Compared with the worker's part that has started writing, the essence of this report is the outline of Zhang Zhixiang's division of the existing social classes.

There are five: nobles, gentry, merchants, workers, and farmers.

Did there be workers in the Ming Dynasty?

Some, not to mention the more than 5,000 workers Zhang Zhixiang saw at the Longjiang Shipyard, there were 50,000 or 60,000 paper-making workers in Shitang Town, Qianshan County, Jiangxi Province.

As the Jiangnan Paper Capital, there are more than 100,000 paper-making workers in the entire Qianshan County.

In She County, Xiuning and Wuyuan, Huizhou Prefecture, there were hundreds of thousands of manufacturing workers engaged in the Hui ink industry. The handicraft industry in the Ming Dynasty was extremely developed, and many industries had already formed a huge scale.

Putting aside the industrial workers, Yingtian Prefecture has a population of 1.8 million and there is no land to cultivate in the city. What do these people make a living?

Workers aren't workers anymore?

How many workers were there in the Ming Dynasty? To see this problem, we must first look at how serious the land annexation in the Ming Dynasty was. Apart from being a tenant farmer, proletarians who lost their land had to go to the city and work in workshops.

After all, landlords will not raise idle people, they will squeeze the surplus value of tenant farmers to the greatest extent.

There is only so much land in the world. Even according to the unreliable statement in the 30th year of Wanli, there were 1.161 billion mu of arable land. According to the land grant standard in the early Ming Dynasty, a man calculated that he needed 80 million strong labor. This was appropriate.

However, when there are oxen, tenants generally need to cultivate more than 50 acres of land.

With a large amount of land annexation and complete production means, based on the Ming Dynasty's arable land, less than 30 million strong labor can be used to complete the cultivation.

What are the rest of the people doing?

Idle?

China is a country of silk, and tens of millions of women are engaged in textile work. Even if women who work at home textiles are not counted, then the many weaving bureaus, textile factories, and professional textile women workers in Jiangnan should be counted?

What about a large number of workers engaged in mining and iron smelting?

The Ming Dynasty not only had workers, but also had a large number! The premise for business prosperity is that all industries flourish!

The Ming Dynasty's goods were not only supplied to itself, but also engaged in world trade. Countless gold and silver around the world were waiting for the Ming Dynasty to exchange for goods, almost just picking up money.

How come there are fewer workers at this time?

Wang Yuanzhi was condescending, and he could roughly estimate the number. According to the situation in the sixth year of Jiajing, there should be about 30 million workers in the Ming Dynasty, who were engaged in work in all walks of life.

Land annexation → massive labor surplus → industrial development → commodity trade → land annexation.

This is a perfect closed loop.

This was what they did before, but Zhang Zhixiang clearly summarized and wrote it down...

“He looks at the world in a different way.”

Wang Jiangque looked at the content of the report and commented like this. Wang Yuanzhi nodded in agreement and said, "Old Master, Mr. Yangming teaches well, and he learns better."

"Many people in the world are mostly obsessed with appearances, and they can see the essence of things."

"I see more and more clearly from the bottom of my eyes."

"How about it, do you think he's stupid?"

Wang Jiangque smiled slightly, shook the manuscript paper in his hand, and said, "If you are not stupid, why would you write these things? The smart people in the world are eager to put money in their arms."

"The path he wants to take is to be enemies of the smart people in the world."

"How can you not be stupid?"

Wang Yuanzhi took the manuscript and put it back in place, and suddenly asked, "Jiang'er, how can you make the Wang family last forever without money?"

Wang Jiangque yawned slightly, revealing a little bit of a girlish silly. She stretched her waist and was actually a bit lazy Feng Yi, and said leisurely: "The Kong family in Qufu, the Zhang family in Longhu Mountain."

"A thousand-year-old family is nothing but like this."

"The sage established religion to transform all peoples. The Tao is always there, and people are always there. A thousand-year-old family must be the descendants of the saints."

Wang Yuanzhi suddenly turned around, looked at his daughter and asked, "Can Zhang Zhixiang be a saint?"

"I don't know."

She said softly, and left without caring about her father. The little girl on that day did not read books, but was a rare sightseeing in the garden and swinging on the swings...

...

Zhang Zhixiang never thought about the saint. If he knew the conversation between the father and daughter of the Wang family, he would definitely answer: "Mr. Yangming is also a saint, and the Wang family has declined for three generations. Some more powerful saints almost cut off their offspring when they were alive."

"A true saint will not pass on the aristocratic family."

This is a difference in concepts. Before the two sides collided, they would not get results. Moreover, Zhang Zhixiang never felt that he could be a saint. He just wanted to do more things and contribute a meager strength.

If there was really a saint who could turn the tide in the Ming Dynasty, it would be not a single person, but a group of people.

The old master once said that Zhang Zhixiang’s heart is very quiet, but in fact it is quiet here.

He never pursued fame, fortune, nor did he pursued self-sublimation. If Wang Yangming had been determined to be a saint since he was a child, Zhang Zhixiang wanted to be an idol like an idol since he was a child because of his clearer idol.

The man said that he was just a teacher.

Therefore, Zhang Zhixiang never regarded a saint as a life goal. He wanted to cultivate immortality, live forever, and be willing to contribute a meager strength to the worldly heart. That's all.

When Mr. Yangming said that Guang was also a cultivation of immortality, Zhang Zhixiang understood that the two things would not be delayed.

Just do it together.

Today, he visited four yards in the south of the city. Zhang Zhixiang did not expect to collect any profound information. He just wanted to learn the most real side of the lives of the people in Yingtian Prefecture.

People's lives are difficult.

But the mental outlook is actually not as good as it is withered and numb. People actually know clearly that they are alive and how to have a future in life.

As the aunt of the Chen family said, if you have good eyesight and can work as an embroiderer, you can spend money, get married for your son and save money slowly.

This is the way to be thrifty.

There are also people who live in the slums in Sifang, the south of the city, but they do a good job in the city, and can earn several dollars a day, thinking of saving money to buy a house in Yingtianfu.

People's livelihood is diverse, and society is actually still vibrant.

But this vitality is based on the absence of natural and man-made disasters. For example, the Huguang salt disaster in the first year of Jiajing, which suffered six years ago, has not dropped until now, making people's already poor lives worse.

Is there enough salt production really affected by the disaster? It's just hoarding.

This is just a man-made exaggeration of the impact of the disaster. When the cold wave really comes and disasters continue, the court will be unable to provide relief, and these lower-level people will be devastated in the storm...

After coming out of a family in Nanpingfang, Zhang Zhixiang saw that it was getting late, so he paid Chen Wu's wages and prepared to go home.

Chen Wu didn't want it, so he told me about two cents of silver. Zhang Zhixiang said that it was a filial piety to the elderly and asked Chen Wu to find a doctor to see if he could get some medicine for the elderly or get a pair of glasses.

Glasses had already appeared in the form of precursors in the Song Dynasty and had matured during the Ming Dynasty. When Zhang Zhixiang was on the street, he saw several glasses shops.

But this thing is not cheap.

The cheapest glasses cost two or three taels of silver. Zhang Zhixiang knew that Chen Wu could not afford them, so he planned to give Aunt Chen a pair of glasses before leaving Yingtian Mansion.

With glasses, Aunt Chen can work as an embroiderer with glasses, and her dream can slowly begin.

Seeing that Zhang Zhixiang's attitude was unrestrained, Chen Wu could only accept this kindness and took more attention when doing things for Zhang Zhixiang. The two said goodbye, and Zhang Zhixiang returned to Guiyuan in a carriage.

When the carriage had just walked two miles and crossed a bridge.

There was a noise in front of him. At the shout of the coachman, a figure rushed into the car. Zhang Zhixiang thought he was an assassin, but his heart suddenly sank, but it turned out to be an extremely beautiful girl with wheat-colored skin and a healthy body.

She said with a plea in her eyes, "Help me."

(ps: The gentry is a scholar, a scholar and a landlord. Not all scholars are scholars, and it is only considered a scholar who passes the exam. A county can only admit 20 scholars a year. There were 1,427 counties in the Ming Dynasty, and a total of about 30,000 people were admitted each year.)
Chapter completed!