Daming Jingtai: I am the eternal benevolent king
Chapter 269 Bian Yong, Records of the Ming Dynasty
Chapter 269 Bian Yong, Records of the Ming Dynasty
Emperor Annan became a drug addict.
The news spread like wildfire, rumors suddenly spread, and the new emperor's reputation was crumbling.
But Li Sicheng, who was in the palace, knew that this was the method of the powerful officials, but he couldn't control himself. He couldn't help but drink the medicine.
The dose of medicine given by the powerful minister was too large, and he slept for a long time after drinking it. When he woke up, he was dizzy, his mind was confused, he was very unclear, and he could hardly handle government affairs.
Ding Lie and Ruan Chi took over the power.
Even the imperial guards in the palace were replaced, and they began to contact and control the eunuchs, and tightly controlled Li Sicheng.
Ding Lie sought out Bian Yong several times for secret talks, but they ended up unhappy.
It rained continuously in Annan and the weather was hot and humid. As northerners, Bian Yong and Lu Gao were not used to it.
And the long rainy season makes people like them who have been busy all year round suddenly feel free, which makes them very uncomfortable.
And in the capital.
A young man embarked on the road to Annan with the Holy Emperor's secret decree.
The young man's name is Bian Yong, and he is Bian Yong's son.
Bian Yongben studied the classics diligently at his home in the capital and took part in the imperial examinations twice in a row.
This year he failed again and was ordered by the emperor to serve as a bodyguard in the palace.
During the day he was on duty in the palace, and at night he studied the scriptures.
He had a close friendship with Liu Jian, and he also wanted to study under Xue Xuan.
However, Xue Xuan disliked his poor qualifications and did not join the family.
But he was taught how to interpret the meaning of the scriptures, and his learning improved by leaps and bounds.
This time, the emperor granted him permission to go to Annan to deliver the decree.
In fact, he was asked to pass through Guangxi to visit Xue Xuan and see his biological father.
Of course, it was the rainy season in Annan, so he was not in a hurry to convey the message. Instead, he was asked to take a look at the scenery of the Ming Dynasty in the ninth year of Jingtai, experience the local customs and customs, and then report back.
Bian Yong is well-mannered and well-mannered.
The emperor liked him quite a bit when he served in front of the emperor.
Let him replace the emperor and go to the people to see the place.
Zhu Qiyu believed that he was trapped in the palace and could not go out on patrol, so he could not determine whether the place was as mentioned in the memorial.
So he sent young people from the palace to see the place and then reported to him.
Bian Yong set out from Beizhili and passed through Kaifeng without stopping the ship.
Heading to Hubei, the boat docked at Wuchang Mansion. He had another secret order in his hand, which he wanted to give to Nian Fu.
But Nian Fu was not in Wuchang Prefecture, but in Huangzhou Prefecture to suppress bandits.
He dismissed the waiting man and sat alone by the river.
Wuchang Mansion is the hub of Hubei, and Hubei is the hub of the world. The emperor built a huge city in the river and named it Wuhan.
Wuhan was named after Zhu Qiyu.
It comes from the three place names of Wuchang, Hanyang, and Jiangxia (Hankou), collectively called Wuhan, and this is where Wuhan comes from.
The construction of a huge trading city began last year and is still under busy construction.
On the other side of the river, Bian Yong rode a fast horse, greeted his entourage, went to a restaurant, sat by the window, and ordered the restaurant's signature dishes.
Because the river mouth is busy, business travelers gather in Wuhan. Restaurants on both sides of the river have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. You can eat special dishes from all over the world here.
Bian Yong is from Hejian Prefecture and the capital. He loves to eat Hejian cuisine.
So I chose a Hejian restaurant.
After taking a bite of the signature dish, Bian Yong nodded: "It tastes good, like the taste of hometown."
Business is booming and restaurant business is booming.
People who come and go doing business are making money from all over the world. They don't lack a bite to eat, and they even want to eat well.
After the boat docks at the shore, it is natural to find a signature restaurant to have a meal, and then find a Golan tiled house to relax.
Therefore, those who can enter the restaurant to eat are the top people.
Eat well, be meticulous, and be refined.
Therefore, these restaurants are all called authentic.
After a few days of being unauthentic, the business was gone, and the boss was despised by the locals.
Opening a restaurant these days is about inheritance, not quick money. Just cheat and leave. Making quick money doesn't work in Ming Dynasty. What you make is conscience money.
Bian Yong was drinking and eating, and looking out the window, he saw busy business travelers and ships sailing along the river and upstream in an orderly manner.
A young man, holding a box, walked among the trackers to sell. The trackers were joking with him, and some people were picking from his box.
There are many young people coming and going like this.
Most of them sell newspapers, candies, snacks, betel nuts, theater tickets and other items.
Theater tickets sell best.
The trackers were illiterate and couldn't read the newspaper, but everyone was curious and wanted to know what was written in the newspaper, so everyone raised funds to buy a copy and found someone who could read it for everyone.
There are all kinds of newspapers, and there are all kinds of newspapers.
But among trackers, lace newspapers sell best. These trackers are uneducated and only think about men and women.
There is also the matter of the court, which they are particularly interested in.
The Central Committee strictly prohibited colored newspapers. Colored newspapers were not allowed to be published. Those who published them would be exiled, and those who published them would be beheaded.
So light-color newspapers and lace newspapers were derived.
When the tracker is free, he likes to listen to gossip newspapers. When he gets off work, he goes to the theater.
The theater market is very chaotic.
There are storytellers who travel all over the country, there are people who sit down and talk about cross talk, there are theater troupes who travel all over the country, there are people who sing in the open air, and there are local theaters.
Various singing tunes, minor tunes, meaty tunes, hundreds of schools of thought contend, and a hundred flowers bloom.
There is essence and dross.
Some literati have begun to call for the standardization of singing and minor tunes.
Bian Yong called a tracker to ask questions.
The tracker was not afraid of high-ranking officials. This year, he saw many officials being put on boats and escorted to the north to guard the border.
"Sir, after you finish asking, can you give me some food and drinks on this table?" the tracker laughed.
Bian Yong didn't expect that the tracker was so courageous and didn't care about it: "Sure."
"Thank you sir."
The tracker looked at the wine and meat on the table and drooled: "Young master, please ask."
"How much money can you make in one day?"
When Bian Yong asked, the tracker's face suddenly changed, as if he was afraid that Bian Yong would steal his job.
The subordinate couldn't stand it any longer: "My young master is an angel sent by the Holy Spirit to deliver orders to Annan. He will not compete with you for work."
The tracker breathed a sigh of relief: "To tell you the truth, we trackers don't have much ability, we just have a lot of strength. In the past, it was difficult to support our families all year round."
"By the grace of the Emperor this year, business and travel have flourished, and we, the common people, have enough to eat."
"To be honest, sir, we trackers are not a gang of trackers, and I don't know who is on top. Anyway, we settle accounts every ten days, and we can earn one tael of silver in two months."
"Coupled with my family's land, our own mulberry trees in the yard, and my mother and daughter-in-law spinning cloth, they will definitely earn more than last year."
A smile appeared on the tracker's face.
Bian Yong didn't mind that he was verbose, but asked: "You only earn one tael of silver in two months?"
"Sir, of course I don't dare to compare the lives of little people with yours." The tracker looked at the food on the table and swallowed his saliva.
Just this table of food cost Bian Yong one or two taels of silver.
The tracker would never bear to eat such a meal.
"One tael of silver is already a lot. My wife and I are discussing having another baby." The tracker kept looking at the vegetables.
With half a tael of silver a month, Daming was already considered a high-income group at this time.
Five taels of silver is enough to feed and clothe a family of five for a year.
"You said last year was not good, how was the year before last?"
A new year in advance.
The tracker sighed: "Two of my children starved to death the year before last... If someone had told me the year before last that I could earn so much money, I wouldn't have believed it even to death."
The year before last was the seventh year of Jingtai.
At that time, Huguang was devastated and in a mess.
Only a year has passed, the refugees are still being resettled and the rebellion is gradually subdued, but Hubei is already thriving.
"It would be great if my two children could survive this."
The tracker sobbed and said, "I just don't know how long the good days will last."
Bian Yong felt his eyes sore. He had three children, three of whom died in infancy. He knew what it felt like for a child to die.
He poured a glass of wine for the tracker: "Come, let's drink this cup together."
The tracker wiped his tears and drank the wine in one gulp.
"The good days have just begun." Bian Yong said firmly.
The tracker was surprised, put down the wine cup, and asked the attendant next to him: "I know who the Holy One is, what does angel mean?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
The subordinate explained to him the meaning of the angel with a tigerish face.
The tracker knelt on the ground and said, "Can you see the emperor's grandpa?"
Bian Yong wanted to help him up.
"Please tell Grandpa Emperor not to take back our good days!" The tracker kept kowtowing.
"I will inform His Majesty."
Bian Yong asked him to get up and asked him why he said this?
"If the Holy Father had not removed the banknotes, how could trade prosper?" The trackers are not just focused on their work, they also have thoughts and hopes.
"His Majesty has removed the banknotes, but he will not levy business travel tax this year or next year."
Bian Yong wanted to tell him that the prosperity of Hubei was related to the massive construction of cities in the north. When the construction in the north stopped, it would naturally no longer be prosperous.
"As long as the emperor doesn't seal the river, the little people will have something to eat."
The tracker smiled and said, "Even if the river flourishes for two years, the little man can make enough money and have two babies."
"In two years, my son will be a tracker with me, and we will be able to earn two cents."
"My father no longer has to work hard in the fields, and my mother no longer has to spin cloth. My parents can enjoy their old age in peace, and I will fulfill my filial piety."
"In a few years, the second child will be able to help the family. After saving for two years, I will first marry the eldest brother, and the remaining money will be used as a dowry for the third child."
"These days are getting better day by day."
His smile is innocent but brilliant, and he is full of "beautiful" visions for the future.
But Bian Yong felt his heart heavy.
People are too easily satisfied.
The center did too little.
We are chatting.
Hu Lai reported that Governor Nian was back and asked him to come to the house to talk about it.
Bian Yong gave the wine and food to the trackers and rode a fast horse to the Governor's Mansion.
The Governor's Mansion is newly built in Jiangxia.
He rode quickly into the city and entered the governor's mansion.
The young man couldn't help but laugh as he looked at this ridiculously young envoy. The emperor liked to use young people to serve as heralds.
Normally, although heralds have no authority, they will dominate the place where they go. Afterwards, the emperor will place them in various ministries.
This led to the gradual emergence of the official position of herald in the court.
Zhu Qiyu, however, eliminated bad governance and instead used palace guards as heralds. These guards were all children of high-ranking officials, so naturally they looked down upon this official position that was fake and powerful.
The edict is delivered first, and then the edict is delivered.
Bian Yong saluted: "If you are a late scholar and have no progress, please see the governor of the year!"
"Bian Yong's son?"
After Nian Fu returned the gift, he squinted his eyes and looked at him: "He is quite impressive and has a lot of talent."
Bian Yong did not dare to make any mistakes. Not only was he rich and had a high official position, but he was also more qualified. He was a Jinshi in the Yongle Dynasty and was reused in the third year of Xuande.
But Bian Yong was an orthodox Jinshi for ten years, which was different from his seniority.
"I heard that you visited people's affairs."
Nian Fu looked majestic: "You might as well stay in Jiangxia for a few days and take a good look."
"Jiangxia is the administrative seat of Hubei and the most prosperous place in Hubei."
"If you want to see the suffering of the people, you can't just look at rich places, but go to poor places."
"It just so happens that the governor is going to Macheng, Huangzhou Prefecture. A group of refugees have just been resettled in Macheng. They are short of food and clothing. I just happen to go and take a look. It will be helpful to you."
Bian Yong was surprised and happy, and saluted respectfully: "Thank you, sir!"
Nianfu is here to remind him.
When telling the emperor about a place, you should not only talk about good things, but also some bad things, so that the emperor can see that he has not done enough.
Nian Fu looked slightly relaxed: "Get up."
He felt that Bian Yong was a talent that could be made.
If you are not a down-to-earth person, you will definitely not be willing to say something bad and anger the emperor. Only those who want to do real things will criticize the current shortcomings and find fault in the eggs.
When he was rich, he resettled the refugees in Huangzhou Prefecture.
Still suppressing bandits.
"You go to bed early tonight, and we'll set off at dawn tomorrow!" Nian Fu is dusty.
He is 63 years old.
But he doesn't look old at all, and he does things vigorously and resolutely.
As soon as it got dark, he washed up early. He slept very late last night. The secret music was painted with fire paint and no outsiders could read it.
When he is rich, he sets up a table and burns incense. He bows before reading.
After seeing His Majesty's sincere instructions, I also specifically told him to exempt Hubei from business tax, bring great governance to Hubei, and seize the business opportunities.
After reading it, Nianfu sighed, and wrote a long preface, explaining the situation in Hubei, the disadvantages, strategies, etc.
I wrote until late at night, but when I woke up the next morning, I felt refreshed.
Board the boat and return to Macheng.
Nian Fu spent the whole day on the boat reading.
In my spare time, I would give some pointers.
Bian Yong looked at Nian Fu, whose beard and hair were all white. He was already a highly respected minister, but he still insisted on studying. This persistence moved him.
Disembark in Macheng.
Bian Yong heard the sound of soldiers training.
Nian Fu, with a tense demeanor, got off the boat, mounted his horse like a general, and rode into Macheng.
It is different from Jiangxia where commerce is developed and thousands of sails are racing.
In Macheng, dark clouds were pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, creating a sad and lonely scene.
"Several groups of bandits led the refugees into the Dabie Mountains."
Nianfu was sitting in the government office. There was a map hanging on the government office. He said to Bian Yong, "I want to go deep into the Dabie Mountains to suppress the bandits. Are you willing to work with me?"
Bian Yong was taken aback: "Master Governor, I am going to Annan to deliver the order."
"It's the rainy season in Annan. If you go there, you can't get in. What's the point of going?"
"Besides, Annan is a small country, and your father will always be at your side, so it won't be able to make trouble."
Nian Fu said nonchalantly: "You can see me suppress the bandits, but this is just one time."
"It's up to you whether you want to go or not."
Bian Yong hesitated, Nian Fu really wanted to promote him.
It would also be a good thing if he fell into Nian Fu's vision and became his disciple.
Moreover, the emperor did not limit the time he could arrive in Annan, and even asked him to take a good look along the way.
"You are willing to follow the Governor to suppress the bandits!" Bian Yong saluted.
Nian Fu smiled evilly, as if he had taken the bait: "I will give you a question here. There are 17 bandit troops and [-] of our troops. How can we defeat the powerful enemy?"
Bian Yong was dumbfounded.
Thirty thousand against 17, is this still a small battle?Do you have any misunderstandings about war?
However, this is Nian Fu testing him.
He immediately organized his words: "I believe that there are three situations."
"First, if the bandit army is poorly armed, our army has excellent ordnance. As long as our army finds the bandit army, it will achieve a complete victory."
"Secondly, if the bandit army is short of food, they can seal off the main roads and make them disorderly."
"Thirdly, if the bandits have weapons and food, they can only ask the central government to increase their troops."
however.
This answer made Nian Fu dissatisfied.
"Sir, what did Hou Xue say wrong?" Bian Yong asked in a low voice.
"If you are the leader of the Ming army, you should stop attacking immediately, because it is impossible for 3 people to defeat 17 people. You cannot win under any circumstances."
Nian Fu asked a very practical question.
Not everyone is Huo Qubing!
There are many famous generals in the world, but there is only one Huo Qubing!
We must fight steadily, fight the battles we must win, and avoid the battles we must lose. We may not win, but we must not lose.
Even if you are defeated, you must preserve your strength as much as possible; when you win, you must weaken the enemy as much as possible.
This is a famous general.
It took hundreds of years for a chosen son like Bai Qi, Han Xin, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Li Jing, and Xu Da to appear!
Without such a peerless general, life would have to go on.
Bian Yong was also confused, so what was the meaning of this question?
"We are faced with this problem."
Nian Fu pointed to the Dabie Mountains and said: "There are 17 bandits in this mountain, plus 30 refugees abducted."
No wonder Hubei has gone from great chaos to great governance.
Because the bandits were driven into the Dabie Mountains.
Local governments are also cracking down on bandits, but there are no large groups of bandits left.
One after another from Guangxi, 12 wolf soldiers were resettled.
Nianfu has 3 people in his hands, guarding many passes in the Dabie Mountains to block the bandits in the Dabie Mountains.
"And the governor only has 3 people in his hands."
Nian Fu smiled bitterly: "Moreover, these 3 people don't know much Chinese, they don't know how to use firecrackers, and their equipment is not well-equipped."
How to fight this battle?
"Why didn't you ask the central government for troops?" Bian Yong asked in a low voice.
"Please, Your Majesty said to continue to mobilize troops from Guangxi."
Nianfu spread his hands: "But the Guangxi soldiers were all taken to Annan for dinner by Governor Fang. They are not in Guangxi. Annan coincides with the rainy season, so they can't be brought back."
"So, the problem is left to this governor."
Bian Yong clicked his tongue.
No wonder Nian Fu didn't let him go to Annan, because if he really couldn't go, he would only stop in Guangxi and look at Annan.
Nianfu is an all-round talent. He has no shortcomings, which has become his biggest weakness. He can fight, but he cannot win such a decisive game.
He is different from Han Yong. Han Yong's strength is fighting and he is a commander-in-chief.
Nian Fu is excellent at everything he does, but comparatively speaking, he is not excellent at anything.
"Sir, there is nothing you can do if you are a late learner."
This issue is too big for Bian Yong.
Bian Yong was just handsome and had a father who was sent to Annan as envoy, but his actual level was that of an ordinary Jinshi, not up to the level of Han Yong and Wang Yue.
In terms of bravery, he is far inferior to Ou Xin and Tao Cheng.
Being sent by the emperor was just for training. He was still young and was being trained to grow up.
"You are sincere."
Nianfu stroked his beard and smiled: "The Dabie Mountains are the junction of three provinces. These bandits are not bandits from Hubei Province."
"The bandits from Henan and Nanzhili are also heading into the Dabie Mountains."
"That's why there are more than [-] people gathered in this Dabie Mountain."
"However, there are only a few thousand people in Henan, blocking Jiuli Pass, Doumuling Pass, and Yinshan Pass."
"The general soldiers of the five prefectures in Nanzhi are still suppressing bandits locally and have no time to take care of the Dabie Mountains."
"The pressure is on the Governor's shoulders."
"They can only guarantee that bandits will not flow into Henan and South Zhili."
This is a super difficult problem before Nian Fu.
We could have mobilized 30 wolf soldiers from Guangxi and marched directly into the Dabie Mountains.
But Guangxi Wolf Soldiers are not in Guangxi. "Sir, can you block the Dabie Mountains for a year and a half? The bandits will naturally starve to death." Bian Yong had an idea.
"Hunger cannot stop anyone."
Nian Fu did not elaborate.
The Ming army has been blocking the Dabie Mountains for nearly two months, but they are living happily inside.
It means that someone is smuggling food inside.
This method doesn't work.
Bian Yong is at his wits end.
"Bian Yong, I would like you to go to the General Military Mansion of the Five Prefectures and ask Lord Ou Xin to help me suppress the bandits." Nian Fu wanted to ask Ou Xin for help.
The reason for choosing Bian Yong.
It was because Bian Yong was a noble man and followed the path of Wang Cheng.
Since Wang Cheng was the commander-in-chief of the five-prefecture general military office, Bian Yong would be more effective than writing a letter to him in person.
This was also the reason why he looked at Bian Yong high.
Don't think that anyone in the Fengtian Palace can catch the emperor's eye.
Bian Yongneng once became famous, but he paid a lot behind the scenes.
1 minutes on stage, ten years off stage.
There are many talented people in the court who can serve as envoys. Why do you think you are so noble?Just because I have been to Champa State once, is it different?
To put it bluntly, it was Bian Yong who took the path of an eunuch, and Wang Cheng used it to make Bian Yong fall into the emperor's eyes.
Li Xian accidentally mentioned this matter in his letter to Nian Fu.
Nian Fu and Li Xian became good friends.
"My fellow students would like to go to Nanzhili!" Bian Yong couldn't refuse.
Stayed one night in Macheng.
Early the next morning, we transferred to Nanzhili.
He also wrote a letter of apology and submitted it to the palace.
Leaving Hubei, the number of merchant ships on the road has not decreased, but has increased.
South Zhili is the most prosperous place in the world.
When docking, Bian Yong invited the boss of the ship to come over and ask.
"Sir, you don't know something. Nowadays, Guangxi's trade routes are developed."
"But when returning from the north, the ship cannot be empty, and the northern specialties cannot be sold when transported to Guangxi."
"This southern Zhili is the richest place in the world."
"Everything can be sold."
"So, the ships coming back from the north will turn around and come to South Zhili, dumping the goods from the north in South Zhili."
The boss of the ship knows better.
We also know that the boat coming back from the north only earns the cost, and the trip is almost in vain.
As a result, the price of goods from the North becomes lower in the South.
It also becomes easier to take action.
"Do all the ships coming back from the north go to South Zhili?" Bian Yong asked.
"That's impossible. No matter how prosperous Nanzhili is, it can't digest so many things."
The boss of the ship replied: "There is another way, which is to Guangzhou. There are Xiyi over there in Guangzhou. I have never seen anything good in Xiyi. If you want something, the price given is still high."
"In addition to these two roads, there is another road to Sichuan."
"But I don't know what's going on over there."
Ships coming back from the north basically take three routes: South Zhili, Guangzhou and Sichuan.
"Do you own this ship?" Bian Yong asked instead.
"The little old man bought it himself."
The boss of the boat smiled: "I have been a boatman for half my life. When I got old, I gritted my teeth and spent all my savings to buy this boat."
You can tell by his smile that his livelihood is good.
"Thanks to the emperor's grandfather, the banknote barrier has been lifted, so we little people can have something to eat."
The eunuchs in Chaoguan often treat wealthy families with high status, and for those who do small business and have no backers, they will go to death to collect money.
Just talking.
There was a father and daughter who were performing arts. They stood on the shore to pay their respects. They wanted to get on the boat and sing a song, and the rewards they earned would be divided equally.
"I'm sorry, the wind direction is about to change, and our ship is leaving." The boss of the ship reluctantly refused.
Earning money from busking is also the main part of his income.
The father and daughter cupped their hands and went to ask other boat owners.
But Bian Yong stopped them: "Sir, what kind of ditty can you sing?"
"My lord, I dare not call you sir."
The father cupped his hands and said, "I just learned a new tune from the capital. My daughter has a good voice and is famous far and wide."
As soon as he heard it was a new tune, someone poked his head out from the cabin and said, "Boss of the ship, let him come up and sing a section, and then leave after singing a section."
Many people in the cabin were itching. Jiaofangsi often came up with new songs and published them in newspapers, but the words could be seen but the sound could not be heard.
"Everyone, the wind direction has changed. If we don't send the boat, we won't be able to reach Yingshan tonight."
The ship owner also wants to make money, but he can't make fun of safety.
It is very unsafe to sail at night.
"Otherwise, you can follow me on board the ship and return tomorrow." Someone offered advice.
The father and daughter were a little hesitant.
They sang operas on the docked boats and could collect a lot of reward money in a day.
If you follow a ship and get tired of waiting for the guests, how can you get a reward?
Besides, there are opera boats on the river.
They broke the rules by going on the boat to sing opera.
Bian Yong saw it interestingly, took out a few copper coins from his money bag and threw it on the shore: "Sir, just sing a song and let us hear something new."
Someone followed and threw coins upward.
When the father and daughter saw the money, they looked at each other and shouted.
It was sung as Huo Qubing defeated the Xiongnu.
This is an unpopular show, and the singing style is not fixed. There are all kinds of sounds, and you can change it as you want.
The hottest thing right now is the Three Kingdoms.
But it's hot, and the business travelers who pass by are tired of hearing it. There are actors singing on every shore and pier, and they're tired of hearing it.
Bian Yong listened with interest, and a young master came out of the cabin: "Sir, I heard that your accent is from the capital. Do you think it is authentic or not?"
This guy is a fan at first glance.
"It does have that flavor." Bian Yong said with a smile.
"Then you'll be rewarded!"
The young master took out a small piece of silver and threw it on the shore: "Good singing, reward."
The situation is bad.
Bian Yong smiled and said nothing.
The boat set sail and walked along the Xishui River. After passing the Yingshan Mountains, it entered the southern Zhili area.
We actually came across a theater boat on the way.
The young master wanted to invite the opera boat to come over to perform opera, but the boat boss refused.
"You're so boring. You're just listening to an opera. It's not too late to leave after listening." Young Master babbled.
The captain of the ship bowed and said that he could not miss the time.
In fact, if the opera boat is allowed to dock, the boat owner will receive a reward.
He didn't want to walk at night because he was worried that it would be unsafe to touch the rocks. He had been walking on the water since he was a child and was not afraid of water. But the guest officer on the ship was different.
There are rules for doing a line of work.
Earn the money you should earn, and don't take any money you shouldn't earn.
The sun sets in the west and the sunset is brilliant.
Disembark at Yingshan.
Bian Yong joined the inn, which was converted from an official store in the original delivery system.
Although he was on official business, he paid for it out of his own pocket.
The travel allowance is a fixed amount. He is on an imperial mission and can probably subsidize about four taels of silver.
The Bian family is a wealthy family, so they don't need this little money.
He chose a medium-sized room at a reasonable price.
The waiter was attentive, and although the food was not delicious, it was not unpleasant.
"It's really very different from before."
Bian Yong lived in Guandian.
The first time he stayed in a government store was after his father passed the imperial examination. On the way from his hometown of Hejian to the capital, the family took the post road and stayed in a government store.
That attitude is so bad, the dog really won't even eat the food.
It's obviously meat, a good thing, but it tastes so good that dogs shake their heads just looking at it.
The waiter is a waiter who works part-time as a waiter, and he is very talkative. Normally, when you order a pot of hot water, you have to ask them for help.
At that time, his mother was pregnant with her sister and could not drink hot water in the official store. His father Bian Yong was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.
This is true for officials, but what about the people?
After he grew up, he also stayed in official hotels several times, and he only had one impression: Poor!very bad!
Of course, if you are accompanied by a local chief officer, your attitude will be completely different. Pu Bing is so enthusiastic that he can wipe your butt for you.
And now.
But he lived very comfortably, the waiter had a smiling face, the mattress was clean, and it was quiet outside the house. The waiter handled it gently while walking in the corridor.
While the waiter was delivering hot water, he chatted with the waiter.
"You don't know, the young one turned out to be a waiter in a teahouse."
"This inn is contracted by our big shopkeeper."
"I'll just send the young one here to serve all the distinguished guests."
"The younger one will get three cents of silver every month. If the inn's business is good, the younger one will get extra rewards. At the end of each month, he can earn five or six cents of silver."
"When the month is good, you can make more than one or two."
The waiter beamed with joy: "Of course, all the guests are my lords. If you serve the guests well, the guests will feel comfortable, and the wallet will be full."
"Sir, please tell me if you need anything."
As he said that, he made a gesture to go out.
Bian Yong heard this interestingly and asked with a smile: "Then where did the former soldiers go?"
"Young master, you don't know something."
The waiter is a chatterbox: "Pu Bing turns out to be a military household, and he eats the royal food."
"But after the reform of the Imperial Post Office, these soldiers will either become real soldiers or go home and farm."
"Pu Bing doesn't have the materials to be a soldier, so they all go back to farming."
"They are like an uncle and have to be served. How can they do this kind of service? Don't you think so?"
Bian Yong thinks this makes sense.
Serving people is a job that is condescending and cannot be done by ordinary people.
"What about the former cook?" Bian Yong asked again.
"Sir, are you an official figure?"
The waiter has a pair of fiery eyes. Bian Yong always asks these questions, which shows that he has resentment in his heart. Ordinary people cannot live in this official store.
"Not really. I have lived with the tribe a few times." Bian Yong said perfunctorily.
The waiter chuckled and said, "Who are those cooks? You don't know something. The water in this post office is deep."
Bian Yong asked him to talk carefully.
"It's different now, even the young ones dare to say it."
The waiter whispered: "Let's just say that the cook in our official store is a relative of the concubine of the lord in the Yamen."
"I used to dig out shit."
"No, my relative has become a noble person and was taken as a concubine by the adults, so I took him and ran to the official store to work as a cook."
"If you follow the original rules, if you do it for a lifetime, who cares whether the food is delicious or not? It is serious business if you can put money in your pocket."
The waiter sneered and said: "Now, those adults can't protect themselves. Who would care about a bullshit relative? I heard they went back to dig out shit again."
Bian Yong felt a little nauseous.
In fact, it is the same everywhere. This kind of job of ensuring harvests during droughts and floods is out of the ordinary people's turn, and because they are not interested in it, they can only help their poor relatives.
When a small person suddenly becomes rich, he naturally becomes domineering and prosperous.
It's a lifelong job. If you do well, you won't be promoted, and if you do poorly, you won't be laid off. It's strange to be motivated.
"But it's different now."
"This is a place where business is done. Whether there are people to live in or not to eat depends entirely on your ability to make a living."
"No one can stop us."
"The emperor has issued an imperial edict. The emperor encourages people to engage in business and work. Who dares not to listen to the emperor's edict?"
Bian Yong could tell that the waiter thought life was good now.
"Little Second!"
He still wanted to ask, but a customer called out from another room. The waiter responded, bowed and said sorry, and left the side room.
the next morning.
The retinue rented some horses, and Bian Yong got on them and went to the next dock.
From Yingshan, you have to walk a long way to get to the next pier and take the boat to Hefei.
Along the way, he saw many troops escorting some prisoners onto the ship, and there were also troops clearing out bandits in the mountains.
But I didn’t see the soldiers invading the travelers.
Travelers seem to be a common sight.
These days, most of them are businessmen traveling in other places. They travel to various places. They know that the whole country is cracking down on bandits, so they are not surprised.
But these soldiers did not disturb the people or rob, which Bian Yong found strange.
Soldiers these days are just bandits, and bandits are not as harmful as soldiers.
He asked someone.
"Sir, you don't know something."
A local merchant, driving a carriage team, chatted with Bian Yong while walking: "The imperial court has newly established a general soldier of the five prefectures to take charge of the five prefectures."
"Most of the soldiers in these five prefectures are from Guangxi."
"They don't speak Chinese."
"The general in charge of them is General Ou Xin'ou, who has made great achievements in Guangxi."
"General Ou has issued a strict order to kill anyone who disturbs the people."
"The emperor's decree states that in the suppression of bandits among the people, merit will not be recorded with heads, so there is no need for these soldiers to harm the people."
indeed.
Recording merit by head is one of the reasons for killing people.
Bian Yong asked: "For business travelers like you and me, the packages are full of money, so they are not interested?"
"Young master, you don't know that these wolf soldiers are rich."
The merchant said: "Have you seen these goods on our carriage? They are the main buyers. We local merchants rely on others to support us."
"You are a foreigner, so it's normal that you don't know."
"These people are all meritorious people, and the court has rewarded them with a lot of money."
"I married a wife and settled in Nanzhili. The military gave me the bride price, and I was given land to build a house. I didn't have to spend a penny."
"Military pay is also paid exactly."
"I heard that it is not issued by local officials, but by officials from the central government. What is issued are all banknotes! Take the banknotes and go directly to the counter to withdraw them!"
"If we talk about being rich, who can be as rich as them?"
"Can they like our products?"
The merchant was somewhat envious and jealous.
I didn't realize it before, but being a soldier has become an enviable profession.
Bian Yong disagreed: "Even with these rewards, how much money can you get? Are there other ways to get money?"
"Don't dare to talk nonsense!"
The merchant kept his secrets secretly: "Sir, be careful of trouble coming from your mouth."
Really!
Bian Yong was the emperor's confidant. He traveled around the world and reported to the emperor when he returned.
"Brother, I just like to find interesting things. You just say it, and I just listen. It goes in one ear and out the other, and no one knows."
With that said, Bian Yong threw a brown paper bag into the car.
It's beef in sauce.
The merchant was so greedy that he wanted to give Bian Yong back, but he couldn't bear it.
"That's it!"
"Just think I'm talking nonsense!"
He said: "This wolf soldier is extremely powerful. In less than two months after arriving in South Zhili, he raided more than 100 villages and captured nearly 10 bandits."
"These bandits are robbing homes and houses and making waves."
"Hehe, none of them are like the characters in Water Margin. They are all afraid of the rich and the poor!"
"Which of their villages is not rich in wealth?"
He dared not go on.
In other words, the treasures in the village were corrupted.
this is normal phenomenon.
Since drinking the blood of soldiers, almost all generals have done this, and the central government has turned a blind eye.
But that doesn't mean the emperor is happy with this.
"It's over?" Bian Yong saw that he didn't speak for a long time.
"It's over!"
The merchant put the meat buns into his arms. He couldn't bear to eat them, so he took them home to his wife and children.
Bian Yong felt that he had lost a bag of meat and asked Lonely.
"Brother, how are your days going?" Bian Yong asked.
"Is there any need to ask?"
The businessman beamed: "This year is the most comfortable year I have ever had in my life. Making money is much easier than before."
He turned back and pointed at the goods of these dozen carriages: "Look at these goods, I brought them in from Yingshan."
Ships returning from the north will also unload their cargo at Yingshan.
Because after unloading goods from Yingshan, you can go south along the river without having to turn around and go to Zhili.
The cost saved will also be cheaper for the merchants who come here to pick up the goods.
"Businessmen have an easy life, but farmers may not have a good life." Bian Yong frowned.
The Ming Dynasty has always focused on agriculture and suppressed commerce.
And His Majesty's rash business development will not affect agriculture.
Arrived at the dock.
When he was docking at the dock, he saw farmers carrying burdens to sell melons and fruits.
Bian Yong bought two watermelons, cut a piece and handed it to the farmer.
The farmer swallowed his saliva and did not dare to accept it. He felt ashamed.
"Old sir, this is for you."
Bian Yong asked him to sit down.
"I don't dare to call you sir, just call me old man. Thank you for your melons." The old farmer bowed and sat on the ground.
Bian Yong was also sitting on the ground, eating watermelon.
Although farmers have been growing watermelons all their lives, they only get very few of them.
The last time I ate watermelon, I couldn't sell it. When the watermelon was about to go bad, I had to eat it.
At that time, he did not taste the sweetness, but instead tasted the bitterness and tears.
He took a bite, and the juice was sweet. It turned out that watermelon is really sweet.
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Emperor Annan became a drug addict.
The news spread like wildfire, rumors suddenly spread, and the new emperor's reputation was crumbling.
But Li Sicheng, who was in the palace, knew that this was the method of the powerful officials, but he couldn't control himself. He couldn't help but drink the medicine.
The dose of medicine given by the powerful minister was too large, and he slept for a long time after drinking it. When he woke up, he was dizzy, his mind was confused, he was very unclear, and he could hardly handle government affairs.
Ding Lie and Ruan Chi took over the power.
Even the imperial guards in the palace were replaced, and they began to contact and control the eunuchs, and tightly controlled Li Sicheng.
Ding Lie sought out Bian Yong several times for secret talks, but they ended up unhappy.
It rained continuously in Annan and the weather was hot and humid. As northerners, Bian Yong and Lu Gao were not used to it.
And the long rainy season makes people like them who have been busy all year round suddenly feel free, which makes them very uncomfortable.
And in the capital.
A young man embarked on the road to Annan with the Holy Emperor's secret decree.
The young man's name is Bian Yong, and he is Bian Yong's son.
Bian Yongben studied the classics diligently at his home in the capital and took part in the imperial examinations twice in a row.
This year he failed again and was ordered by the emperor to serve as a bodyguard in the palace.
During the day he was on duty in the palace, and at night he studied the scriptures.
He had a close friendship with Liu Jian, and he also wanted to study under Xue Xuan.
However, Xue Xuan disliked his poor qualifications and did not join the family.
But he was taught how to interpret the meaning of the scriptures, and his learning improved by leaps and bounds.
This time, the emperor granted him permission to go to Annan to deliver the decree.
In fact, he was asked to pass through Guangxi to visit Xue Xuan and see his biological father.
Of course, it was the rainy season in Annan, so he was not in a hurry to convey the message. Instead, he was asked to take a look at the scenery of the Ming Dynasty in the ninth year of Jingtai, experience the local customs and customs, and then report back.
Bian Yong is well-mannered and well-mannered.
The emperor liked him quite a bit when he served in front of the emperor.
Let him replace the emperor and go to the people to see the place.
Zhu Qiyu believed that he was trapped in the palace and could not go out on patrol, so he could not determine whether the place was as mentioned in the memorial.
So he sent young people from the palace to see the place and then reported to him.
Bian Yong set out from Beizhili and passed through Kaifeng without stopping the ship.
Heading to Hubei, the boat docked at Wuchang Mansion. He had another secret order in his hand, which he wanted to give to Nian Fu.
But Nian Fu was not in Wuchang Prefecture, but in Huangzhou Prefecture to suppress bandits.
He dismissed the waiting man and sat alone by the river.
Wuchang Mansion is the hub of Hubei, and Hubei is the hub of the world. The emperor built a huge city in the river and named it Wuhan.
Wuhan was named after Zhu Qiyu.
It comes from the three place names of Wuchang, Hanyang, and Jiangxia (Hankou), collectively called Wuhan, and this is where Wuhan comes from.
The construction of a huge trading city began last year and is still under busy construction.
On the other side of the river, Bian Yong rode a fast horse, greeted his entourage, went to a restaurant, sat by the window, and ordered the restaurant's signature dishes.
Because the river mouth is busy, business travelers gather in Wuhan. Restaurants on both sides of the river have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. You can eat special dishes from all over the world here.
Bian Yong is from Hejian Prefecture and the capital. He loves to eat Hejian cuisine.
So I chose a Hejian restaurant.
After taking a bite of the signature dish, Bian Yong nodded: "It tastes good, like the taste of hometown."
Business is booming and restaurant business is booming.
People who come and go doing business are making money from all over the world. They don't lack a bite to eat, and they even want to eat well.
After the boat docks at the shore, it is natural to find a signature restaurant to have a meal, and then find a Golan tiled house to relax.
Therefore, those who can enter the restaurant to eat are the top people.
Eat well, be meticulous, and be refined.
Therefore, these restaurants are all called authentic.
After a few days of being unauthentic, the business was gone, and the boss was despised by the locals.
Opening a restaurant these days is about inheritance, not quick money. Just cheat and leave. Making quick money doesn't work in Ming Dynasty. What you make is conscience money.
Bian Yong was drinking and eating, and looking out the window, he saw busy business travelers and ships sailing along the river and upstream in an orderly manner.
A young man, holding a box, walked among the trackers to sell. The trackers were joking with him, and some people were picking from his box.
There are many young people coming and going like this.
Most of them sell newspapers, candies, snacks, betel nuts, theater tickets and other items.
Theater tickets sell best.
The trackers were illiterate and couldn't read the newspaper, but everyone was curious and wanted to know what was written in the newspaper, so everyone raised funds to buy a copy and found someone who could read it for everyone.
There are all kinds of newspapers, and there are all kinds of newspapers.
But among trackers, lace newspapers sell best. These trackers are uneducated and only think about men and women.
There is also the matter of the court, which they are particularly interested in.
The Central Committee strictly prohibited colored newspapers. Colored newspapers were not allowed to be published. Those who published them would be exiled, and those who published them would be beheaded.
So light-color newspapers and lace newspapers were derived.
When the tracker is free, he likes to listen to gossip newspapers. When he gets off work, he goes to the theater.
The theater market is very chaotic.
There are storytellers who travel all over the country, there are people who sit down and talk about cross talk, there are theater troupes who travel all over the country, there are people who sing in the open air, and there are local theaters.
Various singing tunes, minor tunes, meaty tunes, hundreds of schools of thought contend, and a hundred flowers bloom.
There is essence and dross.
Some literati have begun to call for the standardization of singing and minor tunes.
Bian Yong called a tracker to ask questions.
The tracker was not afraid of high-ranking officials. This year, he saw many officials being put on boats and escorted to the north to guard the border.
"Sir, after you finish asking, can you give me some food and drinks on this table?" the tracker laughed.
Bian Yong didn't expect that the tracker was so courageous and didn't care about it: "Sure."
"Thank you sir."
The tracker looked at the wine and meat on the table and drooled: "Young master, please ask."
"How much money can you make in one day?"
When Bian Yong asked, the tracker's face suddenly changed, as if he was afraid that Bian Yong would steal his job.
The subordinate couldn't stand it any longer: "My young master is an angel sent by the Holy Spirit to deliver orders to Annan. He will not compete with you for work."
The tracker breathed a sigh of relief: "To tell you the truth, we trackers don't have much ability, we just have a lot of strength. In the past, it was difficult to support our families all year round."
"By the grace of the Emperor this year, business and travel have flourished, and we, the common people, have enough to eat."
"To be honest, sir, we trackers are not a gang of trackers, and I don't know who is on top. Anyway, we settle accounts every ten days, and we can earn one tael of silver in two months."
"Coupled with my family's land, our own mulberry trees in the yard, and my mother and daughter-in-law spinning cloth, they will definitely earn more than last year."
A smile appeared on the tracker's face.
Bian Yong didn't mind that he was verbose, but asked: "You only earn one tael of silver in two months?"
"Sir, of course I don't dare to compare the lives of little people with yours." The tracker looked at the food on the table and swallowed his saliva.
Just this table of food cost Bian Yong one or two taels of silver.
The tracker would never bear to eat such a meal.
"One tael of silver is already a lot. My wife and I are discussing having another baby." The tracker kept looking at the vegetables.
With half a tael of silver a month, Daming was already considered a high-income group at this time.
Five taels of silver is enough to feed and clothe a family of five for a year.
"You said last year was not good, how was the year before last?"
A new year in advance.
The tracker sighed: "Two of my children starved to death the year before last... If someone had told me the year before last that I could earn so much money, I wouldn't have believed it even to death."
The year before last was the seventh year of Jingtai.
At that time, Huguang was devastated and in a mess.
Only a year has passed, the refugees are still being resettled and the rebellion is gradually subdued, but Hubei is already thriving.
"It would be great if my two children could survive this."
The tracker sobbed and said, "I just don't know how long the good days will last."
Bian Yong felt his eyes sore. He had three children, three of whom died in infancy. He knew what it felt like for a child to die.
He poured a glass of wine for the tracker: "Come, let's drink this cup together."
The tracker wiped his tears and drank the wine in one gulp.
"The good days have just begun." Bian Yong said firmly.
The tracker was surprised, put down the wine cup, and asked the attendant next to him: "I know who the Holy One is, what does angel mean?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
The subordinate explained to him the meaning of the angel with a tigerish face.
The tracker knelt on the ground and said, "Can you see the emperor's grandpa?"
Bian Yong wanted to help him up.
"Please tell Grandpa Emperor not to take back our good days!" The tracker kept kowtowing.
"I will inform His Majesty."
Bian Yong asked him to get up and asked him why he said this?
"If the Holy Father had not removed the banknotes, how could trade prosper?" The trackers are not just focused on their work, they also have thoughts and hopes.
"His Majesty has removed the banknotes, but he will not levy business travel tax this year or next year."
Bian Yong wanted to tell him that the prosperity of Hubei was related to the massive construction of cities in the north. When the construction in the north stopped, it would naturally no longer be prosperous.
"As long as the emperor doesn't seal the river, the little people will have something to eat."
The tracker smiled and said, "Even if the river flourishes for two years, the little man can make enough money and have two babies."
"In two years, my son will be a tracker with me, and we will be able to earn two cents."
"My father no longer has to work hard in the fields, and my mother no longer has to spin cloth. My parents can enjoy their old age in peace, and I will fulfill my filial piety."
"In a few years, the second child will be able to help the family. After saving for two years, I will first marry the eldest brother, and the remaining money will be used as a dowry for the third child."
"These days are getting better day by day."
His smile is innocent but brilliant, and he is full of "beautiful" visions for the future.
But Bian Yong felt his heart heavy.
People are too easily satisfied.
The center did too little.
We are chatting.
Hu Lai reported that Governor Nian was back and asked him to come to the house to talk about it.
Bian Yong gave the wine and food to the trackers and rode a fast horse to the Governor's Mansion.
The Governor's Mansion is newly built in Jiangxia.
He rode quickly into the city and entered the governor's mansion.
The young man couldn't help but laugh as he looked at this ridiculously young envoy. The emperor liked to use young people to serve as heralds.
Normally, although heralds have no authority, they will dominate the place where they go. Afterwards, the emperor will place them in various ministries.
This led to the gradual emergence of the official position of herald in the court.
Zhu Qiyu, however, eliminated bad governance and instead used palace guards as heralds. These guards were all children of high-ranking officials, so naturally they looked down upon this official position that was fake and powerful.
The edict is delivered first, and then the edict is delivered.
Bian Yong saluted: "If you are a late scholar and have no progress, please see the governor of the year!"
"Bian Yong's son?"
After Nian Fu returned the gift, he squinted his eyes and looked at him: "He is quite impressive and has a lot of talent."
Bian Yong did not dare to make any mistakes. Not only was he rich and had a high official position, but he was also more qualified. He was a Jinshi in the Yongle Dynasty and was reused in the third year of Xuande.
But Bian Yong was an orthodox Jinshi for ten years, which was different from his seniority.
"I heard that you visited people's affairs."
Nian Fu looked majestic: "You might as well stay in Jiangxia for a few days and take a good look."
"Jiangxia is the administrative seat of Hubei and the most prosperous place in Hubei."
"If you want to see the suffering of the people, you can't just look at rich places, but go to poor places."
"It just so happens that the governor is going to Macheng, Huangzhou Prefecture. A group of refugees have just been resettled in Macheng. They are short of food and clothing. I just happen to go and take a look. It will be helpful to you."
Bian Yong was surprised and happy, and saluted respectfully: "Thank you, sir!"
Nianfu is here to remind him.
When telling the emperor about a place, you should not only talk about good things, but also some bad things, so that the emperor can see that he has not done enough.
Nian Fu looked slightly relaxed: "Get up."
He felt that Bian Yong was a talent that could be made.
If you are not a down-to-earth person, you will definitely not be willing to say something bad and anger the emperor. Only those who want to do real things will criticize the current shortcomings and find fault in the eggs.
When he was rich, he resettled the refugees in Huangzhou Prefecture.
Still suppressing bandits.
"You go to bed early tonight, and we'll set off at dawn tomorrow!" Nian Fu is dusty.
He is 63 years old.
But he doesn't look old at all, and he does things vigorously and resolutely.
As soon as it got dark, he washed up early. He slept very late last night. The secret music was painted with fire paint and no outsiders could read it.
When he is rich, he sets up a table and burns incense. He bows before reading.
After seeing His Majesty's sincere instructions, I also specifically told him to exempt Hubei from business tax, bring great governance to Hubei, and seize the business opportunities.
After reading it, Nianfu sighed, and wrote a long preface, explaining the situation in Hubei, the disadvantages, strategies, etc.
I wrote until late at night, but when I woke up the next morning, I felt refreshed.
Board the boat and return to Macheng.
Nian Fu spent the whole day on the boat reading.
In my spare time, I would give some pointers.
Bian Yong looked at Nian Fu, whose beard and hair were all white. He was already a highly respected minister, but he still insisted on studying. This persistence moved him.
Disembark in Macheng.
Bian Yong heard the sound of soldiers training.
Nian Fu, with a tense demeanor, got off the boat, mounted his horse like a general, and rode into Macheng.
It is different from Jiangxia where commerce is developed and thousands of sails are racing.
In Macheng, dark clouds were pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, creating a sad and lonely scene.
"Several groups of bandits led the refugees into the Dabie Mountains."
Nianfu was sitting in the government office. There was a map hanging on the government office. He said to Bian Yong, "I want to go deep into the Dabie Mountains to suppress the bandits. Are you willing to work with me?"
Bian Yong was taken aback: "Master Governor, I am going to Annan to deliver the order."
"It's the rainy season in Annan. If you go there, you can't get in. What's the point of going?"
"Besides, Annan is a small country, and your father will always be at your side, so it won't be able to make trouble."
Nian Fu said nonchalantly: "You can see me suppress the bandits, but this is just one time."
"It's up to you whether you want to go or not."
Bian Yong hesitated, Nian Fu really wanted to promote him.
It would also be a good thing if he fell into Nian Fu's vision and became his disciple.
Moreover, the emperor did not limit the time he could arrive in Annan, and even asked him to take a good look along the way.
"You are willing to follow the Governor to suppress the bandits!" Bian Yong saluted.
Nian Fu smiled evilly, as if he had taken the bait: "I will give you a question here. There are 17 bandit troops and [-] of our troops. How can we defeat the powerful enemy?"
Bian Yong was dumbfounded.
Thirty thousand against 17, is this still a small battle?Do you have any misunderstandings about war?
However, this is Nian Fu testing him.
He immediately organized his words: "I believe that there are three situations."
"First, if the bandit army is poorly armed, our army has excellent ordnance. As long as our army finds the bandit army, it will achieve a complete victory."
"Secondly, if the bandit army is short of food, they can seal off the main roads and make them disorderly."
"Thirdly, if the bandits have weapons and food, they can only ask the central government to increase their troops."
however.
This answer made Nian Fu dissatisfied.
"Sir, what did Hou Xue say wrong?" Bian Yong asked in a low voice.
"If you are the leader of the Ming army, you should stop attacking immediately, because it is impossible for 3 people to defeat 17 people. You cannot win under any circumstances."
Nian Fu asked a very practical question.
Not everyone is Huo Qubing!
There are many famous generals in the world, but there is only one Huo Qubing!
We must fight steadily, fight the battles we must win, and avoid the battles we must lose. We may not win, but we must not lose.
Even if you are defeated, you must preserve your strength as much as possible; when you win, you must weaken the enemy as much as possible.
This is a famous general.
It took hundreds of years for a chosen son like Bai Qi, Han Xin, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Li Jing, and Xu Da to appear!
Without such a peerless general, life would have to go on.
Bian Yong was also confused, so what was the meaning of this question?
"We are faced with this problem."
Nian Fu pointed to the Dabie Mountains and said: "There are 17 bandits in this mountain, plus 30 refugees abducted."
No wonder Hubei has gone from great chaos to great governance.
Because the bandits were driven into the Dabie Mountains.
Local governments are also cracking down on bandits, but there are no large groups of bandits left.
One after another from Guangxi, 12 wolf soldiers were resettled.
Nianfu has 3 people in his hands, guarding many passes in the Dabie Mountains to block the bandits in the Dabie Mountains.
"And the governor only has 3 people in his hands."
Nian Fu smiled bitterly: "Moreover, these 3 people don't know much Chinese, they don't know how to use firecrackers, and their equipment is not well-equipped."
How to fight this battle?
"Why didn't you ask the central government for troops?" Bian Yong asked in a low voice.
"Please, Your Majesty said to continue to mobilize troops from Guangxi."
Nianfu spread his hands: "But the Guangxi soldiers were all taken to Annan for dinner by Governor Fang. They are not in Guangxi. Annan coincides with the rainy season, so they can't be brought back."
"So, the problem is left to this governor."
Bian Yong clicked his tongue.
No wonder Nian Fu didn't let him go to Annan, because if he really couldn't go, he would only stop in Guangxi and look at Annan.
Nianfu is an all-round talent. He has no shortcomings, which has become his biggest weakness. He can fight, but he cannot win such a decisive game.
He is different from Han Yong. Han Yong's strength is fighting and he is a commander-in-chief.
Nian Fu is excellent at everything he does, but comparatively speaking, he is not excellent at anything.
"Sir, there is nothing you can do if you are a late learner."
This issue is too big for Bian Yong.
Bian Yong was just handsome and had a father who was sent to Annan as envoy, but his actual level was that of an ordinary Jinshi, not up to the level of Han Yong and Wang Yue.
In terms of bravery, he is far inferior to Ou Xin and Tao Cheng.
Being sent by the emperor was just for training. He was still young and was being trained to grow up.
"You are sincere."
Nianfu stroked his beard and smiled: "The Dabie Mountains are the junction of three provinces. These bandits are not bandits from Hubei Province."
"The bandits from Henan and Nanzhili are also heading into the Dabie Mountains."
"That's why there are more than [-] people gathered in this Dabie Mountain."
"However, there are only a few thousand people in Henan, blocking Jiuli Pass, Doumuling Pass, and Yinshan Pass."
"The general soldiers of the five prefectures in Nanzhi are still suppressing bandits locally and have no time to take care of the Dabie Mountains."
"The pressure is on the Governor's shoulders."
"They can only guarantee that bandits will not flow into Henan and South Zhili."
This is a super difficult problem before Nian Fu.
We could have mobilized 30 wolf soldiers from Guangxi and marched directly into the Dabie Mountains.
But Guangxi Wolf Soldiers are not in Guangxi. "Sir, can you block the Dabie Mountains for a year and a half? The bandits will naturally starve to death." Bian Yong had an idea.
"Hunger cannot stop anyone."
Nian Fu did not elaborate.
The Ming army has been blocking the Dabie Mountains for nearly two months, but they are living happily inside.
It means that someone is smuggling food inside.
This method doesn't work.
Bian Yong is at his wits end.
"Bian Yong, I would like you to go to the General Military Mansion of the Five Prefectures and ask Lord Ou Xin to help me suppress the bandits." Nian Fu wanted to ask Ou Xin for help.
The reason for choosing Bian Yong.
It was because Bian Yong was a noble man and followed the path of Wang Cheng.
Since Wang Cheng was the commander-in-chief of the five-prefecture general military office, Bian Yong would be more effective than writing a letter to him in person.
This was also the reason why he looked at Bian Yong high.
Don't think that anyone in the Fengtian Palace can catch the emperor's eye.
Bian Yongneng once became famous, but he paid a lot behind the scenes.
1 minutes on stage, ten years off stage.
There are many talented people in the court who can serve as envoys. Why do you think you are so noble?Just because I have been to Champa State once, is it different?
To put it bluntly, it was Bian Yong who took the path of an eunuch, and Wang Cheng used it to make Bian Yong fall into the emperor's eyes.
Li Xian accidentally mentioned this matter in his letter to Nian Fu.
Nian Fu and Li Xian became good friends.
"My fellow students would like to go to Nanzhili!" Bian Yong couldn't refuse.
Stayed one night in Macheng.
Early the next morning, we transferred to Nanzhili.
He also wrote a letter of apology and submitted it to the palace.
Leaving Hubei, the number of merchant ships on the road has not decreased, but has increased.
South Zhili is the most prosperous place in the world.
When docking, Bian Yong invited the boss of the ship to come over and ask.
"Sir, you don't know something. Nowadays, Guangxi's trade routes are developed."
"But when returning from the north, the ship cannot be empty, and the northern specialties cannot be sold when transported to Guangxi."
"This southern Zhili is the richest place in the world."
"Everything can be sold."
"So, the ships coming back from the north will turn around and come to South Zhili, dumping the goods from the north in South Zhili."
The boss of the ship knows better.
We also know that the boat coming back from the north only earns the cost, and the trip is almost in vain.
As a result, the price of goods from the North becomes lower in the South.
It also becomes easier to take action.
"Do all the ships coming back from the north go to South Zhili?" Bian Yong asked.
"That's impossible. No matter how prosperous Nanzhili is, it can't digest so many things."
The boss of the ship replied: "There is another way, which is to Guangzhou. There are Xiyi over there in Guangzhou. I have never seen anything good in Xiyi. If you want something, the price given is still high."
"In addition to these two roads, there is another road to Sichuan."
"But I don't know what's going on over there."
Ships coming back from the north basically take three routes: South Zhili, Guangzhou and Sichuan.
"Do you own this ship?" Bian Yong asked instead.
"The little old man bought it himself."
The boss of the boat smiled: "I have been a boatman for half my life. When I got old, I gritted my teeth and spent all my savings to buy this boat."
You can tell by his smile that his livelihood is good.
"Thanks to the emperor's grandfather, the banknote barrier has been lifted, so we little people can have something to eat."
The eunuchs in Chaoguan often treat wealthy families with high status, and for those who do small business and have no backers, they will go to death to collect money.
Just talking.
There was a father and daughter who were performing arts. They stood on the shore to pay their respects. They wanted to get on the boat and sing a song, and the rewards they earned would be divided equally.
"I'm sorry, the wind direction is about to change, and our ship is leaving." The boss of the ship reluctantly refused.
Earning money from busking is also the main part of his income.
The father and daughter cupped their hands and went to ask other boat owners.
But Bian Yong stopped them: "Sir, what kind of ditty can you sing?"
"My lord, I dare not call you sir."
The father cupped his hands and said, "I just learned a new tune from the capital. My daughter has a good voice and is famous far and wide."
As soon as he heard it was a new tune, someone poked his head out from the cabin and said, "Boss of the ship, let him come up and sing a section, and then leave after singing a section."
Many people in the cabin were itching. Jiaofangsi often came up with new songs and published them in newspapers, but the words could be seen but the sound could not be heard.
"Everyone, the wind direction has changed. If we don't send the boat, we won't be able to reach Yingshan tonight."
The ship owner also wants to make money, but he can't make fun of safety.
It is very unsafe to sail at night.
"Otherwise, you can follow me on board the ship and return tomorrow." Someone offered advice.
The father and daughter were a little hesitant.
They sang operas on the docked boats and could collect a lot of reward money in a day.
If you follow a ship and get tired of waiting for the guests, how can you get a reward?
Besides, there are opera boats on the river.
They broke the rules by going on the boat to sing opera.
Bian Yong saw it interestingly, took out a few copper coins from his money bag and threw it on the shore: "Sir, just sing a song and let us hear something new."
Someone followed and threw coins upward.
When the father and daughter saw the money, they looked at each other and shouted.
It was sung as Huo Qubing defeated the Xiongnu.
This is an unpopular show, and the singing style is not fixed. There are all kinds of sounds, and you can change it as you want.
The hottest thing right now is the Three Kingdoms.
But it's hot, and the business travelers who pass by are tired of hearing it. There are actors singing on every shore and pier, and they're tired of hearing it.
Bian Yong listened with interest, and a young master came out of the cabin: "Sir, I heard that your accent is from the capital. Do you think it is authentic or not?"
This guy is a fan at first glance.
"It does have that flavor." Bian Yong said with a smile.
"Then you'll be rewarded!"
The young master took out a small piece of silver and threw it on the shore: "Good singing, reward."
The situation is bad.
Bian Yong smiled and said nothing.
The boat set sail and walked along the Xishui River. After passing the Yingshan Mountains, it entered the southern Zhili area.
We actually came across a theater boat on the way.
The young master wanted to invite the opera boat to come over to perform opera, but the boat boss refused.
"You're so boring. You're just listening to an opera. It's not too late to leave after listening." Young Master babbled.
The captain of the ship bowed and said that he could not miss the time.
In fact, if the opera boat is allowed to dock, the boat owner will receive a reward.
He didn't want to walk at night because he was worried that it would be unsafe to touch the rocks. He had been walking on the water since he was a child and was not afraid of water. But the guest officer on the ship was different.
There are rules for doing a line of work.
Earn the money you should earn, and don't take any money you shouldn't earn.
The sun sets in the west and the sunset is brilliant.
Disembark at Yingshan.
Bian Yong joined the inn, which was converted from an official store in the original delivery system.
Although he was on official business, he paid for it out of his own pocket.
The travel allowance is a fixed amount. He is on an imperial mission and can probably subsidize about four taels of silver.
The Bian family is a wealthy family, so they don't need this little money.
He chose a medium-sized room at a reasonable price.
The waiter was attentive, and although the food was not delicious, it was not unpleasant.
"It's really very different from before."
Bian Yong lived in Guandian.
The first time he stayed in a government store was after his father passed the imperial examination. On the way from his hometown of Hejian to the capital, the family took the post road and stayed in a government store.
That attitude is so bad, the dog really won't even eat the food.
It's obviously meat, a good thing, but it tastes so good that dogs shake their heads just looking at it.
The waiter is a waiter who works part-time as a waiter, and he is very talkative. Normally, when you order a pot of hot water, you have to ask them for help.
At that time, his mother was pregnant with her sister and could not drink hot water in the official store. His father Bian Yong was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.
This is true for officials, but what about the people?
After he grew up, he also stayed in official hotels several times, and he only had one impression: Poor!very bad!
Of course, if you are accompanied by a local chief officer, your attitude will be completely different. Pu Bing is so enthusiastic that he can wipe your butt for you.
And now.
But he lived very comfortably, the waiter had a smiling face, the mattress was clean, and it was quiet outside the house. The waiter handled it gently while walking in the corridor.
While the waiter was delivering hot water, he chatted with the waiter.
"You don't know, the young one turned out to be a waiter in a teahouse."
"This inn is contracted by our big shopkeeper."
"I'll just send the young one here to serve all the distinguished guests."
"The younger one will get three cents of silver every month. If the inn's business is good, the younger one will get extra rewards. At the end of each month, he can earn five or six cents of silver."
"When the month is good, you can make more than one or two."
The waiter beamed with joy: "Of course, all the guests are my lords. If you serve the guests well, the guests will feel comfortable, and the wallet will be full."
"Sir, please tell me if you need anything."
As he said that, he made a gesture to go out.
Bian Yong heard this interestingly and asked with a smile: "Then where did the former soldiers go?"
"Young master, you don't know something."
The waiter is a chatterbox: "Pu Bing turns out to be a military household, and he eats the royal food."
"But after the reform of the Imperial Post Office, these soldiers will either become real soldiers or go home and farm."
"Pu Bing doesn't have the materials to be a soldier, so they all go back to farming."
"They are like an uncle and have to be served. How can they do this kind of service? Don't you think so?"
Bian Yong thinks this makes sense.
Serving people is a job that is condescending and cannot be done by ordinary people.
"What about the former cook?" Bian Yong asked again.
"Sir, are you an official figure?"
The waiter has a pair of fiery eyes. Bian Yong always asks these questions, which shows that he has resentment in his heart. Ordinary people cannot live in this official store.
"Not really. I have lived with the tribe a few times." Bian Yong said perfunctorily.
The waiter chuckled and said, "Who are those cooks? You don't know something. The water in this post office is deep."
Bian Yong asked him to talk carefully.
"It's different now, even the young ones dare to say it."
The waiter whispered: "Let's just say that the cook in our official store is a relative of the concubine of the lord in the Yamen."
"I used to dig out shit."
"No, my relative has become a noble person and was taken as a concubine by the adults, so I took him and ran to the official store to work as a cook."
"If you follow the original rules, if you do it for a lifetime, who cares whether the food is delicious or not? It is serious business if you can put money in your pocket."
The waiter sneered and said: "Now, those adults can't protect themselves. Who would care about a bullshit relative? I heard they went back to dig out shit again."
Bian Yong felt a little nauseous.
In fact, it is the same everywhere. This kind of job of ensuring harvests during droughts and floods is out of the ordinary people's turn, and because they are not interested in it, they can only help their poor relatives.
When a small person suddenly becomes rich, he naturally becomes domineering and prosperous.
It's a lifelong job. If you do well, you won't be promoted, and if you do poorly, you won't be laid off. It's strange to be motivated.
"But it's different now."
"This is a place where business is done. Whether there are people to live in or not to eat depends entirely on your ability to make a living."
"No one can stop us."
"The emperor has issued an imperial edict. The emperor encourages people to engage in business and work. Who dares not to listen to the emperor's edict?"
Bian Yong could tell that the waiter thought life was good now.
"Little Second!"
He still wanted to ask, but a customer called out from another room. The waiter responded, bowed and said sorry, and left the side room.
the next morning.
The retinue rented some horses, and Bian Yong got on them and went to the next dock.
From Yingshan, you have to walk a long way to get to the next pier and take the boat to Hefei.
Along the way, he saw many troops escorting some prisoners onto the ship, and there were also troops clearing out bandits in the mountains.
But I didn’t see the soldiers invading the travelers.
Travelers seem to be a common sight.
These days, most of them are businessmen traveling in other places. They travel to various places. They know that the whole country is cracking down on bandits, so they are not surprised.
But these soldiers did not disturb the people or rob, which Bian Yong found strange.
Soldiers these days are just bandits, and bandits are not as harmful as soldiers.
He asked someone.
"Sir, you don't know something."
A local merchant, driving a carriage team, chatted with Bian Yong while walking: "The imperial court has newly established a general soldier of the five prefectures to take charge of the five prefectures."
"Most of the soldiers in these five prefectures are from Guangxi."
"They don't speak Chinese."
"The general in charge of them is General Ou Xin'ou, who has made great achievements in Guangxi."
"General Ou has issued a strict order to kill anyone who disturbs the people."
"The emperor's decree states that in the suppression of bandits among the people, merit will not be recorded with heads, so there is no need for these soldiers to harm the people."
indeed.
Recording merit by head is one of the reasons for killing people.
Bian Yong asked: "For business travelers like you and me, the packages are full of money, so they are not interested?"
"Young master, you don't know that these wolf soldiers are rich."
The merchant said: "Have you seen these goods on our carriage? They are the main buyers. We local merchants rely on others to support us."
"You are a foreigner, so it's normal that you don't know."
"These people are all meritorious people, and the court has rewarded them with a lot of money."
"I married a wife and settled in Nanzhili. The military gave me the bride price, and I was given land to build a house. I didn't have to spend a penny."
"Military pay is also paid exactly."
"I heard that it is not issued by local officials, but by officials from the central government. What is issued are all banknotes! Take the banknotes and go directly to the counter to withdraw them!"
"If we talk about being rich, who can be as rich as them?"
"Can they like our products?"
The merchant was somewhat envious and jealous.
I didn't realize it before, but being a soldier has become an enviable profession.
Bian Yong disagreed: "Even with these rewards, how much money can you get? Are there other ways to get money?"
"Don't dare to talk nonsense!"
The merchant kept his secrets secretly: "Sir, be careful of trouble coming from your mouth."
Really!
Bian Yong was the emperor's confidant. He traveled around the world and reported to the emperor when he returned.
"Brother, I just like to find interesting things. You just say it, and I just listen. It goes in one ear and out the other, and no one knows."
With that said, Bian Yong threw a brown paper bag into the car.
It's beef in sauce.
The merchant was so greedy that he wanted to give Bian Yong back, but he couldn't bear it.
"That's it!"
"Just think I'm talking nonsense!"
He said: "This wolf soldier is extremely powerful. In less than two months after arriving in South Zhili, he raided more than 100 villages and captured nearly 10 bandits."
"These bandits are robbing homes and houses and making waves."
"Hehe, none of them are like the characters in Water Margin. They are all afraid of the rich and the poor!"
"Which of their villages is not rich in wealth?"
He dared not go on.
In other words, the treasures in the village were corrupted.
this is normal phenomenon.
Since drinking the blood of soldiers, almost all generals have done this, and the central government has turned a blind eye.
But that doesn't mean the emperor is happy with this.
"It's over?" Bian Yong saw that he didn't speak for a long time.
"It's over!"
The merchant put the meat buns into his arms. He couldn't bear to eat them, so he took them home to his wife and children.
Bian Yong felt that he had lost a bag of meat and asked Lonely.
"Brother, how are your days going?" Bian Yong asked.
"Is there any need to ask?"
The businessman beamed: "This year is the most comfortable year I have ever had in my life. Making money is much easier than before."
He turned back and pointed at the goods of these dozen carriages: "Look at these goods, I brought them in from Yingshan."
Ships returning from the north will also unload their cargo at Yingshan.
Because after unloading goods from Yingshan, you can go south along the river without having to turn around and go to Zhili.
The cost saved will also be cheaper for the merchants who come here to pick up the goods.
"Businessmen have an easy life, but farmers may not have a good life." Bian Yong frowned.
The Ming Dynasty has always focused on agriculture and suppressed commerce.
And His Majesty's rash business development will not affect agriculture.
Arrived at the dock.
When he was docking at the dock, he saw farmers carrying burdens to sell melons and fruits.
Bian Yong bought two watermelons, cut a piece and handed it to the farmer.
The farmer swallowed his saliva and did not dare to accept it. He felt ashamed.
"Old sir, this is for you."
Bian Yong asked him to sit down.
"I don't dare to call you sir, just call me old man. Thank you for your melons." The old farmer bowed and sat on the ground.
Bian Yong was also sitting on the ground, eating watermelon.
Although farmers have been growing watermelons all their lives, they only get very few of them.
The last time I ate watermelon, I couldn't sell it. When the watermelon was about to go bad, I had to eat it.
At that time, he did not taste the sweetness, but instead tasted the bitterness and tears.
He took a bite, and the juice was sweet. It turned out that watermelon is really sweet.
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