Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

Xue Guoguan and Sun Chuanting had no common interests, and they had never met before. They recommended him purely as a tool to oppose Yang Sichang.

The meeting could not be held at this time. Chongzhen became even more unhappy. He sullenly said let's discuss it later and announced the adjournment of the court. It can be predicted that this farce will continue for a few more days.

Typing on the phone is really torture. If I can hold on until the 17th, my motherboard will come... Then I will start to update frequently. It's really a big loss. I have to update more to make up for the loss. I woke up and found that I was banned for several chapters. It's really abstract. Q group Yi⑥⑧2一77衣6

Volume 370: Chapter Chapter : A Blessing in Disguise

"You said you were going back to find Zhang... No, King Xi?"

Jiang Han, who was a card-drawing otaku in the mansion, welcomed a special guest today.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang, the imperial court is now in a state of turmoil, and my father is in trouble. I cannot ignore it. Although I am a hostage here, I also want to do my best for my father. I hope you can help me."

Li Dingguo knelt down and pleaded sincerely.

He was very clear that his identity was a hostage specially sent here, but now the situation was critical. Zhang Xianzhong was already stuck in the quagmire of fighting with the officers and soldiers. He was very clear about Hong Chengchou's ability. Li Zicheng and the Five Battalions of the Left All fell into his hands. This was a very difficult enemy. At this time, Li Dingguo naturally wanted to face it with his adoptive father, but he was under someone else's roof and knew his own identity, so he came here specifically to ask for instructions. It must be said that he was very naive.

If Jiang Han really wanted to take him hostage, he would never let him go, or the cooperation would end immediately, but Jiang Han did not do that.

"Oh, sure, go ahead."

Jiang Han had intended to recruit Li Dingguo before, because he really was short of people. However, after a brief contact, Jiang Han found that this man was a complete adoptive father-control freak. He would listen to whatever his adoptive father said and was a real daddy's boy. Jiang Han was a little bit overwhelmed. Maybe after experiencing his adoptive father's dying instructions and years of ups and downs on the battlefield, Li Dingguo would become a heroic figure on his own. But now, he is just a fool who believes everything his adoptive father says.

In the past, Jiang Han might have wanted to collect these historical officials to see if the SR cards were useful, but now he has less desire. First, there are not many good cards in the card pool at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and the SSR cards were destroyed as soon as he landed. What's the point of collecting them? At the same time, Jiang Han now has a Gundam in his hand, so he doesn't need any unparalleled generals at all. If he gets it, he's lucky, if he loses it, he's dead. This is his current thinking.

What's more, Jiang Han is now a dormant dragon in the abyss, gathering all his strength and about to soar into the sky. He no longer needs to beg those talented people to assist him, but those talented people need his platform to show their potential. Therefore, he is casual about Li Dingguo's departure.

Li Dingguo was overjoyed when he heard this. He had heard before that Mr. Jiang was a man of great righteousness, and now he saw that it was true. He even agreed to such a request. He was much more righteous than those so-called fellow rebels.

"Thank you, sir! I'll go this way!" After knocking his head hard on the ground with great surprise, he turned around and walked out.

Shaking his head, Jiang Han continued to busy himself with his own affairs. He had a lot of things to do these days. Yangzhou had just emerged from the shadow of war, and Suzhou had just been taken over. Both sides were in a state of disrepair.

Creating jobs, training management talents, providing pensions to soldiers' families after the war, and restoring various industries, Jiang Han has been very busy these past two days, and Wang Dang and others are also very busy.

The war also brought great pain. A large number of people were displaced, water sources were contaminated by corpses, fields were trampled, food in homes was looted by the Tartars, and even only a few people were left in the family. These war victims urgently need assistance from above to survive this year.

This is very simple. A lot of prisoners were captured before and were directly taken to dig canals and build water wheels. The bodies would pollute the water source, so they were asked to move the bodies away, burn and bury them, and then let the water flow to improve the water quality.

The situation in Suzhou also required a large number of manpower. The volunteers got on the ship again without even a few days' rest. They were going there to serve as propagandists, knocking on doors from house to house, explaining to them that the world had changed, what the policies and rules were, and what benefits were involved.

The main reason is that the illiteracy rate in today's society is ridiculously high. Ordinary people can only find someone who can write his or her own name and is considered a cultured person. It's ridiculous. They can't understand the leaflets you send them. They are used to being informed by scholars about the changes in the court. You tell them to go to night school to study, but these people are unwilling to do so because studying is of no use to them and it will only delay their efforts to create villains. Even if you know that letting them study is for their own good, these people don't think so.

Because they have been oppressed so harshly, they have become accustomed to such a life and have no intention of resisting at all.

Jiang Han no longer has any hope for this generation, so he has set his sights on the next generation. If your children go to school, they can enjoy subsidies, both boys and girls. Not only are tuition fees waived, but the school also provides meals.

This is good news for many ordinary families. If the little brats eat their parents out of money, many families with children will worry about the bottomless pit that their children will face, especially in this day and age when a child is a labor force and a family surplus value. If conditions permit, every family will try their best to have children. Now that there is a place that can reduce the pressure on families, why not do it? However, these families generally do not let all their children go to school. Instead, they choose to pick the one they love the most, and the rest of the children continue to help them at home.

Faced with this situation, Jiang Han felt uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do. The limitations of the times were fully reflected and he could only try his best. It was foreseeable that this would be a long project, but someone had to do it. Thinking about how countless predecessors had spent more than 30 years to run education well, Jiang Han said that he could only try his best.

Of course, the volunteers didn't just go there to give lectures, they were also responsible for the much-loved business of confiscating houses. Suzhou was full of landlords and wealthy businessmen, and as long as there was a big house, there would be a lot of gold coins, just like opening a treasure chest, which was very stress-relieving. Of course, it was also very stressful when investigating the crimes they had committed.

July is here, and it is also the harvest season. It is the time to harvest the summer rice. At the same time, the rice fish previously raised in the rice fields are expected to provide food and income security for many people this year. Harvesting the summer fish is also a top priority, so Yangzhou is unusually busy now.

醉武章 献身，就求翻译，如有志者事，让世界杯。 English: As for what happened to Zhang Xianzhong, he really didn't care. If Li Dingguo wanted to leave, then let him go. To be honest, Jiang Han didn't think much of people who came from bandit families. Later generations talked about anti-Qing heroes, but they had forgotten what they did. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, only Li Yan from Henan was different from the gangsters. He participated in the rebel movement with the Confucian sentiment of saving the world, and hoped to change the actual nature of these so-called rebel armies. But Master Li failed, and was envied by the leader Li Zicheng, and was killed for no reason. Of course, Li Yan is now in his hometown in Henan, implementing the life philosophy of "if you are poor, you should take care of yourself, and if you are rich, you should help the world." He has not joined the bandits yet. Most of the bandits just want to conquer a place, have a good beer, plunder a wave of wealth, and then move to another place. What they did really caused people's physiological discomfort. They were not much better than the Tartars. They would really cling to people's thighs and gnaw on them. It was not until the later period of Li Zicheng that things changed. Now the loss of such talents is really not a big deal.

Jiang Han, who was busy improving people's livelihood, didn't know that misfortune may turn out to be a blessing in disguise. When he let go of a potential talent, another talent set his sights on his camp.

After the Qing army captured Gaoyang, they wreaked havoc and then left, leaving behind only devastation, ruins and broken arms, corpses and blood. A scholar walked into the city, as if he had lost his soul. He wandered around Gaoyang and recklessly bumped into the familiar Sun Mansion. There were mourning banners hanging everywhere, and it looked like it was covered with snow.

The man was in his forties, thin, with a long beard like a traditional scholar, and his eyes were a little dazed, as if he was often drunk.

He staggered into the study, only to see a young man in mourning standing there quietly. His face was as sharp-shouldered and his eyes were as bright as his teacher's.

"Nephew, where is the master?" he opened his mouth and asked.

Sun Zhixun's cheeks twitched in pain, he covered his face and sobbed, and he could no longer make a sound.

Sun Zhixun was the eldest grandson of Sun Chengzong. He served as a deputy commander of the Jinyiwei in the capital. When the Qing army attacked Gaoyang, he was not in the city and escaped the disaster. When he learned that Gaoyang was besieged by the Jiannu, Sun Zhixun hurried back, but it was too late.......

Who was the scholar who arrived at this time? His identity was clear. He was Mao Yuanyi, a student that Sun Chengzong admired very much. He was diligent and studious since childhood, and read a lot of books, especially those about military affairs and agriculture. After he became an adult, he was familiar with military affairs and had a lot of strategies. He could describe the passes and dangerous places along the "Nine Frontiers" along the Great Wall.

Mao Yuanyi became famous during the Tianqi period, when the Jianzhou Jurchens rose. He witnessed the decline of the Ming Dynasty's military preparations, and repeatedly proposed plans to make the country rich and strong. It took him 15 years to write the "Wubei Zhi". The then Minister of War Sun Chengzong thought highly of him and regarded him as his favorite disciple. He took him with him to supervise the army in Liaodong. Sun Chengzong was grateful to Mao Yuanyi for his recognition, and Mao Yuanyi always regarded himself as Sun Chengzong's disciple.

When in Liaodong, Mao Yuanyi, together with Lu Shanji, Yuan Chonghuan, and Sun Yuanhua, inspected the inside and outside of Shanhaiguan, examined the terrain, studied the enemy situation, fought many battles against the Eight Banners Army of the Later Jin Dynasty, and recovered 945 forts. He was promoted to deputy general for his merits. He also went to Jiangnan to raise warships and strengthen the construction of the Liaodong navy. His contribution to the Ming Dynasty was enormous.

However, Mao Yuanyi's official career was not very smooth. First, his mentor Sun Chengzong was ostracized by the eunuch party Wei Zhongxian, and Mao Yuanyi was implicated and stripped of his official title. After Chongzhen ascended the throne, Wei eunuch overthrew and he was reinstated. Before he could be happy for a few days, he was dismissed by the powerful minister Liang Tingdong. Later, Mao Yuanyi was implicated in the mutiny of Liaodong soldiers and was exiled to Zhangpu, Fujian. He was sent to a faraway place with basically no chance of reinstatement. This was extremely miserable for a man who was full of ambition and wanted to revive the glory of the Ming Dynasty.

The famous "Wubei Zhi" in history was written by him. The book is very rich in content and covers a wide range of things. It not only selects more than 600 battle examples of reference value from the Spring and Autumn Period to the Yuan Dynasty from a strategic perspective, but also records various formations from the Western Zhou Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty, with more than 300 formation diagrams. Among them, Zhuge Liang's Eight Formations, Li Jing's Six Flower Formations, and Qi Jiguang's Mandarin Duck Formations are recorded in the most detail.

The book even records the methods of judging astronomical weather very clearly. "Wubeizhi" can be said to be an encyclopedia of military science.

Mao Yuanyi looked at the familiar study in front of him, and recalled the past when he lived in the Sun Mansion and had tea and discussed matters with his teacher. At that time, the teacher always took the newly delivered court newspaper and sighed a few times for the current situation where war was raging.

Mao Yuanyi glanced at the wall and saw a suit of iron armor hanging on the wall. This armor was worn by Sun Chengzong when he was the commander of Liaodong. At that time, Sun Chengzong was old, so the armor was not very heavy, just enough to block some hidden arrows. In the year of the Jisi Rebellion, he followed his master and was transferred repeatedly, patrolling the capital, going to Tongzhou, and then saving Yongping. The master wore iron armor and often did not take it off for several days and nights.

Ten years have passed, but the armor is still shiny, and the cold light from being wiped away is still sharp.

Mao Yuanyi stroked the nail scales, and the chill came through his fingertips, still like the cold wind from Liaodong, cutting people's bones and causing pain.

Mao Yuanyi hugged the armor in his arms and said leisurely, "Master once said that armor can only block swords, spears, and halberds, but it cannot block the cold arrows from the court."

The cold armor awakened Mao Yuanyi. He finally remembered why he came here and wanted to understand why Gaoyang City was in ruins and who the mourning banners that filled the rooms were for.

Mao Yuanyi stumbled into the mourning hall and almost fainted when he saw the rows of memorial tablets behind the dim candlelight.

A house full of descendants is no match for a family full of loyal heroes. Mao Yuanyi held the coffin and cried bitterly, tears constantly falling from the corners of his eyes.

When hearing the news about the Prime Minister, Mao Yuanyi went to the army with great anger and asked to lead troops to attack the Tartars to rescue the Prime Minister. However, all he got was a cold stare.

Helplessly, he could only come to Gaoyang alone, and what he saw was this scene. The court had not even conferred a posthumous title until now. Mao Yuanyi's mood at this moment was hotter than fire and colder than an iceberg.

The heat was because his heart was filled with anger and hatred. At this moment, Mao Yuanyi wished he could catch the Tartar and tear him to pieces with his bare hands. But the coldness was because he knew that with the help of the imperial court, his wish for revenge would never be realized in this lifetime.

Mao Yuanyi's eyes were bloodshot and he kowtowed heavily several times in front of dozens of tablets in the mourning hall. At this moment, he made a difficult decision in his heart. He knew that his master might not agree with his future actions, but he could not get over this hurdle if he did not take revenge. He, Mao Yuanyi, was not valued and was demoted thousands of miles away. He was addicted to alcohol all day to numb himself, but now, he could not continue to numb himself.

I cannot fulfill my ideal of revenge by relying on the imperial court, so I will find another way out.

Volume 371: Chapter Chapter : The Zheng Family Seeks Death

In Anping City, Quanzhou Prefecture, Fujian, Zheng family, Zheng Zhilong was living a carefree life at home.

Since September of the first year of Chongzhen, Zheng Zhilong led his troops to surrender to the Fujian Governor Xiong Wencan, and left Dongfan (Taiwan), the maritime base he had managed for many years, and settled in the coastal areas of Fujian.

At that time, Zheng Zhilong had 30,000 troops and 1,000 ships, responsible for guarding the coast to prevent attacks from pirates, Japanese pirates and the Dutch.

Over the past decade, after several major naval battles, Zheng Zhilong was promoted from one of the Five Tiger Guerrillas to the general of Fujian. His power expanded greatly, and he had a fleet of more than 3,000 large and small ships, becoming the overlord of the southeastern waters.

The Zheng family's maritime trade caravans covered a wide range of areas in the East and Southeast Asia, including Danai, Penis, Champa, Luzon, Wanggang, Beigang, Tainan, Hirado, Nagasaki, Mumbai, Banten, Jiugang, Batavia, Malacca, Cambodia, and Siam.

In Fujian, the Zheng family is the Great Wall of the Eight Fujian Provinces. Here, the Zheng family is the local emperor. If you want to do business here, you have to look at Zheng Zhilong's face.

Zheng Zhilong, whose power was growing increasingly powerful, built a fortress around the wall of Anping, his hometown in Quanzhou. He made Anping City the Zheng family's base camp and built a luxurious mansion, which took more than three years to complete. It covered an area of ​​138 acres. The mansion was grand in scale, with pavilions and terraces crisscrossing, and was extremely luxurious.

It is estimated that the Zheng family had as many as 200,000 troops at sea and on land, including Han, Japanese, Koreans, Austronesian people, African blacks and other races.

Yes, Zheng Zhilong also engaged in the chocolate trade, but he did not buy them to pick cotton or grow sugar cane, but to guard his house. These black soldiers were called Wufan soldiers by Zheng Zhilong, and they were specifically used as guards and thugs for Zheng Zhilong. "

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, as Western colonists entered Asia, many African people also came to China. Some of them were sold cotton field tools, and some were brainwashed by the colonists and came to the East for exploration out of religious enthusiasm.

These little Negroes from Africa served in the Spanish, Portuguese and Dutch armies and became an important part of the colonial army, and even the main force of the colonists' army in Asia (in the war between Portugal and the Netherlands for Macau).

The Little Ni brothers are very useful, loyal, brave and good at fighting. They are tall and strong with strong muscles. They are willing to charge into battle for their employers. Zheng Zhilong also saw this and specially lured and deceived a group of Little Ni brothers from Macau to work for him.

In fact, this is normal. Those who are not in good physical condition have already made a guest appearance in the Little Mermaid crew.

In Zheng Zhilong's army, there were also troops composed of white people and little Baga. Compared with them, the little Baga's troops had lower pay, and fried chicken and watermelon could satisfy their needs. They were also more loyal and reliable, and were more reckless in fighting. Zheng Zhilong once commented: The black soldiers were more fierce than the white devils.

Let’s put aside the issue of color. The Zheng family is discussing an important matter today.

"Brother, we have already found out that the people who have been communicating with the red-haired foreigners on the water these days are the Jiang thieves from Jiangnan."

The person who was speaking at this time was Zheng Zhilong's fifth brother Zheng Zhibao. This man had a big head and a thick neck, and at first glance he didn't look very smart. In fact, this was indeed the case. This man's intelligence level was basically not much different from that of a baboon. It can only be said that even though they both had the surname Zheng, there was still a gap.

These days, Zheng Zhilong found that the commissions collected from transactions had increased a lot. With his keen business sense, he immediately realized that it was likely that someone was conducting a large-scale transaction. Who could it be? Whether as the commander-in-chief of the Ming Navy or as the local emperor of Fujian, Zheng Zhilong had to find out what was going on. So, today's incident happened.

Zheng Zhilong raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Oh? Did you find out what it was transporting?"

"We found out that there are some food, livestock, and some raw materials inside. It seems... it seems there is also some black kerosene."

"The food from those foreigners is not cheap. Where did he get so much silver?" Zheng Zhilong was full of confusion. As an out-and-out local emperor in Fujian, he knew very well how expensive the food from these foreigners was. It was not cheaper than that from domestic grain merchants. Even though southern Fujian was so short of food, he had never bought from them many times. How could this man dare to buy from them? Is he so rich?

There was actually a food shortage in Fujian as well, because Fujian was mountainous and many areas lacked arable land. So even though the climate was very suitable, the grain output was not very high, so Zheng Zhilong also faced many situations where he needed to purchase grain.

"Hehe, big brother, you may not know this, this Jiang guy is rampant in Nanzhili. The first thing he does when he enters the city is to confiscate all the properties. Those wealthy businessmen in Jiangnan are all very rich. All the millions of properties have been given to that guy. Isn't he rich? I think that guy may be richer than the current emperor!"

"So rich!?"

Zheng Zhilong was shocked. He thought that he had worked hard in southern Fujian for many years and spent most of his life to build this family business. But this young man who came out of nowhere made so much money in just half a year?

Sour! So sour! Watching others make so much money is more painful than losing money yourself! Zheng Zhilong was so jealous. The emperors and ministers of the Ming Dynasty have always been crying about having no money while guarding the cornucopia of money, but they didn't know that the profits from maritime trade were no less than the annual income from grain grown on the ground. Although the Zheng family could earn tens of millions of taels of silver a year through maritime trade and collecting protection fees, Zheng Zhilong mostly distributed most of it to his subordinates and clansmen for profit distribution.

But if you ask him to learn from Jiang Han, that is impossible, because unlike Jiang Han, he made his fortune in the land of Fujian. This place is different from other places, because they have to make a living on the sea, and the people here are very devout in their belief in gods and Buddhas, especially Mazu, who they must worship. At the same time, the people here also have a strong attachment to their ancestral temples. If Zheng Zhilong used Jiang Han's tricks here, he would be beaten so badly that he wouldn't even recognize his mother, and he would never be where he is today.

When people are sour, they start to think, and when they think, they tend to have crooked ideas. Zheng Zhilong was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "You think Jiang Han should be considered a traitor, and we should be considered officials, right?"

At this time, Zheng Zhilong's cousin Zheng Hongkui immediately understood the meaning of the incident: "Yes, this thief Jiang is doing evil things in Nanzhili. We, the officials and people of the Ming Dynasty, should all punish him."

Seeing his younger brother being so sensible, Zheng Zhilong nodded with satisfaction. He thought that the young man was teachable. He immediately put on a sad face and said, "I only regret that I am in Fujian and cannot serve the country. I want to serve the country but I am powerless."

Zheng Hongkui immediately followed up: "Brother, I have a plan"

"Oh? Do you have a plan too?"

"That's right, big brother. Think about it, this thief Jiang is so arrogant in Nanzhili, why does he have to rely on the red-haired foreigners to buy food? It's simply because he doesn't have enough food in the local area, or even in short supply."

Zheng Hongkui stood up and paced around the room: "I just learned that this Jiang thief had just fought a fierce battle with the Tartars. Now he is in urgent need of recruiting soldiers. I am afraid that these grains and grass transported by sea are prepared for this purpose. If you can intercept them halfway... wouldn't it be a great achievement?"

These words really touched Zheng Zhilong's heart, and he couldn't help but stroke his beard and nodded: "Well... this plan is very good."

Zheng Zhibao was the only one in the crowd who was still confused. He scratched his head and said hesitantly, "But, those merchant ships also paid money and flew the flag of my Zheng family. If they were robbed... would it cause any damage to the reputation of my Zheng family?"

"That's wrong!" Zheng Hongkui immediately retorted, "We are all officials appointed by the imperial court. How can we have anything to do with bandits? This traitor is extremely cunning. He used the flag of our Zheng family and tried to get away with it. Fortunately, my eldest brother is very observant and saw through him and detained him. How can this be called robbery? This is a great act of kindness!"

There are also some well-informed people in the Zheng family: "This... I heard that the thief Jiang has a lot of artillery and spears, and he is an absolute lunatic. He even dares to touch the Tartars. If this angers him..."

"Don't worry. Jiang Han just fought a battle with the Tartars and needs to rest. It would be unwise to rashly engage in a fight with others. Besides, the imperial court's soldiers and Marshal Hong Chengchou are right next to him. He can't even take care of himself, so how can he have time to fight us? Even if there is a great reason, it doesn't make sense."

Zheng Zhilong nodded and said, "Fourth brother, what you said makes sense. According to your opinion, seize all the ships of the Jiang bandit on the sea! If someone wants to redeem them, tell him that if he wants the goods, he can exchange them for grain! As for the amount... two million dan, not a cent less!"

I'm really upset, my family. The motherboard is already fixed, but I just realized that I was cheated when I bought a computer last time. The computer dealer told me that the memory is DDR4, but it's DDR3. The socket of the new motherboard doesn't match, and I have to add two more memory sticks! I'm really, I'm the king of anxiety! ! I can't stand it!

Volume 372: Chapter Chapter : Collection of Taxes

Jiang Han still has no idea what is happening far away in Fujian. He is so busy now that he is dizzy.

As their power grew and their territory expanded, more realistic problems emerged, including the market, people's livelihood, and various conflicts. The most important things in improving people's livelihood, besides grain, were salt.

The government has specially dispatched technicians to explain the technology of sea salt production to the people, and the main salt-producing sites are all controlled by the army. Jiang Han has set up a Salt Administration Office to be responsible for the production of salt, as well as unified sales or bidding for agents to sell it. Some smart salt merchants who have surrendered are ready-made agents, who not only have sales channels but also ready-made shops. A one-stop arrangement is made, and Jiang Han does not need to train or find people separately.

In the past, under the Ming Dynasty's salt monopoly system, the big salt merchants were responsible for one route. Transportation, sales, and pricing were all decided by them. Now they are only responsible for sales, and the pricing power is in the hands of the government and is uniformly formulated by the Salt Administration. There is no room for loopholes.

Anyone who held an approval document from the Salt Administration could obtain a ticket to sell salt. The salt industry fell completely into the hands of the government, and private salt merchants could no longer maintain a monopoly.

In order to prevent the people from driving up the price of salt, Jiang Han specially issued a document, requiring that the price of salt be set uniformly within the scope of his governance, ranging from ten to fifty coins. This was also for the future. At present, all the prefectures at hand are basically not far from the coast, and transportation is convenient, so the official unified price is ten coins. However, they will definitely expand in the future, and their sphere of influence will inevitably reach the inland. In this case, once the freight cost goes up, the price will be inappropriate, especially for Sichuan and other places, which are inland among inland areas. The road to Shu is difficult, so instead of adjusting it later, it is better to set it once and for all, and when it comes to actual application, you can take out the regulations and respond accordingly.

The cost of making salt is about two or three cents per pound. With the subsidy given to the salt farmers, you can make half the profit by selling it at ten cents per pound.

Because long distances require a lot of truck and ship freight, the cost increases accordingly. Even fifty cents in inland areas is considered a conscience price. You know, in Sichuan and other places nowadays, the price of salt is generally around three hundred cents!

Today's official salt pricing has completely deprived smuggled salt of its living space. There is no profit at all, and the smuggled salt still has to run the risk of being caught. This has in disguise dealt a fundamental blow to the smuggled salt gangs.

Today, Jiang Han already has an army and the monopoly of necessities. The combination of the two gives him the right to issue currency. He can issue new currency based on grain in his own domestic system, completely bypassing the Ming Dynasty's payment system, and place precious metal materials such as copper in a more important position of industrial demand, and concentrate on starting the industrialization process.

Today, Yangzhou's industrialization has begun to get on the right track. In particular, the research on the steam engine has reached a critical point. The first batch of transactions has been completed. The arrival of rubber can be said to have completed the last piece of the puzzle in the research on the steam engine. The industrial body of the steam engine is on the verge of completion and formal production of the prototype!

Next, it is the steps of trial and error, production, and finally mass production, which will bring about a rapid growth in productivity for the entire Ming Dynasty!

After taking control of the four prefectures of Su, Chang, Yang and Zhen, Jiang Han has completely controlled the lower reaches of the Yangtze River and its surrounding areas. Thinking back to the time since he occupied Yangzhou and started the uprising, he has been fighting all the time, facing two consecutive encirclement and suppression attacks by the Ming army, and also fought a battle with the Tartars. Just as Zheng Zhilong and others had analyzed before, Jiang Han now urgently needs to rest and integrate these resources to recuperate. It would be unwise to start a war again.

However, this is according to normal theory, which is the basic common sense of war. War requires population, materials, and a large amount of logistical resources. But for Jiang Han, none of these are needed. This guy is an absolute cheat.

After consuming a large amount of resources and conducting a wave of crazy card drawing, the firepower of the army at Jiang Han's disposal cannot be said to be quite powerful. It can only be said that it has no problem dominating the Eurasian continent. However, for Jiang Han, it is far from time to rest.

He has a certain understanding of the future and knows what kind of terrible scenes will appear in the future. It is foreseeable that the current meteorological disaster will continue for several decades, and climate change that causes the extinction of a large number of species will undoubtedly be an absolute disaster for the ordinary people living on this land.

In this era, no one can survive on their own, you either plunder others or plunder yourself and consume yourself to death. To borrow the famous words of the famous sage Eren Yeager, Tata Kai, if you don't Tata Kai, you can't survive!

The war machine has already started, so it must not be stopped until the ultimate goal is achieved.

Jiang Han was thinking about fighting a war, and on the other side, Chongzhen was also thinking about fighting a war. However, although the expressions on both of their faces were a little depressed, the reasons were different.