Chapter 225: Adding money for seven hundred miles

Yang Jing felt that Wang Chengen was justified. On the other hand, he sent letters to the princes and asked them to donate money. On the other hand, he wrote letters to let them save money to their own bank.

However, as soon as he started writing, Yang Jing was in trouble. Not to mention the ancient calligraphy of Yang Jing was not very good, Yang Jing couldn't figure out how many vassal kings were. How many mails do they have to be written? Isn't it a matter of life for a prince to write two?

"Big partner, do you think this letter is too much? Is it too difficult for me to write it alone?" Yang Jingai felt that he should not be too diligent. He couldn't show off this calligraphy, and his uncle, uncle, brother, and brother would laugh at him when he saw it.

"...Your Majesty, Your Majesty should let the pens write on their behalf, and Your Majesty just use seals." Wang Chengen thought for a while, and felt that it was a bit embarrassing to let the emperor write alone, so it would be better to leave this matter to the Sili Supervisor to write.

"By the way, Da Pang, how many vassal kings are there in our dynasty now? Can we raise one million silver?" Yang Jing decided to ask how many princes there are, and he was also preparing to see if Wang Chengen could get money by this method. If the prince is too small, then the amount of money each person needs to save will be very large, and the difficulty will be greater. On the contrary, if there are many vassal kings, then the number of vassal kings will be very small and relatively easier.

Wang Chengen thought for a long time before saying, "Report to Your Majesty, our Ming Dynasty has been going on for more than 200 years. There are more than 40 princes who have been hereditary, and there are countless princes under the princes. Now, the living vassal kings are afraid that 200 will be out of the world..."

"What, two hundred people are outside? Did I hear that right?" Yang Jing's mouth could be stuffed with an egg. In the past, I only heard that the vassal kings of the Ming Dynasty were fat and called the parasite of the Ming Dynasty. Now, after hearing Wang Chengen said that, I felt that this was indeed a bit too much. Just now, Yang Jing was worried that the number of these vassal kings was too small, and it was a bit difficult to raise one million taels of silver. Yang Jing was preparing to mobilize these wise princes among the princes to let him save so much, so he was prepared.

I wrote this letter to be more sincere. Now it seems that there are too many vassal kings. More than 200 vassal kings of all sizes, one of which is worth thousands of taels, and this million is just a drizzle. There are also princes with famous wise men in history. I would like to explain the situation. I am afraid that tens of thousands of taels or even hundreds of thousands of taels are not necessarily impossible. In this way, this million is not difficult at all. No wonder Wang Chengen is very sure of his idea.

"Report to Your Majesty, I can't remember the detailed situation, but it's roughly impossible to make a mistake. You have to check the relevant copy to know." Wang Chengen told the truth.

"Da Pei, the one you just said, the one you asked to donate, how much are you going to ask each vassal king to donate? How much are you going to let them save money?"

"...Report to Your Majesty, I mean to ask Your Majesty to write more donated silver and less money to save money. In this way, the vassal kings will definitely be happy to save money."

“How many are specific?”

"...Your Majesty, in terms of donation, the meaning of slaves is 8,000 taels of princes and 5,000 taels of princes; if you save money, the prince is 15,000 taels of princes and 8,000 taels of princes…" Wang Chengen said the "more" and "less" in his mind.

Yang Jing was confused, 15,000 is "less" than 8,000 taels?

"...There are also digital princes who have always been famous. Your Majesty can write it alone. Write the number higher. You only need to have a letter of saving money..." Wang Chengen added another sentence.

Yang Jing was stunned when he heard this. There were too many children from the Zhu family. No wonder Wang Chengen, a "honest man", dared to boast that he would definitely be able to absorb the deposit successfully. It turned out that each prince was only a few thousand taels, which was different from what Yang Jing had estimated. Thousand taels were not a big deal for a prince. This was not a donation, but just the money saved. It was reasonable to calculate it like this, and it was basically not difficult. Even if some princes were particularly stingy and unwilling to save money to their own money house, this million was still not difficult. As Wang Chengen said, perhaps those wise princes alone would be afraid that they would get a lot of money. With the fragments of silver from other vassal kings, one million was really not difficult...

Yang Jingwei now has no doubt about the idea that Wang Chengen, the "honest man", came up with. According to Wang Chengen's ideas, this will definitely attract a lot of money.

As Wang Chengen spoke, he saw the emperor in a daze alone, and seemed to have not heard from him. He could only remind him, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

"Well, um... I'm listening, by the way, the transportation in the Ming Dynasty was inconvenient. Although there were many vassal kings, I was afraid that the princes from this faraway place would be willing to pay the money even if they received my letter from me. I'm afraid that it would take a lot of time for a while! What good ways do you do with my partner?" Yang Jie remembered that the transportation in the Ming Dynasty was really a waste. From the capital to the south, most people could not reach the border for a month or two. Even if they had horses and had no months, they wouldn't expect that they would transport the money from the local area to the capital. The time was a bit unreliable.

"...Your Majesty, this is indeed a bit difficult. I think your Majesty can convince the princes close to the capital area first and let them deposit the silver first. I guess that the silver will enter the capital within about one month. If it is a little further away, the northern provinces will be afraid that there will be silver in the capital within two or three months. If it is in the south, I am afraid that it will take longer, and it will take three to six months before the silver will enter the capital..."

After Wang Chengen's words, Yang Jie made another basin of cold water pouring from head to toe, and it took half a year to get the reserves. This time, it was too long.

"Can't you shorten the time a little longer? This time is too long!" Yang Jing was speechless. He really ignored the traffic situation in the Ming Dynasty.

Wang Chengen lowered his head and thought carefully, and said, "Report to Your Majesty, it can only be expedited for seven hundred miles. In this way, in one day, the vassal kings within seven hundred miles can receive the letter. Your Majesty can order them to make a decision within one or two days. In this way, I calculated that the fastest one, the vassal kings within one thousand miles will send silver to the capital. If there is a month, several provinces in the north can basically send silver to the capital on time. There is a canal in the south, close to rivers and convenient transportation. I am afraid that the vassal kings will be able to send silver to the capital within two months. In this way, it is almost the fastest..." Wang Chengen gave the emperor another trick.

Seven hundred miles to speed up? Yang Jie suddenly remembered the post station, and the terminator of the Ming Dynasty, Li Zicheng. This guy was the post station guard at the post station. He overthrew the Ming Dynasty and forced himself to death in Coal Mountain. Yang Jie's face turned pale. How should he treat him? So far, no one has proposed to abandon the post stations in various places to save money. He is still vigorously using these post stations, using the post station's seven hundred miles to speed up the express delivery service of this ancient highest standard. Perhaps, he should give the post station a better treatment. Perhaps, if Li Zicheng has good treatment, he will not rebel. Of course, it is not ruled out that another "Li Zicheng" rebels...

Wang Chengen found that the emperor was dazed again, his face turned pale and red, terrible, and asked with concern: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

"Uh... I'm fine..." Yang Jinge was pulled back to reality by Wang Chengen from the "fantasy" world. He was still the emperor, and he was still in the luxurious palace.

"...By the way... Da Pang, according to Da Pang, it is necessary to use the fast horses of the post station on a large scale. I am afraid that long-term use will reduce the transmission speed and ability of the post station. What I mean, is it that I will add some money to this post station, so that they can do better for me? This year, 700 miles of use is used for a year, and I also feel that I am afraid that it will exhaust the post stations!" Yang Jing recalled and wanted to give the post stations a salary increase.

"..." Wang Chengen didn't understand the emperor's meaning. The imperial court and the emperor used the post station and used it in a hurry, so they still needed to add extra money? If this is the calculation, would the soldiers here also need to add more? Should the officials also need to add more? If this is the calculation, how much extra expense will be required every year?

"How much is your Majesty going to add? How much is it going to add?" Wang Chengen could only follow the emperor.

Yang Jingwei was obsessed with it for a long time and had no specific implementation plan. He said a little decadently: "Big partner, let me send this matter for now. Let me tell you if you have time. I will ask someone to sort out the situation of my Ming Station in the future." Yang Jingwei didn't want to quit by himself. He would like to give the station a salary increase or something. He would have to put it on the agenda no matter what the effect was. As for how great it was, this can only be known in the future. However, even without the factor of Li Zicheng, the station still needs additional care. In the future, the Ming Dynasty was in a turbulent and in a military and people's livelihood, there were more and more things to speed up in military and people's livelihood. This will inevitably increase the burden on the station. This is necessary. There is another big reason. Yang Jingwei really couldn't stand the traffic like the Ming Dynasty. There was no need to 500 miles for 700 miles. In order to enjoy the 700 miles, we are ready to pay more.

"Sister to obey the order." Wang Chengen agreed.

After being interrupted by the incident between the station and Li Zicheng for a while, the matter still returned to the track of discussing how to absorb reserves and how to make reserve silver.

"This reserve is probably the only thing that can be used to absorb reserves. If it really doesn't work, take some emergency from my treasury first, and get the money back when the vassal kings arrive." Yang Jing no longer struggled with this reserve. Under such transportation conditions in ancient times, he could only do this, and there was no better way.

"Sister to obey the order." Wang Chengen agreed again.

"Oh... I'm finally done. Go back to the palace. I'm tired." These days, I've been really busy and tired enough. As soon as the matter was done, Yang Jie relaxed and felt exhausted.

"Your Majesty, have you not summoned the people from Baoquan Bureau?" Wang Chengen was surprised. Why did the emperor forget about summoning Baoquan Bureau and felt sorry for the emperor. How tired this made the emperor tired.

Yang Jing himself was confused. This was borrowing money to attract savings, and he was thinking about the issue of stations. Considering Li Zicheng's problem, he had already forgotten all the things about Baoquan Bureau. It was not that he had a bad memory, but that he was really tired today. Moreover, Li Zicheng had too much lethality to himself.

"Uh... I didn't say anything about my grandparents, I almost forgot. Did the people from Baoquan Bureau arrive? See you when you arrive... By the way, my grandparents, I almost forgot. I will discuss disaster relief and immigration here tomorrow. You can send someone to notify the relevant personnel."

"I have recorded it, and the people from Baoquan Bureau are probably here." Wang Chengen agreed.

"Well,... In addition, it is basically a foregone conclusion that the supervisor has taken the lead in advance. If you send someone to tell Li Ruolian to step up the lending, you say that the borrower can take the lead in advance. If the experience is in a certain period of time, if the experience is qualified, you can be transferred to an official directly. Do you understand?" Yang Jing was worried about the usury. No matter what, this usury is his own business. He uses his power to take care of his own business. If he doesn't care about it, he will be in vain. Since it is a selling official, he will sell it more simply.

"I understand. I will urge you to see if the people from Baoquan Bureau have arrived." Wang Chenen found that the emperor's face was not very good, and seemed very tired. He just hoped that the business would be dealt with quickly and that he could go to rest.

Yang Jie relied on the chair and was about to take a nap, but Wang Chenen came back from outside and reported: "Your Majesty, the people from Baoquan Bureau have arrived. Will your Majesty see you?"

Yang Jie, who was about to take a nap, barely cheered up and handled affairs. If the silver coins were not handled well today, it would be difficult to talk about things tomorrow, so he had to cheer up.

"See." Yang Kai took a few deep breaths, shook his arms, and shook his head.

A green-robed official kowtowed tremblingly: "Long live the emperor, Ma Zhide, ambassador of the Baoquan Bureau of the Ministry of Revenue."

Yang Jing took a look. The green robe was of low enough. The Baoquan Bureau was equivalent to the director of the money printing factory, so it wouldn't be even a real place. In ancient times, he looked down on this technical bureaucrat too much.

"Ma... isn't you right? What kind of official are you?" Yang Jie asked. This guy is really low enough. Not to mention in the capital, even in a provincial capital or a government city, he is afraid that his status is not good.

"Report to Your Majesty, I am Ma Zhide, who is the ambassador of the Baoquan Bureau of the Ministry of Revenue, and is the ninth rank." Ma Zhide said carefully. It is rare for these ninth rank officials to meet the emperor, not to mention that they are technical bureaucrats like him, and they are even more unpopular.

The ninth grade? This level is low enough. It is not a little bit inferior to the seventh grade official!

Yang Jing did not intend to talk about this sesame-sized official and said, "Ma Zhide, I ask you, what is Baoquan Bureau for?"

Ma Zhide was depressed when he heard this. What is the Baoquan Bureau for? He specializes in making money and replied: "Your Majesty, Baoquan Bureau is specialized in making money."

"Well, it's very good. I have recently ascended the throne and changed the era. I need to cast new money making. Is it difficult?" Yang Jie asked.

"...Report to Your Majesty, as long as your Majesty issues an order, you will be able to cast as much as you need to cast. There is no problem." Ma Zhide was puzzled. Is it difficult to cast money? Could it be that the emperor wants to add something more to the money making? Use it to subsidize it?

"Very good, Ma Zhide, have you seen silver coins?" Yang Jingai asked.

"Silver coin?..." Ma Zhide did not turn around for a moment, what was this silver coin?

"Silver coins are money made of silver, which is about the same size as copper coins. Big companion, take a few silver coins for him to see."

"As for your order, Your Majesty." Wang Chengen took a few silver coins to show this guy who didn't know what was silver coins.

Ma Zhide looked at it for a while before saying, "Report to Your Majesty, I understand that it is money made of silver."

"Very good, I think, since this copper can be made into copper coins and made into coins, why not use silver to make silver coins, and also made into coins? If my new emperor ascended the throne, he needs to have a new look. So, if you want to mint silver coins, is it difficult?"

Ma Zhide was under great pressure. He had never heard of those who cast copper coins. He had never heard of those who cast silver coins. This silver was always cast into ingots and ingots, and that was fifty taels. If they were cast into the size of copper coins, this...

"...Report to Your Majesty, you can, you can cast it." Ma Zhide hurriedly said that although he had never cast silver coins, he also had some understanding of the casting line and knew that the silver was softer than copper and easier to cast. So, after saying that, if he asked him to cast steel coins, he would probably not agree so quickly.

"Well, it's great, it's good to be minted. You can cast some samples first, the same size as the silver coins you see, and there is no need to leave holes in the middle. Each silver coin weighs about seven cents and two cents, of which silver accounts for 89% and copper accounts for 10%. On the one hand, I wrote my year name and the outline of Chengtianmen was printed in the middle; on the other hand, the place where the coins were minted, and the words "one yuan" were written in the middle. Do you understand?" Yang Jing took Yuan Datou's successful hairstyle, and prepared to issue silver coins according to the gourd.

Ma Zhide was confused and surprised when he heard it below! Even the weight and ratio of the silver were calculated. Even the style of casting was thought out, and the words needed to be written, and the rest were cast by himself.

"Ma Zhide, do you understand?"

Ma Zhide was under great pressure and nervous when facing the emperor. He was even more panicked by this series of data. After listening to the second half, he only remembered the first half...

"Weichen, understand, uh... no, a little...uh, understand..." Ma Zhide was in chaos and didn't know what to say.

Yang Jing looked at the poor guy and decided to help him, saying, "Big companion, copy down what I said with paper and give it to him so that he won't forget it."

Wang Chengen said to obey the order, and then wrote it down with a pen and handed it to the little official in green robe. He thought to himself that the emperor is really good to this guy, he is pitiful enough. This guy is so lucky! If it were another emperor, he would be afraid that he would beat him and throw him out.

Ma Zhide received the paper given by the emperor and didn't know what to say. He was very moved. The emperor is really a good emperor! He really loves me, a sesame official.

"Ma Zhide, since you can cast it, I need to use these silver coins tomorrow morning. I hope you can cast it in one night, do you understand?" Yang Jie just felt sorry for these guys, and in a blink of an eye, he took back these pitiful ones.

Ma Zhide felt that he was going crazy and would mint silver coins in one night...

When Yang Jie saw this poor guy, he felt that he might have been too strict with him, and said, "Ma Zhide, if you cast money for me, you will naturally allow you to use financial, material and manpower in my name. If you can't do it well, what else can I want you to do? If you do it well, your benefits will naturally be yours. In the future, Baoquan Bureau will be upgraded, and you, a ninth-rank official, don't want to be an eighth-rank, seventh-rank or something?" Yang Jie took out the carrots again and threw the whip behind just now. It's time to feed them with carrots.

Sure enough, Ma Zhide, who was still as stupid as a chicken, immediately came to his senses when he heard the emperor's promise. He was working hard and immediately shouted thanks, saying that he would definitely do this.
Chapter completed!