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Chapter four hundred and fortieth: press on the ground and rub

Tang Yin was very calm, so calm.

He was a scholar. Back then, he had a side of being unafraid of kings and princes, so he often made arrogant words, which also led to Tang Yin's tragedy in history.

But... since he followed Fang Jifan and became a disciple of Fang Jifan, he changed it and completely changed this bad habit.

In the past, he was the king and prince, but now he is the king and prince, besides his mentor, he is the king and prince.

Just kidding, even in the Hanlin Academy, even when facing Shangguan, he dared to point at others' noses and scold, but he didn't dare to say anything. He said with a grievance, "Editor Tang shouldn't do this, just say something."

Although a strong dragon cannot defeat the local snake, the so-called local snake in Ningbo Prefecture is nothing. At this level, he draws all the way from the east of Ningbo Prefecture to the west of the city. Who dares to compare?

So Tang Yin was very calm. When he came here, he would do his own thing as long as he followed the instructions of his mentor and did his own thing well. He would not care about local affairs and would not bother to take care of them. He was ordered to train troops and provide disaster relief. These two things can be guaranteed. Unless someone who was blind and really hit the gun, it would have nothing to do with him.

Wen Yansheng was silent for a long time, Fang Jifan...

No wonder it sounds familiar.

I seem to have heard of it.

He looked at Tang Yin, and when he saw that he was calm and calm, he felt at ease. He smiled slightly and bowed: "Then, I will feel relieved."

He still wants to explain that the gun is easy to block and the hidden arrows are hard to prevent, but after thinking about it, he is so confident, forget it.

He carried his big yellow croaker and went there happily.

The fish is so fat and delicious at first glance. I go home to make soup.

...

The next morning, the majestic Zhenguo Duke set sail again. Before setting sail, boxes of copper coins were moved out, and countless broken silvers were left. Tang Yin said nothing and said to the people: "The last time I sailed, I earned 973 taels of silver. Each person took one tael of silver to be regarded as a reward. The remaining silver was ordered by my teacher to repair ships, order fishing nets, salamanders, and new ships. The ones we hung were the Zhenguo Mansion flag and the Zhenguo Mansion Navy, which will be built from today. You are the backbone."

When everyone heard that they were one tael of silver, everyone went crazy.

These poor people didn't even want their lives to eat to eat, but they didn't expect that they could only give one or two silver dollars in the three-day round trip.

Many people cried.

Getting married is a place to settle down.

If you go to sea a few more trips in the next month, wouldn’t that be? After one month, you will not only eat and drink in the camp, but also be as simple as ten taels of silver.

In a year, you can save a hundred taels of silver. What does this mean? This is a family of small wealth. In some poor places, it has already reached the threshold of a gentry family.

Of course, they will not be gentry in their lives. In this life, they can only rely on hard work to allow their descendants to step into the threshold that once made them look up to.

The crowd began to surge.

Many people bowed directly: "Thank you, editor, great kindness..."

Hu Kaishan grinned. He likes everyone to live a good life. He knows too much about poverty and understands how potential these guys who have been poor for the 18th generation of ancestors will burst out once they have hope.

"Everyone is standing! Get ready to sail!"

The sailors were immediately imposing, and the editor gave them a full meal. They had decided to bleed the editor long ago, and now they gave them a huge hope that they no longer planned to die.

What is life? If there are some people, it is a mountain of gold and silver; but if there are some people, it is just a string of money.

Unfortunately, they are the latter. They have been accustomed to working hard for a bunch of money since the 18th generation of their ancestors, because once they lose their lives, their wives and daughters will have to put in straw labels and be sold. How much can they be exchanged for? It's a joke, but it's just a bunch of money.

Their eyes are already red.

Everyone boarded the ship and was full of energy.

With money, you have to find a way to improve the efficiency of fishing. Therefore, more than 200 taels of silver were purchasing fishing tools everywhere, and even... Tang Yin wanted to configure crossbows.

Outside the port.

Countless people watched the majestic official account of the country and slowly began to leave Hong Kong.

Someone cried.

They...really went fishing.

This means that the promises of the sailors are true. These guys are likely to come back in three days and then take a large ship of fish, which is still a penny per pound, and are sold directly.

What a terrible thing this is.

The victims of Ningbo can rely on these big yellow croakers to survive this disaster.

Not only that, in the future... If people continue to play like this, the price of this rice...

Rice prices have begun to plummet.

From more than thirty words, it was cut in half at once.

But in fact, after being cut in half, the people who came to buy rice were still deserted. The atmosphere of rice spent in the rice shops created by the rice shops is now gone.

The gentry who hoarded food began to panic.

Big yellow croaker is so delicious? You have to eat some rice, it is not healthy not to eat rice.

But in fact, even after eating the fish they bought, the victims would rather be hungry than come to buy rice, because... after a few days or two, they would have a penny of fish to eat. We poor people have nothing, but they can just go hungry.

So not only did the rice prices become unstable, but the land prices also began to loosen.

Originally, everyone was still sharpening their knives and waiting to take advantage of this disaster to annex some land, but now... the land price has dropped, and even the gentry didn't dare to annex.

Land is grain, and that’s right. When there are too many grains and few people, when most people are hungry, then land prices will inevitably be unattainable because this is a non-renewable resource, and now.

Someone cried, but it was not good. This was not kind to prepare for the Japanese guards. This was a competition for profit with the people. They sold fish and made a fortune. How could they sell fish?

So many people began to go home, compile books, and complained to their relatives who were officials at home. On the one hand, in the prefect's office, a group of gentry with red eyes came to the door.

They all have the status of Juren and scholars, so there is no need to kneel down. They have a deep foundation. Some of their ancestors were Jinshi, and some were officials. Therefore, they naturally act on an equal footing with the prefect Wen Yansheng. To be honest, they look down on Wen Yansheng very much. This person is just a Jinshi of the third grade. He is lucky and became a magistrate. Although he is a parent official, who is like them, who has no relatives in the court?

Everyone raised their feet, held teacups, and blew the tea foam. Although they were anxious, they still needed to be calm on their faces: "Is the water village's preparations for the Japanese guards not doing their jobs, so can they be worthy of the imperial court? All your salary and salary are all the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's fat and the Japanese pirates are rampant now. They don't want to fight against the Japanese, but they are fishing here. What are they doing? Are they worthy of the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's fat and the people's?"

Wen Yansheng smiled: "Everyone, it seems that there is not much grain tax, right?"

Bang! Someone slapped the table and was angry.

They are gentry and have fame. To be honest, in addition to fame and fortune, and with some secret operations, they are almost exempt from taxes. Someone sternly said: "What do you mean? We are not the people, not the people? Prefect Wen, you are your parents and officials, and you are not the people. Is this bullying us?"

Wen Yansheng felt angry. He usually begged grandpa and asked you to give alms some food, but you refused to hide so much food secretly. Now, now you are preparing the Japanese guards to save people, but you are anxious. Wen Yansheng said seriously: "You are the people, but on the street, the hungry people are also the people. They have never read books, they don't know how to speak, and they can't see our mansion. Therefore, these people have become blind, mute, and deaf. You have studied books, and there are some officials in the family, and you have been a thousand days. Even if there is a major disaster, you can't starve you. You say that you are the people every day, and you still have to make the decision for you. You don't have any losses in your business, and you will eat all the benefits when you encounter a bad situation. Now it is the year of a great disaster. Those people who have no eyes and are silent can finally survive, but what are you doing here?"

Wen Yansheng was furious. He was in office for three years and endured this group of birds every day. He had enough. These guys who had studied but had a bad heart. They usually had a big fish and meat, and they were delicious and delicious. Until now, they still had the nerve to come: "Don't you just want to force me to submit? If you have the ability to find the Japanese guards, Isn't it just that if our mansion refuses to agree with you, you will impeach us? Come on, impeach us, don't deceive people too much."

He roared, but it scared the person.

Everyone was silent.

At this time, another servant came: "Here, come, the majestic official account of Zhenguo is back again. It turns out that it is going back and forth every three days. Just now, the prefect returned to Hong Kong. He hanged up a sign, one penny per pound of big yellow croaker, as much as you want."

An old gentry touched his forehead in an instant and was about to faint, shouting, "This is to force us poor people to death!" Then, his eyes turned dark and he fainted.

Wen Yansheng ignored them. He had enough. He had been a grandson for three years. You have to point fingers at everything. He always said that our mansion competes for profit with the people. At first, he was counting on everyone. When he was leaving office, he would give you some umbrellas of people. But now, go to him. I am a dignified Kaifeng man. Good grandson, go to the ball, young men!

He shook his official uniform: "This is a great thing. Hurry up, hurry up, beat the gong, play the sign, go to welcome the soldiers of the Japanese guards, prepare several firecrackers."

"Abide by the order!"

As he said that, Wen Yan ignored the wailing in the yamen hall, hurried out of the government hall, got into the sedan chair, and happily headed towards the port.

Big yellow croaker...especially the soup... is really delicious.

This time, I wonder if the editor Tang gave me some seafood. The seafood is delicious and even if I was impeached, it would be worth it.
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