I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

Chapter 437 Light as a feather, heavier than Mount Tai

After Yan Song got up from the ground, Jiajing turned his gaze to Yan Song and asked unhurriedly.

"Yan Song, do you have anything else to say to me?"

"If you just want to send me a few jars of pickles, you don't have to come here in person!"

Seeing that Jiajing had seen through his inner thoughts, Yan Song simply stopped hiding them and mustered up his courage to propose to Jiajing.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, when Boss Zhao of Liuxinju was sending someone to deliver pickles to Weichen's house, Weichen suddenly thought of a way to quickly fill the treasury!"

Hearing Yan Song's words, Jiajing couldn't help being interested, and immediately asked.

"Oh, keep talking!"

Although the treasury is full at the moment, who would dislike the amount of money in the treasury?

After getting Jiajing's permission, Yan Song sorted out the words in his mind before expressing all his thoughts.

"Your Majesty, this is what I think. The newspapers issued by the imperial court have been widely welcomed since they were launched."

"From high-ranking officials and dignitaries, down to traffickers and pawns, they all have a very strong interest in the newspapers issued by the imperial court."

"Before, Liuxinju was the only merchant in the capital that sponsored the newspapers issued by the imperial court. Along with the newspaper's popularity, it also gained a lot of money!"

"Not only has the popularity been greatly improved, but the prices of the products sold in the store have also risen with the increase of fame."

"Right now, the price of a pot of pickled vegetables in Liuxinju is several times more expensive than the price of a catty of meat, but despite this, there are still an endless stream of people going to Liuxinju to buy goods!"

After listening to Yan Song's narration, Jiajing also quickly understood the meaning of it, and said immediately.

"Yan Song, what do you mean to say, use Liuxinju as an example to promote and attract more merchants in the capital to participate, so that those merchants will obediently take out their money?"

Seeing that Jiajing understood what he meant, Yan Song nodded immediately and continued to add.

"Your Majesty, that's what I mean!"

"Even, we can also hold an auction like the Maritime Trade Department did when it sold the sea-going vouchers, and let these merchants in the capital bid against each other, and the highest bidder wins!"

"Your Majesty, during the battle against the Tatars not long ago, a lot of money and food in the treasury were consumed."

"Right now, through this method, the money and food consumed by the national treasury will soon be able to make up for it."

After Yan Song finished describing his thoughts, he stopped talking, lowered his head, and quietly waited for Jiajing's decision.

After listening to Yan Song's narration, Jiajing frowned slightly, as if weighing the pros and cons. After a long time, Jiajing came back to his senses and gave instructions to Yan Song.

"Well, that's a good proposal, I agree!"

"In that case, Yan Song, I will leave this matter to you!"

Seeing that his suggestion was adopted by Jiajing, Yan Song forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and said respectfully.

"Obey, Your Majesty, I will definitely live up to your Majesty's great trust!"

Just when Yan Song thought that the matter had come to an end, Jiajing seemed to remember it suddenly, and said again.

"By the way, Yan Song, do you still remember what I mentioned earlier about compiling a book?"

Yan Song heard this, and after thinking for a moment, he immediately responded: "Is your Majesty referring to translating the contents of the book called Science?"

After hearing this, Jiajing nodded slightly, and immediately responded: "Well, that's right, this is what I'm referring to. I plan to officially put this matter on the agenda at the next cabinet meeting!"

"At that time, after I have translated the contents, your cabinet will compile and proofread the books!"

Yan Song knew in his heart that if he could really compile the book, his name would be on it, and maybe he would be famous forever and be admired by thousands of students in future generations!

Thinking of this, Yan Song became more anxious, and immediately knelt down on the ground and said respectfully.

"Thank you Your Majesty for giving me such an opportunity!"

Jiajing had a panoramic view of the expression on Yan Song's face, waved his hand quite casually, and immediately spoke.

"Okay, get up!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After that, Yan Song slowly got up from the ground, but judging from the unconcealable excitement on his face, he had been looking forward to such a day, especially on the premise that his physical condition was getting worse day by day Next, he desperately wanted to leave something behind.

"Yan Song, do you have anything else to report to me? If not, you can leave."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will retire now!"

After Yan Song saluted Jiajing respectfully, he turned around and left Qianqing Palace tremblingly.

After Yan Song left, Jiajing turned his gaze to Lu Fang who was aside, and gave instructions.

"Lu Fang, you will accompany me to the imperial concubine's side later, and I will send her a few jars of pickles in person!"

Lu Fang on the side heard this, and his expression immediately turned serious, and he responded respectfully.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

……

As night falls, Fujian, Zhangzhou Prefecture.

At this moment, Tan Lun is enjoying the moonlight in the yard of his mansion, sipping tea leisurely.

Since distributing the [-] mu of land to those people who have no land, Tan Lun has fallen into a state of doing nothing.

Those people who have no land are very enthusiastic about farming after owning their own land. Not only that, after Tan Lun's repeated attacks, bandits in Fujian are almost completely extinct.

In addition, Tan Lun rehabilitated unjust prisons, clarified the administration of officials, appointed a large number of honest and talented officials, and started to reduce the burden on the people, exempting a large number of exorbitant taxes.

Under the rule of Tan Lun, the whole of Fujian has gradually become prosperous, and the lives of ordinary people are getting better day by day, and Tan Lun, the governor of Fujian, is deeply loved by the people because of this.

Just as Tan Lun was still savoring the taste of the tea in the cup, he heard a rush of footsteps outside. Not long after, Tan Lun's cronies came to Tan Lun's ear and said in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has sent someone to deliver a letter!"

Hearing this, Tan Lun's face suddenly became serious, and he ordered.

"Well, I know, take me there right away!"

"Yes, Lord Governor!"

After that, under the leadership of his cronies, Tan Lun successfully met the person who came to deliver the letter.

Seeing Tan Lun coming, the visitor involuntarily took out the letter from his pocket after confirming his identity, came to Tan Lun's side, and said respectfully.

"Master Governor, this is a letter delivered to you by His Majesty!"

Tan Lun took the letter from the stranger, and immediately gave instructions.

"Well, I have received the letter, you can go down and rest!"

"Thank you, Lord Governor!"

After that, the person who came to deliver the letter went down to rest under the leadership of Tan Lun's cronies.

"Your Majesty suddenly sent someone to deliver this letter to me. What is the reason?"

With such doubts in mind, Tan Lun opened the envelope in his hand after returning to the study and confirming that it was safe.

The content of the letter is very simple, only a short sentence: "immediately transfer grain from Fujian to Zhejiang without delay!"

After Tan Lun finished reading the contents of the letter, he called his subordinates immediately without any hesitation, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Go and check right away, how much grain is still available for mobilization in Fujian's granary!"

"Yes, Lord Governor!"

Not long after, the subordinate who was sent by Tan Lun to investigate the situation came back, and he was holding a booklet in his hand, reporting to Tan Lun respectfully.

"My lord governor, the grain available for mobilization in Fujian Province currently totals [-] shi!"

After Tan Lun learned the specific number from his subordinate, he pondered for a moment, and then gave instructions.

"From now on, immediately mobilize ships from various places, load all the eight thousand shi grains, and transport them to Zhejiang immediately!"

Although the subordinate was quite puzzled by Tan Lun's order, he didn't ask any more questions, but responded respectfully.

"Yes, Lord Governor!"

After the subordinate left, Tan Lun immediately sat back in front of the desk and took out the letter Jiajing had written to him earlier, thinking so.

"Your Majesty suddenly sent someone to send me such a letter. There must be ulterior motives. Could it be that something went wrong in Zhejiang, which led to a shortage of food?"

"It stands to reason that it shouldn't be at all. With Zhejiang's richness, there is no shortage of food at all!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Tan Lun suddenly slapped his thigh suddenly, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"I know, it's because rice is changed to mulberry!"

"According to the maturity time of mulberry seedlings, at present, the mulberry seedlings in Zhejiang will be able to officially produce mulberry leaves in a month or two at most. It really paid off!"

"Xu Jie and the others will definitely not let go of this opportunity. They will definitely try their best to force the change from rice to mulberry to fail!"

"At the moment, from the letter sent to me by His Majesty, we can see that the situation in Zhejiang is already extremely serious. There is a shortage of food in the area, so it is impossible to change rice to mulberry!"

"This is a blatant conspiracy. Even if you know the truth of the whole thing, it won't help. The person in charge of the household department is Xu Jie. As long as Xu Jie is willing, no grain will be delivered to Zhejiang!"

Thinking of this, Tan Lun seemed to suddenly remember something, his face was full of shock.

"By the way, the batch of grain that arrived in Fujian a month ago, could it be..."

……

Zhejiang, Zhejiang Governor's Mansion.

It was late at night, but no one left in the meeting hall of the Governor's Mansion. Everyone was discussing how to use the little food left to support them through this period of time.

"Governor, just throw out a few scapegoats to divert the attention of those Sannon!"

In the room, Zheng Michang turned his gaze to Hu Zongxian who was sitting above him, and said in a deep voice.

As soon as Zheng Michang's words fell, He Maocai on the side also followed closely.

"That's right, Governor, from the government's distribution of relief food today, it can be seen that those mulberry farmers are quite resentful about this. If this continues, I'm afraid it will spark a civil uprising!"

After listening to Zheng Michang and He Maocai's proposal, Ma Ningyuan sneered and said immediately.

"This is drinking poison to quench thirst after all, so what if you can temporarily divert the attention of those Sannon?"

"When those mulberry farmers reacted, they felt more resentment towards the government in their hearts. They would think that it was the insects in the government who were greedy for the relief food that should belong to them!"

"As long as there are people with ulterior motives behind the instigation, those mulberry farmers will rise up and make trouble. At that time, it can be said that changing rice to mulberry has officially failed!"

When Ma Ningyuan said this, he looked around and added immediately.

"If you want me to say, we should act first and arrest those unstable elements in Sannong in advance, so that the remaining people will be easy to deal with!"

After listening to Ma Ningyuan's suggestion, Zheng Michang on the side was full of disdain and sarcastically said.

"At least half of the people in Zhejiang have participated in the transformation of rice into mulberry. How can the government's prison hold so many people?"

At this moment, Hu Zongxian, who was sitting at the top, saw the tendency of the crowd to quarrel, immediately frowned and said in a deep voice.

"I didn't call you here to listen to your quarrel!"

Seeing Hu Zongxian speak, the few people who had been arguing before shut their mouths instantly and said in unison.

"Yes, Lord Governor!"

After that, Hu Zongxian turned his gaze to the side, and Gao Hanwen, who was silent, immediately asked.

"How long can the remaining grain in the granary last?"

Seeing Hu Zongxian asking himself a question, Gao Hanwen gave a response after thinking for a while.

"Governor, the remaining grain in the granary can last up to ten days at most!"

Hearing this, the expressions on the faces of all the people present became dimmed.

Before this, everyone thought that they would be able to obtain the food they needed from Jiangxi soon, but the reality gave everyone a hard blow. The ship in Jiangxi that was originally responsible for transporting food was set on fire by unknown people. incinerate.

As a result, the time for transporting grain has been greatly delayed, and at the moment, Jiangxi governor Cao Shunhe is also at a loss for resources, even if he has a heart to transfer grain from Jiangxi to Zhejiang, it will not help.

Hu Zongxian, who was sitting at the top, saw that everyone's emotions became depressed, he sighed helplessly, and spoke words of comfort.

"Forget it, after I get down later, I will write another letter and remind you!"

At this moment, Gao Hanwen proposed to Hu Zongxian with the attitude of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"Your Excellency, why don't we write a letter to Tan Lun in Fujian. Anyway, Tan Lun was once your subordinate!"

As soon as Gao Hanwen's words fell, Zheng Michang got up from his seat abruptly, and raised an objection: "My lord governor, Tan Lun was once your subordinate, but please don't forget his identity, he is The people over there in Qingliu!"

"At this critical moment, how could he help?"

After hearing Zheng Michang's words, Hu Zongxian became a little shaken: "Yes, no matter what, this Tan Lun is also from Qingliu, will he really help?"

In this way, after hesitating for a long time, Hu Zongxian made up his mind. After looking around, he withdrew his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Since there is no other way right now, I might as well get rid of this old face and give it a try!"

"Even if it doesn't work, I'll just lose a little bit of irrelevant face. What is this little thing compared to the wealth and lives of so many sang farmers in Zhejiang?"

(End of this chapter)