"3.66 million acres?" Zhu Youjian was stunned when he heard this number, "Why so many? I remember that the late emperor only gave your family 2 million acres? Did your father buy another 1.66 million acres in these years?"

"This" Zhu Yousong shook his head, looking confused, "I don't know, I just asked someone to take out all the land deeds at home and count them."

"Long live my Lord," Widow Xu, who took the list, said with a smile, "His Royal Highness Prince Fu cannot possibly spend money to buy land. How can the Royal Palace spend money to buy land? All the extra land is in the name of Prince Fu's Palace. .”

"Oh, you are cheating on tax avoidance!" Zhu Youjian's face turned livid, "This is sucking the blood of the Ming Dynasty! The Ming Dynasty is already so poor, it is really unscrupulous for you to do this!"

Zhu Yousong was startled by his words and fell to his knees with a plop.

Widow Xu next to her smiled and said again: "That's probably how the more than 1,000 shops came to be, right?"

"Ah, I, I don't know."

Zhu Youjian snorted: "You don't know, I know! You princes eat the food of the Ming Dynasty and wear the clothes of the Ming Dynasty, but you are all poaching the walls of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Your Majesty, please spare your life, Your Majesty, please spare my life." Zhu Yousong was so frightened that he trembled.

Zhu Youjian glared at Widow Xu again: "Xu Ruolan, you are not a good person either. You are a profiteer who first adopted the Hakka family as your mother and then Xu Yingyuan as your father. Isn't it just for smuggling and tax evasion? You are all national traitors!"

This is a national thief. Should he be beheaded? Half of Zhu Yousong’s soul was frightened!

Widow Xu, however, looked unconcerned and said with a smile: "Where are your words from, Long Live the Lord? You are the one who robbed the national thieves like Nu and Prince Fu in the end!"

Yes! Zhu Yousong was right when he thought about it. How much he has worked hard for so many years to save, but in the end, doesn’t it all belong to you, the emperor?

Zhu Youjian was exposed by Widow Xu, but he didn't get angry. He just smiled and said: "It took me many years to understand this truth. The emperor's thieves are also! He just wants to rob you national thieves! Ruolan, hand over the Wang family of Fu." My money, shop, and farmland have all been entrusted to you, can you manage them?"

"Those who can manage it," Widow Xu said with a smile, "The business I manage in the Bai family is much more troublesome than these!"

"But you are only one person, how can you manage such a big deal?"

Widow Xu smiled and said: "How can a slave be the same person? A slave who has been the general merchant of Shanxi in the capital will naturally have the means to recruit stewards and assistants."

"Are those businessmen trustworthy?"

"What's so unreliable?" Widow Xu said with a smile, "I'm just talking about business in business. Since the Lord Long Live can trust me, I'll let him go to me for business. I can't use the people in the palace."

Zhu Youjian knew that Nizi was also in business at that time. Didn't he use merchants to manage such a large business? None of the eunuchs in the palace or civil servants in the court got a job in the Royal Chamber of Commerce.

Nizi is the richest profiteer in the Ming Dynasty, so there must be a reason for him to do what he does.

"Okay," Zhu Youjian nodded, "then I'll leave it all to you!"

He paused and then said to Widow Xu: "When Hong Chengchou and Lu Xiangsheng finish the delivery, we will set off first to Beijing, then to Luoyang, and finally I will enter Guanzhong to quell the thieves, and you will stay in Luoyang to take over the properties of Prince Fu's Mansion. !”

After listening to Zhu Youjian's words, Zhu Yousong, who was still kneeling on the ground, sighed: What a miserable life! All the good family property belongs to others? How will I live in Nanjing in the future?

"Long live my lord, I have served as a soldier in Taomin and as the governor of Shaanxi, and I have always known how miserable Shaanxi is. How miserable is Shaanxi? Just one sentence, in the world, Shaanxi is the most miserable!"

The person who was telling Zhu Youjian that "Shaanxi is the most miserable" was Bi Ziyan, who was about to take office in Shaanxi. He was now walking side by side with Zhu Youjian on his way south to the capital.

Zhu Youjian finally finished taking care of the Yanshan and Daning affairs. On the third day of June in the second year of Chongzhen, he left the newly completed Daning "Tubao" and led two regiments of cavalry and two groups of artillery (12 3-pounders).

cannon) and embarked on the journey south.

With more than two thousand people...of course it is enough to put down the rebel rebels. With a cannon blast and a cavalry charge, the slave thieves will be defeated, let alone the western thieves?

But Zhu Youjian also knew that the chaos in Shaanxi was caused by natural and man-made disasters, and could not be put down by a few thousand elite soldiers killing for a while.

However, he did not agree with Bi Ziyan's statement. How could Shaanxi be the most miserable? Zhu Youjian said: It is obviously me, the great emperor of tomorrow, who is the most miserable... Although I can't be hungry or cold, I feel miserable in my heart.

Ah! In my previous life, I worked hard for the country and the people for seventeen years, but in the end, everyone betrayed my relatives, and even let a traitor seize the power.

And in this life, I have to suffer twice, suffer twice...and my heart is even more miserable than in the previous life!

In my previous life, I was so confused that I didn't know that those around me were either traitors or traitors, traitors or corrupt officials! Now that I know everything, can I not be miserable?

Thinking of this, Zhu Youjian turned his head and glanced at Li Zicheng and Li Jin, his uncle and nephew who were riding their horses and carrying guns.

Li Zicheng, a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty who didn't know how bad he was, also noticed Zhu Youjian's gloomy eyes.

Li Zicheng said heartily: Your Majesty is angry with Bi Ziyan? Governor Bi is the same. How can you tell your Majesty that the people are suffering? You have to say that the country is peaceful and the people are safe!

"Li Zicheng," Zhu Youjian said angrily, "You are from Shaanxi. Tell me, are the people of Shaanxi miserable?"

"This..." Li Zicheng asked immediately and was a little confused.

In front of Bi Ziyan, he couldn't say that the people of Shaanxi are rich and the land is rich! Isn't this a slap in the face of Governor Bi?

"Of course it's hard!" Li Jin saw that Li Zicheng was silent, thinking that this uncle didn't know how expensive firewood and rice were, so he said, "There are five towns in one province of Shaanxi. The weather is dry and the land is barren. Looking around, there are all

The loess quickly dries into sand, and even if the weather is good, the Ming Dynasty can only afford a few buckets of food... But now the drought is like this, it is not allowing people to live!"

That's not my fault! I don't care about the rain! Zhu Youjian looked at Li Zicheng gloomily, "Li Zicheng, you must have suffered a lot when you were in Shaanxi, right?"

"It's okay, I have a job as a postman," Li Zicheng said with a smile, "I can't be hungry after all, but I don't have a wife."

"What if there is no errand at the inn?" Zhu Youjian asked with a smile, "You don't know how to farm, how can you survive? Are you about to start a rebellion?"

"Ah, that's..." Li Zicheng said it smoothly. Only when he said the word "yes" did he realize something was wrong, and quickly changed his words: "No, no, no... How could I rebel? I am the most loyal! I will starve to death.

It’s impossible to rebel!”

Deceiving you again! Zhu Youjian sighed and thought: I am so easy to deceive that I was driven out of Beijing by you, a traitor, in my last life!

Seeing Zhu Youjian's expression of disapproval, Li Jin quickly tried to smooth things over for his uncle who was talking nonsense, "Your Majesty, even if our uncles and nephews cannot be your servants or post soldiers, they can still survive.

Shaanxi has suffered from drought for many years, and our uncles and nephews are still able to make a living. Moreover, the emperor is a benevolent king, so he will definitely spare our Shaanxi people from the imperial grain and extra stipends."

Li Zicheng nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, as long as the emperor is free from food for three years, we can live!"

Three years of food exemption? Why does it sound so familiar? Are we going to meet the King of Chuang again? When Zhu Youjian frowned, Bi Ziyan was already shaking his head, "No, no, we can't be exempt from food!"

Why? Zhu Youjian was stunned and said to Bi Ziyan: "Why can't it be exempted? How much land tax is there in Shaanxi per year? It's only more than one million shi, right? I got 2.8 million taels of silver from Prince Fu. With all this money

, you can be exempted from Shaanxi’s two-year imperial ration!”

"Long live my lord," Bi Ziyan shook his head, "Shaanxi does not have money and food from Beijing. It only has more than 200,000 taels of silver from the Liao Dynasty that were sent to dissolve the ministry. It has been exempted since the third year of Chongzhen. And the people of Shaanxi Province

The money and grain collected are all grain for the democratic movement sent to the five towns of Yulin, Gansu, Ningxia, Lintao, and Guyuan. The grain for the democratic movement of the five towns must not be dispensed with! The severe drought in Shaanxi is not only affecting all prefectures and states, but also Yulin,

The five military towns in Ningxia, Lintao, Guyuan, and Gansu are suffering from the same drought and lack of rain! There are hundreds of thousands of military households in the five military towns, and the number of soldiers is not small. However, there are not enough local military camps, and they have suffered from droughts for many years. If
Chapter completed!