Bringing Military Supplies to Ming Dynasty

“Well, that’s the case, just ask. All Ministers, Yang Minister, no matter what you ask you, just answer it truthfully.” Emperor Yingzong saw that Yang Chendong said With a certainty, he suppressed his curiosity, he wanted to see what idea this person was making.

“Thanks His Imperial Majesty.” With the permission of the Holy Spirit, Yang Chendong first cup one fist in the other hand to thank him, and then his eyes turned to look at the civil and military ministers on both sides of the Imperial Court.

With a glance, many of the ministers involuntarily bowed their heads. They can’t figure out what this Yang Family Sixth Young Master is going to do? What questions will be asked, if it is about confidentiality and privacy, do you want to answer it?

If you don’t answer, you are deceiving you! If you answer, you may be trapped. At this moment, many people scold Yang Chendong in the heart and scold him for his troubles.

As for the mentality of everyone, Yang Chendong did not want to think too much. The reason why he did this was just for the next plan that’s all. There is a saying, only when there is contrast, it will be deeply rooted in people’s hearts. What he is looking for now is the technique of contrast. “Dare to ask which one is High Official Wang Zuo Lord Wang?”

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden heavy sigh in the Imperial Court. Obviously, these people couldn’t help but relax a lot when they saw that Yang Chendong didn’t say his name, so that the breath of breathing became a little heavier.

When the voice fell, one person walked out of the front desk of the Imperial Court, his appearance was condensed, he looked like a minister, and he was about sixty years old. “This old official is Wang Zuo, but I don’t know if Governor Yang has something to ask?”

Wang Zuo is the word Meng Fu. He has a thorough knowledge of Hundred Schools of Thought and is good at financial management. At that time, he was a High Official of the Ministry of Households.

“Lord Wang, the small official is polite. Today I am called Lord Wang. I want to ask, do I have enough food for Great Ming and do the people have enough food and clothing?” Yang Chendong is still very respectable for people with ability. When facing Wang Zuo’s bow, he felt very sincere.

Wang Zuo has invaded dozens of officialdoms, what kind of person is it like that you haven’t seen? Has long been tempered into fiery eyes. Whether Yang Chendong’s gift was sincere or not, he naturally divided it. Seeing that they were sincerely asking for advice, he replied: “My Great Ming still has enough food. As for the people’s food and clothing, there are still some frontiers that have not been completely resolved.”

It is this old official, and is quick to respond. . Obviously, food is not enough, but what Piansheng said is so euphemistic that he answered it in terms of regions. In this way, even if Yang Chendong said next, when someone was not eating enough, he still had something to refute. It was not completely powerless to fight back.

Yang Chendong did not comment on Wang Zuo’s old words. This was not the main point, so he continued to ask, “Lord Wang, why am I Great Ming His Imperial Majesty Enlightened Sovereign, The courtiers are dedicated, in such a period of victory, there will still be people who can’t eat enough?”

“Governor Yang, pay attention to your words and deeds. Don’t deviate from the topic.” Ministry of Rites High Official Hu Ying hasn’t spoken, but suddenly reminded him that Yang Chendong’s words were a bit radical.

It’s not that Hu Ying is embarrassing Yang Chendong, on the contrary, he is still helping this child. How can I say that Hu Changning has something to do because of him, and with this, he has to show something.

“Many thanks, my lord, the small official will pay attention.” Yang Chendong didn’t know Hu Ying, and he didn’t know who he was. It’s just that from the other person’s words, he can feel a trace of kindness, and now he cup one fist in the other hand to thank. Then, when looking towards Wang Zuo, the wind changed: “Lord Wang, how much arable land do I have in Great Ming, and how many people do I have? The land is based on the yield per mu, and how many people can it support? “

This question is directly related to the foundation of the country, and Wang Zuo will naturally not answer lightly. But he was able to answer some questions, “The ratio of land to population is slightly lacking. The average yield of land is about two stones per mu. If it is a harvest year, the people will have no worries about food, but if it is a disaster year , It will be a little stretched.”

Wang Zuo’s answer is reasonable and well-founded, and it points directly to God, which means that the people’s farming is originally dependent on the sky for food, if the weather is smooth and rainy, it will naturally be the country and the people, and the food will be harvested. On the contrary, the problem does not lie with the people, but with the sky.

“Yes, yes, no one can tell the temper of this god, whether it is a good weather or a year of drought or flood, no one can predict.” For a while, the following ministers spoke suddenly. At the beginning, they seemed to be sighing something, but in fact they were telling Yang Chendong that this God’s temper was not controlled by anyone. Therefore, it is reasonable to have insufficient food for a while.

The discussion below is that Emperor Yingzong Zhu Qizhen, seated high on Dragon Throne, nodded in agreement. He has heard this statement more than once, and he also thinks it is reasonable and reasonable. Sometimes because of natural disasters, the Imperial Censor directly pointed out that he was His Imperial Majesty, and the emperor did something inappropriate. of. He was so angry every time he was not light, and there was no way to refute it.

Everyone is thinking about something, or whispering something. Coldly, Yang Chendong standing in the Imperial Court suddenly said: “Then dare to ask Lord Wang, if there is a grain that can break through two stones per mu, will it change the problem of grain shortage?”

“en?” Wang Zuo, who was asked, asked instinctively, “But I don’t know what Governor Yang said, what is the number after the breakthrough two stones per mu?”

“What if the small official said it was fifteen stones?” After several questions, Yang Chendong finally threw out the ultimate weapon he had planned for a long time.

Quiet…

It’s extremely quiet.

It turned out that there was still some lively Imperial Court. The moments before the moment became audible, everyone was breathing in at this brief moment, and even more so, they stared directly. The mouth was open, and there was no problem visually plugging a light bulb into that mouth.

“Shua!”

After extreme quietness, there is turbulence. I saw Wang Zuo, who was already in his sixties, suddenly became much more agile. He rushed to the front of Yang Chendong with a stride, violently stretched out his hands and grabbed Yang Chendong’s hands with thunder, and asked excitedly in his eyes. Then, “Governor Yang, what you said just now is true?”

At this moment, everyone’s eyes rested on Yang Chendong, just waiting for his answer. If this person dares to say that it is a joke now, it is estimated that many people’s spitting stars will be sprayed on his face immediately, and even exaggerated that it is possible to submerge him.

Yang Chendong feels that he is already very vigilant, but Wang Zuo still has a strong grasp. This shows that the potential power is really endless.

“That…that…”

Seeing that Yang Chendong didn’t answer, but rather hesitated. Wang Zuo was worried that the other party was joking. He urged, “What about this and that, Governor Yang said quickly?”

Yang Chendong blushed, “That Lord Wang, you hurt my hand.”

“Uh…” was replaced by Wang Zuo’s old face blushing, and now he let go of his hands, but his expression was still extremely nervous, “Quickly, what you just said is the truth?”

“Yes. It’s just that the fifteen shi per mu yielded by me means…”

Before Yang Chendong could say anything, the courtiers on the side spoke quickly and said: “It looks like this should be It’s a special case. Are you kidding me, how could there be such a high yield per mu in the world.”

“It’s not necessarily, even if it’s the fifteen stone that can reach the extreme occasionally, it usually costs five. Right and left, the Yijing is very high.” Some people fight the injustice for Yang Chendong.

Yang Chendong, who was about to speak, suddenly heard what he said, and did not mean to go on. Instead, he stood there and looked around, waiting for them to finish speaking.

“You all shut up the old man.” Wang Zuo can’t stand it anymore. As a High Official of the Ministry of Households of a country, money and food are what he deals with most.

And food is the foundation of a country!

Without food, soldiers can’t eat, so what victory will they win?

Without food, the people cannot eat, so they can only rebel.

Without food, the country will not be the country, and the foundation will be unstable. But the land in a country is that many, and the number of people is increasing year by year. In order to solve this problem, Wang Zuo does not know how many solutions he has thought of. But never found a way. I originally thought that this would be the only way in my lifetime, and the matter would only be left to future generations to solve.

I never thought that Yang Chendong suddenly stood up and said that there was a grain yield of about 15 shi per mu. How could he not be overjoyed. The words are now being said at the critical time, and there are indeed other ministers who are talking coldly on the sidelines, how can they make people angry?

Wang Zuo’s scolding, the officials who had been agitated in an instant became quiet again. This shows that Wang Zuo still has a certain prestige among the courtiers. That’s true. If you offend this person, he will wear a small shoe to anyone. When it comes to asking for money, you will dial a little later, and you will find an excuse to dial less. I am afraid that no one will be able to bear it.

The audience was quiet again. When Wang Zuo looked towards Yang Chendong, his eyes showed eager expectations, “Governor Yang, they all shut up, please keep talking.”

“Okay.” Yang Chendong nodded, and then a few smiles suddenly appeared on his face: “The 15 shi per mu yield I said refers to the year of the catastrophe. Even a normal year can reach about 20 shi. If it is a good year, it is not unusual to reach 25 shi.”

“bang!”

At this moment, the Imperial Court was unable to calm down. Everyone looked towards Yang Chendong in an unheard way, and the heavy breathing was everywhere.

“Do you need me to repeat it?” Yang Chendong seemed to be used to this sudden atmosphere, and asked Wang Zuo with a smile.

“Need, need.” Wang Zuo’s head nodded as quickly as a chicken pecking at rice.

“I said that 15 shi per mu is the lowest yield, up to 20, even 25 shi is possible.” Yang Chendong once again said with a certain tone.