Fighting a war is the same as doing business, there is no difference.
You can't be rigid in your life. If the homecoming certificate cannot be sold, could it be burned in a fire?
We need to think innovatively and use market economy methods to solve the problem of unsalable products.
No one knows better than Jia Liu how valuable the homecoming certificate he worked overtime to produce is and how authoritative it is from the government.
This thing is really in short supply, hot-selling goods, hard currency, that is to say, the religious bandits in Linqing City are ignorant and have no eyesight. If it were replaced by someone with a little knowledge, they would all have to fight to be scalpers.
To a certain extent, this homecoming certificate is a gold medal for farmers who participated in the uprising to avoid death.
Jia Liu, who was worried about the rebels, had to give those ignorant villagers in Linqing City a hard blow!
If I give you money to go home and farm the land but you don't do it, then the good thing is over. Now you have to pay to go home.
In order to promote promotion, of course there must be a set meal.
The one-cigarette Kung Fu set meal is now available.
The first 100 people only need to pay ten cents to receive a good citizen certificate and return to their hometown to farm.
If you have one hundred to five hundred people, you have to pay thirty coins.
From 500 to 1,000 people, the price will increase to 50 cents each.
From one thousand to two thousand people, there will be one letter per hundred.
From now on, double the amount in thousands.
If you want to go home and live a happy life as a common person, you can pay for it.
If you don't want to go home and just want to wait for death in Linqing City, you can keep the money yourself. When the city is destroyed, the Prime Minister will at most bother to have your bodies dug out.
This is only for ordinary people who are not officials in the Ever Victorious Army. It is not impossible for direct members of the Qingshui Cult to buy it. As long as they have the heart to repent and do good, Jia Liu will not do anything wrong, but the price matters.
The total number of soldiers is 5,000 taels, the marshal is 10,000 taels, and the Duke is 20,000 taels. Wang Lun, the leader, does not accept any money.
If such a big mess is caused, there must be someone who can drag him to Beijing to Ling Chi.
It’s not that Jia Liu insisted on blackmailing the Qingshui Sect. In fact, since the Chang Sheng Army’s uprising, they have obtained some money, especially since they occupied the Linqing treasury. Before the Qing army encircled the canal, there were many canals.
were robbed by them.
Together with the several counties that were previously looted, it is conservatively estimated that there are still hundreds of thousands of taels.
Originally, because of the establishment of Chang Weijun, Jia Liu agreed to share this money equally with the other three big guys. Now, it is decided by the market.
"By the way, if that Wu Sanniang wants to go home, she shouldn't take the money. It's so pitiful that the girl's family has no husband."
The kind-hearted Jia Liu also specifically promised that Wu Sanniang and her army of women could be let go for free.
Prime Minister, don't hit women.
Afterwards, the court wanted to investigate, so he ran away during the chaos, concealed his name, or died in the ruined city. There were many excuses.
Today, outside Linqing City, Jia Liu and the three big men are covering the sky with their hands.
It would be best if all the backbone of the Ever-Victorious Army could be eliminated, so that Jia Liu would not have to work hard to instigate a second uprising in the future.
Lin Sanmao wrote them down one by one, and immediately took dozens of his battalion soldiers to implement the Prime Minister's instructions.
The "swish" arrow shot into the city.
"Master, can this be done?"
Yang Zhi felt that the young master was simply out of his mind. They were not willing to accept the money given to the bandits, let alone ask them to pay.
Looking at Linqing City in the night, Jia Liu shook the cattail leaf fan in his hand and killed a blood-sucking mosquito. Then he said leisurely: "There are some things you don't understand, and I didn't understand them at first, but now I understand."
Already."
"What do you know, Master?"
Shuan Zhu looked like he didn't understand.
"You'll understand later."
Jia Liu had an inscrutable look on his face and waited patiently.
When arrows of books are shot into the city, the bandits always have time to digest.
An hour later, several dark figures climbed down the rope from the city, crouching stealthily, and lightly touched the front of the Qing military camp.
"Here, here!"
Jia Liu, who personally picked up the guests, looked very excited, just like the fat steward at the Chongzhou Governor's Yamen two years ago.
A farmer in his forties raised the "Admonition to Bandits" in his hand and said timidly: "Master, will you let us go home after paying the money?"
Jia Liu, who was dressed in casual clothes, let out a laugh: "What the hell, are you going to stay here and eat the royal food if you don't go home?"
After hearing this, the farmer hesitated for a moment, took out ten cents from his arms and carefully handed it to Jia Liu's hand.
Instructing Shuan Zhu to bring the torch closer, and after counting the number of copper coins, Jia Liuyi waved his hand, and immediately Lin Sanmao handed the return certificate to the farmer, and then asked him whether he should go back now or wait until dawn.
"If your home is far away, you won't be able to go back for a while. We also have dry food here, which is not expensive, costing five cents a piece. We can also provide carriages, but this costs extra, as well as clothes and so on."
According to Mr. Jia's wishes, Lin Sanmao reported the follow-up service package.
Everyone paid money one after another, and as they were paying, more people climbed down from the city and surrendered.
Soon, there was no end to the calls.
There was a lot of movement, but the generals of the victorious army in the city did not stop it.
I don’t know whether they were worried that the suppression would cause internal strife and allow the Qing army to take advantage of it, or whether these generals were already considering paying the money.
A bandit who heard that he was ranked 500th in line and had to pay 20 cents more than the person in front of him was so anxious that he cried and said that he didn't have enough money.
Fortunately, a companion advanced money for him, and he happily embarked on the road back home.
Jia Liu observed silently from the sidelines. As he guessed, most of the so-called religious bandits were ignorant farmers.
Yang Zhi grabbed a "teacher bandit" who had just paid the money and was going to buy some dry food to go home, and curiously asked him: "Why did you not come when I asked you to come to collect the money and go home? Now when I ask you to pay, you don't."
They all came running? Isn’t this stupid?”
"Are you stupid? Are there any officers and soldiers in the world who don't extort money from others? If we don't give them money, do you think the officers and soldiers will really let us go home? Even if they spare our lives, they will definitely arrest us and do hard labor."
Yang Zhi was speechless.
Jia Liu glanced at him: "Now, do you understand?"
"understood."
Yang Zhi nodded and then said: "Master, I found that many religious bandits are poor. They don't have enough money. Can you lend them some money and charge appropriate interest?"
Shuan Zhu's suggestion made Jia Liu look at him twice.
"Young Master, these people are no longer afraid of the Qing court in their bones. If you treat them better, they will be able to turn to us in the future."
"Go ahead and let them pay the IOU."
Jia Liu yawned and was about to go to bed, but Lin Sanmao ran over excitedly: "Sir, big business is coming!"
"Um?"
Jia Liu raised his eyebrows.
Lin Sanmao said quickly: "Yan Jiren sent someone here."
Marshal Yan really sent someone, and it was his younger brother Yan Jixiang.
After a brief conversation, Jia Liu said directly to Yan Jixiang: "Go back and tell Yan Jiren that if you want me to spare his family, it will cost you at least five thousand taels. However,"
Yan Jixiang was not confused and said hurriedly: "Please make it clear, Prime Minister!"
"If your brother can capture that military advisor named Fan, I will not only let you go, but I will also be able to ask the imperial court for your brother."
Jia Liu was thirsty for talents. In his eyes, tens of thousands of victorious troops were not as important as one Brahma Wei.
If this guy can be used by himself, he is no less than three cobblers.
When Yan Jixiang left, Jia Liu reminded him to hurry up, because news came from Beijing that the Sauron soldiers and Mongolian cavalry from outside the customs had arrived in Tongzhou, and they would arrive in a few days at most.
Qianlong decreed that Lawang Dorji, the Minister of the Imperial Guard, should be appointed as the Minister of Solon's team, and Asiha, the imperial censor, should be appointed as the counselor of the Mongolian cavalry.
This Lawang Dorji had a great background. He was not only Prince Chaoyong, but also Qianlong's biological son-in-law. His wife was Qianlong's seventh daughter, Princess Gu Lun and Princess Jing.
This identity is much more powerful than Jia Liu, the prince's consort in Xinwang Mansion.
Yang Jingsu suspected that Lawang was here to take credit.
Jia Liu thought it was possible, because Qianlong liked to send his clan members to grab credit.