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Chapter 561 0558 [Heads rolling]

"Pity."

After taking a sip of tea, Zhao Kai suddenly said something incoherently.

It was a pity for him that the southern family attempted to assassinate Han Zhen but failed.

I have to say that Zhao Kai had a beautiful idea.

Yes, Han Zhen was extremely prestigious, but the problem was that he had no children, only a daughter.

If he was really assassinated, the Qi State would definitely be leaderless, and he and his father were both in the capital, and there were many old Zhao and Song ministers in the court.

Maybe those old Zhao and Song ministers would support their restoration.

Hearing this, Zhao Ji on the side glanced at him sideways and cursed: "Idiot!"

I used to like this son quite a bit, but since I returned to Beijing, I have become more and more displeased with him.

"Father, what do you mean?"

Zhao Kai was stunned when he was scolded and looked puzzled.

"This is clearly..."

In the middle of his words, Zhao Ji glanced in the direction of the door. Seeing that the door was closed, he lowered his voice and continued: "This is a drama planned by Han Zhen'er. You actually believe it. Are you not a fool?"

How could he not know the virtues of those aristocratic families in the south?
If you have the courage to bargain, you can let them assassinate the emperor, but they will not dare even if you have ten more courages.

This is a serious crime that implicates the nine clans.

hiss!
Zhao Kai took a deep breath and said in surprise: "I see, I never thought he would have such a method."

Hearing this, Zhao Ji smiled disdainfully: "Han Zhen's method is not very clever. It is just relying on the power of the Northern Expedition. It is ruthless but not clever enough. Even if it can achieve its goal, it will also completely destroy all the noble families in the south." If they are offended, they dare not say it with their mouths, but they will definitely hate it in their hearts and make trouble in secret. "

The fields are the roots of aristocratic families. You, Han Zhen, have dug up their roots and you are not allowing others to be jealous?

Zhao Kai flattered him and said, "It seems that my father is very clever. A little Zhu Meng has disturbed the peace of the southern aristocratic family, and Zhu Meng is entirely responsible for the infamy."

"So, Han Zhen's child is still too young."

Zhao Ji looked happy and felt very proud.

I have to say that this guy is indeed very skilled in politics, but he just doesn't do human affairs.

It is said that the Zhao Song Dynasty was in trouble, but in fact Zhao Ji had hope to save the Zhao Song Dynasty. During his reign, under the banner of the new law, he used a series of means to bring the imperial power to its peak, and the strength of the scholar-bureaucrat class was seriously weakened.

Comparing the power of the civil servant group during the Song Renzong period, you can clearly feel the difference.

As a result, this guy only cares about having fun and has no sense of responsibility.

dong dong dong~
Just then, there was a crisp knock on the door.

The two of them looked stern and immediately stopped talking.

"Come in."

Zhao Ji gave an order.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and the shopkeeper walked in with a smile on his face.

"Master Marquis, little Master Marquis, is the food in my Yuxian Tower satisfactory to both of you?"

Zhao Ji took a sip of tea and replied in a haughty tone: "It's okay. Although it's not as good as Fan Lou, it's still passable."

"What the Marquis said is that our small building is not as good as Fan Building."

The shopkeeper didn't refute, and agreed with a smile.

In fact, this is self-effacing. There are 72 genuine stores in Beijing, each with its own characteristics.

Fan Lou was not well-known before. After Zhao Ji took over, he devoted a lot of resources and became the first of the 72 main stores.

Moreover, what Fan Lou sells is quality. When it comes to the taste of the food, it is not much better than other restaurants.

Because you can join the chefs in the restaurant, their skills are all top-notch, and they all have their own specialties.

For example, Wanglou’s cave plum blossom buns and Yuxianlou’s fish dumplings.

Zhao Ji asked: "What's the matter?"

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "Master Hou has been staying in the shop for five days. Is it time to settle this account? It's not that I am a philistine who wants to disturb Master Hou's elegance. It is really the new owner who has set the rules. Mr. Hou is such a person, he will definitely not put me in trouble."

"It doesn't matter."

Zhao Ji waved his hand, put his head into his sleeve pocket, and asked, "How much?"

"Master Hou is grand!"

The shopkeeper raised his thumb, gave a small flattery, and then said: "Sincere benefits are six thousand eight hundred and forty-three guan, I am the one who makes the decision. I will wipe off the change for the Marquis, and it will be 6,800 guan." "

"How many?"

Zhao Ji's hands trembled when he heard the price.

The shopkeeper rushed to explain: "The Good Lord Marquis knows that you two will live together for five days, with two upper rooms, plus my sister and son will stay overnight. The total room fee is 1,200 guan, and three meals a day is 5,600 guan." "

Zhao Ji exclaimed: "No matter how expensive three meals a day is, you can't eat so much?"

In restaurants, eating is the most economical of all purchases.

How much can you eat?
Even if it's delicacies from the mountains and seas, it only costs two to three hundred guan for a meal.

Consumption in Tokyo is high, but two to three hundred guan is still not a small amount of money.

A hint of guilt flashed in Zhao Kai's eyes.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper became anxious: "Good Lord Hou knows that Yuxianlou is based on integrity and will never charge randomly. Every account is recorded clearly and in black and white, and there is no falsehood. Please take a look. At noon the day before yesterday, when the young Marquis was dining, he took the waiter to Fanlou to buy two pots of pear blossom white. After more than an hour, he bought three more pots. The day before yesterday and yesterday, he ordered people to invite Shen Qiu and everyone to come and order tea... "

As the shopkeeper settled the accounts one by one, Zhao Ji's face became darker and darker.

Well, he went to work to sweep the streets early in the morning, but this good son of his was living in a restaurant, living in a drunken life.

The pear blossoms are so white that he can't even bear to drink them now.

Why don't you go ask Shen Qiu and everyone for some tea...

Zhao Ji took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said with a forced smile: "Shopkeeper Qin, I only have 2,300 strings on my body. I will pay part of it first and make up for the rest tomorrow."

Shopkeeper Qin still had a smile on his face, but it was much lighter than before: "Master Hou, your family has a great business, please have mercy on me. This is the rule of the master's family. If the accounts are checked tomorrow morning, I will be kicked out. "

People kept greeting me with smiles, but Zhao Ji really couldn't do anything about it, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "Bring me some pen and ink!"

How could Shopkeeper Qin not know what he wanted to do? He was going to use calligraphy to pay off the bill. He immediately said with a bitter face: "Master Hou, I am a common person, and this Yuxian Tower is also a common place. It cannot be compared to an elegant place."

Zhao Ji replied: "Then wait until tomorrow. I will sell the calligraphy treasure and then pay for it."

How dare shopkeeper Qin wait until tomorrow? If this is gone forever, where will he collect the bill?

Four thousand six hundred guan is not a small amount of money. If the other party defaults on the bill, he will have to fill the hole out of his own pocket.

In desperation, he had to ask the waiter to get pen and ink.

After getting the Four Treasures of the Study, Zhao Ji wrote a poem with pen and ink and took the opportunity to satirize the other party.

"Take it to offset the bill."

Zhao Ji put down his pen and waved his hand.

Shopkeeper Qin said, "Master Hou, I'm afraid one poem is not enough. Please write forty-six more."

As the manager of Yuxian Tower, he is particularly well-informed.

How could he not know that Zhao Ji was selling calligraphy treasures on a large scale during this period.

Things are more valuable when they are rare. Once the quantity is too high, no matter how good the calligraphy and painting are, they are no longer valuable.

With Zhao Ji's output, even if Wu Daozi and Yan Zhenqing are reincarnated, sooner or later they will become cabbage prices if this continues.

Four...forty-six songs?
Zhao Ji was immediately dumbfounded and said angrily: "You are a bitch, how dare you humiliate me!"

Even though Zhao Ji is a marquis, who in the entire Tokyo city knows what his current situation is?
Your Majesty doesn't want to see him, otherwise you can let him sweep the imperial streets?
Therefore, shopkeeper Qin was not afraid and called out to Tianqu: "Even if I have eaten the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage, I would not dare to humiliate the Marquis. This is the case among the experts on the market. If you are not at ease, I can go to the opposite street bookstore. Shopkeeper Zhang asked me to collect it, how about it?”

Zhao Ji didn't want to make the matter a big deal. He felt embarrassed, so he snorted and continued writing poems.

It's just that no matter how talented a person is, he can't write more than forty poems in a row. Later, he simply copied some poems that were not popular in the previous dynasty.

I kept writing until my wrists ached, and then I ended.

After reading through a thick stack of poems, shopkeeper Qin was filled with sorrow. As a businessman, how could he not know the value of rare things?

Forty-six poems suddenly appeared, and the price was probably going to fall. It was already good to sell for more than 3,000 guan.

But it's better than nothing.

Thinking of this, shopkeeper Qin deliberately asked: "Master Hou, the accounts for the past few days have been settled. Will you still stay tonight?"

Zhao Ji still had the nerve to continue living, and stood up with a cold snort.

Seeing Zhao Kai still sitting there sipping tea, Zhao Ji became furious and scolded: "Why are you still standing there stupidly? Let's go!"

"oh oh."

Zhao Kai then put down the tea cup, stood up and left with Zhao Ji.

After leaving Yuxian Tower and looking at the lights on the street, Zhao Kai looked at a loss.

There is no place for them in this huge city of Tokyo.

Zhao Kai asked: "Father, what should we do now?"

"Get some money first and find a place to stay."

Zhao Ji said angrily.

In the past, no matter how much I liked this son, he was the most like me among all the children. He was good at playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and singing.

Looking back now, it is a complete waste.

Eat too much and be too lazy to do anything all day long, accomplishing nothing.

Father and son walked around, found a bookstore, and walked in.

He has visited almost every bookstore in Tokyo, and all the shopkeepers know him.

Seeing him coming, the shopkeeper came up to him and said, "Your Majesty, the Marquis, is here. It's a shame to welcome him from afar."

Seeing this, Zhao Ji's heart skipped a beat and asked, "Can I collect calligraphy and paintings?"

The shopkeeper replied: "Take it, as many calligraphy and paintings as Mi Pei, Huang Tingjian and San Su have."

"Where's yours?"

Zhao Ji asked again.

The shopkeeper shook his head: "I won't accept it anymore."

Zhao Ji looked ugly: "Why?"

The shopkeeper gave a bitter smile: "Mr. Hou, it's not because I don't know what's good and what's good. It's true that these days, Mr. Hou, you have too many calligraphy and paintings, which are available in all major bookstores. Now I really can't sell them. The three paintings I collected a few days ago The painting is still hanging in the shop.”

"excuse me."

After Zhao Ji said that, he turned around and left.

After leaving the bookshop, he did not give up and searched for several bookshops one after another. However, without exception, they all stopped accepting his calligraphy and paintings.

Calligraphy and painting are not strictly needed, and their prices fluctuate greatly.

Merchants will not do business at a loss, so they will not take any more of Zhao Ji's calligraphy and paintings before they are sold in the store.

The more they gain now, the more they lose.

"It happened."

Being rejected again, Zhao Ji and his son left the bookstore in despair.

At night, in the bustling city of Tokyo, Zhao Ji and his son were like bereaved dogs, wandering aimlessly on the streets.

……

……

The execution ground is located in an alley in the south of Hangzhou City. Next to the alley is a fish market.

Every day, fishermen sell their catch here.

Year after year, the whole alley is filled with a fishy smell.

But three days ago, the fishy smell was masked by the strong smell of blood.

The four surnames of Kuaiji were escorted to Hangzhou City and began to be beheaded one by one.

At first, there were still people coming to watch the fun, but as time went by, gradually no more people came.

There were really too many killed.

Seven or eight of the executioner's ghost-headed swords were broken.

Carloads of headless corpses were being transported out of the city and buried in mass graves.

The killings here were overwhelming, and the effect was particularly noticeable. The heads of the aristocratic families who returned to their hometowns donated their fields to the local government.

Ten days passed by in a hurry, and Han Zhen was not idle during this period.

First, he went to the navy camp to reward and express condolences to the navy officers, and then took Jiang Suyi and the three girls to patrol the surrounding countryside.

What they said is right, the clan power in the countryside of Liangzhe Road is even greater than that in Jiangnan.

Moreover, there are many and varied temples for obscenities.

It will take great efforts to completely clean up these folk temples of obscenity.

On this day, Xie Ding led his entourage to fill the palace and walked into the palace.

The supplementary officer held a high stack of documents in his hands.

"I have met your Majesty."

Entering the main hall, Xie Ding bowed in greeting.

Han Zhen asked, "What's the matter with Xie Qing?"

Xie Ding replied: "Your Majesty, during this period, the southern aristocratic families have turned over their properties one after another, and the local governments have also measured and inventoried them. Please take a look at them."

Glancing at the thick pile of accounts, Han Zhen ordered: "Xie Qing, just tell me."

Xie Ding cleared his throat and said loudly: "A total of 5.86 million acres of land have been donated this time, including 1.88 million acres for upper fields, 2.36 million acres for middle fields, and 2.36 million acres for lower fields... In addition, after counting the fields At that time, officials from various places investigated and dealt with many hidden fields owned by landlords and gentry, totaling 136,000 acres."

These days, fields are also divided into levels.

The grade is directly linked to the yield. However, due to different climate environments in each region, the standards for classifying field grades are also different.

For example, on Liangzhe Road, the standard for Shangtian is much higher than that in Northland. In a year without disasters, based on the three crops of early rice, late rice, and winter wheat, the standard annual output of Shangtian is two stones and six buckets.

Tsk!
Hearing this number, Han Zhen couldn't help but be speechless.

Nearly six million acres of fields produce enough food to feed his more than 200,000 troops.

As expected of the Liangzhe Road, it is rich after all.

The Northern Song Dynasty was able to survive until now, thanks to the three places of Zhejiang, Jiangnan, and Sichuan.

Han Zhen ordered: "The old rules dictate that local governments recruit fugitives, lend seeds, farm tools, cattle, etc. without interest, and lease the land to fugitives and landless people for a period of seven years, and the fields are not allowed to be sold within seven years. Violators will be punished accordingly.”

Han Zhen has rich experience in how to deal with these fields.

As early as Shandong, there was a set of processes that are now quite mature.

"As for the hidden fields under investigation, the landlords and gentry are ordered to make up for the land tax. Whatever is owed will be paid in full."

"I accept your order!"

Xie Ding responded.

Han Zhen continued: "The cabinet has drafted a decree that will use three thousand acres as a red line in the future. Those who purchase land will have to check the property under their name. If it reaches three thousand acres, they will not be allowed to purchase any more land. Violators will be fined a hundred times the land price. "

Zhao Song did not restrain land annexation, so Han Zhen would not let it go.

Three thousand acres is not decided by a slap on the forehead, but the result of calculation.

According to the land tax after the implementation of land allocation, three thousand acres is a dividing line. If you exceed three thousand acres, you will lose money even in a good year.

(End of this chapter)