Currency is population. Shikoku Island was finally sold for 4 million. After a series of subsequent construction and development, a fee of 2 million was charged. Finally, Shikoku Island was sold at the cost of a total population of 6 million.
The second business deal has been concluded!
Although the population is not real money, no one dares to shout nonsense. Wang Xuan said one year, that is one year, and the person who dares to default on his debts has not been born yet!
Although these guys are from top aristocratic families everywhere, they don't dare to shout out prices at will.
For Wang Xuan, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the construction of Kyushu Island has just been completed, and the personnel have not been withdrawn yet, and they have just moved to Shikoku Island. As for the Japanese people, I believe they will welcome him very much.
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"My Lord, something happened. Emperor Taichang is dead." Ye Huo said hurriedly as soon as he entered the door.
Wang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then gave no other expression. He stretched out his hand to indicate that Yehuo should sit down, and then said slowly: "Forget it, just die. I have lived for more than a year, which is considered enough."
, a born short-lived ghost, he died after helping him so much, this is useless."
"..." Ye Huo rolled his eyes, "The emperor is dead, this is too casual."
"Then what should we do?" Qinghongzaobai was trimming his nails beside him and asked casually without raising his head or eyes.
Sun Chuanting sighed heavily. He didn't know what he was feeling at the moment. He was still very sad when Wanli died, but it had only been more than a year since another person died. As a big man, it was difficult for him to squeeze out tears.
However, it is said that the emperor died a bit too frequently, no wonder the master and his subordinates said that they did not want to be emperor.
"How many troops do we still have idle now, Sun Chuanting?"
When Sun Chuanting heard about Wang Xuan Culture, he said without thinking: "Sixty thousand people."
"So few?" Wang Xuan was stunned and couldn't believe it. Over the years, he had expanded his army by another 60,000 on the original basis. This was an army of 180,000!
These are not the Ming Dynasty's military forces that only exist in numbers, these are real elite warriors.
"A lot!" Sun Chuanting twitched the corner of his mouth. He didn't know what to say. Over the past year or so, the territory controlled by Wang Xuan has been getting bigger and bigger. Anyway, he calculated that it is no smaller than Ming Dynasty.
Although the population is just approaching 20 million.
As the place becomes larger, the troops become more and more dispersed. This is despite the fact that a large number of local security forces help solve most problems. In fact, apart from the border, the largest consumption of troops is business!
Yes, business has grown in size and industry over the years, but the most profitable thing is the army!
There are about 50,000 people who take turns fighting overseas, occupying territory and then stationing there for a period of time, building and selling it. This is already a very mature industrial chain.
Another point is that it is becoming more and more difficult to recruit soldiers. The population is still severely lacking. Whether it is farming or doing other work, each person living is more prosperous. Therefore, recruiting soldiers has become more difficult. Those twenty acres of land... that can be considered
industry?
"This is not possible. Recruiting troops must be done. Recruit 50,000 more troops." Wang Xuan picked his ears and continued: "Intensify the propaganda efforts. Those who are good men who are not soldiers, who are good men who can't hammer nails will definitely not be allowed to do it again."
Show up and preach to me that it is glorious to be a soldier, to protect our country, and if one person serves as a soldier, the whole family will benefit. Anyway, we must recruit another 50,000 people!"
"Okay!" Sun Chuanting recorded it.
"In addition, these 60,000 people should also gather together." Wang Xuan sighed, "It's such a hard work, and there is no time to rest. The emperor can't die later!?"
"I guess he didn't want to die so early." Ye Huo couldn't help but laugh, "There are a lot of doubts here. It is said that Emperor Taichang took a tribute 'red pill' before his death."
Although the broken car of history was driven by Wang Xuan and drifted for a while, it returned to its original trajectory after letting go. Emperor Taichang still died in the "Red Pill Case".
Speaking of which, the three major cases in the late Ming Dynasty were all related to Emperor Taichang. This guy could no longer be described as unlucky. I don't know if he was given the artificially dyed red underwear by the goddess of luck in his previous life. It was simply bad luck.
As the eldest son of the emperor, he was born privately by Emperor Wanli and a palace maid. If not for the lack of a son, he might have been strangled to death before he was born.
This was just the beginning of the tragedy of his life. After he was established as the prince, he was even less loved by his father. Then a younger brother appeared. However, Zhu Changluo himself became a tool for the ministers to fight against the emperor, and was repeatedly used to stimulate him.
father.
Later, when the emperor wanted to depose the prince, these ministers suddenly became Zhu Changluo's side, defending him to the death, and resolutely opposed the emperor. In the end, a "beating case" occurred. Anyway, in the end, the mastermind was not found.
, I don’t know who is behind the scenes.
He finally managed to survive his father's death and ascended the throne, but he didn't know what he was thinking. Maybe he had some lingering effects from his previous life. He suffered a heavy blow when he spoke out in this life, and his brain was not very clear. After he ascended the throne, he actually used
Cui Wensheng became the eunuch Bingbi, the Supervisor of Ceremonies!
This Cui Wensheng was the chamberlain of Concubine Zheng. Concubine Zheng first killed Zhu Changluo's mother, and later gave birth to "Prince Fu" Zhu Changxun to compete with him for the position of crown prince. However, after this guy ascended the throne, he seemed to have forgotten all about it.
Well, regardless of whether he was thinking on his heels or not, he was sick anyway, and he must not see the imperial doctor when he was sick. What if his brain problem was cured... In the end, the medicine was prescribed by the eunuch Cui Wensheng.
I don’t know what the medicine is, but I had more than 40 bowel movements in one night...
Listening to Ye Huo reciting information, where did Zui Hongchen come from the palace? As he listened, Wang Xuan couldn't help but said: "Zhu Changluo doesn't have a lot of brains to begin with. Don't waste his little brains by pulling him out like this."
They were all dragged out."
"..." Ye Huo.
"..." All black and white.
"..." Sun Chuanting.
My Lord, has your focus gone astray?
"Okay, okay, continue reading." Wang Xuan stretched out his hand and Ye Huo continued to recite.
The next day, Fang Congzhe went to visit Emperor Taichang. Zhu Changluo asked, "I heard that officials from Honglu Temple came to buy medicine. Why haven't they been sent yet?"
"Li Kezhuo, the Prime Minister of Honglu Temple, once wrote in a book that he had a magic formula that could cure Long Live Disease. However, I discussed with the ministers in the cabinet and felt that I should not be credulous, so I dismissed Li Kezhuo."
Emperor Taichang looked angry: "The imperial doctors are useless, and the immortal prescriptions are not trustworthy. How can I just sit back and wait for death?"
"No, Zui Hongchen didn't try to persuade Zhu Changluo about this? He's sick. He doesn't take good medicine, but he takes the elixir. Is he living enough?" Wang Xuan really couldn't understand.
"Yes, Zhu Changluo is sick!" Qinghongsaobai nodded affirmatively!
"..." Wang Xuan.
How dare you tell me from whom you learned your ability to argue!
Ye Huo sighed silently, decided to ignore them, and continued reading the information.
For three consecutive days, people kept coming to the harem asking, "Has Li Kezhuo's elixir been delivered?"
Fang Congzhe just made excuses. On the afternoon of the third day, the emperor's personal eunuch came to Tiren Pavilion and told Li Kezhuo that the emperor had issued an edict and asked Li Kezhuo to bring the elixir into the palace. Fang Congzhe had no choice but to negotiate with the cabinet minister Han Huoguang.
Accompanying Li Kezhuo, the Prime Minister of Honglu Temple, he brought the medicine into the palace and acted accordingly.
Li Kezhuo, the chief minister of Honglu Temple, has an elegant demeanor and a fairy-like spirit. According to him, this elixir was given by an immortal elder he met while collecting medicine in Mount Emei. All the medicinal materials used were collected from the fairyland of Shenfu.
Cure all diseases.
"No, this Li Kezhuo works in Beijing, but he can go to Mount Emei in Sichuan to collect medicine. How many days has he been absent from work!"
"..." Ye Huo.
"..." Sun Chuanting.
Lord, are you serious?
The emperor is dead. Can we be more serious about this huge case?
"What expressions do you have? The problem of absenteeism is very harmful. The emperor was killed! When the next issue of the newspaper is published, this matter will also be published. We must also strictly investigate the problem of absenteeism!" Wang Xuan said seriously
, if it weren’t for the uncontrollable smile in his eyes, maybe the three of them would have believed it.
"Don't be like this, be happy. The death of Lao Zhu's family has nothing to do with us. Why are you all so sad? In this Ming Dynasty, it doesn't matter whether there is an emperor or not, and we don't rely on the emperor to handle any major national affairs."
Ye Huo and Sun Chuanting looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled bitterly. Although this was the truth, they were still emperors no matter what, so they should maintain a minimum of respect.
"That's right. As long as what is placed on the throne is not a coffin, it doesn't matter anything else." Since losing the 'ability' of the imperial examination, Qinghongzaobai has become more and more independent.
Wang Xuan nodded in agreement, and then continued: "Assemble an army of 50,000 people and set off in a few days. Let's go to the capital. We have almost prepared all these years. It's time to mobilize the power of the entire Ming Dynasty."
Wang Xuan made this decision without any warning. He suddenly said it at this time, which made the three of them look confused. Such a big thing should not be carefully planned. It takes ten and a half days to discuss it, and another year and a half to prepare it.
Are you ready?
Are you being a little too hasty?
Wang Xuan didn't take everyone's performance to heart at all. Now that he had made a decision, there was no room for others to refute, "Send a message later, let's raise an army to clear the emperor's side!"
Are you finally going to show your fangs? Sun Chuanting looked at Wang Xuan with burning eyes and asked: "After Qingjun sidelines, what step should we take?"
As if he didn't hear what Sun Chuanting meant, Wang Xuan said to himself: "The content of the memorandum is as follows. Li Kezhuo first absented himself from work for a year without any reason, and then practiced medicine without a license, which led to the death of Emperor Taichang. All because the Ming Dynasty system was too loose and corrupt.
This gave rise to a large number of irresponsible officials who failed to strictly check Cui Wensheng's medical qualification certificate and failed to detect and stop Li Kezhuo when he was absent from work. This led to the tragedy.
The purpose of bringing troops to Beijing this time is to rectify the atmosphere, strictly investigate the phenomenon of working without a certificate, eating and drinking at public funds, arriving late and leaving early, etc., and strive to give the Ming Dynasty a new life."