For the current Ming Dynasty, in Zhu Ying's eyes, the main thing is to "move".
This movement does not simply refer to the flow of population, but more to the fact that people have more choices.
The population composition of the society is that 80% of them belong to rural households.
So what is the mental outlook of a farmer?
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. The heavy life weighs you down.
There is no need to talk about hard work, because lazy people will really starve to death.
The family's food reserves must be calculated carefully. After all, a family is not a family of three in the eyes of future generations. It can start with six or seven, or even a dozen.
And a large family lived on those few acres of thin farmland.
The hope for the future is too far away. Being able to have a full meal every day is the greatest pursuit.
This is not the idea of a few people, but covers 80% of the people in several Ming territories.
In a small village near the capital.
"Abba! Abba!"
A teenage boy ran towards his field happily.
The old man raised his head and cursed: "You son of a bitch, did you go to the village head early in the morning to watch the excitement? Do you intend to exhaust me, an old guy, to death?"
The young man stopped and took a few breaths: "Dad, there is a notice in the village that we are looking for workers. Not only will we provide two meals a day, but we can also earn sixty cents a month."
The old man frowned: "Could it be a lie? How can there be such a good thing in the world, not only taking care of the food, but also giving sixty coins?"
"Where did these guys come from?"
Seeing that his father didn't believe it, the young man quickly explained: "It's the official who posted the notice. It's at the end of the village. It said there was a cement factory to be built. I don't know what it is."
"Someone read the notice, and I listened on the sidelines. After listening to it several times, I was sure that he was in charge of food, and the salary was sixty cents per month."
"As long as you have the strength, you can go."
When the old man heard that it was the official who said it, he couldn't help but said: "Is such a good thing really possible?"
The young man was anxious: "Dad, aren't the seeds we planted that can produce a lot of food distributed free of charge by the officials? This is a huge opportunity. If you miss it, it will be gone."
The old man was a little hesitant after hearing this.
Now there are seven people in the family, and the eldest son is the only labor force that can help. If he goes out like this, the whole life will be on him.
The younger son is only over eight years old. Although he can work in the fields, he is not strong enough.
After hesitating for a long time, the old man looked at the longing in his eldest son's eyes and gritted his teeth: "Okay, you go ahead and do it. If it's a lie, then come back quickly."
The young man smiled happily: "Okay, dad, just don't worry, I will take all my wages home when the time comes."
With the opening of factories, many laborers began to pour in.
With the minimum standard security system, after entering the factory, the living conditions of the family can be greatly improved.
It is not difficult to guess that with the influx of farm labor, the price of food will also rise.
These are all within controllable range.
At this time, you will discover one thing, that is, the mental outlook of many people has undergone earth-shaking changes in just over a month.
Life was originally lifeless and depressing, with no future in sight.
The current change is a positive one. Even the people working in the fields seem to be getting more energetic with every hoe they swing.
This is just a change in the countryside and in the city. It is almost completely different every few days.
As the Di newspaper spread, the events that caused sensation in the capital also continued to be staged across the country.
At an alarming speed, it spread to thirteen provinces.
Not only within the Ming Dynasty, but also abroad, the small countries that paid tribute and even the grassland tribes began to read the news from Di Bao.
Di Bao is not a new product in this era, but after it became popular, it was almost the only source of information.
Coupled with the current status of the Ming Dynasty, it is conceivable that all countries and all nobles will work hard to collect imperial newspapers.
After being sent overseas, the price of three cents of Dibao can reach up to thirty taels of gold.
The profits from this are enough to drive ordinary businessmen crazy.
"This is too exaggerated."
Zhu Ying was a little confused when she got the news.
In the early Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang stipulated that one tael of gold was equal to four taels of silver.
More than twenty years later, due to tribute trade, a large number of foreign ministers transported silver to the Ming Dynasty, and then converted it into gold and shipped it out, making today's gold equivalent to about eight taels of silver.
In other words, a three-penny newspaper can be exchanged for two hundred and forty taels of silver if it is transported far enough.
One tael of silver is worth a thousand coins.
The profits involved are terrifying and simply appalling.
As soon as she got the news, Zhu Ying didn't hesitate at all and went directly to the old man to tell the story.
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened: "Grandson, a residence newspaper, thirty taels of gold, where did this idiot come from?"
Zhu Yuanzhang was familiar with the output of Di Bao.
Hundreds of thousands of copies are printed every day, and this figure is constantly rising.
When he heard the news, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't believe it at first, but he understood better that it was impossible for Da Sun to lie to him.
Zhu Ying smiled bitterly and said: "Grandpa, my grandson never expected that those extraterrestrial places would admire our Ming Dynasty so much."
"I think thirty taels of gold is just an example, but generally speaking, the price won't be that low."
"Their news has been blocked for a long time. Our capital's newspaper still covers major events related to the rise and fall of the country. For some small countries in the border areas, this news can be said to be worth thousands of dollars."
"Although it is indeed an exaggeration, we have underestimated their eagerness to understand the latest developments in Ming Dynasty."
After Zhu Yuanzhang thought for a moment, he asked Dasun: "What do Dasun think about this matter?"
He didn't believe that with such huge interests, Da Sun would let it go.
Sure enough, Zhu Ying said without hesitation: "First of all, we must vigorously crack down on the selling of house newspapers by merchants."
"The main target is the border area. All merchants entering and exiting will be strictly searched. Once this happens, they must be severely punished."
Zhu Yuanzhang said: "With such huge benefits, many people will definitely take risks to obtain huge profits. Furthermore, this residence can only be repaid with a piece of paper, so it is too easy to hide it."
Zhu Ying smiled and said: "Sun'er understands that the blow will not be clean, but this also limits the number they can carry each time."
"At this rate, the prices disclosed by Dibao will only show an upward trend."
Seeing Da Sun's smile, Zhu Yuanzhang already understood what Da Sun was thinking.
This is obviously to take this opportunity to raise the price of Dibao.
When the number becomes smaller, it means that Dibao becomes more precious and can be sold at a good price from outside.
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and asked, "What price is Da Sun going to sell it for?"
Zhu Ying thought about it and said, "One tael of silver."
"Oh?" Zhu Yuanzhang was a little surprised. This was not in line with Da Sun's temperament.
Zhuying smiled and started to explain.
It turns out that when I saw this opportunity to make money, I initially planned to sell it at a high price.
But Zhu Ying soon discovered that such a high price was tantamount to killing the goose that laid eggs, and it would be difficult to maintain a long-term business.
After calculating the cost and transportation in my mind, the price of one tael of silver was the most reasonable.
The most important thing is that Zhu Ying's targets are not just those big nobles and rich people.
Including some wealthy households and small nobles from small countries, they are also in his sight.
The price of one tael of silver is affordable for people who are a little richer. After knowing that Ming's information can be sold so easily, this wool must be harvested.
Everyone else is doing it anyway.
You can be bolder and directly set up a liaison office in other small countries specifically for the delivery of newspapers.
As long as the quantity is controlled well, if nothing else, at the current transportation speed, it can be sold for ten or twenty years.
This is almost free money.
How fast is the newspaper published?
Now there is an issue every three days, and there are at least hundreds of the latest content a year.
At this rate, a seemingly inconspicuous one tael of silver can actually bring in a hundred taels a year.
Just one household.
In a small country, the gap between the rich and the poor is huge, with sales targets in the hundreds.
There are so many countries surrounding the Ming Dynasty, how many are there in the Western Regions alone?
The profits in this can only be described in two words: terrifying!
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A bad one can even be compared to the full annual income of the Ming Dynasty today.
Let the national treasury be doubled directly.
After Zhu Yuanzhang listened to Da Sun's narration, he felt it was a bit incredible, even false, dreamy, and exaggerated.
After a long while, Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Then let's issue the edict directly."
Zhu Ying nodded heavily.
Regarding the buying and selling of Di Bao, who has the biggest profit on the grassland?
That's right, they are Shanxi merchants.
Through their own channel relationships, they began to promote the Capital Palace newspaper to the nobles of various grassland tribes.
Even because of language communication, literate Han people were sent to help recite.
It can be said to be an extremely considerate service.
However, in just half a month, the business has become more and more prosperous, especially the huge profits, which are equivalent to picking up for nothing.
On this day, Shanxi Border Pass.
"Master, master, it's not good, the young master led the team and was arrested."
A servant shouted hurriedly towards the yard.
This is the courtyard of the Hou family.
After hearing this, Mr. Hou walked out in a few steps and grabbed the servant's collar: "Tell me what happened and how could Wen'er be arrested."
The servant trembled and said: "Master, it's the new official. They don't recognize our Hou family at all. The young master brought the caravan over as usual, and was captured directly."
Mr. Hou asked: "On what charges were they arrested?"
The servant quickly replied: "It was said that the sale of newspapers to outsiders was not allowed. There were many newspapers on the young master's carriage, so he was arrested."
Mr. Hou's face was gloomy. He did not expect the court's counterattack to come so quickly.
A large number of the guards here in Shanxi were transferred to the Japanese expedition, and the newly arrived guards were unable to establish communication in a short period of time.
Because no one knows whether there are imperial guards lurking among the officers of these guards.
Now the imperial court's attitude towards Shanxi merchants is very clear, and they are almost rushing to kill them all. Therefore, when contacting them, they have to be much more careful.
At least we have to find out the details clearly.
It is not easy to find out some information. Although there are connections in the military, it takes time to get back and forth.
Now it seems that things may be difficult to handle.
"Let's go, prepare the carriage immediately, I have to go to the magistrate immediately."
Mr. Hou ordered.
It's not that he doesn't want to let go of his son. After all, there are quite a few sons down there, and if one or two die, it's still not unacceptable.
The key is to know the current situation and how the court will conduct the review.
No matter how powerful a businessman is, no matter how much money he has, he still does not have an army that he can directly control.
The eight Shanxi merchant families are indeed powerful, but on the surface, they can be easily slaughtered by any guard.
The reason why they are difficult to deal with now is mainly because of their concealment and the complicated relationships behind them.
Many former tribesmen carried out large-scale immigration due to the arrangements of the imperial court.
I also changed my household registration.
Even if it was found out that it belonged to the Jin Dynasty before, there is nothing to worry about. The scope involved is too wide, and the court cannot target them one by one.
This time, arresting people directly was a bit passive.
This is a small border town, and the entire town has only seven to eight thousand households.
The real core members of the Hou family, one of the eight Shanxi merchant families, are hidden here.
It stands to reason that the sergeants in the city have been transferred. There is no reason that the head of the Hou family here does not know about it.
After getting on the carriage, we hurried to the magistrate's office.
"stop!"
But halfway through, the old man stopped the carriage.
"Master, what are your orders?" the servant asked quickly.
Mr. Hou looked at the somewhat lonely scene in front of him and frowned.
It was no different from usual here, but there was a feeling of joy in his heart.
After pondering for a while, he told the groom: "You continue to drive to the magistrate's office. I will arrive soon."
This place is only a few hundred meters away from the government office, just around two bends.
The groom didn't dare to ask any more questions and just accepted it.
"Drive slowly, don't go too fast."
"Okay sir."
Seeing the carriage start to move, Mr. Hou ordered a man to follow him quickly to check the movement.
It turned out that Mr. Hou's caution saved his life again.
At the corner of the corner, the man sent over seemed to have seen something and waved wildly to signal danger.
"Walk!"
When Mr. Hou saw this, he quickly left without looking back.
And somewhere out of sight, the groom had fallen into a pool of blood.
Even the man following him was killed by several arrows.