Chapter 2075 The ninth elder brother is the reins

Ma Qi's eldest son is named Fulton, who is in his thirties.

Regardless of his qualifications or age, he completely overwhelms Fu Qing.

Brother Jiu couldn't help but murmured: "What does King Xin mean? Why did you push this person out and curry favor with the crown prince?"

Kangxi glanced at Brother Jiu and said, "I guess it's a matter of time. Has it been three years since Fu Qing was promoted to the second-class bodyguard?"

Brother Ninth laughed sarcastically.

It's true that it hasn't been more than three years.

But back then, the Gari ceremony was moved three times a year?

He said harshly: "My son is not familiar with these matters of filling vacancies. Is it credible that the Duke and Prince An are not familiar with each other? They clearly know that Fu Qing is not in compliance with the rules, and they still put him on the deputy vacancy. It seems that he has sold a favor to him."

It's like me, but the supplement is just a supplement, it's just a false name, I don't know why I'm laughing at it!"

"Isn't this quite clear? Then why are you still making a joke?"

Kangxi nodded mercilessly.

Brother Jiu was unconvinced and said: "My son is kind-hearted and doesn't like to argue with them. Otherwise, he would have to fight for a few princes and lieutenants to take him over..."

Kangxi looked at the ninth elder brother and hated the iron.

There are a total of eleven vacancies for Zhenglan Banner Lieutenant Commanders this time, and the Eighth Prince recommended three of them, all of whom were the main candidates.

Even if the three assistant leaders are not in the name of the Eighth Prince, they will follow the Eighth Prince in the future.

This is Prince Xin and Prince An's favor to the Eighth Prince, and they are also taking advantage of the Ninth Prince's interests.

Brother Jiu doesn’t even understand this.

In the Qing Dynasty, the clans were not divided into territories, but were divided into subordinates and the population.

The number of subordinates affects the status of the prince in each banner.

Brother Jiu made a mental note of Prince Xin and Prince An, but he didn't want to mention these two people at the moment. He said: "Last time Khan Ama reprimanded his son, but his son has been thinking about other things recently..."

As he said this, he talked about wind-up toys.

Kangxi listened and shook his head: "No matter how exquisite a toy is, it is still a toy..."

Brother Jiu smiled and said: "This time my son wants to make toys from inside, not children's toys, but adults' toys. They are divided into two categories. One category goes to Mongolia and is directly made into gilt bronze Buddha statues; the other category goes to Mongolia.

Those from the south of the Yangtze River will be made into civil and military gods of wealth!"

Kangxi knew the economy well and immediately understood that Brother Jiu was "doing what he wanted".

All Mongolian people believe in religion, and there are many wealthy businessmen in the south of the Yangtze River.

Jiangnan aside, have you missed Mongolia too many times?

He looked at Brother Jiu and said: "Before you went to the Lifan Yuan, you were always thinking about making money from Mongolia. When you arrived at the Lifan Yuan, you became even more confident. Don't think about it, Mongolia's money is also valuable."

Brother Jiu shook his head and said: "I can't count. My son followed Khan Ama on several northern tours. When he was in Horqin in the 37th year, he even specifically asked the prince about his income. If he really had to rely only on raising horses and sheep, he would not be able to survive.

So majestic..."

Having said this, he paused and said: "My son suspects that several wealthy tribes should have mines, but I don't know whether they are gold mines or silver mines..."

Even if it's not gold and silver ore, but copper, iron ore, tin ore, it can still be exchanged for silver.

Kangxi looked calm.

Forget Monnan Mongolia, Mobei Mongolia does have mines, so it can trade firearms with Russia, but Galdan is afraid of it and sends troops to conquer it.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, Brother Ninth remembered the business and said: "Khan Ama, my son will pick up my 18th brother and stay here for one night. Tomorrow we will go directly to Baiwang Mountain. Then my son will pick cherries and come back to honor you!"

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Kangxi also remembered the fifth elder brother's report, looked at the ninth elder brother and said, "Why didn't the tenth elder brother go?"

Brother Jiu said: "This time it is the fifth brother who is the host. The brothers are all here. It is not good to invite the tenth brother but not the others. But if there are too many people, it will be chaotic. The son said, go back to the brother's side. The son will come again."

Just please."

Kangxi was a little dissatisfied and said: "Why did you alert Prince Zhuang Fujin?"

Brother Jiu said: "My son does not have a Mongolian population in his name. I happened to hear that my aunt was in the King's Garden in Haidian, so I borrowed some Mongolian long tune singers from my aunt."

Kangxi hummed and said: "It will cause trouble to others. Is this favor so owed?"

Brother Jiu smiled and said: "That's my aunt, or my cousin, not someone else. My aunt has always liked me!"

Kangxi looked at his ninth elder brother.

This kind of self-confidence is unique among the princes.

Do you really think you are popular?

Those were all the favors that Fujin had accumulated for him.

While we were talking, the group arrived at the rice field.

Due to the concave terrain of Haidian, there are more Haizi, but because there has been no rain this spring, the rice fields look different now.

Next to the official road, where the water has dried up, the rice seedlings are sparse and short.

Far away from the official road, where there is still a surplus of water, the rice is lush and green.

Kangxi got off his horse and looked at the short rice seedlings.

Brother Jiu said: "Just wait for the earing to be filled with water and it will be flooded."

Kangxi frowned and looked up at the sky.

It's not even the Dragon Boat Festival yet, and it's already getting so hot.

There is no rain, and the weather is hot. By the time the rice heads in June, I don’t know how dry the rice fields will be.

This is in Haidian, which has much more water than other places.

I don’t know what would happen to the crops if we moved to other places.

Kangxi thought about the information about the rain in Zhili given by Li Guangdi. Since the beginning of spring, there had only been two light rains, and the land was not moistened.

A severe drought in Zhili this year is inevitable.

If we want to stabilize people's livelihood, we need to expand the amount of water in paddy fields and dig more wells.

There is no rain in Zhili, but there is a lot of rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Since the Qingming Festival in Jiangsu, it has rained more than ten times, and there is a fear of flooding in the Yangtze River.

Kangxi's face looked a little worried.

Brother Jiu calmed down when he saw this.

We rely on God to make a living, so we don't have to worry about it.

It won’t work if it rains too much, and it won’t work if it rains too little.

However, the Qing Dynasty had a vast territory, from south to north, from east to west, and there were always dozens of floods, droughts, locust plagues, epidemics, etc. reported to the court every year.

I can't worry about this.

As long as the food in the official warehouse is sufficient, there is nothing terrible about this natural disaster.

In addition to natural disasters, there are also man-made disasters...

Brother Jiu thought that there were people in Tongzhou Cang and Jingcang who dared to reach out, and he knew that the local granaries were also indispensable for "rats eating insects".

He couldn't help but said: "Khan Ama, in this place prone to drought and waterlogging, more corn should be promoted. When the time comes, it will be received directly from the official warehouse and not circulated in the market. This grain will be saved, even if it is not good.

Eat, but when you really need relief, it’s better than Chen Guzi!”

Kangxi looked at his ninth elder brother.

The ninth elder brother had been in the Ministry of Household Affairs for one year and was aware of the disadvantages of official positions. Kangxi had been emperor for more than 40 years, so he naturally knew this too.

He looked at Brother Jiu, thoughtfully.

What Brother Jiu wants is for the Qing Dynasty to be stable. Only when the Qing Dynasty is stable can he, the prince, be stable.

If it were a natural or man-made disaster that forced the people to rebel, I don't know what would happen next.

After he said this, he said no more.

Brother Si has tried growing corn and learned that corn is more productive than sorghum and millet.

However, the number of seeds was limited before, and now corn is only grown in Guanzhuang, Shengjing and Dalinghe.

In Gyeonggi Province, it is only grown in Xianghe County.

As for other provinces, trial planting has not yet begun.

Brother Jiu is impatient and feels that the promotion of this grain variety is too slow.

However, he just muttered a few words in his mind and didn't say much.

It's not his job, he doesn't worry about it.
To be continued...