Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1310 Shocking

   Seeing Fang Jifan standing still, Zhu Houzhao continued to wave to him: "Come on."

  Fang Jifan rolled his eyes and saw several eunuchs standing in the corner.

So he said with a smile: "Your Highness, the duty of the Son of Heaven is nothing more than propriety, and there is nothing more important than courtesy, and there is nothing more important than fame. Names and utensils are the only things you can do, and you can't be a fake person. Although Your Highness is the heir apparent, he supervises the country by order, just like the Son of Heaven. The matter of reviewing memorials is the job of the emperor and the prince of the country, and the ministers dare not do it alone."

  Zhu Houzhao sighed: "Old Fang, you are courageous in other things, but you are so cautious about these things."

  Fang Jifan smiled and ignored him.

  Zhu Houzhao immediately raised his head: "So many memorials are sent every day, most of them are useless, full of nonsense, and it's annoying to read. Lao Fang, since this palace is the supervisor, what do you have in mind?"

"Your Highness, supervising the country means defending the country. The key to defending the country lies in keeping the word. Your Highness, don't do anything, just follow the steps. As long as the real big things are not urgent, you can deal with them after your Majesty returns to Beijing." .”

  Zhu Houzhao took pictures of the case and was angry: "I dare to let Bengong be the prison boss here."

  Fang Jifan shook his head: "Your Highness calm down."

  The identity is different.

  In the past, you could call Zhu Houzhao Xiao Zhu, and you could fight with him.

   But since he is the supervisor of the country, then he is acting as the emperor, that is, the imperial power has been imposed on Zhu Houzhao. Fang Jifan has always had no intention of offending the imperial power.

   It's not that Fang Jifan is weak, but what era and what he did.

  Zhu Houzhao threw away the brush, and sighed: "Here is a memorandum, saying that there was another drought in Henan. In the draft of the cabinet, it is written that the Ministry of Households will provide relief, Jifan, what do you think?"

  Fang Jifan said: "In recent years, natural disasters have been frequent. If it is just relief, I think it may not be a complete policy."

  Zhu Houzhao frowned: "So, what should I do?"

"Place them." Fang Jifan said: "Henan has a large population. Although the land is fertile, after all, the land is limited. With such a large population, and in recent years, disasters have been frequent. A natural disaster, even if the court can provide relief in time, how many people will die? What about people?"

  Zhu Houzhao nodded: "That makes sense, so in your opinion, what should we do?"

  Fang Jifan said: "You might as well move some of the disaster victims out."

   "Move out." Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up: "Yes, we should move out. Isn't there a shortage of people in Beijing? By the way, Lao Fang, how to move out?"

  Fang Jifan coughs...

"It is not easy to buy land and build a new city, and it is not easy to settle so many people at once, and the cost is also expensive. They have to be fed and clothed, and most of them have just come out and cannot adapt. People need to be trained in skills, and for the old and the weak, they need to have adequate medical care to ensure that they can live and work in peace and contentment. Not only that, each workshop must also bear some responsibilities, Your Highness... I think... the most important thing right now is to share the difficult times ..."

  Zhu Houzhao began to ponder.

  The cost is astonishing.

  Human life is worthless. If you want people to live, you must support them. One hundred, one thousand, ten thousand people are fine, but what if the scale is huge?

  Zhu Houzhao said: "When I was in Xishan, I shared joys and sorrows with the common people, and I know how hard their lives are, hey..."

   Speaking of this, Zhu Houzhao couldn't help sighing.

  The life in Xishan is enough to make Zhu Houzhao, a heartless guy, feel touched.

  He said: "They are all the emperor's subjects, but now that the father is not here, then they are the subjects of this palace. After the feudal lord, do the math, if you want to relocate the population, how much silver will you need?"

  Fang Jifan said: "There are countless."

   This is the truth.

   Migration is something that cannot be opened.

  If it is a natural migration, it is fine, but once it is allowed to migrate in a disaster year, it will be the impact of hundreds of thousands or even millions of people, which is extremely terrifying.

  Once it cannot be properly dealt with, these tens of millions of people will breed dissatisfaction and resentment, and then incidents will occur.

   And with so many people moving out, they have to be able to support their families.

   Relying solely on relief from the imperial court is not enough.

  Although the current manpower in the capital is tight, there needs to be a benign process. This sudden population surge is bound to have an impact.

  Fang Jifan has always believed that the current situation is overcrowded.

  Take the Henan Chief Commissioner as an example, where all the land that should be reclaimed has been reclaimed, and many tenants can only rent and plant two or three acres of land to barely make ends meet.

   But these two or three acres of land, in terms of the yield per mu in this era, how can they be full.

  Obviously, a family can rent and plant ten acres, or even thirty or fifty acres of land is enough, but because there are too many people, it is enough to let oneself survive after being cured.

   These surplus populations are paid back in good years, but in bad years, it is a disaster.

To solve this problem, we must make a fuss about these populations, otherwise, relying on the imperial court's yearly relief, it is impossible to solve the fundamental problem. The future population will only increase, and it will continue to snowball. Until it is impossible to provide relief, at that time, a dynasty will naturally enter the process of rise and fall.

  Zhu Houzhao suddenly stood up, and he paced back and forth.

   In his mind, Zhu Houzhao thought about the scene when he lived with the refugees when he was in Xishan.

  Sewage flows across the river, living in a shed, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and barely eating enough to eat every day, I feel that this is a gift from God, and I am constantly grateful.

  Then...Compared to those refugees in Xishan, these victims, I'm afraid...living is more difficult.

Zhu Houzhao said: "The state treasury allocated some money and food to relocate the people. But in my view, the state treasury can't handle it, so I will spend it from the inside, how much it will cost, how much manpower and material resources will be needed... I don't care, At all costs. Domestic funds... all the current assets and stocks, as well as deposit silver, currently have more than 97,643,700 taels, of which stocks are the most, but if these stocks are sold at a price, It will inevitably lead to turmoil in the stock market.”

  Fang Jifan heard that there were nearly 100 million taels of silver in the internal funds, and he couldn't help but feel sour. Your Majesty has saved so much money?

   "This is easy to handle. You can use stocks as collateral to get a loan from Xishan Bank, but...if this is the case, it will inevitably cause inflation, but...don't worry, Your Highness, Xishan Bank will keep this inflation under control."

"That's it." Zhu Houzhao said: "The current monthly income of the internal treasury is quite a lot. The dividends from listed companies, as well as the dividends from Qianzhuang and many workshops in Xishan, and the repayment of loans are all pediatrics. Resettle these refugees. Where is it? Lao Fang, let’s take out a piece of land each, let’s take more land from this palace, let’s make a lot of money.”

Zhu Houzhao went on to say: "In the next six months, the Xishan Bank will take out 30 million taels of silver. As long as there is no problem with the bank, I will send the stocks in the internal treasury to the bank immediately as collateral. Now... This Palace will personally issue an edict."

  Zhu Houzhao is a vigorous and resolute person.

  He is a hot head, and once he has made up his mind, he can't pull back nine bulls.

  The problem of more people and less land, in history, has been throughout the middle of the Ming Dynasty until its demise, and no one can solve it.

   But now... there seems to be a solution.

  After all... Now there is silver in the inner treasury.

  Fang Jifan couldn't help saying: "Your Highness, do you want to give a memorial to Your Majesty?"

  Zhu Houzhao wrote an imperial edict with a few strokes.

  This edict has nothing to say at all, just an understatement: "Feng Tianjian, the prince of the country, said: Immediately order the Henan Chief Commissioner to relocate the disaster victims, and the quasi-disaster victims will relocate voluntarily. All the needs along the way will be borne by the government..."

Zhu Houzhao lowered his head and said: "Father is too temperamental to look forward and backward. When the memorials are published, he made up his mind. I'm afraid that the victims will starve to death. This is a top priority. Disaster relief is like firefighting. It's not a joke." Yes. And the father loves the people like a son, so there is nothing wrong with doing this. Even if he knows that the palace has made up his mind for him, he must be very happy. Lao Fang, why are you so wordy, you are more and more like my father gone."

  Fang Jifan sighed: "Yes, Your Majesty has always loved the people like a son. If he were in the situation of His Highness the Crown Prince, he would definitely do the same. My emperor is holy and has a kind heart."

  Zhu Houzhao threw the edict to the **** beside him: "Immediately...send it to the chief inspector for affixing a seal, and then send it to the cabinet, and tell them that there is no delay. If you delay, I will kill them."

"yes."

  After explaining these things, Zhu Houzhao suddenly seemed relieved, and was very happy: "I don't think it is difficult to govern the world. With Lao Fang assisting me, I can rest easy."

  Fang Jifan hurriedly said: "Your Highness, this is your own idea, but it has nothing to do with me, and I didn't say anything."

   "You instigated it." Zhu Houzhao said angrily, "If you don't believe me, I will check the daily notes." Then, he looked at a **** who was taking notes in the corner.

  Fang Jifan blushed to the ears: "Your Highness, this statement is absurd, I just made a suggestion, it is Your Highness..."

"It's the same." Zhu Houzhao waved his big hand back: "It's useless to say this now. It's good to think about how to deal with these victims next. This is not a joke. If you make any mistakes, you can't afford it." Walk around."

  Fang Jifan said: "Your Highness can't eat and walk around."

  Zhu Houzhao was not convinced: "You will die a little worse."

  Fang Jifan thought about it carefully, and found it very reasonable.

  He suddenly felt that he had been tricked, why did it seem that he was going to take the blame this time?

  Thinking about it carefully, I feel wrong, how could I come up with this idea? In the Ming Dynasty, a big country should cook small fish, and everything was hidden, and it was over.

  Could it be... that Fang Jifan, for the country and the people, has reached the point of insanity?

  Fang Jifan sighed inwardly.

  (end of this chapter)