Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 646 Dividends
On the 19st day of the twelfth lunar month in the 21th year of Chongzhen, Emperor Zhu Youjian, who had reigned for 20 years, died suddenly at the age of 36.

On the nineteenth day of the first month of the first year of Taishun, the No. 17 emperor of Ming Dynasty, Ming Sizong Zhu Youjian, was buried in Siling, the imperial mausoleum at the foot of Tianshou Mountain. Since then, Ming Dynasty entered the Taishun era.

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The suburbs of Beijing, Xishan Bieyuan.

I don't know if God is lamenting the early death of the late emperor or what, but there was a heavy snowfall in the capital yesterday, and the whole capital was covered in white.

In addition, every household in the capital hangs white flags at the door, so that looking from the west mountain to the city, the capital seems to be wearing sackcloth and filial piety for the late emperor.

Liu Hongjian has been standing on the edge of the snow-capped West Mountain cliff for a long time, and the courtyard where Uncle Chongzhen once lived in the West Mountain Villa has been empty all the time. Liu Hongjian has been depressed these days.

"Didi—Daddy—hug—" The two-year-old young master of the Wangfu walked crookedly towards Liu Hongjian under the protection of his maid Xiaobai.

Liu Aotian was wearing a purple green tiger fur hat and a blue brocade jacket, regardless of the slippery road on the top of the mountain, he just wanted to rush into his father's arms.

"Master, slow down, run slowly, oops—" Xiao Bai followed closely and wanted to hold Liu Aotian back, but before he could catch up with Xiao Aotian, his foot slipped and a dog gnawed on the mud.

Xiao Bai was terrified, and hurried forward to help the young master up while helping him pat the snowflakes on his body, while apologizing in a low voice.

"Wow - wow -" Xiao Aotian who ate a mouthful of snowflakes didn't care about this, he grinned aggrievedly and wanted to cry.

"Don't cry!" Liu Hongjian turned around and said seriously.

Liu Hongjian's expression was serious, and Liu Aotian was so frightened that he didn't dare to cry anymore, and stared at him blankly.

"Come here." Liu Hongjian did not step forward, but squatted on the ground and stretched out his hands in a hugging posture.

Xiaobai took Aotian's hand and handed it to his master.

"Does it hurt?" Liu Hongjian took out a handkerchief and wiped his son's face.

"It hurts." Xiao Aotian was very honest, tears of grievance were about to brew in his eyes again.

Because he is the eldest son, this little guy is spoiled in Anguo County Prince's Mansion, Sun Xiuxiu is so kind that he can't bear to beat and scold him, and Yang Xue even spoils Liu Aotian's two daughters so much that he doesn't care about them.

This little guy has learned to walk by himself, but he is too lazy to walk. He tosses the fat tiger at home every day, and riding the fat tiger for half an hour every day is already a compulsory course.

It's a pity that the giant Mongolian mastiff from the grassland, the proud dog of heaven that is not afraid of prairie wolves and Tartar soldiers, was actually ridden by a one or two-year-old child as a horse.

"My son, remember that it's useless to cry when you are bullied. Crying will only make people see your cowardice and incompetence. The best way is to fight back." Liu Hongjian pinched his son's face and didn't care. Whether the two-year-old son can understand, he taught himself a lesson.

No way, being a father for the first time, I have no experience.

He just understands that no matter whether the family is rich or poor, one cannot blindly pamper and pamper them when they have children, otherwise they will become a troublemaker in the future.

Since the three wives and the old man dote on the child, he must act as the strict father.

"Husband, Aotian is still young, how can I understand what you are talking about." Kunxing pulled Qiqige over and said.

After the death of Uncle Chongzhen, the Empress Dowager Zhou brought Zhaoren back to the palace. Liu Hongjian thought about the complicated environment in the palace, so he left the little loli in Xishan to make plans after the national funeral.

"It's so cold, why are you so weak?" Liu Hongjian handed his son to Xiaobai, grabbed Kunxing's little hand and let out a sigh.

"It's a bit stuffy in the room, and Xiao Jiu just came out to get some air." Kun Xing felt a little shy when his hands were clenched for no reason.

Chongzhen's death made her sad for a long time, but fortunately, the two elder sisters in the family were very concerned about her, and even her husband loved her in every possible way during these days, which made her feel that she was simply the luckiest princess of Ming Dynasty.

"Let's go, let's go home. I won't open the windows when I'm bored at home. It's better than going outside." After Liu Hongjian finished speaking, he took his wife and children and walked towards the door.

In the few days since Siling came back, Liu Hongjian asked Zhu Cihong for leave, and concentrated on staying in Xishan with his family. Fortunately, now that Daming is slowly getting on the right track, there are no major issues that he needs to solve in person.

The yard was cleaned inside and out, but as soon as Liu Hongjian stepped into the house, someone from his servants came to inform him, and the British Duke, Qian Guogong, and Uncle Chengyi came to visit together.

Liu Hongjian probably knew in his heart what these three people were looking for him for. It had been more than a year since Xishan Shanghe was established. With one prince and two dukes at the head, it could be said that there were no disadvantages in the north and south of Ming Dynasty.

As early as a few days ago, the British Duke Zhang Weixian had greeted him in advance, saying that he would report on last year's business accounts when Duke Qian arrived from Yunnan and Guizhou.

In the central hall, Zhang Weixian, Mu Tianbo, and Chengyi Bo sat on the right, and the Gu family and his son from Shanxi also rushed over and sat with Jiang Yongmin on the left, with a thick ledger placed beside each table.

Several people seemed to be in a good mood, they were chatting about business matters, and after a while, Liu Hongjian walked in, and they hurriedly got up to salute.

"Tell me, what was the profit last year?" After some polite words, Liu Hongjian got straight to the point.

Mu Tianbo winked at Zhang Weixian to let him speak.

"My lord, last year the workshops of Xishan Shanghe made a total profit of more than 920 million taels, of which the profit in the first half of the year was 420 million taels and the second half of the year was 500 million taels.

This is due to the large amount of daily necessities such as grain, rice, salt and vinegar that Xishan Commercial Cooperation collected a lot of manpower a few months ago, otherwise our Xishan Commercial Cooperation will be able to make a profit of at least 600 million taels in the second half of the year! "

Although Zhang Weixian's voice was steady, Liu Hongjian could still hear the excitement in his tone.

Last year, in order to deal with the gentry who resisted the imperial court's imposition of commercial taxes, Liu Hongjian had to use his resources to collect necessities from various places, and then sold them at almost a par price to the common people who could not buy food, rice, salt and vinegar.

"Oh, by the way, my lord, our profit is after paying the commercial tax. In the second half of the year, we paid more than 180 million taels of various taxes to the imperial court. I went to the household department in person that day, but Mr. Ni from the household department I am so happy that I can't close my mouth from ear to ear." Zhang Weixian felt a pain in his heart when he said this.

How good it was before, he never paid taxes in his business, and the officials who collected taxes never dared to come to his duke's mansion to make trouble.

He didn't know what the lord was thinking, it would be nice for everyone to make a fortune in silence, why should he ask the court several times to collect business taxes.

Not only did he hand over his hard-earned income to the household department, but he also personally went to the south of the Yangtze River to punish the merchants and gentry who resisted taxation. Isn't this thankless?
However, he is still very satisfied with the current situation, because even if the tax is paid, even if his Zhang family only accounts for half of Xishan Shanghe, it still earns more than the previous Zhang family's business.

He was just a little distressed.

"Okay, I know why everyone is here. Now that everyone is here, let's talk about the dividend."

PS: In ancient times, when a new emperor came to the throne, the second year was considered the first year, so Chongzhen actually reigned for 20 years.

　Thanks to the book friends who have won the throne and become immortals, little monsters love to eat, pick up lights and look at axes while drunk, Mu Linlin for the 100 taels, and thank the book friends UO for the 2000 taels.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)