Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 250 The Bourgeoisie
Song Qingshu kept his word. Although Sun Chuanting was a little distressed, he still took out [-] dan of fine grains, [-] dan of coarse grains, [-] carts of Coptis chinensis, and a lot of freshly extracted penicillin. county.

This Yuanping County is really desolate, there are no people in the wilderness, but there are swarms of rats, and rotting corpses are everywhere, which makes people panic.

Song Qingshu didn't come this time, but he sent Zhao Sheng, his capable general to light the lamp. Although he is not familiar with Fu Shan, Zhao Sheng is also a frequent visitor of Song Qingshu's shop in Xi'an, and he can be regarded as a nod acquaintance. Shan didn't delay, but he didn't know that this move could lead the wolf into the house.

If he can't live on, he can raise a knife to rebel. This kind of light is naturally not a good person, and he has studied. Although there is nothing outstanding in the big strategy, he has a lot of small-minded tricks. Song Qingshu's money is not for nothing. He came in to scrape the ground.

It's really scraping the ground. Regardless of the continuous epidemic and the displacement of people, many landlords and gentry have long been envious of the land in Yuanping County. Before they came, many tyrants had already stuffed money in, and secretly changed the land registers, big fields became small fields, and other fields became my fields. Don’t look at Yuan Ping’s death and escape. Almost half of the county disappeared, and the idle land on the land register But there are very few of them, as if those who died of illness or military disasters were all poor people with nowhere to stand.

This Fu Shan is a little anxious. He promised to free up some land for Song Qingshu to resettle the refugees. Now that the family's money and food have arrived, but in his own hands, the good guy doesn't even have any official land. Shan decided to send people to the countryside to check the fields.

At this moment, those Yuan Ping tyrants panicked. A large group of people gathered together and approached Yuan Ping's Master Huang. A large group of people stormed the county government and blocked Fu Shan's lobby for a noisy meal. Fu Shan is a sincere man. Gentleman, I have never seen this scene before, and I was a little panicked. Fortunately, Zhao Sheng came over in person and invited him to the back hall. Ten strong men from Liu Zongmin's Broadsword Camp set up simple two-meter-long swords on the ground and lined them up neatly in two rows between the two halls. Outside, there were about a hundred powerful gentry and hundreds of country hooligans. Just stuck in the lobby and watched, no one dared to come over.

After getting their noses full of ashes, the unwilling landlords and tyrants gathered at Mr. Huang again, discussing to come to Yin, and planned to use Mr. Huang's relationship to spend money to sue Fu Shan for a gangster at the Shanxi Inspectorate, and tortured him. civil.

Unexpectedly, just after the discussion on this end, something happened to Mr. Huang that night. The eleven members of his family were all infected with the plague overnight. His dead body was lying on top of the money raised last night.

Governing the world and talking about the law, when in troubled times, it is time to compare ruthlessness, the comparison is who has the biggest fist, such as Song Qingshu, if he hadn't become ruthless at a critical moment, he would have been forced to death by the government, or let other camps and peasants be blacked out , you are ruthless, I am even more ruthless than you!Everyone knew that Mr. Huang died for no apparent reason, but looking at the festering corpse, all the powerful landlords of about fifty households were terrified, and no one dared to move easily for a while.

But even so, Zhao Sheng did not let them go. Many tyrants returned to the village with their servants and village gangsters in a state of despair. When winter came, the epidemic was gradually subdued, and it suddenly spread in these villages, especially those who had been to the county town. Eight out of ten people were infected with the plague, and it caused another wave of death in Yuanping. orgasm.

The news of the powerful people in the country is quite well-informed. I know that in Dai County, Marshal Song has the nickname of Fire Ghost King, and the foreign aid invited by the county magistrate this time is Marshal Song. People in this era are superstitious. When the plague hit, everyone was so frightened that they were about to pee, dragging their sick bodies, and frowning, they gathered in Pingyuan County to ask for help.

How to eat it, how to spit it out for me!On this side, Fu Shan was still thinking hard about how to find land for Song Qingshu, but on the other side, Zhao Sheng already had hundreds of hectares of land deeds in his hands.

This can also be regarded as the earliest application of bacterial weapons. Song Qingshu knew that the plague was transmitted from gerbils, and infected humans through fleas, bedbugs, etc. biting people, and then infecting other people through coughing droplets, that's good It's done, raise a batch of sick mice, and then collect the lice and bedbugs on the gerbils after a period of time, and wait for the gang of unlucky ghosts to leave, and then throw them on people in cold weather. It's really strange that he doesn't get sick !

Standing on the top of the city, looking at the detention camp outside Yuanping County, thirty or so terrified tyrants drank Coptis chinensis with bitter tongues, and then slapped penicillin with grinning teeth. several jars.

On one side of Yuanping, Zhao Sheng was an angel and on the other side was a devil. On the other side, Dai County, the base camp, was peaceful.

Song Qingshu really regretted it to death. He was so kind at the beginning. No matter how strong or poor the peasants came, as long as they came to seek medical treatment, the begging army would take them in. The poor peasants did not say that if they asked for antibiotics from Song Qingshu, the strong and strong who survived would be fine. There are 110 six, and the Daixian tyrants almost didn’t die in the plague, even the little fat man in Jijiazhuang survived, Song Qingshu picked up the corpses and collected the land afterwards, only a total of ten or twenty There is no owner of wasteland, this land, together with the begging army of nearly 7 hungry people, is really a drop in the bucket.

However, there are fewer deaths in Dai County, which is still beneficial. After the news spread, many wealthy businessmen and wealthy families came here to take refuge in the Xuanfu of Datong in the north, Taiyuan in Xinzhou in the south, and Quwo in Puzhou in the south. It brought up Dai County's economy.

In the past, Shi Tianfu had to rely on his relationship to push out from one area to another, but now, businessmen who see business opportunities are like sharks that smell blood, and they can't be driven away. The ready-made clothes in Dai County are too cheap. There is soap that can prevent the plague, and these are sold for money!
It didn't take long for Song Qingshu to regret it, the order was placed, and he became very busy in October and November, expanding the garment bureau, adding machines to the textile bureau, and the out of stock of soap made Dai County's breeding pigs poor. The preserved bacon was all hung on the wall, and Song Qingshu, who was in a hurry, squeezed all the peanuts that were originally intended to be eaten, and then used peanut oil to fill up.

On November 50th of the fifth year of Chongzhen, firecrackers were crackling on the banks of the Hutuo River. A rather large workshop was covered with red silk. With big red flowers hanging, each one of them kept holding their fists at the other gentry who came to congratulate them in a refreshed manner.

The commerce has been so prosperous these days, Song Qingshu has transferred more than 5000 usable refugees among the refugees, and distributed them to various workshops, but it is still not enough, and the Daixian Haoqiang who is watching is also jealous, considering After that, Song Qingshu simply asked them to buy shares. Today is the day when the Hutuo Textile Factory under Jiaduobao Company officially opened.

The peasants who stayed at home in winter in every village and village were all pulled out. A textile factory employed more than 1000 male workers and more than 3000 female workers. The workshop is on the east bank of the river, and the women's workshop is on the west bank of the river.

Fatty Ji took the lead, and several tycoons raised a total of 5000 taels of silver, plus the 5000 taels of Song Qingshu's shareholding, the annual production capacity of the Hutuohe Textile Factory is also quite impressive. If everything goes well, according to the trend of the past few months , the cost can be recovered in the first year.

Just survived the catastrophe, and now there is another golden way to make a fortune. At the door, Little Fatty Ji led the more than 50 small shareholders, who were really red-faced, and kept welcoming and seeing off guests, but as a major shareholder, Song Qingshu did not attend the opening ceremony ceremony.

This one hasn't started work yet, the whole huge factory is empty, the heating way has not been burnt, and it is cold and cold, and each cotton loom is an old thing that hasn't changed since Huang Daopo's time in the Yuan Dynasty. And it was done in a hurry, the whole workshop smelled of paint, and the sewing machine hadn't been tinkered with yet, and the stitching still had to be done by hand.

But it was such a backward factory, leading Sun Chuanting along the way, Song Qingshu still read it with gusto, as if looking at the autumn harvest wheat field, full of hope.

Sun Chuanting was obviously not interested in these things, and he followed Song Qingshu with a cold face, still muttering endlessly.

"Commander, silk and satin, hunger is not enough to eat, gold and jade are full, and cold is not sheltered! I heard that you plan to use [-] hectares of land to grow cotton next year, but the general still thinks it is worthless. These days, food is the fundamental , people will not panic when there is food, you see, should we reduce the size of the workshop?"

"Shrink?"

Listening, Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing.

"We have no shortage of livestock. Two people and two cows can produce 3 mu of land in one day, and 10 people are enough to cultivate the entire Dai County! Today, 1 people in Dai County are all in the field. Some food is not enough for [-] people!"

"Why is there not enough land in the world, because there are no other occupations to choose from besides farming! What I am doing now is to add a road to those refugees who have lost their land! As long as enough employment opportunities are created, people without land can also buy and sell Food, are you still afraid of turmoil in the world?"

The reason why Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty is called the budding of capitalism is because of the emergence of silk textile workshops that concentrated labor. But look at what Shanxi merchants did. It is indeed a well-developed commercial circulation, from Jiangnan to Russia. However, the basic production of Shanxi merchants is still a backward small workshop natural economy. When encountering the big machines booming in the West after the Industrial Revolution, they will naturally fail in a mess.

Today, Song Qingshu is cultivating the light industrial bourgeoisie among Shanxi merchants, and the fifty or so stupid gentry outside have no idea how meaningful this step they have taken is.

Sun Chuanting was obviously still a little unconvinced, but just as he was still arguing, Yuan Zongdi, the burly leader of Yuanping's hungry people who was more than two meters tall, suddenly came in from the outside with his head sullen.

"Master, there is movement over there!"

(End of this chapter)