Take a plane to the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 297 Great Harvest!
"Hero Cliff!" Yan Hong was a little puzzled.

"It's Hero Cliff!" Zhu Changyuan said, "To commemorate those who have made outstanding contributions to Sun Moon Island!"

Zhu Changyuan's approach is different from that of later generations. Generally, such things are reserved for the dead in later generations, but Zhu Changyuan did it more thoroughly: no matter whether it is a living person or a dead person, as long as they have made outstanding contributions to Riyue Island , can be inscribed on the stele, passed down forever!
Anyway, even if a dead person gets honor, the influence will be limited after all, but if the living person gets honor, it will be different, it is the influence of this world, and it will affect the ideological education and propaganda work of the entire Riyue Island It can provide great help, and it will also help the people on Riyue Island to enhance their sense of belonging and confidence in the island.

For rulers, this is what they would like to see.

It would be great to be able to buy people's hearts and bind interests with a very small price.

Find a secluded corner, and tell Yan Hong one more thing: sell banknotes!
Now that there is a large ship in hand, the goods can be transported continuously from the modern society. Naturally, there is no need to worry about the problem of out of stock. As long as they don't wantonly sell them, there will be no problem in controlling the banknote market within their controllable range.

After everything was arranged properly, it was time to leave Sun Moon Island.

Of course, before leaving Riyue Island, I also left a ship exchanged from the system on the island and handed it over to Geng Zhongming for use, allowing him to go out to sea again to expedition to Fusang. , whose main purpose was to kidnap young women.

Although thousands of women were brought back last time, it was still not enough for Riyue Island, where there is a relatively large shortage of women. It should be said that it is far behind.

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With a flash of white light, he returned to the meat joint factory in modern society, and then drove to the company to find Liu Guang and his father.

This time, there are a few important things for him to arrange. In addition, the drawings of the hull should be given to Dad, so that he can arrange for people to build the secret passage in the port.

"The matter of the port has been settled, but I have to report another matter to you!" As soon as he saw Zhu Changyuan, Liu Guang said, "The money in my hand is almost gone."

It is not surprising that there is no money. Although there were hundreds of millions a few months ago, during this period of time, we bought various daily commodities and bought a large amount of food to deliver to the ancient society for disaster relief. The hundreds of millions of dollars have already been consumed. .

And this time, it cost more than 1 million just to negotiate the port land. This time Liu Erdanzi really has no money in his hands, and there are only tens of millions left.

"It's okay, this time I'm just sending you money, come on, follow me to the Meat Factory!"

He dragged Liu Guang to the meat joint factory, opened a secret warehouse that had been built long ago, waved his hand and said, "Look, what is this?"

Liu Guang turned on the light and looked, his eyes almost straightened.

There are boxes, rows, all of which are antiques. There are gold and silver utensils, various porcelain pottery, and emerald jewellery. Tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.

"How is it?" Zhu Changyuan asked with a smile as he stared at Liu Guang.

Some of these antiques are inland antiques collected by Gu Changzuo, some are antiques exchanged by the Capital Hospital, and some are Korean cultural relics sent by his brother-in-law Li Hao. Of course, there are also hundreds of pieces of Japanese ceramics. come here.

Compared with Chinese and North Korean porcelain, Japan's porcelain is not hard, and it's all folk, not very valuable.

Of course, in addition to porcelain, there is also a pile of 3 taels of gold.

"Wow, gold!" When Liu Guang saw the gold, his eyes lit up green, but he didn't have much interest in those so-called priceless antiques.

On the one hand, it was naturally due to his aesthetic fatigue from looking at antiques all day long in the first half year, but more because Zhu Changyuan did not allow antiques to be sold and could not be exchanged for banknotes, but gold could.

"The guy surnamed Ma wants gold. Selling it to him should temporarily solve the problem of the shortage of funds," Zhu Changyuan said, pointing to the antiques, and said, "From here, a hundred pieces of the most precious For valuable things, find some professional photographers to take pictures in another place, and then widely publicize them in the industry, and Korea will also go to people to publicize them, you set a time, and then they will be auctioned on the high seas."

"Especially these North Korean things, one cannot be missing!"

Zhu Changyuan knows that those guys like Bangzi are very shameless. In modern society, what they are most good at and willing to do is to plagiarize the culture of other countries, especially China.

The "Dragon Boat Festival" and "Chinese medicine" are so fucking good, and there are still people who shamelessly clamor that Chi You, Guan Gong and even Confucius are all Koreans.

I bother!

However, this is also good, Zhu Changyuan can use this atmosphere.

Don't you Koreans pay attention to history? Then I will blatantly auction off the cultural relics of your ancestors on the high seas. I will see whether you will auction them or not.

He must be able to shoot, or else he would have slapped himself in the mouth.

"Hehe!" Zhu Changyuan smiled slightly, and said to Liu Guang, "Dad, do you have the funds now?"

"It's okay!" Although he said so in a low voice, the smile on his face had already betrayed him.

"After you have the money this time, let's send out the salaries of your management staff first. You can't delay any longer. If you delay me any longer, I will become the evil Huang Shiren in your hearts!"

It was rare for Zhu Changyuan to say a word of sympathy for his subordinates, which almost made Liu Erdanzi cry.

It's true, Zhu Changyuan has been treating him like an old scalper, but the promise is nice, but in fact he hasn't paid a single salary, it's been a whole year.

Fortunately, this guy can get some kickbacks when he usually buys things, so that he won't be able to live in poverty.

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After sending Liu Guang away, Zhu Changyuan collected all the items in the warehouse of the meat joint factory, then opened the system, and flew to the parallel world hundreds of millions of light-years away again.

In Hanzhong, there is a sound of frogs in the pond.

There is a scent of rice flowers everywhere.

"Fortunately, the measures taken to prevent and control locust plagues in recent years are quite appropriate, and no major disasters have been caused!" Zhu Changyuan was still satisfied with his achievements when he saw the pre-harvest scene in Hanzhong.

In fact, the locust plague in Hanzhong was not too serious in the first place. Thanks to his management this time, the rice harvest is also a sure thing.

Counting the days, it is already the first ten days of May, and it is not far from the first rice season in Hanzhong. It is only one month away (I am referring to early rice, Hanzhong actually grows late rice, and the harvest time is late. Don't be serious with me!), but there is one thing left to do, hurry up.

Build a granary!
Yes, it's tax time.

Do you think that Zhu Changyuan is so good that the pesticides and seeds provided to the farmer uncle were free?
dream!

That is taxable.

Also, don't say that brother has a dark heart!hey-hey!
Zhu Changyuan plans to collect taxes aggressively this time. Once the harvest is good, he plans to take back at least half of the entire Hanzhong production in return.

It looks like a lot, doesn't it? Thinking that Zhu Changyuan is an evil landlord, doesn't he?

In fact, it really is not the case.

There are many people in Hanzhong and little land. The population of the whole area plus the old, weak, sick and disabled is only 40 to 300 people. However, the entire Hanzhong Plain has [-] million mu of land.

He distributed a lot of the original wasteland to the farmer's uncle, and provided chemical fertilizers. The average person has ten acres of land, and if the maximum yield of miscellaneous rice is calculated at [-] kilograms per mu, it is enough for them to eat ten acres. Years don't stop.

If so much food is not harvested, sooner or later it will be used to make wedding clothes for others.

Once I left the land of Shaanxi, the rebels would swarm everywhere, wouldn't this Hanzhong become a piece of fat?
Therefore, the granary must be built, and taxes must be collected. If someone resists, Zhu Changyuan doesn't mind sending out an army, and he will kill a few first.

After all, this kind of affluent life with food and drink, let alone you take half of him, even if you take two-thirds, no one will pick up a hoe to resist.

If you have food to eat and live a life of licking blood, only a sick person would do that!
In the remaining time, Zhu Changyuan organized the Hanzhong army to start building huge granaries in larger cities such as Yangxian, Hanzhong, Chenggu, and Mianxian.

In order to dry the newly built granary as soon as possible, people smoked it with a low fire before covering it!
The weather is getting hotter and the sun is getting hotter and hotter. By the time all the rice is harvested and handed in, it is estimated that the granary will have been dried out long ago, which will not affect the grain storage this year.

In the following days, we should prepare for the attack on Li Zicheng a month later. At that time, I personally issued an order to appease Li Zicheng in Shaanxi, saying that I would attack Li Zicheng in Chang'an when the first season of rice was ripe. If this wish is not fulfilled, how can I be worthy of myself? Even if it is to leave a word of "faith" in the hearts of Shaanxi people, it must be done!
From Luo Rucai's [-] troops, through layers of screening, [-] elite soldiers were finally obtained, and then all [-] soldiers were pulled to Yang County for training by Kong He.

In the days that followed, Zhu Changyuan had no leisure either, either to deliver things to Riyue Island in the modern society, or to transport food to Hanzhong, he was very busy.

Fortunately, after a short wait, the land of Hanzhong finally ushered in a bumper harvest.

The rice on the 300 million mu of land in Hanzhong has a rare bumper harvest. Not only have there been no locust plagues for several years, but the output has doubled several times compared to previous years.

Someone has carefully calculated that the yield of each mu of land is [-] catties.

Farmer Bo Bo is happy, and Zhu Changyuan is also happy. In his system, the non-stop "ding ding ding" is the most sincere worship and gratitude from the local people who have harvested. These thanks have turned into contributions Value in turn gives back to him.

Moreover, to Zhu Changyuan's surprise, when he issued an order to the local farmers to collect half of the grain as tax, instead of encountering any resistance, the farmer's uncle took the initiative to send the grain to the government to pay!

"What a group of honest people! What a lovely peasant uncle!" Zhu Changyuan couldn't help expressing such emotion.

However, now that the rice is ripe, another thing seems to be done.

(End of this chapter)