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Chapter Thirteen This is a good thing

Chen Hua was not worried at all that the silver foreign country would not be able to be sold. Although he was very unfair when he made the silver foreign country.

But silver dollars with fixed weight and silver content are much easier to use than silver blocks with different weights and silver content.

You should know that there is a big difference between this silver and silver. It is the nominal official silver. Who dares to say that a ingot is 95%?

In the late Ming Dynasty, the silver circulating on the market was too mixed. Then when doing business, you would suffer.

Each of you should not only have an account, but also an expert in the banking test, otherwise you will lose all your capital.

A standard currency is too important in the development of trade. Otherwise, from ancient times to the present, how could the small countries around Central Earth use the copper coins from the Central Plains as treasures? It is not entirely because of the exquisite and clear copper coins from the Central Plains.

It is the Western silver ocean. In the middle and late Qing dynasties, it gradually spread in China? Just like Anping, like Denglai, the silver ocean that Chen Hua asked people to cast was smoothly integrated into daily life without any twists and turns.

Chen Hua made this money with peace of mind.

Zheng Zhipeng packed his luggage and set off. He took the boat to go straight to Tianjin, but he didn't rush to rush. When he arrived at Zhifu Island all the way, it was already early August.

At this time, Zhifu Island was completely controlled by the Zheng family. Although Zheng Sen didn't say such words at all, the officials of Denglai had already agreed to this point. So much so that Shi Lang wanted to establish a real water camp on the island.

When Zheng Zhipeng arrived, he saw two ships loaded with refugees arrived. Looking at the refugees who were whipped and whipped with guns and drove off the boat, his eyes were filled with joy. "Good babies, good babies. They are all good boys in my Zheng family in the future!"

Zheng Sen looked at the refugees trembling in the cold wind, and said with a very ugly expression: "I am not a son of man. I have told them many times not to treat the people harshly. These stolen officials and clerks are vicious and vicious soldiers, but they still plunder the refugee's wealth and goods, and now they don't even let go of their clothes."

It is already the eighth month of the lunar calendar, and it is also the Little Ice Age. The sea breeze blows, and the refugees who are almost wearing only clothes, how can they not be cold?

Zheng Zhipeng smiled, "Don't be angry, this is a good thing. These refugees are not worth a penny in the eyes of Penglai officials and gentry, but are the top priority for me. The more harsh the Penglai officials and gentry treat them, the better I am Zheng. Who can be ruthless without plants? If you receive my kindness, you will become more loyal to me..."

A great man in later generations said that we should divide the problem into two parts. The most reasonable sayings.

Zheng Sen was speechless.

After Zheng Zhipeng was introduced to the residence, he introduced some of the situation on Zhifu Island to Zheng Zhipeng along the way.

There are seven villages on the island, and now there are no less than 10,000 refugees and refugees. There are also many camps on the land of Denglai Prefectures, and many people have been scattered to guard them, thinking that the refugees need to transfer. In addition, the physical condition of these refugees is generally poor, so they cannot be allowed to board the ship and go south immediately. They must be kept for some time! This is also the biggest reason why the population on Zhifu Island has tens of thousands.

"When winter comes, my nephew's mouth may continue to surge! Therefore, my nephew chose some strong men as guards to maintain order here." Now Zheng Sen has picked up nearly a thousand people!

Then they drove these people to work, turned Zhifu Island into a large construction site, and kept resting and recuperating camps, digging ditches, wells, cutting down logs, building adobe thatched houses, and even flattening a lot of land.

The knowledge on paper is always shallow, and one must practice it. Zheng Sen, a child who grew up in a lucky nest, could never have imagined that the people of the Ming Dynasty had become like this without the hardships of these days, and he did not know that there would be so many dark sides in the lower class of the Ming Dynasty.

If time could be reversed, Chen Hua would not "disclose his thoughts" at that time, and Zheng Sen is afraid that he would feel desperate now.

"The rich family smells like wine and meat, and there are frozen bones on the road." It's really amazing. The tragedy of Yi Zi's vegetarianism has been questioned for many times. What crimes have the refugees who have come from Northern Zhili or Central Plains have not suffered? Of course, there are some local refugees in Qilu, but not many.

You should know that Qilu is a province with many disasters, let alone the continuous natural disasters and man-made disasters here in the late Wanli period. Only talk about the Wuqiao mutiny in the fourth year of Chongzhen, and the situation in Denglai was completely corrupt and the hinterland of Shandong was ravaged. The huge losses were no longer counted.

Anyway, the landing is deserted and the Dongjiang River is shaken. The sea restraint is no longer mentioned, and the maritime strategic offensive is even more unwilling to be taken into consideration. This is probably a more dangerous thing than the Later Jin Dynasty getting cannons.

In the next two years, people's livelihood had just improved, and a historically recorded "Chongzhen drought" came to the north again. Other provinces did not mention it, but only talked about Qilu. First, more than ten prefectures and counties had no wheat in summer drought and no grain harvest; then more than fifty prefectures and counties had a huge exhaustion of wells and springs, and yellow winds were in the sky, and sand was flying everywhere.

In the whole of Qilu, refugees carried the road, changed their children to eat, the land was deserted, and the villages were ruined. This year, God opened his eyes and the drought situation was greatly reduced, and the situation improved. In the middle, Dorgon, who had been in Chongzhen's eleventh year, knocked into Guanzhong, and half of Qilu was in trouble. Jinan was broken.

This spring, the drought in Qi and Lu has changed, and a large number of refugees from the province have returned to their hometowns. Therefore, most of the refugees who can be sent to Zhifu Island by the Denglai government at this moment are refugees from other provinces.

Chen Hua once asked Zheng Sen to start the relocation of refugees and refugees, and to learn more about their experiences. Then write a Regulations on Relief for Refugees and Refugees.

The more Zheng Sen listened, the more he saw, the more he understood, and the more he felt. And he became more desperate about the Ming Dynasty in front of him!

"Natural disasters and man-made disasters, internal and external troubles, this is God's failure to destroy the country of Ming Dynasty."

Zheng Sen did not have a great enlightenment, cut off all past thoughts, and followed his father wholeheartedly to rebel. However, at least he recognized Chen Hua's calculations and Chen Hua's ideas psychologically.

Of course, he is not without his own persistence. It's a bit like "I don't agree with you, but I respect your right to choose."

"Transfer food and wages to Ningyuan?" Zheng Sen said to Zheng Zhipeng in surprise.

"Well. Jiang Dejing and Hong Chengchou were lit up for a moment. Although they could not see any connection on the surface, they were both scholars, and their bones were connected to their tendons after breaking their bones. You must be careful."

This is Chen Hua's intention.

Zheng Zhipeng did not take this matter seriously. Even if Zheng Sen transported all the food from Zhifu Island to Ningyuan, it would be only tens of thousands of stones, or tens of thousands of taels of silver. What is that?

If you can take the opportunity to make friends with Hong Chengchou, you will spend a great value.

"But this money and grain are granted privately. If the court knows..." Zheng Sen said while planning the food at hand. There are still no less than 30,000 stones of grain on Zhifu Island, and Yinyang is also 30,000 or 20,000 yuan.

"Fu Song is worried too much. If this small matter cannot be covered up, Hong Chengchou will be a mediocre person who is empty-handed in the name of Daqiu."

Even if the news is true, the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue. Only officials are happy but not unhappy. At most, they are unhappy. The money is not very good.

"Since that's the case, my nephew understands."

Zheng Zhipeng didn't ask how much Zheng Sen was going to for Hong Heng Jiuyun. He rested comfortably on Zhifu Island for a day, and boarded the ship again the next morning and sailed towards Tianjin.

On Zhifu Island, Zheng Sen also began to get busy.

He first hired twenty ships from Chen Tingyang, all of which were thousands of sand ships, and then asked Shi Lang to prepare. This time he went to Ningyuan to enter the war zone, so he could not be careless.

Although there were some self-defense weapons and large bird guns on the sand ship, they were much worse than the Zheng family's bird ship.
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