Wang Laoer sat in Xianyang and dispersed his troops throughout Guanzhong.
"General, the Xinfeng Chiang family asked someone to plead for mercy."
The accompanying civil servants found Mr. Wang who was eating dried meat in the lobby. "The Jiang family has said that their family is related to Mr. Luo's family. Please let the Jiang family go."
Wang Laoer chewed the dried meat, his well-developed chewing muscles bulged, and he looked particularly ferocious.
He swallowed the dried meat and stared, "Luo Cai?"
"yes!"
The official nodded, thinking that only this general dared to call Luo Cai by his name so boldly.
Nowadays, Liu Qing and Luo Cai have high positions and are the elders who lead the court. When it comes to the two of them, they must either have a title or an official position, and lastly, you must also have a father-in-law.
Wang Laoer took out a piece of dried meat and asked slowly: "Do you think this country belongs to His Majesty or to Luo Cai?"
The official was startled and said, "Of course it belongs to His Majesty."
"The country belongs to Your Majesty, but whose taxes belong to you?"
"Your Majesty said that taxes...are your Majesty's." The officials became more and more afraid that this man would say something shocking.
"Since it is His Majesty's tax, let alone Luo Cai's relatives, even Luo Cai's Aye must pay taxes!"
Wang Laoer patted the table and said, "Whoever digs His Majesty's corner, I will dig his head. Spread this word!"
"yes!"
You don’t have to believe what others say, but you must believe what Wang Laoer says.
People everywhere were frightened by the news, but the cleanup speed was unexpectedly much faster.
Carloads of money and grain were being hauled to the household department in Chang'an, and behind them the powerful families were wailing.
"Hunjun!"
"The Tang Dynasty is over!"
"This foolish king will not die a happy death!"
Two plainclothes guards were squatting in a certain restaurant, listening to a group of house owners in the next room yelling and cursing the emperor.
"How about arresting me?"
"That's all, Concubine Li has said it, and your Majesty has said it. I won't lose a piece of meat if I get scolded. I'll scold them. At least, most of the people in the world are praising me, that's enough!"
The whole Guanzhong was boiling again.
…
"Those who have left their hometowns have nothing to do at the moment, and there are not so many people to work for, so they can only immigrate to the Southern Zhou Dynasty and the north. But many people are unwilling to leave their hometowns. There are many such people in Chang'an City, and they are eagerly waiting for the emperor to do something for them.
They look for a way out."
Chen Hua stayed at the Yang family and gave advice to Prime Minister Yang Xin.
"This time that evil bastard once again attacked the great clans in Guanzhong. I don't know how many of them dared to resist."
Yang Xinxiang shook his head, "There were so many heads killed last time, but now, no one dares to move."
"Mr. Lang."
The steward came in with a pale face.
"Needless to say." Yang Xinxiang said calmly: "In the end, it's my turn to wait for the clan. Give them the amount of supplementary payment!"
Chen Hua praised, "Mr. Yang is magnanimous."
However, Yang Xinxiang shook his head and said: "Although the Yang family is not short of money and food, it will still hurt their muscles and bones. Moreover, those fields are left there, and there is no output every year, and they have become a burden..."
Chen Hua's body was shaken.
"not good!"
"You just thought of that?" Yang Xinxiang shook his head, "The Yang family can sustain it, but 99% of the powerful families in Guanzhong cannot. Their only way is to sell their fields to get money for business."
"Those foreign slaves were waiting for the emperor's arrangements in Chang'an, but the emperor ignored them. This is what he has been waiting for!" Chen Hua looked pale.
"You are smart, but compared to that scoundrel, you still lack a lot of experience." Yang Xinxiang said calmly.
Chen Hua carefully recalled the emperor's series of methods.
"He first forced slaves from all over the country to repatriate, eliminating the possibility of the rich and powerful families to rebel. Then he watched calmly as those families shelved their crops. Yes! You can do whatever you like with your own fields. But once you pay the taxes,
Putting those people in a financial quandary..."
Aristocratic families have accumulated a lot, but many accumulations cannot be converted into money and food for a while.
"The fields have become useless and are useless. The only way is to sell the fields. And with so many fields sold together, how low will the price of land in Guanzhong be depressed?"
Yang Xinxiang's ability to take charge of the Yang family relies on more than blood.
"Those slaves... don't have any money either!" Chen Hua said.
"You forgot one thing." Yang Xinxiang said: "I just thought of this." He smiled bitterly and said: "When that scoundrel was in northern Xinjiang, he would lend money to farmers who had no money to buy seeds every spring, and
, it is interest-free. It will only be returned after harvesting. What did you think of?"
"He...he will lend money to farmers who have left their hometowns to buy land!"
Many powerful people have thought of this.
But they had no choice but to hang out the fields.
…
After breakfast that day, the emperor took Liu Qing and others to the Ministry of Household Affairs.
Cao Ying was extremely slow. As soon as she led people out to greet her, the emperor waved his hand and said, "Business with you!"
Cao Ying turned around and asked everyone to disperse, while she stayed with the emperor.
"How was the harvest?" asked the emperor.
Cao Ying pointed to her old face, "People in the household department say that my face has been glowing recently, as if I had taken too many rejuvenation pills, which is a great supplement! The same is true for this household department. I almost bleed from all my orifices recently!"
Lao Cao was a little incoherent, which shows that the harvest this time was huge.
"The wealth of the world lies in Guanzhong, and the wealth of Guanzhong lies in the powerful families. Now that I have obtained twenty years of taxation, Your Majesty, where do you want to attack?"
Cao Ying said very grandly: "I guarantee that there will be no shortage of money and food!"
"It seems that the Ministry of Finance has made a fortune!"
The emperor smiled and said: "There is something for you to do here."
"Your Majesty orders."
If Yi Niang sees Cao Ying's current appearance, she will definitely say that she saw a ghost, as if Lao Cao has changed.
Everyone will not be willing to change themselves, only under pressure.
Cao Ying was thrown into the Ministry of Household Affairs by the emperor. It seemed that he was being reused, but everyone knew that if it weren't for his shortcomings back then, he would definitely be one of the two prime ministers.
But Cao Ying is not too old.
In the future, there will be opportunities to pay homage to the Prime Minister.
This is what drives him to make changes.
The emperor was happy to see this happen.
"Recently, land is being sold everywhere in Guanzhong, and the money is quite large. Many people want to take action..." The emperor's eyes were deep, "Especially some new rich people, and those who are rich."
The word "upstart" shocked Cao Ying.
The so-called nouveau riche refer to those officials who started their careers with the emperor.
"When you have fame and fortune, you want to have land. With land, you can pass on your family and expand your family business." The emperor said coldly: "Many years later, there will be another group of wealthy and powerful people. What are they thinking? Thinking about me later.
No emperor would dare to be so tough on a powerful family?"
Cao Ying nodded, "Your Majesty, if people's hearts are in favor, who doesn't want to be the second Yingchuan Yang family!"
"A thousand-year-old family!" the emperor said mockingly: "I said at the beginning that there will never be this kind of family in the future. It seems that those people have turned a deaf ear."
Someone is going to be in trouble.
Cao Ying thought for a while, and probably 30% of the people in the Northern Xinjiang group were crazy about buying land.
"In my name, take over all those fields." The emperor ordered: "It doesn't matter if there are people who are fighting for it, just give it to them."
But who dares to argue with you!
Cao Ying immediately asked someone to handle the matter.
Land transactions are handled by middlemen, and the so-called middlemen are the intermediaries that bridge the gap between the two parties.
They listed the location, quantity, quality, and price of the fields in the East and West markets, waiting for buyers to bargain.
After the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the fields in Guanzhong became a hot commodity. The royal family took a lot of it themselves, and rewarded a lot of the meritorious officials...the new nobles took action and wiped out a lot of it.
After hundreds of years of development, there is no longer an inch of land in Guanzhong. In other words, you can’t find any land if you want to buy it.
This is called price but no market.
But now a large number of fields have been put up for sale, and the prices are extremely low.
The wealthy people in Guanzhong swarmed...
They came from all over the country at high speed, and the military horses that conveyed the news were all dragged behind them.
Early in the morning, hundreds of people gathered outside the market.
As soon as the gate opened, these people went straight to the area where the fields were bought and sold.
As soon as the middlemen took their positions, they were surrounded.
"These old men want it."
"I want this thousand acres of land."
"..."
What is the purpose of a businessman?
Maximize profits.
Seeing so many people coming, the middle-aged people were secretly happy, and immediately assumed the attitude of a seller's market.
“The highest bidder gets it!”
Those people raised their hands and raised the price.
"Ahem!"
Someone on the periphery coughed dryly and said, "Make way!"
"Don't squeeze!"
"Make way!"
More than ten big men cleared the way and protected a man to the front.
"I'll give you 20,000 yuan!"
A rich man with a big belly shouted, raising his fat hand, which was wearing several rings inlaid with precious stones.
"Twenty thousand dollars!"
This price is a bit high!
Everyone took a breath of cold air.
The man looked at everyone with a stern look, "Who else wants to bid?"
"Ahem!"
Someone coughed next to me, "Me."
"You? How much can you pay?" the rich man sneered, "I have one more money than you!"
This is using money to pressure people.
It also carries a bit of humiliation.
The visitor looked to be in his thirties, and...
"It's a foreigner!"
The rich man was delighted, "Are you here to make fun of me?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Everyone burst out laughing, but a few wealthy people did not laugh. Not only did they not laugh, but they also looked ugly.
"Uda?"
The visitor was delighted, "Who knows me?"
"Who is Ouda?" asked the rich man.
The wealthy men took a deep breath, and one of them handed over his hand, "May I ask how much land you want to buy, Commander Wu?"
Wu Da looked at the signs and said, "They all have it!"
Those people smiled bitterly and handed over their hands.
"So, those of us who don't know are not guilty?"
Uda nodded, "If you bought it, return it!"
"yes!"
Several people seemed to have received amnesty.
The rich man felt something was wrong, and when he noticed that the middle-class people who were whispering looked at Uda with awe in their eyes, they panicked.
"The noble man is..."
The rich man tried.
Uda said: "We... bah! How could we learn such a tone from those stupid guys? I work in the palace."
"In the palace..."
"Yes, in the palace."
Uda pointed to the signs and said, "I want all of these. Who objects?"
In July of the first year of Yongde, the emperor took action and swept the farmland market.
Immediately, it was sold at the lowest price to those farmers who had left the country, and interest-free loans were provided...
The farmers were so grateful that they kowtowed outside the imperial city and shouted long live His Majesty.
The emperor stood on the palace wall and said: "I am boiling frogs in warm water. Now it seems that this pot is almost cooked."
