big song poppi

Chapter 289 0286 [It is Song Huizong, so it makes sense]

After Zhao Ting left, Han Zhen picked up his brush and wrote a transfer order.

The monkeys were transferred from Guangling to Mizhou.

The Guangling Salt Works was on the right track, and it would not make much sense if the monkey continued to stay there, so Han Zhen transferred him to Mizhou and continued to restructure the salt works in Mizhou.

Since ancient times, salt and iron have been a hugely profitable industry, and it will also be Han Zhen's important money bag in the future.

The implementation of light corvee and low taxes means that in a short period of time, it is impossible to rely on tax revenue to feed the gold-eating beast of the army. Fortunately, there is still salt and sugar.

Just after writing the transfer order, Shi Wenhui walked into the hall.

Han Zhen asked: "What's wrong?"

Shi Wenhui looked solemn and said: "County Magistrate, there is news from Shuzhong that the seller of the previously agreed saltpeter business suddenly breached the contract. I feel that the Zhao and Song Dynasties must be behind this."

Hearing this, Han Zhen couldn't help but frown slightly.

Zhao Song is not a fool. He will naturally cope with the loss of firearms.

Restricting his purchase of raw materials for making firearms is one of the methods.

Although it was agreed during the previous peace talks that it would not interfere with the business activities of both parties, we are all adults, so we should just listen to this and not take it seriously.

Sulfur is actually not bad. Before the Tang Dynasty, sulfur was collected from natural sulfur craters. After the Song Dynasty, craftsmen began to smelt sulfur from pyrite, and the process became more and more mature.

The trouble is saltpeter. Currently, there are only two places where saltpeter is produced, one is in northwest China and the other is in Sichuan.

Han Zhen vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a saltpeter mine in Shandong, and it was very large, but he couldn't remember where it was.

Thinking of this, he ordered: "Find a way to purchase a small amount of saltpeter from other Luzhou counties in Zhao and Song Dynasties and transport it back secretly. In addition, find a group of craftsmen who are proficient in Kanyu prospecting to search for saltpeter mines throughout Shandong. If anyone can find it, Get an official title, a title, and a reward of thousands of dollars!"

Purchasing small quantities in many places will not attract the attention of the Zhao and Song courts, but the output of firearms will plummet.

There is no other way, this is the only way now.

If he really couldn't find a saltpeter mine, then Han Zhen would have no choice but to find another way and go overseas.

"Sir, let's do it now!"

Shi Wenhui nodded and left in a hurry.

As soon as he left the hall, Xie Ding walked in with his hind legs.

"The county magistrate!"

"What's the matter?"

"Letter from the Kong family."

Xie Ding said, took out a letter from his sleeve pocket and presented it to the court.

the Kongs?

After Li Heihu captured Licheng, the contemporary Yanshenggong Kong Duanyou led his close relatives Duanmu, Zan and others to flee south to Dongping Prefecture with Zhang Shuye, leaving his younger brother Kong Duancao to guard the Queli Lin Temple.

After waiting for Han Zhen to defeat the Western Army, Kong Duanyou realized something was wrong and fled to Tokyo City.

Kong Duancao, who stayed at the ancestral temple in Qufu, was very low-key and very sensible, so Han Zhen didn't bother to cause trouble.

If you are willing to be a citizen under the rule, then you are good to me, everyone is good to you, but if you are not willing, Han Zhen does not mind expelling the Kong family.

Glancing at the envelope, Han Zhen had no desire to open it, and ordered: "Tell Kong Laoer to stay in Qufu and cooperate fully with the local county government when they conduct population census and measure the fields, and all the taxes that should be paid will be paid." No less, otherwise it will be the Qingzhou Army who goes there next time!”

Xie Ding hesitated to speak, but finally responded: "I accept my order."

As the territory grew larger, government affairs also increased exponentially.

This was still assisted by Xie Ding, Zhao Ting and other officials. If not, he wouldn't even have time to eat.

In the past, when I read history, I felt that Zhu Biao died of overwork, which was somewhat exaggerated.

Looking at it now, in the early Ming Dynasty when there was no cabinet and prime ministers to share government affairs, it was indeed very possible.

"The laws of the Ministry of Punishment will not be changed for the time being. Zhao and Song will continue to be used. Adjustments will be made in the future."

"My minister retire."

After sending Wang Weizhong away, Han Zhen couldn't help but rub his eyebrows.

Glancing at the sundial outside the main hall, I found that it was already noon unknowingly.

"Husband."

Just as he was about to get up to eat, a timid call rang out.

Jiang Suyi and three other people were seen walking into the main hall with food boxes in their hands.

Han Zhen raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "Yuyou and the others are out for an outing in the city today, why didn't you three go?"

Jiang Suyi replied carefully: "I didn't sleep well last night. I was a little tired, so I didn't go."

Seeing this, Han Zhen knew that the three women wanted to ask each other for something, so he leaned back slightly and leaned on the chair in a comfortable posture: "Come on, what do you want?"

Hearing this, the three women looked at each other and immediately fell to their knees with a thud.

Zhao Luzhu said in a tearful tone: "Husband, please save me and my family."

After just a brief thought, Han Zhen thought of the reason and sneered: "But Zhao Ji threatened you and waited to find out information?"

A strange look flashed in Fu Qingyi's eyes, and she said calmly: "My husband is very good at predicting things. Emperor Zhao and Song Dynasty forced the three slaves' parents and family members to ask the slaves to find out the secret recipe for firearms."

really!

But Song Huizong was so stupid in cultivating immortals that he found three and a half-year-old little girls to be his masters.

"Your Majesty... Emperor Zhao Song also asked us to serve our husband well. It is best for him to be distracted from government affairs." Jiang Suyi added timidly.

"..."

Han Zhen thought it was outrageous at first, but when he thought that the other party was Song Huizong, he felt it was very reasonable.

After a moment of silence, he asked: "Does Fu Jin know about this?"

Zhao Luzhu shook his head: "I don't know."

"The eldest lady should not know."

Fu Qingyi explained: "The Emperor of the Zhao Song Dynasty dotes on the eldest lady. No one in the entire Zhao Song Dynasty knows it, and he will definitely not be willing to let him be involved in danger. Besides, the eldest lady has a simple temperament and cannot pretend to be worried."

Han Zhen glanced at Fu Qingyi in surprise, but he was a little quick-witted.

It has to be said that Fu Qingyi is extremely beautiful and naturally charming. Even when he explains it in a serious manner, it gives people the impression of being flirtatious.

It’s like this now, will it still be possible in a few years?

Withdrawing his gaze, Han Zhen comforted him: "I will handle this matter. You don't have to worry about your parents and family."

Hearing what he said, the three women couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, husband." Zhao Luzhu thanked her with tears in her eyes, looking grateful.

Jiang Suyi blinked her big eyes and asked in a low voice: "Will your husband come tonight?"

She naively thought that because Han Zhen had not touched them before, he had seen through Emperor Zhao Song's plan.

Now that they have voluntarily surrendered, a blessing should come to them.

As soon as these words came out, Fu Qingyi quickly lowered his eyes, and Zhao Luzhu beside him also blushed with embarrassment.

Han Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You are still too young, let's talk about it in a few years."

"Oh."

Jiang Suyi nodded stupidly.

"Stop being stubborn."

Han Zhen waved his hand.

Jiang Suyi stood up and was about to leave. Suddenly she remembered the food box in her hand and immediately presented it to the court: "I made some side dishes from my hometown, please taste them."

Han Zhen glanced at the food box and asked, "Isn't it poisoned?"

"No, no, giving the slave ten courage, dare not poison the husband ..."

Jiang Suyi's face turned pale, she was almost scared to tears, and she explained helplessly.

Seeing this, Han Zhen chuckled and said, "I'm just teasing you."

"******Su Yi was stunned for a moment, and after she came to her senses, she hurriedly patted her chest with her little hands and said angrily: "I'm a coward. Husband, don't scare me. "

Han Zhen joked: "You are so timid, but you still dare to imitate other people's craftsmanship."

Jiang Suyi said aggrievedly: "I don't want to, it was the Emperor of Zhao and Song who forced me."

After the three girls left, he sneered, took out a pen and paper and wrote a letter to Song Huizong.

The content was to reprimand him for arranging detailed arrangements and asking him to hand over the parents of Jiang Suyi's three daughters.

Finally, he used this matter as a threat and asked for 50 shi of food as compensation, otherwise he would fight with him!

With Song Huizong's timid temperament, he would definitely agree, and the other party was in the wrong in this matter.

"Come here, hurry up and send this letter to Kaifeng Mansion and hand it over to Emperor Zhao Song!"

After ordering someone to deliver the letter, Han Zhen was free and opened the food box on the table.

A dish of mutton soup, a dish of stir-fried spring bamboo shoots, and a dish of shrimps boiled in rice wine.

Han Zhen tasted each one and found that the taste was bland, but overall it was okay.

When I mentioned poisoning before, I was just joking.

In ancient times, it was difficult to extract toxins. High-purity poisons were extremely rare, and all poisons must be bitter. The more toxic the poison, the more bitter it tasted.

There is only one colorless and odorless poison, and that is high-purity arsenic.

But if you want to poison someone with a physique like Han Zhen with arsenic, the dose must be high.

But the problem is, even a fool can see a large dose of arsenic, so who would eat it?
With his metabolic rate, if he wanted to rely on a weak dose of arsenic to accumulate toxins little by little, it would be more practical to pray that he would die from a stray bullet on the battlefield.

Just with rice, Han Zhen finished the three dishes.

"County Magistrate, County Magistrate!"

Suddenly, a sound of joy came from outside the hall.

Han Zhen ordered: "Come in."

The next moment, Pei Huai and a man who looked like an old farmer were seen walking into the main hall.

Pei Huai introduced with joy on his face: "County magistrate, this person is Deng Song, the son of Deng Yufu."

"Meet the county magistrate!"

Deng Song was a bit reserved. Although he wore the Confucian robe of a scribe, he had no literati temperament at all. Instead, he looked more like a farmer. His skin was dark and his big hands were covered with calluses.

now it's right!

The unity of theory and practice is the real master.

Agricultural science is not a castle in the air. It requires trial and error and experience gained through a lot of practice.

"Finally, Mr. Hope is here!"

Han Zhen stood up and stepped forward to help him up.

This move surprised and surprised Deng Song, and he humbly said: "A countryman from the mountains should not be called a gentleman."

"Sir, there is no need to be humble."

Han Zhen smiled slightly and said: "There are tens of thousands of farmers in the world, but there are only a handful of agriculturalists. It is a great honor for Mr. Han to come to help."

Deng Song didn't expect to receive such courtesy. He was extremely moved for a moment and said in a choked voice: "Young people must do their best."

"Please sit down."

After inviting Deng Song and Pei Huai to sit down, Han Zhen returned to the back of the hall and said loudly: "I think Mr. Pei has already explained the situation to you. I plan to establish an agricultural college, take charge of farming, teach the people how to farm, and innovate agricultural tools. , vigorously develop animal husbandry.”

After all, this world is still based on agriculture.

Commercial and industrial development are based on agriculture.

The people don't even have enough to eat, so they talk about nonsense.

Deng Song nodded repeatedly: "This is something that benefits the country and the people!"

Han Zhen said with a smile on his lips: "The position of dean will be held by Mr., and his rank is the seventh rank. In the near future, he will be issued with official uniform."

"Thank you so much, County Magistrate!"

Deng Song was filled with excitement and bowed.

Han Zhen changed his voice and continued: "It's just the beginning of the Agricultural College and there is insufficient manpower. I hope Dean Deng will take more care."

After hearing this, Deng Song pondered and said: "Wei Chen has a few like-minded friends. I wonder if we can let them enter the Agricultural College together?"

Han Zhen was overjoyed and ordered: "Just come here, I will give you five official quotas, and you can allocate them as you like. Then you only need to report them to the Ministry of Personnel."

"Weak ministers will definitely live up to their orders!"

Deng Song suddenly beamed with joy.

Han Zhen turned to look at Pei Huai and said with appreciation: "Servant Pei, you did a good job in this matter. I will mark your contribution!"

Pei Huai said modestly: "It is my duty to share the county magistrate's worries."

(End of this chapter)