Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 271 Han Daochang

  Zhu Houzhao seemed a little discouraged.

  He didn't know that the sprouted potatoes in Fang Jifan's hands were actually the real trump card.

  Because this thing, as a cold-resistant crop, is very suitable for cultivation in Liaodong and the desert.

  In fact, in the previous world where Fang Jifan lived, the main potato-producing areas were Inner Mongolia and Northeast China. Not only that, but even Outer Mongolia used potatoes as a staple food.

Food, once food can be grown in the field, it means that more people can be fed, and more people will need more land. What is a gentry society? A gentry society does not pursue the accumulation of wealth, but they There is a heartfelt longing for the land, especially the land that can produce food.

  The princes in the Daming Temple are opposed to fighting the Tatars, and they don’t even think about taking the initiative to attack. Why is this? This is because large-scale wars did not bring them the slightest benefit. On the contrary, once a big war is imminent, a large number of strong men will be conquered, so who will cultivate the tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land in their family will not be beneficial. Still at a disadvantage.

   But what if a large amount of new land can be obtained? What's more, the land that can produce food is still obtained...

Fang Jifan has never believed that the gentry and landlords behind the princes in the court are good stubble, don't look at them shouting benevolence and morality, sir, these grandsons are fighting for a source of water and a few pieces of land. In the countryside, if you dare to organize hundreds or even thousands of people to fight with weapons, and a few people in the clan will not die in a year, you are too embarrassed to go out to meet people.

  The whole desert is so vast, compared to the dozens of acres of paddy fields, it is really like the difference between the brightness of stars and the light of fireflies.

Zhu Houzhao looked lazy, but he still lay on the ground, pouted PIGU, and tried his best to straighten the bean sprouts that had been planted in the ground, while observing the little sprouts: "In the desert, there are grains , Da Ming can solve the Tatars forever?"

   "Yes, as long as the desert can become Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall, it will be fine."

  Zhu Houzhao thought about it, felt something was wrong, and turned to Fang Jifan with a gray face: "But my palace looks at the ministers in the court, and they don't have the slightest interest in the desert. They just want to stay in the customs."

Fang Jifan smiled slightly, and he decided to teach Zhu Houzhao a good lesson, so he put down the dagger in his hand: "Your Highness, in this world, don't look at what people say, we Han people are human beings, and the Tatars outside the pass are also human beings. People, then, actually follow a law that began with the Three Sovereigns and Five Sovereigns.”

   "What rules." Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan seriously.

  If it is said that Zhu Houzhao learned the so-called empathy and unity of knowledge and action from Wang Shouren.

   Then what I learned from Fang Jifan, nine out of ten is full of bad water.

Fang Jifan said: "The prosperity of the world is all for profit, and the world is full of hustle and bustle for profit. All the principles of people are for profit. The Tatars crazily harassed my Ming Dynasty for profit, and the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty opposed Da Ming. The use of troops on a large scale is also for profit. Otherwise, why do I occupy the most affluent land in Ming Dynasty? Could it be that your highness thinks that the territory of my great man is bordered by the sea in the east, the plateau in the west, and is full of miasma and forests in the south? dense forest, and the desert to the north.”

"Your Highness, don't you understand? Our ancestors laid down for us the most affluent land in the world. Your Highness thought that in this rich land, there used to be only Han people? No, in fact, there are many people here. There are many people, but unfortunately, their luck is not very good, and they were born to occupy the good fertile land. They were either killed and wiped out, or they were driven to the desert, to the dense forest full of miasma, or In the dense forest where you can't even breathe well. Your Highness really thinks that the ancestors really relied on benevolence, righteousness and etiquette, or the "Zhou Rituals" that began with Zhou Gong, to lay down the eternal foundation."

"Actually, we are all the same as the Tatars outside the customs, at least in our bones, they are all driven by interests. The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty opposed large-scale military use, not because of their benevolence, righteousness and etiquette, but because, They have nothing to gain, can Your Highness understand what I mean?"

  Zhu Houzhao scratched his head: "The Tatars are really the same as us? There is no difference at all?"

   "There is still a little bit." Fang Jifan sighed: "Although the Tatars and us are the same in their bones, the former is a stinky BIAOZI."

  Zhu Houzhao bared his teeth: "Yes, these stinky shameless things, what about us?"

  Fang Jifan said calmly: "We are different from them, we are more advanced, and we are BIAOZI with a memorial archway."

  Zhu Houzhao fell silent, and began to think about it.

Fang Jifan was still rambling aside: "Actually, what kind of benevolence, righteousness and morality, if in our Ming Dynasty, such as Jiangxi, if a country within a country suddenly appeared, this Jiangxi is a land of fish and rice, and the land is fertile. Believe it or not, tomorrow The civil and military courts of the Manchu Dynasty are crazy as if they want to destroy the country of Jiangxi without leaving any dregs. The foundation of the Tatars is not in their riding and shooting, but because they are too poor and put them in the millstone. , Oil stars can’t be squeezed out, whoever has the motivation to start a war will fight in vain, wasting the power of the country and the people, wasting countless money and food, even if the barbarians are swept away, so what, those wastelands are worthless, and in the end The Han people still have to go back to the pass to farm, but decades later, there will be new Hu people rising in the desert, which is very annoying."

  Zhu Houzhao thinks it makes sense: "So, the root of everything is to plant food in the desert. Once the food is planted, we will fight in Ming Dynasty?"

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao admiringly. In history, because Zhu Houzhao secretly went to Datong, commanded a large army to fight against the Tatars, achieved great victories, and finally returned to Beijing. One piece, scolding Zhu Houzhao for making nonsense.

Fang Jifan took a deep look at Zhu Houzhao: "If we can really grow food, all the officials will be eager to provoke the Tatars immediately. If anyone can lead the army to defeat the Tatars, in the history of thousands of years, this person is bound to be killed by everyone." Not only that, all the people in the world will praise this person’s merits, the entire Ming army will demand purge at the request of civil and military officials, and they will mobilize their troops. The scholars will shout, the Tatars will kill me Parents, insulting my wife and daughter, the hatred is irreconcilable. They will write poems all day long, "The yellow sand wears the golden armor, and if you don't break the Loulan, you will never return it." They will sing "Hu Wuren, Han Daochang" , and then sent countless men outside the pass to compete with the Tartars."

   Zhu Houzhao's eyes sparkled.

   Isn't that what Zhu Houzhao hoped for?

   "Old Fang, will what you said appear?"

Fang Jifan curled his lips: "So, we have to grow grain, that's what we do in the Thousand Households of the Tuntian, to prevent grain from growing in the desert, what we say is false, we can't see the real thing, we can't see the real thing Good thing, who cares about you."

  Zhu Houzhao said happily: "Let's plant, or send a team of people from Qianhusuo to try to plant outside the pass? What should we plant? Wheat?"

  Fang Jifan said calmly: "There is no rush, just wait."

   "What are you waiting for?" Zhu Hou looked after Fang Jifan.

  Fang Jifan was expressionless: "Wait for something that can change the fate of my Ming Dynasty to appear, and when it can be completely cultivated successfully, everything will come naturally, and a link related to interests will be completely opened up."

  Zhu Houzhao excitedly squeezed the potato in his hand and trembled: "Then I wait, what are you talking about?"

"Don't ask too much, Rong Chen set up a memorial archway." Fang Jifan didn't continue. The cultivation of potatoes is more troublesome than sweet potatoes. The promotion of sweet potatoes is very fast. This is because it is easy to raise seedlings of sweet potatoes, but potatoes...have a lot of trouble , solve this problem first.

   "You said..." Zhu Houzhao couldn't help thinking of one thing: "Will the Tatars really attack Jinzhou?"

   "Hasn't Your Highness already made a judgment?"

   "But Ben Gong has no idea."

Fang Jifan smiled: "If your Highness has his own judgment, then he should believe in himself. If a person can't even trust himself, how can he let the world believe him? In the future, His Highness will be a person who will do great things. If His Highness hesitates, everyone in the world will Everyone will panic, if the world is uncertain, then the people in the world will be even more at a loss."

  Zhu Houzhao unexpectedly discovered that what Lao Fang said was very reasonable, but Lao Fang's mouth had always been reasonable, and he smiled: "You are right!"

  ………

   Jinzhou City.

   This fortress, which was originally erected by the military, has gradually taken the shape of a city, and with the influx of a large number of 'refugees', it has suddenly become prosperous.

  It's a pity that behind the prosperity, the problems that arise are enough to make people stomp their feet.

  A large number of refugees abandoned their homes and hid under the walls. In this cold winter in Liaodong, after a night, an unknown number of people fell asleep and could not wake up again.

  Although many people brought a lot of cotton cloth when they brought their families, the snow fell on the cotton cloth, and many people had no tiles on it.

  The voices of cursing the new imperial envoy and that dead **** Liu Jin were everywhere.

  For a while, there were already complaints.

   This is no longer ordinary people who are dissatisfied, and even the local guard commanders, patrol censors, and middle officials began to feel their hearts jumping towards this "uncle".

  Their reports have spread to the capital long ago, not only in the capital, but what is the situation.

   But they know that if this goes on like this, Jinzhou City is about to mutiny. The people outside the pass are no more than those inside the pass. They are more numerous and less obedient. It is definitely not a joke to make a fuss.

   And Liu Jin obviously felt bad too.

When he came to Jinzhou, he had already made a lot of money. Under the banner of the Eastern Palace, he had packed several boxes with gold, silver and jewels in the courtyard where he stayed. At first, he was worried about how to bring these boxes back. Later, he became more and more aware that something was wrong.

  If the Tatars didn't come here...would I and Ouyang Zhi have been tossing around here...would they have been slaughtered and used to appease the anger of the soldiers and civilians?

  ………

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  (end of this chapter)