Compared to Ma Shiying's passive response, these scholars and scholars have indeed actively saved the world! Although their way of saving the world, Mao Jue didn't know how far they developed.

But first of all, Jiangnan has already felt this pain and pain.

There is a proverb in the Ming Dynasty that you can’t buy all Songjiang cloths, and you can’t collect all Weitang yarn! Since Huang Daopo brought back advanced textile methods from Hainan, purchasing cotton spinning threads, and selling weaving cloths has become a pillar industry here, and the industry that the people rely on to maintain their vitality. However, today, Songjiang cloth seems to have reached its historical end.

A fire rose into the sky and was carefully maintained. The oil-filled loom was burned in the flames, and a stream of black smoke rose into the sky. The hearts of the people of Songjiang were burned together. Seeing the exquisite cotton cloth that had not been weaved turned into ashes, the people's hearts might be even more uncomfortable than fried.

I don't know which Songjiang County Magistrate was the first to be the magistrate. His fat body had not changed. He held a yellow silk and said proudly.

"In accordance with the heavens, the emperor ordered:...... Since the year of Longqing, many merchants and merchants have been engaged in low-court services, people have become flamboyant and treacherous, and fertile land is deserted to mulberry fields. The people are more fond of money and silk and hate production, so that Taicang is exhausted, the court has tight expenses, the army has no food for the month, and the people have no rice for supply. This is not the way for a ruler to govern the world!"

"From now on, all spinning wheels will be burned and the trade route will be cut off. All the people will return to the fields and soil, plant in spring and harvest in autumn, and enjoy the prosperous era. If there are any evil and profit-loving people, all governments at all levels will be killed!"

"Is it clear? From now on, you lazy people will all go down the fields and cultivate the land well. If you dare to be lazy and hate labor, you will do the business of a lowly businessman, and I will ask the emperor to kill you!"

"But the official! Where can I wait for the poor to cultivate!"

Before the county could finish yelling the official language, someone could not help but shout.

Qian Qianyi, Jiang Yueguang and others had a good idea, which directly eliminated the commodity economy. The people returned to farming and digging food from the fields. As long as there was a stuttering, the people generally would not rebel. Without social conflicts, they would naturally settle down and enjoy the worship of the people like the literati of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

However, it was not the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties at this time, nor was it the early Ming Dynasty. There were only a few million households in the south of the Wei, Jin and Jiangnan, with a population of less than 20 million. However, at this time, the population in Jiangnan was 80 million to hundreds of millions, and the land was highly concentrated, and most of them were in the hands of such aristocratic families. The poor had no place to stand.

Even if there is no inch of land, many people in Songjiang work hard to weave and live by spinning and weaving! What Gui Tian Ling said is good, but in fact it cut off their only way to live!

Is there any way for local officials in this situation? The fat children of Donglin were also helpless and asked them to divide their own land? Impossible!

Listening to the increasingly fierce shouting, the fat county magistrate was furious and shouted loudly: "Shut up for me! I see that you are just a group of unruly people, and I sincerely oppose my official and go against the court! Come on! I will arrest all those old things for me!"

The yamen runners rushed down like wolves and tigers, dragging and beating them, dragging out more than a dozen panicked old men. Amid their shouts, the residents of the entire village and town shouted in grief and cried loudly, but they did not get the slightest softness of these officials.

After they left, only the unburned looms and desperate faces were left.

These Confucian children who had been peaceful for a long time had forgotten them. Once the people were forced to the point, how desperate they would burst into anger.

After entering the night, the entire town under Songjiang Mansion seemed to have become a tomb, terrible and terrible, dark and there was no trace of light. On the street, more than a dozen figures swayed like zombies, until they entered the house, which aroused some vitality.

"Grandpa is back!Grandpa is back!"

"Dad, are you okay?"

"Where is my grandfather?"

"Oh, Old Jun asked the group of grandsons to kill him alive. He still needed ten taels of silver to get the body. We really had no money, so we could only bring the living people back first!"

I was so desperate that I didn't even cry. With a deep sigh, the whole scene fell into silence again.

"It really doesn't work. Please help me, please plant some of the land for us!"

"The tenants under Qian Manwai are all full, and there is no land left. Even if it is divided, is that one or two acres enough for our whole family to eat and drink? Lao Sun stopped working last year and rented Qian Manwai's land for a year. Not only did his wife live in hunger, but she also sold her five-year-old granddaughter to the Qinhuai River to make a thin horse! She entered the fire pit that was hit by thousands of people and tens of thousands of people! "

"If it really doesn't work, I'll find Carpenter Li to secretly do some spinning wheel?"

"Where does the cotton come from? My family's last little silver redeems my father!"

After discussing, the table was suddenly kicked down by a young man. In the surprised expression of a group of elders, the young man blushed and shouted angrily: "He is a hot mom, our loom is burned, why is his surname Qian still weaving? On weekdays, we pay for labor, rent and taxes, and the Qian family watches the fun. Now the government doesn't even give you a way out!"

"I can't bear it anymore. I'll go to burn his Qian family's weaving workshop now!"

"I'll go with you!"

"I'll go too!"

Just like Chen Sheng's roar in Daze Township, the whole town became excited by his words. Young people were angry and brave enough to pick up guys' sticks, roaring and leaving the town.

But the older man was still calm and afraid of trouble, and anxiously dissuaded him: "Aren't you rebelling if you do this? Are you not afraid of being beheaded?"

"It's better to starve to death while staying there! The old gou farmer who burned money and tried to go to Shanghai to vote for the Regent. Even if he died, he would at least not die in vain!"

Even the most stubborn village elder was silent.

In the middle of the night, the sky suddenly became bright. With the crackling sound of burning, looms were burning, and the firewood stacks of Qian's granary were lit. The fire wall several meters high illuminated half of the sky.

And there is more than this place. Standing at the top of the Songjiang City Wall and looking out, the fires are as bright as the stars!

......

While the poor in Jiangnan were struggling to survive, the large conference hall specially prepared for shareholders in Empire Square and hot spring hotel was also silent. Surrounded by the spacious conference table, hundreds of shareholders and shopkeepers were worried and sighed.

Haimao is not that easy to do. It is to exchange your life for money with the Dragon King. The year went smoothly, but it was a bloody disaster at the end of the year.

"The Regent is here!"

Amid the long shouts, these shareholders seemed to have found their parents, and light appeared in their pupils, and they stood up and bowed.

"Regent!"

"Meet the Regent!"

"Sit down!"

Zheng Zhilong, who came with Mao Jue, had a sense of pleasure on his old face full of wrinkles on the sea breeze, which made the sea merchants look hopeful. However, after sitting down, Mao Jue's first words made everyone lower again as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head.

"The court will not declare war on the Spaniards because of this!"

That's right! When did the imperial court care about the lives and death of these lowly merchants? As long as you pay the money when necessary, it's a blessing for those who care about their merchants like this to the Regent. What else do you expect from everyone?

Seeing the silence, Mao Jue was also dull for a few seconds. Then, he threw the revolver on the table with a bang.

"Do you remember the company rights I told you when you joined the Indian Company? You have the right to trade dividends, and there is the right to declare war and peace above the sea! The Spaniards in Manila are also their East India Company members. They detain our ships and killed our people, and even slaughter the Chinese in Manharbor like pigs and dogs. They are also East India Company, why should we bear it?"

"As the chairman, I suggest taking out a sum of money, organizing a fleet, and fighting back! How can these Western Man kill our people, we will kill them back! We will return ten times!"

"Isn't it a rebellion?"

The merchants of the Ming Dynasty were so honest and too decent. As soon as Mao Jue finished speaking, someone had already made a sound in shock, but the noise was short. Then someone stabbed the person who made the sound. After a moment, everyone's eyes lit up again.

The Regent personally promised that this was more effective than the emperor's imperial edict. Worrying about the yarn? The old Shanxi merchant Kang Wanli was the first to jump up and knocked on the table and shouted: "Regent, I am willing to pay 500,000 taels of military pay, as long as I can pay blood debts!"

"I'll pay 300,000 taels!"

"I'll pay 600,000 taels!"

"No need for one or two silver!"

Mao Jue knocked on the table and interrupted everyone again, pointing at the pistol. He said gloomy and hurriedly: "The company made a profit of 7.1 million taels this year. We are a whole. If the company's people were killed, it is naturally the company that paid for revenge. If the money is not enough, it will be raised according to the shares. I will take the big head!"

"And after taking down Manila, the spoils and outputs there should be dividends according to shares! What I need now is not silver, but everyone's determination. Since I do it, I will either hide behind and shout, or rush to the forefront, follow these Western barbarians to the end! Let them know who is the master of the East China Sea!"

"As the chairman, I vote for war! Where are you!"

"Declare war, my old Zheng is the pioneer!"

"Declare war! How can I allow these barbarians to bully in the Ming Dynasty?"

"Declare war!"

"Declare war!"

This time the company declared war not from the anger that burst out from the capitalists' struggle for interests. Mao Jue occupied a lot of weight and still left a strong feudal mark. But since the first shot was launched, Mao Jue believed that the rich dividends could arouse the greedy appetite of the people in front of him like the blood in front of him. Next time, even if he no longer charges, they will go crazy.

To be honest, this kind of capitalist expansion is unjust, bloody, dark, and cruel, but this is the universal laws of this era. Why is this wonderful stage of the Age of Discovery missing the Ming Dynasty? Benevolence, righteousness and morality should be left to the rich descendants to talk about!

Also his eyes were red due to the war. Looking at the roaring shareholders, Mao Jue sneered fiercely and cruelly.
Chapter completed!