Zhang Shicheng should not be afraid of death. He climbed from a private salt dealer to the throne and enjoyed a wonderful life for ten years. Even if his bones were shattered and his whole family died, what would happen?
Just a trivial thing not worth mentioning!
Just do it!
I want to see what other tricks you can play?
As a result, Zhang Ximeng showed him what it means to be ruined and be infamy for ten thousand years... Zhang Ximeng started from the Baimao River Embankment, which was equivalent to erasing Zhang Shicheng's ten years of achievements and turning him into a joke.
Then his actions were engraved on a stone tablet, passed down for generations, and ridiculed forever.
Even an ordinary old woman looked down upon him, cursed him, and wished his head was hung on a bamboo pole!
Killing people is nothing, ruining your reputation and turning into a clown's joke... When it comes to ruthlessness and determination, no one can compare with the young man in front of you.
"Zhang Ximeng, you are cruel! Just kill me!"
Zhang Ximeng shook his head slightly, "Human life is at stake. Whether or not to kill you is a matter decided by the lord, and it also depends on the laws of the country and the people's will. It is not convenient for me to do these things."
Zhang Shicheng gritted his teeth, "Zhang Ximeng, stop pretending here! You tore off my skin and threw me into the quagmire, and stepped on ten thousand feet. Now you tell me that it is inconvenient for you to kill me, why don't you
Am I cut into pieces?"
Zhang Ximeng laughed loudly, "Zhang Shicheng, this is where you have no pattern. Since the rise of the red scarf, Liu Futong, Sesame Li, Bu Wangsan, Meng Haima, Guo Zixing, Peng Yingyu, Xu Shouhui, Chen Youliang... and Yuan Ting's Tuotuo,
Chahan Timur, Dafa Badulu, Polo Timur... Heroes arise together, the world is in chaos, and the people are suffering from misery!"
"Now that most of the heroes have fallen, the day when the world will be unified is not far away. Naturally, I will write a straight and fair evaluation of each hero, and then compile it into a book and publish it in the world, so that everyone can take a good look at who is the king and who is the thief.
!Clear the source and let future generations learn from it. This is exactly what I should do."
"You...you are very good!" Zhang Shicheng was trembling all over and was so angry that he could not speak. Zhang Ximeng was not just targeting him, he was probably saying, you are all rubbish! No one can escape my pen.
Zhang Shicheng felt as if his whole body was cold, as if he were a piece of meat on a chopping board, being pointed at and evaluated as to which piece could be braised or stir-fried!
I am a majestic king, but to have fallen to this point is really pathetic and ridiculous. I have failed beyond measure!
Suddenly Zhang Shicheng raised his head and asked: "I have fallen into the sky net and don't think about anything anymore. I want to ask you, what would happen to him if he were the emperor of Yuanting?"
"He? He will probably be an ordinary person!" Zhang Ximeng said with a smile: "Earn your own food, grow your own food, and become an ordinary citizen of the Ming Dynasty!"
"Okay! Okay!" Zhang Shicheng extended two thumbs up, "I'm convinced, I'm convinced! If you guard against him, care about him, or even kill him, you can give Emperor Yuan some dignity. But just let him be an ordinary person.
This punishment is indeed 10,000 times more severe than killing him! If Emperor Yuan is like this, what else do I, Zhang Shicheng, care about! I, I want to drink! I will stop after I get drunk!"
Zhang Shicheng glanced at Zhang Ximeng and said angrily: "I am also the leader of one party after all. King Huai, who was conferred by Zhu Yuanzhang, can't he even drink some wine?"
Zhang Ximeng chuckled, "Of course not... You have to know that Yan Shenggong Kong Kejian and his son Kong Xixue both served hard labor at the dock. If you want to drink, there are various jobs in the prison. If you work for a day, you can get a bamboo stick.
Once you have accumulated one hundred pieces, you can participate in the lottery. If you are lucky, you have a one-fifth chance of getting a bottle of rice wine... Come on!"
After saying that, Zhang Ximeng turned and left. The most vicious curses sounded behind him, not only from Zhang Shicheng, but also from Zhang Shide and Zhang Shixin. They were all curses among the salt workers at the time. They were the most ugly and vicious curses that could be used by eighteen generations of ancestors.
The kind that comes to life with anger.
It's just that Zhang Ximenghun didn't care, and just asked the cell leader to arrange a brick-burning job for Zhang Shicheng, specifically to bake bricks for Yingtian Imperial City!
It would be best to use the bricks he fired to build the huts of the palace... It's perfect!
Zhang Ximeng can only use half of his energy to deal with these matters at most, and the remaining half needs to find a way out for the industries in Suzhou and Songjiang.
After all, no matter how good his previous ideas were, they would benefit most people, but if the silk and satin cannot be sold at a good price, the profits cannot be recovered, and cannot be turned into food, and the Sannong weavers cannot survive, all his ideas will be empty talk.
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"So in the final analysis, it still comes down to the word profit." Zhang Ximeng said to several subordinates: "You should discuss it carefully and come up with a reliable solution."
Then Zhang Ximeng added: "You guys should use your brains hard and think of everything. Actually, I am not a layman who doesn't understand business. Don't let me look down on you."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present changed their colors.
Does Zhang Xiang still know how to run a business?
Isn't it awesome?
Don't be bragging, right?
Among these people, Zhou Huiniang knew Zhang Ximeng relatively early. When he was running Chuzhou, he helped solve the plight of Yangzhou, established a food bank, and even issued treasure banknotes after crossing the river... In the eyes of the old man, Zhang Ximeng was a talented person.
He was Lao Zhu's chief housekeeper. When it came to business skills and ways to make a fortune, Zhang Ximeng left that group of people behind.
Of course, if you just look at Zhang Ximeng himself, you would probably think that the art of making money through business operations is one of his weaker areas... just like leading troops in war.
Their weakest projects are probably at the top level.
Does this make it less enjoyable to play?
After a while, Qian Yongqin bravely said: "Prime Minister Zhang, in recent years, barbarian merchants have been coming here to buy silk cloth. In the past, several wealthy families competed with each other, and smuggling was rampant, which gave the barbarian merchants many opportunities to make profits.
.If everything can be owned by the Municipal Shipping Department like Hangzhou, the situation will be much better."
Zhang Ximeng smiled and nodded, "This is a very good point. The most important thing in business is order. We must set the rules. We can't have one person playing the trumpet and everyone playing their own tune! Silk cloth, this is our unique thing. Crown
There is no one in the world that can match it. It is obviously a good thing, but it cannot be sold at a high price, but it is no good!"
At this time, Shi Boren suddenly said: "Xiang Zhang, the silk from Suzhou and the cloth from Songjiang are sold to outsiders in exchange for gold and silver. With the gold and silver, they buy grain from various places to feed the mulberry farmers and weavers... It seems reasonable and reasonable.
But I always feel that something is wrong, it seems that it is not so fair to people from other places!"
Zhang Ximeng smiled and nodded, and actually extended his thumb.
"This statement is too high! It is to look at the Ming Dynasty together, focusing on the whole country, the world is a game of chess, and the world is one family." Zhang Ximeng turned to Xu Bi, who was in charge of recording, and said: "You must write it down carefully, and send it to you later.
Ying Tian, hand it to the Lord and let His Majesty make a decision."
Xu Ben quickly agreed, and Zhang Ximeng added: "When we discuss foreign trade, we must understand one thing... No matter gold or silver, you cannot eat or drink it. We used the best fertile land in the south of the Yangtze River to plant mulberry trees and cotton.
, and purchased grain from other places to be consumed by the weavers of Sannong. What they got back was only hard gold and silver."
"And most of this gold and silver will flow into the hands of big silk merchants. These wealthy merchants use gold and silver to build big houses, annex land, marry young wives, buy maids, eat and clothe themselves, and one meal can be enough for ordinary people to live in a year.
Expenses... I want to ask you guys, can this kind of trade and this way of making money really make the Ming Dynasty rich and powerful and make its life better and better?"
Qian Yongqin moved his butt subconsciously, and several other merchants even changed their expressions. Why is Prime Minister Zhang talking so scary!
I always feel that the next moment I will drag the big guy out, cut off his head and make it into a bamboo pole pendant.
Fortunately, Zhang Ximeng did not want to scare everyone, but continued: "Suzhou's silk, Songjiang's cotton, these high-quality goods must be part of the goods and sent to other state capitals so that more people can enjoy them."
Hearing this, a businessman immediately stood up and said, "Xiang Zhang, I'm afraid it's not possible! Those ordinary people don't have much money!"
At this time, Zhou Huiniang smiled, "You said you don't have much money? I want to ask you, have you ever been to Huaiyuan, Hezhou, She County, or Jiangzhou?"
When asked by Zhou Huiniang, the businessman immediately stared and said vaguely: "Indeed, I have definitely never been there!"
Zhou Huiniang smiled and said: "It's a coincidence that I have not only been to them all, but also know a little bit about them. In the first place where land was equalized, people generally built new houses and had hundreds of stones to store food. If you say you can't afford silk, I admit it.
.But for things like getting married, you can still afford to buy bright red silk and satin wedding clothes, as well as silk and satin bedding, and some wealthy households can also buy a bed. You sell the silk in exchange for food, and you can go back and forth.
It’s still very profitable.”
The businessman was stunned when he heard this.
What's the meaning?
Can the people of Ming Dynasty actually afford silk?
Although it is only in a few places, it scares people to death.
I originally thought that the Ming Dynasty cracked down on powerful people and dealt with many scholar-bureaucrats. No one could afford silk anymore and could only rely on overseas trade... Now it seems that is not the case.
And it has close contacts with other states and counties, which is also a good thing for them.
When the businessman was thinking, Zhang Ximeng smiled and said: "Indeed, we need to have contacts with ourselves, and we also need to have contacts with overseas countries. When we sell our silk, we also need to take their gold, silver, grain, wood, spices, specialties...
When you come back, you can do business only if you have contacts. Let me remind you, if you just try your best to sell outside and cannot get the things back, causing prices to skyrocket and the people to be miserable, you have to bear the consequences!"
Who can bear such a big crime?
Qian Yongqin hurriedly said: "Prime Minister Zhang, the overseas risks are too great, I'm afraid..."
"What are you afraid of!" Fang Guozhen interrupted with a laugh, "Xiang Zhang, if you tell me that you have a flexible mind, what's the point of sending out a shipload of goods and coming back empty? Of course it has to be filled with good things! I'm here
If you are not talented, you are willing to lead the fleet out and travel around various countries... This can be regarded as becoming famous overseas, right?"