The eldest grandson of Emperor Ming Dynasty!

For the current Daming, in Zhu Ying's eyes, the main thing is to 'move'.

This movement does not simply refer to the flow of population, but more to the fact that the people have more choices.

The population composition of the society, [-]% of which belong to peasant households.

So what kind of mental outlook does a farmer have?
Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, the heavy life weighs down.

There is nothing to say about hard work, because lazy people will really starve to death.

The food storage at home must be carefully calculated. After all, a family is not a family of three in the eyes of later generations. It starts with six or seven people, or even a dozen or so.

And the whole family lives on those few acres of Susukida.

What future hope is too far away, being able to eat a full meal every day is the greatest pursuit.

This is not the idea of ​​a few people, but covers [-]% of the people in several Ming territories.

In a small village near the capital.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

A teenage boy ran towards his own field excitedly.

The old man raised his head and scolded: "You son of a bitch, you went to the village early in the morning to see what's going on, are you trying to exhaust me, an old guy, to death?"

The boy stopped and took a few breaths: "Father, there is a notice in the village to recruit workers here. Not only will we manage two meals a day, but we can also earn sixty coins a month."

The old man frowned: "Isn't it a lie? How can there be such a good thing in the world, not only taking care of the food, but also paying sixty Wen?"

"Where are these guys kidnappers?"

Seeing that his father didn't believe it, the boy quickly explained: "It's the notice posted by the official. It's at the head of the village, saying that there is a cement factory to be built. I don't know what it is."

"Someone read the notice, and I just listened to it. After listening to it several times, I was sure that it was the manager who paid sixty yuan a month."

"As long as you have the strength, you can go."

The old man heard that it was the official who said it, so he couldn't help saying: "Is there really such a good thing?"

The young man was in a hurry: "Father, we planted those seeds that are said to produce a lot of food, and the officials distributed them for free. This is a great opportunity. If you miss it, it will be gone."

The old man hesitated after hearing this.

There are seven people in the family now, and the eldest son is the only labor force who can help. If he goes out like this, he will be on his own.

The youngest son is just over eight years old. Although he can work in the fields, he is not strong enough.

After hesitating for a while, he looked at the longing in his elder son's eyes, and the old man gritted his teeth: "Okay, you can do it first, if you are a lie, then come back quickly."

The young man beamed and said, "Okay, Dad, just don't worry, when the time comes, you'll be paid and bring everything home."

With the opening of the factory, many laborers began to pour in.

With the minimum standard security system, after entering the factory, the living conditions that can almost be brought to the family will be greatly improved.

It is not difficult to guess that with the influx of farm labor, the price of food will also rise.

These are all within the controllable range.

At this time, one thing will be discovered, that is, the mental outlook of many people has undergone earth-shaking changes in just over a month.

Originally lifeless, depressed life, can not see the future.

The current change is a positive change. Even the people working in the farmland seem to be more vigorous with each hoe.

This is still just the changes in the countryside and in the city, almost every few days is completely different.

With the spread of the Di Bao, the things that caused sensational news to the capital also continued to be staged throughout the country.

At an astonishing speed, it spread towards thirteen provinces.

Not only in the Ming Dynasty, but even abroad, those small countries that pay tribute, and even the grassland tribes began to read the news from the mansion newspaper.

Di Bao is not a new product in today's era, but after it becomes popular, it is almost the only source of information.

Coupled with the current status of Ming Dynasty, it is conceivable that all countries and all nobles will work hard to collect mansion newspapers.

The mansion newspaper with three Wen coins, after being sent overseas, can even reach a maximum of 30 taels of gold.

The profits in this are enough to drive ordinary businessmen crazy.

"This is too exaggerated."

Zhu Ying, who got the news, was a little confused.

In the early Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang stipulated that one tael of gold was equal to four taels of silver.

Over the past 20 years, because of the tribute trade, a large number of foreign ministers transported silver to Daming, and then exchanged it for gold and shipped it out, making today's gold roughly equal to eight taels of silver.

That is to say, the residence newspaper with three Wen coins can be exchanged for 240 taels of silver if the transportation distance is long enough.

One tael of silver is worth a thousand pennies.

The profits in this can be called terrifying, simply appalling.

As soon as she got the news, Zhu Ying went directly to the old man without any hesitation and told the story.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were straightened: "Da Sun, a mansion newspaper, 30 taels of gold, where is this fool."

Zhu Yuanzhang knew about the output of Dibao.

Hundreds of thousands of copies are printed every day, and this number is constantly rising.

Hearing this news, Zhu Yuanzhang dared not believe it at first, but he understood better that it is impossible for Dasun to lie to himself.

Zhu Ying smiled wryly and said, "Grandpa, my grandson never thought of such a thing. Those extra places would admire us, Daming so much."

"Presumably 30 taels of gold is just an exception, but generally speaking, the price won't be that low."

"Their news has been closed for a long time. Our Jingshi Mansion newspaper is still concerned with major events related to the rise and fall of the country. These news are worth a thousand dollars to some small countries on the edge of the border."

"Although it is indeed a bit exaggerated, it is just that we underestimated their eagerness to learn about the latest developments of Daming."

After Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a while, he asked Dasun, "What do Dasun think about this matter?"

He didn't believe that with such a huge benefit, Dasun would let him go.

Sure enough, Zhu Ying said without hesitation: "First of all, we must forcefully crack down on the sale of residence newspapers by peddlers."

"The main target is the border area. All merchants entering and leaving will be strictly searched. Once it happens, they must be severely punished."

Zhu Yuanzhang said: "For such a huge benefit, many people will definitely take risks and obtain huge profits. Besides, the report of this mansion is only a piece of paper, and it is too easy to hide."

Zhu Ying said with a smile: "Grandson understands that blows are not clean, but this is also to limit the number they carry each time."

"In this way, the price revealed by the mansion newspaper will only show an upward trend."

Seeing Dasun's smile, Zhu Yuanzhang already understood Dasun's thoughts.

This is obviously to take this opportunity to raise the price of the mansion newspaper.

When the number decreases, it means that the residence newspaper is more precious, and it can be sold at a good price from the outside.

Zhu Yuanzhang asked with a smile; "What price does the grandson plan to sell?"

Zhu Ying thought about it and said, "One tael of silver."

"Oh?" Zhu Yuanzhang was a little surprised, this was not in line with the eldest grandson's temperament.

Zhu Ying smiled and began to explain.

It turned out that when I saw this way of making money, I originally planned to sell it at a high price.

But soon Zhu Ying discovered that such a high price was tantamount to killing the chicken and taking the eggs, and it was difficult to maintain a long-term business.

I calculated the cost in my mind, transportation, at the price of one tael of silver, it is the most reasonable.

The most important thing is that Zhu Ying's goal is not just those big nobles and rich people.

Including some rich households and small nobles in small countries are also in his eyes.

The price of one tael of silver is also affordable for those who are a little richer. After knowing that Daming's information is so easy to sell for money, this wool must be squeezed.

Anyway, others are also cheating.

It is entirely possible to be bold and directly set up a liaison office in other small countries for the delivery of official newspapers.

As long as the quantity is controlled, among other things, at the current speed of transportation, it can be sold for ten or twenty years.

This is almost free money.

How fast is the newspaper published?

Now there is a publication every three days, and there are at least hundreds of new content in a year.

At this rate, the seemingly inconspicuous one tael of silver can actually bring in a hundred taels of silver every year.

Just one household.

In a small country, the gap between the rich and the poor is huge, and there are hundreds of sales targets to say the least.

There are so many countries around Daming, how many are there in the Western Regions alone?
The profit in this can only be described in two words, horror! ! !
One is not good, it can even compare to the full year income of Daming today.

Let the national treasury double directly.

After Zhu Yuanzhang heard the grandson's narration, he felt a little unbelievable, even false, dreamy, and exaggerated.

After a while, Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Then let's issue an edict directly."

Zhu Ying nodded heavily.

For the sale of the Dibao, who is the biggest gainer on the grassland?

That's right, it's Shanxi Merchants.

Through their own channels and relationships, they began to sell the Capital Mansion Newspaper to the nobles of various grassland tribes.

Even because of language communication, Chinese people who can read and write are sent to help recite.

It can be described as an extremely considerate service.

However, in just half a month, the business has become more and more prosperous, especially the huge profits here, which are equivalent to picking up for nothing.

On this day, Shanxi Border Pass.

"Master, master, it's not good, the young master led the team and was arrested."

A servant hurriedly shouted towards the yard.

This is the courtyard of the Hou family.

When the old man heard the words, he walked out a few steps, and grabbed the servant's collar: "Tell me, what's going on, how could Wen'er be arrested."

The servant said tremblingly: "Master, it's the new officials. They don't recognize our Hou family at all. The young master led the caravan to go there as usual, and they were just taken away."

Mr. Hou asked, "What charges did they arrest?"

The servant quickly replied: "It is said that it is not allowed to sell mansion newspapers to the outside world. There are many mansion newspapers on the young master's carriage, so he was arrested."

Mr. Hou's face was gloomy. He didn't expect the court's counterattack to come so quickly.

The guards on the Shanxi side were transferred to the Wa Kingdom in large numbers for conquest, and the new guards couldn't establish communication in a short period of time.

Because no one knows whether the chiefs of these guards have Jin Yiwei from the imperial court lurking among them.

Now the imperial court's attitude towards Shanxi merchants is very clear, and they are almost rushing to kill them all, so they have to be more careful when contacting them.

At least you have to find out the details.

Some information is not easy to inquire about. Although there are connections in the military, it takes time to go back and forth.

Now it seems that things may be difficult to handle.

"Let's go, get the carriage ready right away, the old man has to go to the county magistrate immediately."

Waiting for the old man to order.

It's not that he doesn't want to part with this son, after all, there are quite a lot of sons down there, and it's not unacceptable for one or two to die.

The key is to know the current situation and how the imperial court is going to conduct the review.

No matter how powerful a businessman is, no matter how much money he has, he still has no army he can directly control.

The Eight Shanxi Merchants are indeed powerful, but on the surface, a random guard can easily slaughter them all.

The reason why they are difficult to deal with now is mainly because of concealment, and the intricate relationship behind them.

Many former tribesmen, because of the arrangement of the imperial court, carried out large-scale emigration.

Also changed domicile.

Even if it was found out, it belonged to the land of Jin before, so there is nothing to worry about. The scope of the involvement is too wide, and the court cannot target the past one by one.

This time, he was a little passive in arresting people directly.

This is a small border town, and the entire small town has only seven or eight thousand households.

The Hou family, one of the Eight Great Families of Shanxi Merchants, and the real core members of the family are all hidden here.

It stands to reason that the sergeant in the city has been transferred, so it is unreasonable that the Patriarch of the waiting family here does not know about it.

After getting into the carriage, he hurried to the county magistrate's office.

"stop!"

Just halfway through the journey, the old man called to stop the carriage.

"Master, what are your orders?" The servant asked quickly.

The old man Hou looked at the somewhat cold truth ahead, and frowned.

There is no difference from usual here, but there is a feeling of palpitation in his heart.

After pondering for a while, he told the groom: "You continue to drive to the magistrate's office, and the old man will be there soon."

It is only a few hundred meters away from the government office, just go around two bends.

The groom didn't dare to ask any more questions, he just took it as a response.

"Drive slowly, don't go too fast."

"Good sir."

Seeing the carriage moving, the old man was ordering a man to follow quickly to check for movement.

It turned out that Mr. Hou's caution saved his life again.

At the turning corner, the man sent over seemed to have seen something, and waved his hands wildly, signaling danger.

"go!"

When the old man saw this, he left quickly without looking back.

And where he couldn't see, the groom had already fallen in a pool of blood.

Even the man who was following him died from several arrows in his body.

"Damn, let this old guy run away again."