Chapter five hundred and ninety-ninth self-raised grain
In this situation, the court is indeed unable to send troops. This is not the fault of Emperor Chongzhen, and even Zhu Cilang is helpless.
"Father, are we just watching and watching bandits rise?" Zhu Cilang asked unwillingly.
Emperor Chongzhen sighed: "I will recite the infatuation of the foolish monarch. It doesn't matter how I write it in history books. Prince, you are the hope of our Ming Dynasty. At present, we can't help Huguang, Henan, Shanxi and Nanjing."
Zhu Cilang was very sad. These were all people of the Ming Dynasty. He had seen hungry people, and hungry people were really worse than death. Nothing was miserable, and the whole family was starved to death.
What kind of tragic situation is this? The court is powerless to do all this.
The number of population in the late Ming Dynasty has always been a topic of debate among historians. But when it comes to the scale, duration and impact, the biggest mystery of the Ming Dynasty is the mystery of its real population.
Some parties involved in the Ming Dynasty said that the total population counted by the official statistics was more than 90 million less than the actual total population. Among Chinese and foreign scholars who have studied Ming history in modern times, some say that the number of people missing by the official statistics was at least 100 million, and the more bold calculation result was that nearly 300 million people were black households in the late Ming Dynasty.
It is hard to know how many people lost this shocking catastrophe that the Ming Dynasty encountered. Even now, there is no specific statistics because many people are hidden and do not report it in order to avoid paying taxes.
The population of the Ming Dynasty has always been a very serious issue in the historical community. Some people say that the sharp decline in China's population was added to the massacre of the Qing army. From a fair perspective, this is unfair. Because various famines must be considered, the Ming army's killing good deeds, the peasant army's massacre, and the massacre of bandits from various places, etc.
If Zhu Cixuan had a sharp decline in population, there were all reasons for all aspects. The biggest reason was the natural disasters during the Little Ice Age, and the massacres of bandits. Secondly, it was the invasion of the Qing Dynasty.
In addition to these natural disasters, man-made disasters are even more serious. First, the massacres carried out by bandits such as Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong, etc. If these people love the people as their sons, they are completely talking lies with their eyes open. Wherever the bandits go, the nobles, officials, slaves, and even merchants who were attached to the Ming Dynasty were not spared, and they were eventually killed by peasant soldiers.
Li Zicheng killed more than 10,000 nobles in Shanxi alone. Everyone thought about other types of people. The military discipline of the Ming army in the late Ming Dynasty had reached its extreme. It was unfavorable to suppress the peasant army or fight against the Qing army. Without a head-level explanation, they would kill innocent people in the villages and towns. This was to kill good people and make contributions, and this was not a minority among the Ming army.
Finally, there is the problem of bandits everywhere. After Beijing was occupied by the Qing army, a large number of refugees fled to the south. This was the opportunity for bandits to make a fortune. Many passers-by died tragically under their swords. A cabinet grandson in the Southern Ming Dynasty once recalled that his whole family was broken up by bandits, leaving only his son.
The specific number of losses is more accurate to say, 50 million to 100 million. This terrifying number may be just a casual mention in the book, or a few strokes of the words.
But behind this are countless innocent families and piles of bones. Last year, the number of people lost was no less than one million. This year, the entire Jiangbei region suffered a disaster, and the result was even more astronomical.
How could Zhu Cilang not feel heartbroken!
So what if you feel heartbroken? God refuses to give me food, and the people can only starve to death. Zhu Cilang has unprecedented helplessness, at least, he will bring a system himself.
People travel through time and have golden fingers and systems in their hands. If you don’t ask for anything else, you will first give yourself tens of millions of kilograms of food to save your life.
But there was no Mao, Zhu Cilang racked his brains, and the fart system and the golden fingers were not. Nothing was reliable, and everything could only depend on himself.
Zhu Cixuan knew that under any circumstances, he must remain calm enough. He will definitely find another way.
"Father, the military pay can be resolved slowly. With military pay, our three camps can go to the battle."
Emperor Chongzhen smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Imperial son, it's useless. With military pay, where does the food and grass come from?"
Zhu Cixuan was silent: "Then the child will go to raise food and grass."
Shortly after he first ascended the throne, the disaster among the people was serious. Emperor Chongzhen allocated funds to provide relief. Who knew that after layer by layer of exploitation, the disaster relief funds were only a few thousand taels left when they arrived in the disaster area.
Thousands of taels are simply a joke for a large province in a disaster area. The officials in the disaster area are really hard to say, and many officials have no choice but to spend their entire family to provide disaster relief.
But the drop in the bucket, and a little money is really not enough for the victims to drink porridge for a week. In a helpless manner, they asked to issue disaster relief funds again. When the second payment was made, the remaining one was a few hundred taels.
The official system has been completely in chaos, disaster relief, fundraising, and grain raising... The court is really powerless.
Since the court was stupid and had no choice, then Zhu Cilang himself would find a solution. Money was not a problem. Zhu Cilang, the eight imperial merchants, still saved a lot of money. This money should be enough to pay for the three camps to pacify the enemy.
What is short of food and grass. Disasters are caused in Jiangbei, so where does the food come from? And while suppressing the enemy, you also have to provide disaster relief along the way.
Without food, you can't create food out of thin air. Zhu Cilang, who returned to Zhongcui Palace, could only rely on his dog-legged Liu Laifu.
I don’t know what the grain promoted by the imperial village will produce this year. This year’s frost and continuous drought will have an impact on these grains.
Zhu Cilang couldn't sit still: "Sun Parcel, Sun Wangcai!"
Dog Leg Wangcai hurriedly ran over: "Your Highness, what are your instructions?"
"Go, call Liu Laifu, and just say that I have to look for him for a hundred thousand urgent matters, hurry up!"
Zhu Cilang was in a state of great enthusiasm, and Sun Wangcai did not dare to neglect. He left the palace and led a horse and galloped towards the imperial village. However, when he arrived at the imperial village, he could not see Liu Laifu's shadow.
I have to say that Liu Laifu is a natural good material for farming. This guy can learn it without a teacher. He has a natural sense of intimacy with corn, wheat, peanuts, soybeans, potatoes, sweet potatoes and other grain crops. Moreover, with the same fertilizer applied to the same plot, the crops grown by Laifu are better than others and have higher yields.
"Where is Lai Fu? Where did you die?" Wangcai came and was furious. The prince urgently summoned him, but there was no one in this guy.
The subordinates of the Huangzhuang said honestly: "When you know the words of Eunuch Sun, Eunuch Liu went to various villages to inspect the crops a few days ago. As for which village you went to, the villain didn't know."
Chapter completed!