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

On June 30, the 20th year of Chongzhen, Lu Mou led an army to the outside of Xi'an.

The city of Xi'an was quiet, with no one around. There was a large piece of paper pasted beside the city gate, with several large characters written on it: "We will be back." It showed the original owner's unwillingness.

Lu Mou sneered, slowly tore it off, and looked at it: "The handwriting is good, although I am not good at penmanship. I guess it must be the handwriting of Gu Junen. Unfortunately, from this sentence, you can see that, This person has a guilty conscience. This is what a loser says in order to regain his face." Then he was thrown into the northwest summer wind.

"Little plum, what time is it?"

Xiao Lizi, who was carrying the big clock, put it down and looked at it: "In response to your words, the prince, it is now nine forty in the morning."

"Whenever you report the time in the future, you should also report the year, month and day."

"Yes, it is June 30, the 20th year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, 9:43 in the morning."

"Let us remember this time, remember this time when the Ming Dynasty restored all of Shaanxi. From this moment on, Xi'an will be reborn."

Then he picked up the war horse and walked onto the streets of Chang'an, which had been carefully cleaned by the bandits. This street was once the center of the world.

Mrs. Gao obeyed Yuan Zongdi's last words and fulfilled her promise. She did not damage the entire city of Xi'an at all, and also cleaned it carefully.

It was cleaned so thoroughly that not even a stray cat or dog was left.

Arrive at Dashun’s palace. Li Zicheng's palace was expanded on the basis of the original Qin Palace in the Ming Dynasty.

The original King of Qin was very extravagant and extravagant. Although there is still a plaque on the door lintel that was deliberately left behind, which says "Da Shun Palace", no matter how you look at this so-called imperial palace, it reveals a sense of vulgarity and extravagance from the inside out. the taste of. After further expansion, it will be more like a nouveau riche's courtyard, which cannot be compared with the majestic Forbidden City in Beijing.

Looking in from the wide open palace gate, there are still some palaces that have not been completed and are now unfinished buildings.

Xiao Lizi tilted his head and asked, "My lord, why don't you go in? You should wash up earlier and arrange the aftermath."

Lu Mou smiled: "I won't go in, and I don't want to live here, let alone live here."

"Then if this palace is idle, wouldn't it be a waste?"

"Of course it can't be wasted. You gather some craftsmen and finish the unfinished work. Then, go to the people and look for those scattered eunuchs to manage this place and sell tickets for people to visit. I think Li Zicheng's palace gimmick will be very popular. When the time comes, the management and income of this palace will be rewarded to you.”

Making a gimmick, even just fabricating a story about a mouse becoming a spirit, and developing tourism have always been a means of stimulating the economy in later generations.

Xiao Lizi immediately put down the big clock on his shoulder, knelt down and postponed: "The prince doesn't dare to live in it, let alone the little one."

Lu Mou laughed loudly: "I dare not live in it because of my special status. But you have become the owner of this palace. My implication is that Li Zicheng's successor is a loser and he will never continue. What a dragon spirit he has."

When he said this, Xiao Lizi was overjoyed: "My meaning is great, not to mention that I am a tomb robber. I want to dig up the ancestral grave of the traitor Li Chuang."

After boarding the lobby of the Xi'an Mansion, he looked around, turned around, and solemnly stretched out his hand to Hong Xueqin who was following behind him: "My Shaanxi Chief Envoy, my Shaanxi old parents, please return to your seats."

Hong Xueqin was not humble. He was rearranging his official hat and robe under the upright and bright plaque. Then, he took out the official's strict requirements, shook his hips, walked three times with three steps, and walked to the back of the tall desk with a straight-faced step. He put down the chief envoy's seal, picked up the gavel, and then faced Lu Mou: "Prince Regent, please lend me a few soldiers first. Otherwise, I, the chief envoy, will be useless. Isn't it too shabby? point."

Hong Xueqin, the chief envoy of Shaanxi, officially took office. Lu Mou transferred a large number of Enke Jinshi to Shaanxi to fill the official vacancies in various prefectures and counties. .

Then Lu Mou announced that those from the original Jinyiwei martial arts team who were willing to return would continue in their original posts. And those who have taken root in the country, married a wife and had children, can become officials in various places. Those who are willing to stay in the village and work as farmers will be given a reward of twenty yuan to settle down, and as the village chief, they will be given a monthly salary of one silver dollar to manage the village.

In villages without armed workers teams, the people also elect a village chief, who is treated equally and is under the direct jurisdiction of local governments to manage villages and towns. Anyway, Xi'an is just an empty city now, and there is nothing that needs to be managed. After settling the troops, he took Hong Xueqin with him and began to inspect various places to get a feel for the basics of Shaanxi and to be aware of it.

It is the hot summer. Looking at the land of Shaanxi, after the natural and man-made disasters at the beginning, and the wars of more than 20 years later, officials came and went, killing everyone who should be killed, and fleeing when they should. What is left here is the vast and thick loess plateau, a vast stretch of red land for thousands of miles. There are weeds and jungles everywhere, and the primeval forests are endless for days. They are thousands of times stronger than the vegetation of later generations. The air that breathes into the chest and lungs is sweet.

However, Lu Mou's heart at this time was not about environmental protection, but about development.

According to the deep-rooted concept of the Han people, a land that can grow vegetables but leaves grass growing for the sake of bullshit environmental protection is really a waste of money.

But what Shaanxi is lacking now is people.

A field of crops appeared in front of me, and it was growing well.

Not far from this crop field, a village appeared, with some signs of life.

When I walked into Zhuangzi, I was greeted by a man with bare feet. As soon as he saw Lu Mou, he quickly turned over and knelt down: "My subordinate Han Zhuang, the former Jinyiwei Xiaoqi, pays homage to the prince."

Lu Mou smiled and pulled him up: "Why, you are not going back? Have you settled here?"

"Returning to the prince, I have been here for three years without knowing it. The people in the village treated me very well, and even gave me a wife and a home. In the first year, I gave birth to a big fat boy. I have already I regard this place as my hometown. This time, when the prince regains control of Shaanxi, I plan to return to Beijing in the autumn and bring my two younger brothers and sisters to live here. The land here will be fertile and vast, and it will be a good life for me as a landowner."

The village is not small, with more than a hundred households. There were actually four to five hundred people who came over after hearing the news: "I'm curious, how did you survive in the war?"

The village elder smiled and replied: "The old man said it well, this village has three burrows for cunning rabbits. As long as thieves come to the government, we will follow that ditch and drill into the mountain. In the mountain, we still have a cave dwelling to live in."

Then An Ran said: "Thanks to the kindness of the Holy Emperor and the prince, the prince sent a guide to implement the emperor's order and regained Shaanxi. From now on, we no longer have to go to the mountains at any time, so we can live a stable life." "

Another village elder also lamented: "We are willing to live a peaceful life, even if we are pigs and dogs."

"I would rather be a peace dog than a man in troubled times." This sentence was not made up by literati. It is the sincere prayer wish of the people all over the world.

"How's the harvest this year?" Lu Mou was still concerned about food.

"Thanks to the great grace of the Holy Emperor, and thanks to your old age, Your Majesty, the weather has been good these past few years. The summer grain and wheat have been harvested and stored in the warehouse. It is a good harvest year. The autumn grain is also good. How to say, under the leadership of Village Chief Han, We’ve had enough food for two years.”

Although the population is small, the foundation is good and Shaanxi has a bright future.

"Why don't you move to the city? Aren't the living conditions in the city much better than here?"

The slogan I have experienced is that the country is urbanizing and the economy is undergoing great changes. Although Lu Mou doesn't quite understand it, the reality is that now there are ten empty cities in Shaanxi.

Without cities, commerce cannot be developed, and without commerce, industry, especially real estate, cannot be driven. It’s not okay for farmers not to go to cities to buy buildings and drive their cars to farm.

Industrial and commercial taxation is the main source of national finance. We cannot always focus on poor farmers and the income of geniuses from three melons and two dates, otherwise it may lead to anger and resentment.

As a result, these village elders laughed: "What are we going to do in the city? We don't know how to make a living. If we all go to the city, who will grow the crops? Food is the most important thing for the people, and no one will grow crops in the city. Aren’t people starving to death? Aren’t the merchants in the city going bankrupt without us growing crops?”

Lu Mou was awakened by this simple and straightforward truth. Yes, if the countryside is gone, how can we talk about economic development? Isn't that just a fool's errand, cutting off the roots? I don’t know who had the bad idea. (End of chapter)