening to Jiajing's order, Lu Fang's face immediately turned serious, and he responded respectfully.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Seeing that the matter had settled, just as Lu Fang was about to leave, she was stopped by Jiajing.

"After you come down later, go to the warehouse by yourself and withdraw two thousand bolts of silk!"

Hearing this, Lu Fang paused, and after a moment of stunned, a look of gratitude appeared on his face, and he responded respectfully.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness!"

……

It was late at night, and the lights in Yan's study were still on, and in a daze, a figure who was pacing non-stop could still be seen.

Not long ago, after Yan Song asked Yan Shifan to inquire about this aspect, Yan Shifan hadn't come back for a long time, and Yan Song couldn't help becoming worried. Just when he was about to call the housekeeper, he heard a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Father, it's me!"

As soon as Yan Song finished speaking, Yan Shifan's voice came from outside the door.

Seeing this situation, the stone in Yan Song's heart finally fell to the ground safely, and the worried look on his face disappeared, and he opened his mouth immediately.

"come in!"

Afterwards, Yan Shifan entered the study with only a 'squeak'.

Yan Song looked Yan Shifan up and down with cloudy eyes before asking.

"How did you go with what I told you?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Shifan replied without thinking.

"Father, my son has already investigated several provinces near Zhejiang, and there are still surplus food, only Jiangxi Province and Fujian Province."

As soon as Yan Shifan's words fell, Yan Song frowned tightly and gave his own opinion.

"At present, the Fujian side is controlled by Tan Lun from Qingliu. It is impossible for us to mobilize food from Fujian. It seems that we can only start from Jiangxi."

After listening to Yan Song's opinion, Yan Shifan immediately expressed his agreement.

"Yes, father, there is no hope in Fujian right now."

"Now, the only thing we can count on is Cao Shunhe, Governor of Jiangxi Province!"

When Yan Shifan said this, as if he suddenly remembered it, he slapped his thigh suddenly and said excitedly.

"Yeah, how could I forget about this!"

After Yan Shifan finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Yan Song, and then spoke.

"Father, do you still remember that not long ago, Hu Zongxian personally led an army to Jiangxi to suppress the rebellion?"

As soon as Yan Shifan's words fell, Yan Song was keenly aware of the meaning contained in Yan Shifan's words, and immediately hesitated.

"You mean, ask Hu Zongxian to come forward and write a letter to Jiangxi governor Cao Shunhe, asking him to transfer grain to Zhejiang?"

"Yes, father, that's the idea of ​​the boy. It can be said that Cao Shunhe owes Hu Zongxian a huge favor. We can just take advantage of this opportunity..."

Hearing this, Yan Song said with hesitation on his face.

"I always feel that things are not so simple. Could it be that Xu Jie can't think of things that you can find out?"

"Perhaps before this, Xu Jie had already issued an order to Jiangxi governor Cao Shunhe not to adjust the grain without permission!"

At this moment, Yan Shifan's face was full of anxiety, and he urged: "Father, no matter what the result is, let's give it a try first. We must not just sit and wait for death like this, and we must not fall short in changing rice to mulberry!"

Yan Song seemed to be moved by Yan Shifan's words. After a long time, Yan Song looked away and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, I'll write to Hu Zongxian right now, and you study ink for me!"

"Yes, Father!"

Seeing that Yan Song was willing to try, Yan Shifan also heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately responded in a deep voice.

After that, Yan Shifan quickly ground the ink for Yan Song. Yan Song spread out the paper, soaked the ink with a brush, and wrote the four characters "Ru Zhen's relatives" on the letter raft.

"How is my beloved student doing recently? In addition to the daily greetings, this letter written by the teacher today has an extremely important matter that needs to be done by you. I hope you can come forward in person to Jiangxi Governor Cao Shunhe..."

When the last stroke was done, Yan Song heaved a sigh of relief, put the brush in his hand back to its original position, checked it carefully, and confirmed that there were no mistakes or omissions, and waited for the ink to dry completely before installing it. Put it into the envelope, and then told Yan Shifan.

"Send someone to deliver this letter to Hu Zongxian immediately, it must be fast, we are running out of time!"

"Yes, father, the child will do it now."

Yan Shifan took the envelope from Yan Song's hand quite solemnly, turned and left the study without stopping.

……

Zhejiang, Zhejiang Governor's Mansion.

At this moment, Zheng Michang was looking anxious and kept pacing in the room.

Not long ago, He Maocai, Gao Hanwen, Ma Ningyuan and others who had been sent to investigate the specific situation all delivered the same message by coincidence, that is: "A month ago, an unknown person came forward and took these Sang Nong's hands. All the grain was bought at a high price."

When Zheng Michang heard the news, he was also furious. What he didn't expect was that those Qing affairs would be so strict. Before that, he didn't realize it at all.

"What should I do now? When the court finds out, I, as the chief envoy of Zhejiang Province, will definitely not be able to escape the responsibility!"

While Zheng Michang was still worrying about his own fate, soon a guard came to report.

"Report...Report to the Chief Minister, there are many mulberry farmers gathered outside to make trouble, asking the government to distribute relief food!"

"what!"

After listening to the guard's report, Zheng Michang's expression suddenly became gloomy, and he said through gritted teeth: "These unscrupulous people are really impatient, who gave them the courage to come to the governor's mansion?" make trouble!"

After the words fell, Zheng Michang quickly realized, and said to himself: "Hmph, those Qingliu must be behind the instigation, Zheng Michang, you have to calm down, the most important thing you should do right now is to stabilize the situation!"

Thinking of this, the gloomy look on Zheng Michang's face disappeared, replaced by his usual calm face.

Immediately, Zheng Michang turned his gaze to the guard and ordered in a deep voice.

"Take me there, and I will explain to them myself!"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Chief Executive!"

Later, under the leadership of the guards, Zheng Michang came to the outside of the Governor's Mansion and saw many Sang Nong gathered outside the Governor's Mansion.

Before that, the guards of the governor's mansion had already dispatched all of them, blocking these Sannong on the road ten meters away from the governor's mansion.

Seeing Zheng Michang coming out of the Governor's Mansion, those sang farmers seemed to have seen the savior, and instantly became noisy, and kept crowding and pushing in the direction of the Governor's Mansion.

"My lord, when will the relief food from the government be distributed?"

"Yes, my lord, if the relief food is not distributed, my family will soon have no food, and the whole family will starve by then!"

"I heard that the relief food in the government is not enough. Is this true?"

"Please, my lord, take pity on us!"

"I knew I shouldn't have listened to the government at the beginning, and changed rice into mulberry, and now I can't even fill my stomach!"

A middle-aged man with a dark and thin body and dressed in tattered coarse linen said so.

Hearing this, Zheng Michang's expression turned gloomy, and he pointed at the complaining middle-aged man just now, and ordered in a deep voice.

"How dare you despise the government and arrest him!"

"Yes, my lord!"

As soon as Zheng Michang's words fell, the guards of the Governor's Mansion were like wolves into a flock of sheep, and quickly arrested the middle-aged man who complained just now. Terrified, they all shut their mouths.

Afterwards, Zheng Michang turned his gaze to the middle-aged man and said in a deep voice.

"Changing rice into mulberry is a national policy. As a commoner of Ming Dynasty, you don't support the imperial court's national policy. Say, who ordered you!"

"I see that you have taken advantage of the Japanese pirates, so you just spoke out to slander my Ming Dynasty's national policy. Come on, take him down with me, interrogate him strictly, and make him tell who is behind the scenes!"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Chief Executive!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man panicked and kowtowed on the ground, begging Zheng Michang's forgiveness.

"The big... my lord, the small one is wronged, the small one is just... um..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish his sentence, his mouth was gagged with cloth strips, and he was taken down immediately.

Seeing that the situation was temporarily under control, Zheng Michang turned his attention to the remaining Sang Nong, and his tone softened a lot: "I know, it's not easy for you!"

"I can assure you that the relief food in the granary is absolutely sufficient!"

"The reason why the relief food has not been distributed for a long time is because the government is currently understaffed, which has led to slow progress!"

When Zheng Michang said this, he paused for a moment, then continued to add.

"Do you know how many people in Zhejiang have changed rice to mulberry? It's almost half the number. With so many people, it took so much time for the government to count each household."

"I also ask you to be considerate of the government's difficulties. After the government's statistics are completed, relief food will be distributed to you soon!"

Seeing that Zheng Michang had already made a promise, the attitude of those sang farmers also began to waver.

"Why don't we go back, and the relief food will be sent to us after the government finishes counting!"

"Yeah, there is no benefit to staying here, and it will delay the government's work!"

"It makes sense, let's go back!"

Soon, these mulberry farmers who had gathered at the gate of the governor's mansion were all persuaded by Zheng Michang to go back.

After all the mulberry farmers left, Zheng Michang breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately returned to the meeting hall of the Governor's Mansion.

Zheng Bichang sat down at the top, and sighed helplessly: "Well, even if it is like this, it won't take too long. I hope Mr. Ge and the others will take action as soon as possible, otherwise, everything will be over!"

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Michang thought for a long time, called his subordinates, and gave instructions.

"Go to the granary right now and make statistics to see how long you can last if you distribute relief food at the minimum!"

Hearing this, the subordinate immediately responded respectfully.

"Yes, Mr. Chief Political Envoy, I will definitely settle this matter properly!"

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