In fact, Han Tuozhou's more than 40 concubines must be fighting, but Han Tuozhou's status prevented them from rising to the point of death.
Liu Rui smiled and said, "Live for a few days, I've been too tired these days, so I'll be slow."
"Well, so do I. I need a few days to rest, so I left Lin'an and went to this Xishan Villa."
Liu Rui did not leave, but arranged for Han Jiang's intention to pass on his confidant back.
Liu Ruilai has another thing.
I just want to see Han Jiang’s workshop in Xishan called the Institute. The new steel knife formula and forging method have lower costs and better military equipment. As a soldier, Liu Rui wants to pay attention to it personally.
But Liu Rui didn't want to reveal his identity, he just paid attention to it secretly.
A few days later, Yangzhou and Daming Temple.
Daming Temple is still a temple or a temple.
There are golden Buddha statues, and there are monks.
Master Kongjian.
It used to be called Kongjian, but later it was called Kongjian Master, and then Kongjian Abbot, and now it is Master Kongjian.
This status has improved little by little.
Because he manages the black market in Yangzhou, the most valuable goods in the black market in Yangzhou are salt, iron and grain.
Huai Yan Banknotes have hit the floor price due to the major flood in the Yellow River. Short storms are like waste paper. The lowest batch of transactions in the long storms is 18% of the original price, which is beyond the expectations of all merchants.
However, in the past few days, some people have sold the value of Huai Yan Banknotes at a 50% discount.
Does anyone buy it?
Businessmen were talking about whoever bought it would be stupid.
But that afternoon, Master Kongjian personally brought a merchant to the trading hall. The man only looked at the sale price on it and asked nothing. He directly asked the follower to carry out a box of gold, ordered 3,200 salt notes, and then took the things and left, not staying here for more.
Many businessmen were confused about what this situation was.
In just half a day, someone found out about the news at a teahouse halfway up Taiming Temple.
"If there is really salt, it's better to have good salt. The businessman is from Jinghu South Road. He transported a boat of salt from the big beach on the riverside, full of salt. The official warehouse of Jinghu South Road has no salt, and the salt price on the market is so high."
At this time someone ran in: "I found out, and I found out. Lizhou, the governor of Lizhou, wrote a letter to the court, and the current salt price in Lizhou is 320 cents per catty."
Many merchants stood up suddenly, and the price of salt scared many people.
Someone immediately asked: "Is it because of the war in Lintao?"
"No, the salt price rose to 200 cents as early as last year, and it was already 260 cents this spring."
Lizhou is far and unfamiliar to the merchants in Yangzhou because it is too far away. The place where Han Jiang traveled through time was Guangyuan.
At this time, someone came in again: "Who of you has the salt bill in your hands?"
A businessman replied: "I'm afraid it turns into waste paper. If I can exchange some money, I'll lose less. I'm still early, and I'll pay half a percent of the money."
The person who came said, "There are some in my family that are not placed with the original salt bill, and there are not many. I went to change it, but I only exchanged it for 6,000 kilograms of salt."
"How to change it."
"On the beach, exchange one salt banknote for 60 kilograms of salt, and then make up for one-month money, and then pay 60 kilograms of wages for loading the ship."
The merchants began to calculate that the price of the salt banknote itself would definitely be a loss, but.
Because of the Yellow River disaster, the salt farms in Lianghuai have been destroyed this year. Not to mention the Jinghu Road without salt fields, the salt in Liangzhe is probably going to rise.
To put it terrible, it is very likely that there will be people in Lianghuai where salt is produced without salt.
Inside Yangzhou City.
Li Er and his staff are also seriously studying the current situation.
Manager Lin, who is in charge of the business, has completed his report: "General, even if there is a million dan of grain north of the Huaihe River, it is not enough. Such a major disaster can be said to be that tens of thousands of dans of grain are thrown into it without any noise."
Li Er didn't answer the conversation, he knew it in his heart.
There were probably tens of millions of people in the Jin Dynasty this time, and 100,000 harbors of food were only enough for these people to eat for a day.
Li Er stretched out his hand and a general stood up: "Du Shuai, the area affected is very large at present. We will investigate the severely affected areas for a section of Kuanbaili, and a section of nearly a thousand miles to Haizhou is the severely affected area. Sizhou is extremely heavy and the entire city is flooded. So I will investigate the troops, for fear that millions of people will be homeless and millions of people will be damaged."
"At present, the victims are divided into many stocks. The largest number of stocks is predicted to be no less than 300,000 people. My spy is returning to Xuzhou. If the disaster relief of Jin people in late autumn is unfavorable, I am afraid that someone will go to Xuzhou."
Li Er nodded then. The news was useful. His subordinates did not waste rice.
The general continued to report: "I still go north. I heard that Jinan Prefecture set up a checkpoint to prevent the victims from going north. There were more than 100,000 people going westward. I think they will eventually turn to Wancheng. At present, there is still a group of more than 100,000 people heading south. The first batch of victims from Sizhou are already rushing to the pass."
Li Er tapped the table gently: "Recruiting."
"This! Please think twice."
Although there were no official documents, the imperial court had several letters hinting to let Li Er prevent refugees.
Li Er did not answer the conversation, and Manager Lin said, "I guess this letter was written by the Taiguo uncle of the dynasty. Now Li Jing has gained power again. His father, Shi Hao, the father of his party member Shi Miyuan, once despised the Northern People as a converted man. This title has been used to this day. I believe that formal documents will be sent to the general soon, so please think twice."
Li Er slapped the table and shouted loudly: "Recruiting workers!"
"General." The military officers present stood up together and persuaded him.
Li Er stretched out his finger and pointed at everyone here: "Li Xiaoer, who is your uncle? Niu Wulang, who is Niu Sandao, the rebel army in the north, he has no relatives with your Niu family, but he just admires you. You are a descendant of the Niu family. Do you still remember what you said when you first arrived in Yangzhou from Lushan Village?" Speaking of this, Li Er's face changed: "Get out and do things for me."
All the generals lowered their heads.
Who are these people? Some of them are converted to the correct people, and some of them are converted to the correct people.
They are the kind that is despised and untrusted by the court.
They are cannon fodder on the front line.
They didn't want to save the victims who fled from the north, but now Li Er is fighting against the court, and those people in the court will not let Li Er go.
Manager Lin took a step forward: "If the general must give this order, there is a plan."
"speak."
"Let the people from Fujian Road run the three major tribes of She, the mountain tribe, and the Yue people."
"Continue." Li Er was interesting to listen to this suggestion.
Manager Lin said: "From the establishment of the Song Dynasty and Lin'an to become the capital, the salt law of the Song Dynasty could not be implemented in Fujian. Some officials once forced the salt law, but the result was that all the entire prefectural yamen were killed except for a minor official who beat the new government office."
Chapter completed!