Traveling through the Ming Dynasty, as soon as you open your eyes, you will die

Chapter 13: White wolves everywhere

When he woke up from a state of collapse and semi-coma, looking at his two arms, Lu Mou began to suspect that he had grown four legs. The arms were swollen and as thick as the thighs. As long as I move a little bit, it's excruciating pain.

But they can't rest, Li Zicheng's million-strong army is charging over. Every minute wasted is a waste of your own life and that of your family.

He stretched his neck and asked the palace maid to give him a bowl of porridge, then stuffed two steamed buns in, and ran directly to the building office.

Now the effect of forceful urging is obvious, and in addition to the smashing of the small treasury of various ministries, four million silver has been withdrawn.

But even if there are four million silver now, facing the current crisis, the decisive battle with the bandits in the future will be a drop in the bucket, and we have to find a way.

He hurried to the construction office in the twenty-fourth prison of the palace, found Sun Bin, the palm print of the Sanbao Bureau, and took out a blueprint and a piece of Yingyang.

Lu Mou wanted to abolish the two yuan changes and earn money and interest to increase his income.

But his method is different. It is not a casting method, but a stamping method without fire loss.

"This is a stamping die that relies on human leverage. Time is tight. I don't expect exquisiteness, but more. Hundreds of units, thousands of units, must be polished and produced continuously as soon as possible. Once one is produced, one will be started without delay. .”

From then on, the rough silver coins produced this time were called Maoyuan by later generations, and even called national disaster silver coins, and were loved by collectors.

"Remember, the silver plate smelted to a unified standard must be evenly thin and thick. Each silver plate must be stamped out one hundred silver dollars at a time. The content of the silver plate must be silver, six lead, two tin and two, and then use this stamping machine Stamping and molding. Don’t sleep, find more people and start working.”

Although the silver dollar currently on the market only weighs eight cents, it is more popular among ordinary people and merchants than silver because of its stable quality and weight.

I think in later generations, Yuan Shikai abolished the two reforms and reformed them into the Yuan Dynasty, which made his finances obviously improve at that time. It can be seen that the results of abolishing the two reforms and reforming the Yuan Dynasty were huge.

But this time, in order to be quickly recognized by everyone, Lu Mou increased the weight of the silver coins, one or two was enough.

According to Lu Mou's proportions, it is directly melted into a standard silver plate. Before it becomes hard, it is made by cold pressing stamping method, which is fast and without loss.

If there is no loss, one million taels of silver will become 1.4 million in a blink of an eye. The four million silver in hand is 5.2 million.

That is twice the current nominal fiscal revenue of the Ming Dynasty. Supporting the decisive battle with Li Zicheng, I guess there will be no problem.

Now that he has money, he still needs to find soldiers.

Lu Mou hurriedly arrived at the British Duke's residence.

The British male lineage is one of the only remaining four kingdoms after the Tumubao Incident among the twenty-four kingdoms founded twice during the Ming Dynasty.

But the other three have all become decorations in name only. Only the British lineage is still prominent and holds real power.

For example, the current British Duke inherited the title of Duke of the old country who died in the battle in the second year of Chongzhen. When he was a slave and entered the capital, he still controlled a hundred thousand forbidden troops and became Chongzhen's support.

Arriving in front of the British Duke's Mansion, the mansion, which has been built for more than two hundred years and has been the work of several generations of princes, looks extremely majestic.

But at this time, there was silence in front of the Duke's Mansion, the door was closed, and there was no one of note.

Jumping off the horse, not wanting anyone else, he went to the door in person in a hurry and knocked on the door knocker. "Is there anyone at home? I, Prince Ding, Zhu Cijiong, have come to visit and ask for an audience with the British public."

It is helpless to use the word "asking for an audience", which seriously damages the status of a dignified king.

Because the British were asked to go public and go out to fight for the country again, it was hard to say whether they would come out to help or not when the building was about to collapse. The fourth generation of princes controlled the imperial army. Coupled with the military household system of the Ming Dynasty, soldiers, generals and generals inherited their father's legacy from top to bottom. From top to bottom, generations of ancestors came from the line of British princes. Countless soldiers of the Forbidden Army were almost all sons of his family.

In fact, the entire Forbidden Army has become his Zhang family's private army.

As long as the British can't move, no one else can command this army.

Historically, it was the last battle of the Forbidden Army at Baigou River. The British public announced that Zhi was killed in the battle, and Chongzhen temporarily appointed Sun Changzhi to command the army. As a result, Li Zicheng came to the city, and the Forbidden Army standing guard at the top of the city watched the rogue bandits rolling into the city one by one. No matter how hard the officials whip them, they are indifferent.

Therefore, in history, when Beijing fell, there was no record of the resistance of the two royal guards, the Imperial Guards and the Forbidden Army.

The reason why Baigouhe failed was because the 50,000 forbidden troops who were hungry and cold were forced by Chongzhen, who did not understand military affairs, to go hundreds of miles out of the city to fight a decisive battle with one million Li Zicheng's rogue bandits.

As a result, 50,000 troops walked to Baigou River, and they were starved to death along the way. The rest reached the battlefield, and none of them could stand. For this reason, all 50,000 imperial troops and Zhang Zhiji died in battle without any suspense.

Judging from the fact that Zhang Zhiji died in battle, Zhang Zhiji was still loyal to the emperor. This time, I have great hope of meeting Zhang Zhiji and realizing my goal.

When he heard that King Ding Zhu Cijiong came to the door in person to ask for an audience, an old voice answered: "King Ding, please wait a moment. I will report back to the Duke." After saying this, the door did not open, so Lu Mou was left outside. .

Lu Mou had no choice but to stand outside the door and wait patiently.

When asking for help, you must have the attitude of asking for help. If Liu Bei hadn't stood in the snow and waited for Zhuge Liang to wake up naturally, there would have been no Shu Han. If Zhang Fei's method at that time was followed and the door was kicked in, there would be no Three Kingdoms.

Fortunately, the waiting time was not long. A burst of chaotic footsteps sounded from inside the door, and a feeble voice scolded the servants: "If you haven't opened the middle door yet, do you really dare to keep the prince waiting for a long time?"

The middle door opened, and a group of servants came out carrying a fat, meat-like guy. This was the sixth-generation British public, nicknamed Fatty.

Seeing Prince Ding, Zhang Zhiji rolled off the stretcher and kowtowed to the ground to plead guilty: "Be patient, Your Majesty. I will punish Zhang Zhiji with death."

Lu Mou breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It seemed that at this time, Zhang Zhiji's loyalty was still there, and it was done.

Hurry up and help me, no matter where I can help you. Zhang Zhiji stood up with difficulty, and Lu Moucai looked Zhang Zhiji up and down.

He is forty years old, but his temples are gray, and his beard is also mixed with black and white. He was fat and tall, but his complexion was pale and lifeless, and his expression looked depressed. Standing in front of him, his body was still shaking slightly.

"Why, is the Duke in poor health?"

Zhang Zhiji let out a long sigh: "The dynasty has reached this point, but I can't do anything. I can't help but stare. I've been suffering day and night, so that's why."

He said this, Lu Mouxin.

"Hurry up and lie down on the stretcher. Let's go inside and talk."

"How dare I do this in front of the prince?"

Lu Mou dragged him directly to the stretcher: "Don't show off in front of me, lie down."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Zhiji's nose felt inexplicably sore and he lay down obediently.

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