Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 794 The Name of Loyalty

  Fang Jinglong's face was miserable.

   What a happy life.

  Guarding one side by himself, his son has become a captain-in-law, and the family has countless money.

  The family background of the Fang family is like a spring.

  Fang Jinglong felt that he should enjoy a few years of blessings. When his daughter and grandson grew up, he would have grandchildren and great-grandchildren. What a happy day.

  But who would have expected...

  Build a new palace.

  He can understand, flattering the emperor, Xiao Fang has a high awareness of this, but when he saw the scale of the new palace and the money and food needed, Fang Jinglong was scared to pee.

   "Sin!" Fang Jinglong raised his head to the sky and screamed.

  All the good things have been smashed to pieces. My son is not calm at all. His brain disease has relapsed. We must stop him.

  Fang Jinglong was in a hurry, and was about to rush out of the hall, saying: "Prepare the horse, prepare the horse!"

   Mrs. Liu hurriedly stopped him: "My master is guarding Guizhou and Jiaozhi. He didn't get the emperor's order. How could he leave his post without authorization? What happened?"

  Fang Jinglong held the letter and danced wildly in the void: "What else can I do, the family is about to disappear."

  Mr. Liu immediately went to write a letter, and when she looked at it, her face was pale with fear.

   "My lord, calm down first. Could this be Ji Fan's scheme?"

"How dare he deceive Jun Wangshang? The site has been selected, the scale has been determined, and even the blueprints for the building have been submitted. If he can't build it, he will just deceive Jun Wangshang. If it is built, the Fang family will become poor gone."

"Oh my God." Fang Jinglong's eyes filled with tears, and he beat his heart: "Even if the Fang family has mountains of gold and silver, it's not enough for this kid to lose like this. No, I want to write a letter, and I want to return to Beijing. late."

"It's too late." Mrs. Liu looked extremely calm: "Since it's a done deal, even if His Majesty doesn't want to take the trouble of succeeding the feudal clan and allows him to go back on his word, how can the people of the world treat the Fang family? This is a beautiful talk of loyalty and filial piety. In a blink of an eye, It has become a joke. What's more, at this time, the master is respected by the government and the public in the name of loyalty. If he returns to Beijing in a hurry, who would not know that the master loves the money and is reluctant. I am afraid that he will suffer People ridicule, the Fang family has reached this point today, money is something outside of the body, and the real value is reputation. It is the loyalty of dying with Ming Dynasty, sharing wealth, and living with the country! It is a plan for the country that has been passed down for generations. , the reputation of making contributions to the country. Without these, the Fang family would be a rootless tree, boundless water, and money would become a curse instead."

  Fang Jinglong still couldn't accept it: "But... we must save some, our family is going to eat chaff."

"It's better to eat bran and swallow vegetables than to be laughed at by the world." Mrs. Liu grabbed Fang Jinglong: "Master, if you leave the green hills there, you won't have to worry about firewood. Now, now that we have reached this point, not only will it be useless to stop it, but it will be a waste of time." Let others look down on you."

  The implication is that the P I asked to have to finish with tears.

  Fang Jinglong's old tears are majestic, so easy to say.

   "But what will others think of Jifan? They will say that he is a fool!"

  Liu frowned: "It's better to be a loyal fool than a villain who goes back on his word."

   "..." Fang Jinglong was speechless, so he could only cover his heart: "My heart hurts."

  Liu said: "Master, this concubine will rub your heart for you."

  Fang Jinglong sighed, as if rationally told him that he could only do this: "No, I'll write a letter to Guanshi Yang first."

  …

  Hexi.

  A large number of refugees have already poured in here. After Jiang Chen carefully explored the mining area, he identified a large number of minerals that are easy to mine, and then organized manpower to dig.

  A few days ago, because of a group of Tatars, the Hexi mining area was tense for a while, but then everything returned to calm.

  With mines, there will be people, and with people, a lot of food will be needed.

  The price of grain in Hexi suddenly soared, which was several times that in the pass.

  So, on the one hand, some people began to collect grain from Guanzhong, and came here to sell and resell it.

   On the other hand, many people who are unwilling to engage in high-strength mineral mining have also begun to reclaim in Lanzhou.

   After all, it is too profitable to be able to grow food. The same catty of grain, grown in Guanzhong, costs three copper coins, but here, it can be sold for at least twelve copper coins.

   This is almost turning planting into huge profits.

Some people who saw the business opportunity actually began to migrate here with their clans. The big clans in Guanzhong, these big clans, are overcrowded with their children. Although they also have land, most of them are owned by the patriarch. There are many children, and life is hard. Haha, within the clan, there have long been complaints.

So simply, a family of hundreds of people moved here directly. Everyone is of the same clan, and they have a mutual support. If they encounter Tatars who are alone, they can build a stronghold to protect themselves. I had no choice but to admit that I was unlucky and return to Lanzhou City.

   But once there is no major war, cultivating here is almost the same as getting rich. Not only is the price of food high, but there are many unowned lands.

  Therefore, there are especially many big families who moved here to farm, and the latecomers had to continue to go deep into Hexi to find more fertile land for reclamation.

  The land on the west of the river is run through by the Yellow River all the way. There are various climates. Some places are a desert, but some places have a lot of aquatic plants, and some places have soil and climate that are no less than those in the south of the Yangtze River.

There are a lot of people who cultivate, so they need to exchange materials. Small market towns formed spontaneously one by one, and people here, buy farm tools, buy and sell grain, cattle and sheep. In the market towns, because of the need to supply the needs of the miners, they began to appear. After the wine workshop, some simple entertainment facilities appeared.

  People with various accents began to communicate with each other at this time, making this place more and more prosperous.

  Jiang Chen sat in Poluwei.

  Poluwei has now become the most prosperous town outside Lanzhou City.

   Around here, only simple rammed earth was used to build the city wall, but because of this place, it has become the only way for all people entering and leaving Hexi, and most of the people who moved their families also passed here.

  Many miners rarely have two days off in January, and they are willing to walk tens of miles of mountain roads.

  Jiang Chen couldn't relax at all.

  The prosperity in front of me is nothing but the moon in the water.

  Once the Tatars attack, there is almost no danger to defend the west of the river, especially with so many fields that have been reclaimed, it is almost tantamount to courting death.

  When the time comes, the Tatars only need to arrive to turn all the land here into their horse farms again.

   "It's not good, it's not good." Deng Jian hurried over.

  Deng Jian became darker, thinner, and even uglier.

   Human ugliness can only be blamed on parents. After all, it has nothing to do with society, so his psychology is still healthy.

  As Fang Jifan's confidant, his main responsibility is to manage the mine's income.

  Jiang Chen jumped up suddenly: "What happened?"

"Tatars, there are Tatars, there are a lot of Tatars. The people were frightened and hid in the stockade one after another. Fortunately, everyone has only plowed and irrigated the land now, and they have to wait for the next year to plant seeds, otherwise ..."

  Jiang Chen said with a livid face, "Follow me."

  He adjusted his clothes, rode a horse himself, and rode for dozens of miles to visit.

   Far away, he saw a mighty team.

  Jiang Chen was taken aback.

   After a while, the Lanzhou guard scouts from King Su in Lanzhou city came.

   Obviously, His Royal Highness King Su also felt that something was unusual, so he sent someone to inquire.

  This... there are tens of thousands of people, and the team behind is mighty...God knows...how many more.

   This is definitely an extremely large-scale military operation in Hexi for decades. These Tatars... crazy?

  Jiang Chen took out the binoculars, but suddenly felt strange again.

   These Tatars did not ride horses, but walked on foot.

   Occasionally, there are a few skinny horses in the team, which are particularly outstanding.

   Without horses, carts would be difficult to move in the mud on the grasslands. Therefore, there were no carts unique to the Tatars in the team.

  They just brought all kinds of belongings with them, all in ragged clothes, with disheveled faces, and some even staggered here with their feet dangling.

   "It doesn't look like Tatar cavalry!" Jiang Chen frowned, communicating with the scouts in Lanzhou City.

   The scouts obviously had seen Tatar cavalry before, and they couldn't help nodding.

After some time, the person on the skinny horse in the team came first, but he walked towards Jiang Chen and the others alone, and then got off the horse. Grass clippings, with bloodshot eyes, saluted, and then said in blunt Chinese: "I am Wumutulu... His Royal Highness the Prince of Ming Dynasty, I am here to attach myself to you, please save people, I am already hungry. Three children have died, and the other children are all dying, His Royal Highness, promised to give us some food for the Umutu people, we...we..." He blushed for a long time before saying: "So ,we are coming!"

  Jiang Chen was stunned.

  To be honest, he has seen all kinds of turbulent waves since he became a teacher.

  Even if someone told him that his wife, who was thousands of miles away, had done something indescribable with him in a dream, and thus became pregnant, he would definitely believe it.

  In the world, what else is unacceptable?

   But now...

  Jiang Chen was a little confused.

   These people...really Tatars?

   Shouldn’t the Tatars be fierce and brutal, never willing to admit defeat, rebellious?

   But looking at this poor man, with a begging look on his face, this man does not look like a Tatar, he is no different from ordinary people.

  Jiang Chen frowned and looked at the Tatar: "How many of you are there?"

   "More than 4,000 people. On the way, people from other ministries will gradually join in. The number may be more than 10,000."

  ………

  The first chapter was delivered, I didn’t eat in the morning, I went to class, I didn’t eat at noon, I quickly coded, ate some biscuits, and continued to class.

  (end of this chapter)