Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 843 Thoughts
After spending a month in Chengde, I officially returned to Beijing at the end of July.

In addition to celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival in Yuquan Mountain, the more important reason is that it is already the end of autumn on the grassland, and the cold wind from Siberia has already blown in, and there is frost in the morning.

Knowledgeable old people say that within half a month, the grassland will start to wither and turn yellow, and the herdsmen have to prevent frost.

Zhu Yixi calculated, good guy, it's cold in September in the Gregorian calendar, so how the hell do you farm.

"Building a city on the grassland, in addition to silage to store feed, plowing to store food, and more importantly, fuel for winter."

Zhu Yixi muttered, the smoke billowing from the kitchen in the distance looked extremely harmonious, but outside the herdsman's yurt, there were walls made of cow dung.

This is fuel, an essential fuel on the grasslands.

Once a white disaster (blizzard) occurs on the grassland, very few people will starve to death, and a large part of them will freeze to death due to insufficient fuel.

Those who survived plundered other people's cattle, sheep, and cow dung to survive the crisis. If they did not go to the southern Central Plains to plunder supplies in the coming year, the grassland casualties would be even more tragic.

The reason why the herdsmen on the grasslands are endless is that in addition to the slaves since the plunder, there are also some Han people who were deceived into eating meat every day, and the people who overflowed from the Central Plains.

I don't understand why you envy the Central Plains?
Because the food is stable, and rice straw is still used as fuel, heating is also very stable.

"There should be many coal mines in Inner Mongolia!"

Zhu Yixi frowned, suddenly thinking about it.

Building a city on the grassland does not necessarily have to be around the delta or Hetao. It can also be built on an open-pit coal mine and become a resource-based city.

As long as iron is not smelted, those coal mines can be used by ordinary people for hundreds of years.

Thinking of this, he was a little proud.

Even, the emperor planned to bring the Mongolian grassland from slavery to feudal society, and establish a class of "owner farmers" on the grassland-the ranchers.

This is also like the changes in the Central Plains for thousands of years. The imperial power has continuously eliminated "middlemen", nobles, powerful families, and powerful, while the slavery nobles in the grassland must be gradually eliminated.

This is far better than the Manchu Qing contacting the upper class and exploiting the bottom herdsmen.

The more Zhu Yixi thought about it, the more excited he became, and even his grand blueprint came out:

Divide the grassland into pieces of pasture, let a large number of herdsmen become ranchers, so as to buy people's hearts.

In Monan, one sheep needs [-] mu of land; in Mobei, at least [-] mu; in the Siberian grassland, even [-] to [-] mu can feed a sheep.

Just like the star Tengger, the [-] acres of grassland allocated by his family may seem like a lot, but in fact it can only support life.

Therefore, a family needs at least [-] cattle and sheep, which means [-] mu of grassland, or [-] hectares, to barely live without worrying about food and clothing.

And how many grasslands are there in the entire Mongolian grassland?
A map of future generations appeared in Zhu Yixi's mind, and he roughly estimated the figure—at least 20 billion mu, or 2000 million hectares.

That is, at least 200 million pastures can be allocated.

As long as there are 200 million loyal and land-divided ranchers, why worry about the grasslands being uneven?
The number of 200 million can also be corroborated with Zhu Yixi's memory. He remembers that there were less than 200 million Mongols in the late Qing Dynasty, and Mobei had to be added.

Of course, all of this is based on silage. Without this method of storing fodder, it would be impossible to allocate pastures, because the herdsmen still need to catch up with the nomadic herds.

A stable life will inevitably lead to population growth, isn't there still a vast Siberia?
An order to enclose the land, let him ride a horse to enclose the land, and whatever he occupies is his own.

He not only stabilized the grassland, but also developed Siberia. He is simply a genius.

Adapting measures to local conditions and considering herdsmen, he is really a good emperor.

In this way, bringing two prairie beauties back to the capital is also reasonable and not excessive.

After telling Sun Changzhou, governor of Chahar, to find coal mines and establish mining sites, the emperor finally set off for Beijing.

Although Zhu Yixi thought beautifully, he could tell the reality clearly.

His foundation is in the Central Plains, so [-]% of his energy has to be given to the mainland, and he cannot put the cart before the horse.

It is also possible to entrust the grassland reconstruction plan to a trusted minister.

Before leaving, on the carriage, the emperor sat on a soft couch and said to Sun Changzhou earnestly:
"You can start with the Ministry of Khan, and distribute a large amount of pastures, with ten thousand mu as a piece, to those who will serve as my guards first."

"They deserve the richest grass."

"As for the second batch, [-] acres will be used as a share and distributed to those officials who have worked for me. After several years of hard work, they are already reliable assistants in Caoli..."

"As for the last ordinary pastures, they can be distributed to ordinary herdsmen. They will be allocated [-] mu of land, so that they can barely live and fill their stomachs."

It is the nature of human beings to classify relatives and distances, and it is also the most suitable method, and it will be recognized.

After all, people who work hard and those who are usually lazy get equal pay for equal work, who would be happy?

"Old minister understands!" Sun Changzhou was shocked by the emperor's handwriting, and nodded quickly.

"The second step is the other tribes of the Chahar tribe."

The emperor chuckled and said: "Chahar Khan will be brought to the capital, and I will take Budali away at that time. Relying on the strength of the Khan's Ministry and the frontier army, I am afraid that no one will dare to object to Chahar Khan."

"What should the nobles do?"

Sun Changzhou asked softly, but his face was full of determination and determination.

Apparently, he wasn't afraid of a bloodbath.

"It's best if it doesn't cause killing." The emperor sighed: "Forget it for those who resist, let them go to the Buddha to redeem their sins, as for those who obey..."

"Allocate [-] mu of grassland, keep the property, and then move to the capital to live, staying in the grassland is easy to cause trouble..."

Speaking of this, Zhu Yixi looked into Sun Changzhou's eyes and said seriously: "Those slaves account for half of the total population, and they have to divide the land. In this case, they will be the biggest supporters of the imperial court..."

Afterwards, Sun Changzhou left the carriage, watched the emperor go away, and heaved a long sigh in his heart.

Returning on horseback, the staff at the side saw this and couldn't help asking: "Why is Dong Weng sighing?"

"Your Majesty no longer seeks stability in the governance of the grassland, but is eager for quick success and quick benefits. I don't know how long it will take."

Sun Changzhou described the situation, and the staff couldn't help sighing when they saw it: "Since then, Dong Weng will have to stay in the grassland for a few more years."

Yes, it will take a long time again...

In the past, when dealing with the issue of the grassland, the emperor would win over the upper-class nobles, mainly restraining the rice, and then gradually eroded, divided Chahar, and established the Khan Ministry and the city.

According to the plan, in just a decade or so, the court's rule over Chahar will be unprecedentedly stable.

But now the emperor changed his tactics and chose to divide the land. How much resistance should there be?
Chahar, Suiyuan, in this way, will the Mobei tribes be far away?

……

At this time, in Luzon, Jin Bao took the imperial decree, confession and official seal, and officially announced in the Governor's Palace in Wangcheng that he would take the post of Governor.

As the commander-in-chief of the army, Sun Lin was suddenly promoted from a baron to an earl, named "Uncle Wu Jin", with two thousand households in the city.

Because the scale of its operations exceeded 10,000 people, and it even won several cities, with [-]+ people, it was tantamount to conquering a government for the imperial court out of thin air.

Coupled with his status as a foreign relative, Earl Sheng had nothing to say.

However, at the age of 26, he became the earl, which is considered outstanding.

Another earl, this is Shi Lang, the commander-in-chief of the East China Sea Division, named "Uncle Nanling", with two thousand households in the city.

Other viscounts and barons have also improved a few.

The entire Governor's Mansion can be described as beaming at this time.

However, Jin Bao, as the governor, told the court's intentions after seeing the two of them:
"The East China Sea Navy and the South China Sea Navy will split into two, 3000 people, stationed in Luzon, called the Luzon Navy, to protect the entire Luzon."

Sun Lin and Shi Lang had nothing to do.

In front of the earl, these are nothing at all.

However, after learning that the Luzon Navy was the deputy commander in chief, this made people silent.

Recommending such a general can be described as a big piece of cake.

However, Shi Lang opened his lips slightly, hesitated for a long time, cast a glance at Sun Lin, and finally remained silent.

For such a candidate, Sun Lin, as the commander-in-chief, has a great right to speak.

Not to mention, Shi Lang's own Zheng family army is very important, if he recommends another general like this, he will definitely be regarded as the Zheng family.

The imperial court, or Governor Jin, would never agree.

Back then, the Fujian Navy, that is, the Zheng Family Navy was powerful, and then divided into the East Sea Navy and the South Sea Navy, and then expanded their respective armies to dilute the Zheng family's composition.

Afterwards, Sun Lin will serve as the South China Sea Navy. The main purpose of the court is probably to completely cleanse the traces of the Zheng family and make it completely owned by the court.

A piece of cake like the Luzon Navy would never fall into his hands.

Sure enough, Sun Lin said bluntly: "The guerrilla general Gao Bao is a cautious man, he is good at using western ships, and he still likes cannons. Now that he is still there, he commanded the cannons to sink a large ship and made a great contribution."

"He has also been promoted to Viscount, whether it is qualifications, military exploits, or ability, it is enough."

"That's him!"

For this person, Jin Bao also has an impression.

Although Gao Bao is also from Fujian and belongs to Zheng Zhilong's hometown, he must be very reliable if he is recommended by Sun Lin.

Furthermore, there are so many generals in the Fujian navy, it would be rather strange to find one who is not in the navy.

After the sailors were selected, General Jin Bao said again: "According to the court's grace, the navy will also have meritorious land for winning Luzon this time."

"Originally, it was set in the Taiwan government, but a certain Qi played the Holy Spirit and set the land in Luzon..."

As soon as these words came out, Sun Lin and Shi Lang glanced at each other and cursed in their hearts.

Although Taiwan is a bit barren, after years of development, it has become a well-developed land, rich and rich Fujian, if the land is set in Luzon, in comparison, it is completely different.

Shi Lang didn't dare to speak, but Sun Lin said bluntly: "Governor, forgive me for speaking bluntly. There are a lot of barbarians in Luzon. Compared with Taiwan, they are even more remote. The soldiers must be very reluctant to obey—"

"If it's a bad one, I'm afraid there will be a big mess..."

When Jin Bao heard the words, a smile appeared on his face, and he said lightly: "So, the Holy Majesty has denied it..."

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he continued: "The Beijing camp also made great contributions to the attack on Luzon this time, so this time the imperial court implemented the policy of returning south to south and north to north."

"The soldiers of the Beijing camp will get the land of Liaodong, and the soldiers of the navy, such as Fujian, Guangdong, and Zhejiang, will get the land from the Taiwan government."

"However, considering that the population of Luzon is not prosperous, the imperial court allowed the soldiers to place the land from Taiwan in Luzon in exchange for five times—"

Five times, this is an exaggerated number.

Even in the north, the transfer of land in Gyeonggi to Liaodong is only double or double.

One hundred acres of land in Taiwan can reach five hundred acres in Luzon, which is too easy to tempt people.

"It's all familiar places——" Jin Bao continued, "I hope the two chief soldiers will spread the word to the soldiers."

"You know, Luzon is not far from Taiwan. How do you know that this is not the second Taiwan?"

"You can also see the gold and silver in the treasury of Luzon. The wealth here is beyond imagination."

After some temptations, the two chief soldiers left with a heavy heart. This was a difficult choice.

Jin Bao looked at the backs of the two leaving, showing a hint of a smile.

After the Philippines changed its name to Luzon, it wasn't just the army that benefited. For Wang Cheng, his and his family's future had changed.

He used to fight with his life for a reward of tens of dollars, and after he survived by luck, the rewards were extremely large.

After the event was completed, the distant court settled in the city of Manila.

He and the group of heroes who rebelled, the righteous people, became the benchmark and received awards.

Not only was the reward correct, but he was also recruited into the yamen and became a personal soldier under the governor's mansion. He was rewarded with two silver dollars a month and a house.

Walking on the streets, as personal soldiers, they actually also take care of the important task of managing the city. As locals, they couldn't be more suitable.

Walking on the street with your head held high, the pedestrians along the way, whether they are natives, Spaniards, or the original Chinese, all dodged to make way.

"Hey, damned yellow-skinned pig—"

Suddenly, holding a waist knife, Wang Cheng suddenly heard a white man scolding him, turned his head and looked, his haughty and disdainful gaze made him furious:

"You damn white pig, do you think I can't understand your words?"

After saying that, he directly pulled out the big knife, even with the scabbard, and swung it directly, hitting him so that he screamed, cried for his father and mother, and lay on the ground unable to get up.

Seeing this, Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw the crowd watching, he said loudly: "In the future, those who talk like this will not be so lucky, and send them directly to the yamen—"

After saying that, he swaggered away and no one dared to come out.

There were close relatives on the side of the road, and the injured were rushed to the hospital for treatment.

On the tall building, after witnessing the incident with their own eyes, the priests were naturally furious, but they all chose to remain silent.

"The Ming people are not the same as the Spaniards."

A priest shook his head and said, "The rules in Luzon are about to change."

"As long as they don't harm the Lord's interests, we don't care about those untouchables."

On the other side, several potbellied merchants were full of thoughts.

"It seems that it's time to go to the Governor's Mansion to meet the Governor—"

(End of this chapter)