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Chapter 1046 A Loyal Heart and Unyielding Blood, Shining Forever Like the Sun and Moon; A Spirit of Loyalty and Valor, Enduring Through Heaven and Earth
As the head of the Exorcism Court, Pang Xian was arguably the person in the world who understood the human body best. However, he still felt that humans were incredibly amazing creatures, and that when you felt you could do something, you could truly make improvements.

Pang Xian once treated a wounded soldier from the Jingying garrison who had been brought down from the battlefield. During the Eastern Expedition, he had suffered a head injury when a huge rock hit his helmet. Even after receiving treatment on the battlefield, he still suffered from severe aftereffects, such as uncontrollable trembling in his hands.

That kind of trembling was much faster than Liu Ting's trembling, so fast that it left afterimages, and even out of control. From a medical point of view, recovery was basically impossible, and the more effort was exerted, the more it would tremble.

However, the wounded soldier actually showed some improvement. After he persisted in striking the wooden fish and broke three pieces of elm wood, he was able to control the trembling of his arm, and the muscles he had lost slowly returned. With deliberate control, he was able to stack six small wooden plaques.

It has extremely high stability.

With the same small wooden blocks, his good hand could only stack four before he couldn't stack any more, but with his injured hand that was trembling rapidly at high frequency, he could stack six with deliberate control.

Before entering the palace, Pang Xian thought that Liu Ting had injured his head in battle, which caused the tremors. However, after treatment, it was found that the problem was not serious. Especially given the strength of his arm muscles, this primary tremor would not have any impact on his life or combat.

Teaching those few movements, like tilting your head back, constantly moving your fingers, or picking up beans, isn't very effective; it's just deceiving yourself. You can fool yourself into thinking you can, and then you actually can.

Zhu Yijun was relieved after hearing the diagnosis from the chief physicians.

After seeing Liu Ting and Liang Menglong off, Zhu Yijun looked at Liu Ting's imposing figure with a puzzled expression. After the two left the imperial study, Zhu Yijun looked at Li Yougong and asked, "Li Daban, you have served in the army for many years. Can you help me resolve a doubt?"

"Why did the general send their sons to the battlefield, and why do they seem to be doing so well?"

Li Chengliang was the Marquis of Ningyuan. His son, Li Rusong, was hot-tempered but incredibly brave on the battlefield. If Zhu Yijun hadn't specifically sent someone to restrain him, he would have dared to don armor and charge ahead in every battle.

Li Rumei was Li Chengliang’s second successful child. She served as a military officer in Liaodong and worked very well with Wang Rulong.
Ma Fang was the Earl of Yangcheng. His eldest son, Ma Dong, was indeed a bit incompetent, preferring to dabble in literature and calligraphy. However, his second son, Ma Lin, managed to elevate the family's rank from Earl to Marquis. During the nine victories of the Eastern Expedition, Ma Lin fought the entire battle and personally breached several of the Japanese pirates' mountain fortresses.

Ma Lin's two sons and three nephews all passed the entrance exam for the Military Academy and are now serving as junior officers in the Beijing Garrison.

Marquis Liu Xian of Jiang'an, and his son Liu Ting, were fierce generals among fierce generals. They were invincible in battle, and in the complex tropical rainforest battlefield of the southwest, they made the local Yi people cry out for their mothers.

Yin Zongxin, the third son of Yin Zhengmao, the Marquis of Sishui and Lord Guoxing, was also a fierce man. He didn't care about his own life at all when fighting. He was clearly a nobleman of the old culture of the Qilin Yin clan, but he turned into a warrior, and he did it quite well.

In addition, there was Yu Zigao, the son of Yu Dayou, the Earl of Zhangping, who also served in the navy and made several armed patrols in Japan. Although he did not have many military achievements, he was worthy of his father Yu Dayou's name.

This batch of military heroes of the Ming Dynasty can be described as "like father, like son." This is not a coincidence; it is quite strange, since military talent is not something that can be inherited through bloodline.

Li Yougong glanced at His Majesty's imposing figure. In fact, the answer to His Majesty's doubts lay within His Majesty himself.

“Your Majesty, hard work doesn’t lie.” Li Yougong said after careful consideration, “The Ming army is well-trained, well-equipped, and obedient to commands. As long as these descendants of military merits do not act recklessly, go deep into enemy territory alone, be greedy for merit, or be afraid of death on the front lines, they can all gain recognition.”

This performance is actually normal. In the current wars of the Ming Dynasty, the superiority of organization, military equipment and training is more important than the personal bravery and strategy of the generals. Therefore, as long as these military officers do not make the mistakes mentioned above, they can lead the war effort.

When the difference in strength is large enough, overwhelming dominance on the battlefield is possible.

For example, in the Iwami Ginzan and Kanto Plain, Xiong Tingbi could usually chase after hundreds or thousands of Japanese pirates with just a few dozen Han soldiers because the morale of the Japanese pirates had been completely broken. As long as Xiong Tingbi didn't act recklessly, he had almost no chance of losing.

The Ming army had a custom of holding a meeting in the main tent, where generals and adjutants would sit together to discuss how to attack and defend in the battle.

Three generals are as good as one Zhuge Liang. One person's plan is short-sighted, but many people's plans are long-sighted. As long as the habit of holding meetings in the tent is maintained, and as long as the military equipment is not excessively superior to that of the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty basically has no chance of losing.

Even if you lose, you will not collapse in defeat, thus minimizing your losses.

Li Yougong is often away on business as a supervising official. His Majesty is unaware that, in fact, most casualties on the battlefield are caused by routs. If a rout does not occur and a certain level of organization is maintained, then even if the defeat is not a complete rout, the losses will be within an acceptable range.

"In the end, it is the Zhenwu Reform since the Wanli Restoration that has given these descendants of military merits the opportunity, confidence, and strength to repay the Emperor's grace," Li Yougong concluded.

The most important thing is the improvement of strength. To put it bluntly, as long as the generals don't make any stupid mistakes and fight steadily, the Ming army is already invincible.

The answer lies with His Majesty. The Ming Dynasty has been in a state of vigorous development for twenty years. Half of His Majesty's energy has been devoted to this. For someone with little talent to be able to hit the target with ten arrows from the Tiger Strength Bow, such perseverance is truly astounding. Li Yougong really wanted to say, "Inhuman!"

Before Zhenwu, out of 100,000 soldiers in the Beijing garrison and the surrounding area, only 27 men could draw the Tiger Power Bow and hit the target with all three arrows. The bow, weighing 120 jin, was indeed too heavy.

Li Yougong hesitated, but ultimately did not speak.

“Speak your mind. You used to say whatever you wanted, but now that you’re serving before the Emperor, what kind of behavior is this, stammering like this?” Zhu Yijun looked at Li Yougong and scolded him with a smile.

“Your Majesty, Commander Qi told me about a noblewoman with extraordinary abilities who wrote letters to the front lines. I am also aware of this,” Li Yougong said with a complicated expression. “After the triumphant return from the eastern expedition, I made a special effort to find out more about the situation.”

"The woman who was the hereditary commander of Miyun Guard, this old woman is over seventy years old this year. Her husband and four sons used to serve under Ma Fang. They all died on the frontier. They died on the battlefield in the Datong Left and Right Guards. The whole family was loyal and heroic."

"The platoon leader who wrote to the front lines hoping that Marin would take care of him was not the old woman's biological son. He was the child entrusted to their family by her husband's comrade-in-arms, so that the family line would not be cut off."

Li Yougong hoped that His Majesty could understand the deep affection this powerful noblewoman felt for her child. Her entire family was loyal and brave, and the orphan of her comrade-in-arms, who had been adopted into her family, had gone to the battlefield again. Moreover, her daughter-in-law was crying, and her two children were crying along with her, which was why she had no choice but to write this letter.

"Hmm?" Zhu Yijun looked at Li Yougong in surprise. This was the first time he had ever learned about the hidden story behind it.

After fully understanding the situation, Zhu Yijun finally understood why Qi Jiguang, known for his strict military discipline, had not pursued any responsibility for the incident. It was only human nature to show some consideration.

Before you understand the whole picture, never make any subconscious judgments, or you will definitely be inaccurate.

After thinking it over, Zhu Yijun decided to do something he was good at: start working on the millstone and continue processing memorials. That was what he should be doing. He wasn't really good at military affairs, but with more than 20 years of experience, he was indeed very good at governing.

The prefect of Hangzhou reported to the emperor that four new statues of disgraced officials had been cast and placed in front of the tomb of Yue Fei, the Prince of E. The previous four kneeling statues of disgraced officials had become unrecognizable over time and were now identical to the old ones. Since they had already been cast, they were directly replaced.

The martial saint of the Ming Dynasty was Yue Fei, so the matter of changing the kneeling statue would definitely be reported to the court.

Zhu Yijun reviewed the memorial and discovered something very strange: the Han people were not as magnanimous as they appeared on the surface; their vengefulness was ingrained in their very bones.

Qin Hui has been gone for so many years. When he was alive, the people of Lin'an cursed him as a spy. Some even posted notices all over Lin'an. After Qin Hui died, people have rarely been named Hui since the Song Dynasty. I am ashamed to be surnamed Qin when I stand before his grave. Qin Hui has always been kneeling before the grave of Yue Fei.

Even fried dough sticks are called "fried ghosts," which means they are made by frying Qin Hui. Whenever adults buy fried dough sticks for their children, they will tell them about Qin Hui, this treacherous minister.

A traitor from his own family has been cursed over and over again for hundreds of years, yet the hatred remains unsatisfied; when the kneeling statue is broken, another one is cast.

That's how vengeful I am.

This actually explains why the Ming Dynasty scholar-officials turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to the atrocities committed by the Ming emperor in Japan, never mentioning them. It's because while the scholar-officials spoke of benevolence and morality, deep down they also believed in the principle of seeking revenge for every little thing and committing eternal retribution.

The case of Qin Hui shows that he truly held a grudge, not pretending to.

The next morning, Zhu Yijun got up very early and summoned all the civil and military officials to walk to Jinshan Mausoleum. This was a ceremony that had been arranged long ago.

After each major battle, when the generals and soldiers returned in triumph, they would pay tribute to the martyrs in the Martyrs' Shrine at Jinshan Cemetery. The Ming emperor, empress, crown prince, and all civil and military officials in the capital would wait at Desheng Gate and walk to Jinshan Cemetery to pay their respects.

National affairs are of paramount importance, whether it be military campaigns or sacrificial rites. After winning a battle, it is our duty to comfort the fallen heroes.

The wind was a bit strong today, so Zhu Yijun specially asked Li Yougong to fetch earmuffs from the imperial treasury. Each official of the fourth rank and above was given one, but officials below the fourth rank had to bring their own earmuffs. It wasn't that the imperial treasury didn't have them; it was the rule that officials below the fourth rank didn't even have seats at grand banquets.

Ear warmers aren't really worth much, but having them or not is a sign of their importance.

Zhu Yijun did not take a carriage, but walked step by step into the Jinshan Martyrs' Shrine. The entire Jinshan was the burial ground of the heroes of the Ming Dynasty. At the foot of the mountain, there were several palaces. The officials of the Ministry of Rites looked at each other and turned a blind eye to the Martyrs' Shrine, which violated the rules of etiquette.

The entire Martyrs' Shrine was built entirely according to the specifications of an imperial mausoleum. From a ritual perspective, this was somewhat of a transgression, but no one dared to say out loud that it shouldn't be this way.

The construction of the Martyrs' Shrine cost a total of 180 million taels of silver, roughly equivalent to the mausoleums of three previous emperors.

In front of the main gate of the mausoleum are three white marble bridges. Zhu Yijun, holding Empress Wang's hand, walked across the white marble bridges and arrived at the stele forest. Every battle fought by the Ming Dynasty was recorded on stone and placed in this stele forest. There is no distinction between high and low. Each stele has a pavilion and is covered with yellow tiles.

The Stele Forest stands in the huge square, with long corridors on both sides that commemorate the names of the martyrs.

Behind the long corridor is a building similar to the Imperial Archives, which houses the official gazetteers compiled for martyrs. These official gazetteers were copied in several copies and distributed to local county and prefectural gazetteers, and were not to be altered.

After offering incense at the Stele Forest, Zhu Yijun walked forward, passing through Enze Gate and Enze Hall, and arrived at the altar of the Five Offerings.

In the center of the offering table are an incense burner, a vase, and candlesticks. The stone offerings were placed in this incense burner whenever Zhu Yijun and Zhu Changzhi came to offer incense.

Zhu Yijun took the lit incense from Li Yougong and placed it in the incense burner. He then took out a prayer from his sleeve, lit it in the brazier, and murmured to himself:

"On the fourth day of the eleventh month of the twenty-first year of the Wanli reign, Emperor Zhu Yijun of the Great Ming Dynasty respectfully offered this sacrificial offering to the spirits of the martyrs of Xishan:"

"I have been appointed by Heaven to rule the world and guard the borders. From Liaodong to Jizhou, from Korea to Suiyuan, the blood of brave warriors has soaked the barren land."

"You, armed and armored, sacrificed your lives for the country, enabling the banners of Daming to fly high again and the grasses of Fengzhou to turn green once more; the Japanese pirates were defeated on the Han River, and the Jurchens fled north to the forests. Now the rebellion in Bozhou has been quelled, and the country is at peace again, all thanks to your unwavering loyalty and heroic spirit that protect the nation."

"Alas, though the land is at peace, bows and swords are always at hand; though triumphant songs are played, armor is still worn."

"I now personally offer sacrifices at Xishan to commemorate your meritorious service, and I also wish that the world may know: Heaven will surely bless those who defend the nation! History will surely record those who bravely face national calamities! The people will surely worship those who protect them!"

"A heart of loyalty and blood, shining forever like the sun and moon; a spirit of righteous indignation, enduring through heaven and earth."

"May you enjoy this feast!" Zhu Yijun finished reciting the prayer, raised the wine cup in his hand, and offered three rounds of wine.

He wrote this eulogy himself. It wasn't very long, but he knew it very well. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully if he didn't know it well. The stability of this country is due to the sacrifices of these heroes.

The sacrificial ceremony is really short; the main part is walking here, which shows sincerity.

Even the Western Hills Imperial Mausoleum doesn't receive this treatment. For so many years, the suburban sacrifices to the ancestors have been carried out on behalf of the three dukes in the capital. It's understandable that the emperor doesn't personally perform the sacrifices, since Emperor Chengzu moved the capital to the Northern Palace and personally went to Zhu Di's Changling Mausoleum instead of Zhu Yuanzhang's Xiaoling Mausoleum.
In the end, none of them went; Wu Xun went in their place.

This was the first time that Liu Ting, the General Who Conquered the South and Marquis of Jiangning, had personally witnessed the Martyrs' Shrine. At this moment, he could finally offer solace to the soldiers who died on the pioneering road.

His Majesty remembers, the Ming Dynasty remembers, and all the people remember their achievements.

After completing the sacrificial ceremony, Zhu Yijun traveled by carriage to the Beida Camp to participate in the daily military review. He also specially brought Liu Ting along, having him fire the Tiger Power Bow three times to see if its special tremors would affect his campaigns.

Li Yougong is right. The role of a general's personal bravery is diminishing, but such bravery is still one of the sources of his prestige.

Li Rusong was a troublemaker on his first trip to Beijing. He was taught a lesson by Qi Jiguang and Tan Lun, which made him behave himself and become more humble and prudent. Today, he is a great military commander.

The special tremor does not affect Liu Ting's ability to draw his bow and shoot arrows. This special tremor is really amazing; it only occurs during specific movements.

Zhu Yijun had prepared for a long time, and with a large frame, he drew the Tiger Power Bow three times. At sixty paces, all three arrows hit the bullseye.

At his peak, Zhu Yijun could draw the Tiger Power Bow ten times and hit the target with all ten arrows. He would occasionally make a mistake, but he would hit the target most of the time, especially the first three arrows, which he never missed.

"Your Majesty's bravery is unparalleled!" Liu Ting's eyes twitched slightly when he saw this scene, and he said sincerely.

His Majesty's talent is not very high; he is just an ordinary person, as can be seen from the thickness of his arms. All these achievements are the result of perseverance and hard work.

"Diligence can make up for lack of talent." Zhu Yijun put down the Tiger Power Bow. He demonstrated the Tiger Power Bow's capabilities to build closer relationships with the border generals.

Warriors are actually quite easy to get along with. If you are as strong as him, he will acknowledge you, because this kind of thing is not about talking, but about decades of consistent hard work.

Of course, if someone is far inferior to these warriors, these warriors will also show their own arrogance. Having seen life and death many times, and having experienced many great trials between life and death, the words "the emperor's majesty" will not have such a great deterrent effect.

Does the emperor have a special destiny? He who has the strongest army and the most powerful horses will rule.

Don't look at what a person, a group, or the court says; look at what that person, that group, or the court does. Clearly, His Majesty has done it, and done it very well. His Majesty truly respects the contributions of military men and the power of force; this is not something that can be faked.

Soon, Liu Ting became very friendly with His Majesty and began to recount the hardships he had endured in his campaigns in the southwest. Only then did Zhu Yijun realize that the greatest threat to the campaigns against Toungoo in the southwest was never the Toungoo people, but rather the ubiquitous snakes and insects, as well as mosquitoes, flies, and plagues, which were the main causes of casualties.

Fortunately, the Ming Dynasty provided a sufficient supply of quinine to the southwest; otherwise, the casualties would have been even greater.

This plantation was cultivated in Java by Zhang Yuanxun, the former governor of Old Port and the Eagle-like Marquis, and the plantation is still expanding.

What surprised Zhu Yijun was that Liu Ting was not particularly optimistic about the expansion into the southwest. More specifically, although the Ming Dynasty could defeat Toungoo, it would ultimately govern by supporting puppet rulers, namely hereditary chieftains, which was determined by the geographical environment.

Even burning wasteland is difficult for Toungoo, and it would take a hundred or even two hundred years to truly establish a real local government and county system for these small tribes that have lived in the rainforest for generations.

In other words, the situation in Toungoo was very similar to that in Yunnan at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yijun had long been prepared for this. The court's goals were not actually high: to control the more fertile areas, to open up a sea outlet for Yunnan, and then take things slowly.

Liu Ting left the Wuyinglou barracks in Beidaying and went to Jinshan Cemetery to keep vigil for his father.

Qi Jiguang pondered for a moment and said to His Majesty, "The Han army in the southwest is indeed trustworthy."

As the Duke of Fengguo, he had to take responsibility for his words to history. If the Ming Dynasty made policies based on the Grand General's judgment and something went wrong, then Qi Jiguang would be a sinner.

"The Southwest is too poor." Zhu Yijun's expression was very complicated. The Han army in the Southwest was indeed trustworthy because there was too little arable land to grow much grain, and they lacked the foundation to contend for the world.

Especially as the war gradually moved into all-firearm warfare, the key to fighting became logistics. The Han army in the southwest really wouldn't rebel because they were severely lacking in logistics.

"Your Majesty is wise." Qi Jiguang smiled. The reason His Majesty thought of was the same as the reason he wanted to say: the country was truly poor. Yunnan and Guizhou were mountainous with little arable land, and did not have the necessary conditions for a place to rise to power.

"This is a gift from Prince Lu to Commander Qi." Zhu Yijun clapped his hands, and two blonde, blue-eyed women were led in by two eunuchs.

They were very well-proportioned, and the old nannies in the palace had seen them; they were all virgins and had no body odor. They were carefully selected by His Highness Prince Lu.

Qi Jiguang waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Isn't this prepared by His Highness Prince Lu for Your Majesty? I'm already this old, Your Majesty, please don't tease me."

"I can't accept it either. If there's a mixed offspring, who knows what stories the scholars might come up with in the future?" Zhu Yijun thought for a moment and said, "How about we reward the teacher?"

"Good idea!" Qi Jiguang didn't care that Zhang Juzheng was older than him and had less energy; he just wanted to get rid of this troublemaker.

"Hahaha!" Zhu Yijun laughed heartily. He instructed Li Yougong to send away the two beauties from all over the world. The emperor often sent wives to soldiers, craftsmen, and engineering battalions who were short of wives.

Zhu Yijun is not an option; his family truly has a throne to inherit.

The year-end audit of the twenty-first year of Wanli's reign officially concluded at the end of November. On the last day of November, Zhu Yijun met with Grand Minister Zhang Xueyan and Junior Minister Hou Yuzhao, who gave a detailed report on the financial situation of the twenty-first year of Wanli's reign.

"This year's land tax is only 850 million taels of silver, while this year's commercial tax, including customs duties, overseas plantation revenue, global caravan trade, trade by official ships of the Pan-Pacific Merchant Alliance, profits from government factories, and monopolies on coal, steel, tobacco, wool, silk, etc., is 5364 million taels of silver. This year's total annual revenue of the imperial court is 6214 million taels of silver."

"For the first time, the proportion of commercial tax exceeded 85%. Tobacco entered Taicang this year with 5.4 million taels of silver, which is 1.2 million taels more than last year."

What surprised Zhang Xueyan the most was the growth rate of tobacco profits being handed over. In a few years, tobacco would really be able to support the Ming army. The Ming army's expenditure had not changed much in recent years, fluctuating between 1300 million and 1500 million taels of silver. It would be more when there was a war and less when there was no war.

"Your Majesty, I have reviewed the accounts of the Agricultural Reclamation Bureau this year." Hou Yuzhao began to report on the situation of the Liaodong Agricultural Reclamation Bureau. Approvals have been issued for 800,000 hectares of reclaimed land in Liaodong, and approvals are pending for another 210,000 hectares. The total area of ​​land in Liaodong exceeds one million hectares. Overall, Liaodong is still severely lacking in manpower.

Therefore, continuing the relocation of people from Shaanxi, Gansu, and Suiyuan to Liaodong was perfectly feasible.

Apart from Liaodong, the total area of ​​farmland in the Ming Dynasty was only 875 million hectares. Liaodong was really too big, with more than a million hectares of arable land.

More land can accommodate more people. The Ming Dynasty is now in dire need of manpower everywhere. The court's policies to encourage childbirth are somewhat outdated and are limited to soldiers, government factories, and artisans.

After reporting the important matters, Hou Yuzhao cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I do not agree with Shen Shixing's plan to extend screening to official factories. I am involved in land reclamation in Liaodong, and the agricultural workers and soldiers are inseparable."

"Your Majesty, in the new social hierarchy of scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, artisans, especially those who live in the fields, should be classified as farmers, that is, as property owners. Property owners have perseverance, and their experience is also part of their fixed assets."

Zhang Xueyan tugged at Hou Yuzhao, telling him not to be so explicit. With Gao Qiyu, that blockhead, charging into battle, the Ministry of Revenue could just provide support.

Gao Qiyu's victory over Shen Shixing was backed by the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works. We must not let the political turmoil spill over into the production process, because once it reaches that point, it will be out of control and ultimately turn into a pointless game of labeling each other.

In the end, it all comes down to who has the better skills at labeling people, who makes the biggest fuss, and who cares less about the rise and fall of the Ming Dynasty and the people. Historically, factional struggles have always had the same outcome: the despicable win.

The mean is the pass of the mean, and the noble is the epitaph of the noble.

The Ming Dynasty has lasted for two hundred years and is no longer young. It cannot withstand such turmoil. Hou Yuzhao does not need to express his opinion at all, because Gao Qiyu has already won.

"Yes, that's what I think too. I am the emperor, and I also want to conduct a loyalty screening. Which emperor doesn't want all his officials to be loyal?" Zhu Yijun said with a bright smile, "I just know that's impossible, so I won't indulge in that pipe dream."

"Your Majesty is wise." Hou Yu Zhao bowed again and sang praises.

Zhu Yijun enjoyed communicating with Hou Yuzhao. Old Zhao was not straightforward, nor was he ignorant of human relationships; he was simply driven by his own stance. His judgment on anything was based on his position, even when it came to himself.

He will definitely make his position clear. In his view, position determines right and wrong. Only by taking a position can one talk about right and wrong. Without taking a position, it is all sophistry.

Hou Yuzhao never bothered to hide his thoughts. When he was still a censor, he didn't hide them. Now that he is the Minister of Revenue, he has even less reason to hide them.

The biggest problem with this personality is that if the emperor makes a mistake, it becomes dangerous for Hou Yu Zhao to express his stance in this way.

Zhang Xueyan sat up straight and got down to business. He said very seriously, "The total trade volume of the Pan-Pacific Trade Alliance reached 950 million in its first year. And this is only the first year. The Mexican governor, Peto, fulfilled his promise and withheld a full two million taels of silver, leaving it for the Ming Dynasty's goods. Of course, he made even more money as a middleman."

"The trade volume of the Peruvian Governorate is six million taels of silver, while the Chilean Governorate is somewhat poor with only one million five hundred thousand taels of silver. In other words, in the first year of the establishment of the Pan-Pacific Trade Alliance, a full nine million five hundred thousand taels of silver have flowed into the Ming Dynasty."

"If the Pan-Pacific Trade Alliance operates well, all the silver produced in the entire Eastern Pacific will flow into the Ming Dynasty, while the silver from the West will flow to the Eastern Pacific Governor's Office through these three middlemen, and finally to the Ming Dynasty."

"In the short term, at least for the next ten years, the Ming Dynasty's gold notes will not follow the example of Felipe's gold bonds and will only go bankrupt and default on their debts."

Zhang Xueyan didn't finish his sentence. As long as this model continues and the Ming Dynasty doesn't have production problems, silver, which symbolizes wealth, will only continue to flow into the Ming Dynasty. As long as this phenomenon exists, the Ming Dynasty's gold and silver notes will not go bankrupt.

In the short term, it could be ten years; in the long term, it could be a hundred or even several hundred years.

As a conservative, Zhang Xueyan did not speak definitively.

Hou Yuzhao added, "There's another matter. According to the report from the General Council of the Pan-Pacific Trade Alliance, it seems that all three governorates of the Pan-Pacific Trade Alliance have allowed the Great Light Church to freely preach this year."

(End of this chapter)