Li Yunze turned to Wang Chengen and asked a question.
"Is Master Zhang Tianshi from Longhu Mountain here?"
Wang Chengen responded, "Zhang Xianyong, the fifty-second generation Heavenly Master of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, is already waiting to be summoned outside the palace."
He glanced at Li Yunze outside the palace door and smiled calmly, "Just come."
His gaze swept over everyone in Fengtian Hall.
"Lords of mountains and seas, stand to the left."
The so-called mountain owners mostly refer to those budding capitalists who are engaged in the tea and raw silk business.
Because it is usually surrounded by mountains, it is called the owner of the mountain.
As for sea masters, they mainly have ships for overseas trade, and by the way, they help pirates like Zheng Zhilong sell stolen goods.
Because he runs into the sea, he is called the Lord of the Sea.
There were about twenty mountain masters and sea masters in the main hall. They looked at each other and stood obediently on the left side.
"You are unavoidable for participating in the conspiracy." Li Yunze directly dispelled some people's illusions. "I have an opportunity here to extend my life. Are you willing to accept it?"
Huang Wenhuan was the first to kneel down and salute, "Thank you for your grace."
Everyone woke up and saluted one after another.
"It's just a renewal of life, not absolution." Li Yunze shook his head slightly, "You and I will form a propaganda team and go to each county in the south of the Yangtze River to explain the many rebellions of the traitors to the local people in detail."
"The heinous crimes of nobles, civil and military officials, gentry, evil monks, and rebels against the kings can be clearly understood by the people of Jiangnan through the words of those who have personally participated, so that they will not be deceived by traitors."
"After the lecture, you will be organized into a death camp in the army. Those who take the lead in a battle and behead enemy soldiers will be exempted from death penalty."
Li Yunze, who was somewhat regretful, persuaded, "This is hard work. If it were me, I would rather go to the execution ground directly, and save all the trouble and end up dying on the battlefield."
Those who behead enemy soldiers on the battlefield will be exempted from crime.
This sentence may sound light-hearted, but in fact it is like a life of one hundred deaths.
The death camp is like cannon fodder. They go to the battlefield and rush to the front. It is basically impossible to come back alive.
And he also had to take the rank of a soldier.
Those are armored soldiers, and those who can wear armor are elites. If the head is so easy to get, why fight?
Because of this, in Li Yunze's opinion, it would be better to just go to the execution ground and have it all over with all the effort.
There is no doubt that he underestimated people's desire for survival.
Huang Wenhuan took the lead again and kowtowed heavily, "The common people thank His Majesty for your grace!"
The mountain masters and sea masters, even if they lost everything, even if they had to go to the battlefield as cannon fodder, they all kowtowed to Huang Wenhuan.
When you have the opportunity, you must seize it.
Li Yunze sighed and looked at the gentry.
They are said to be gentry, but in fact they are big landowners in various places. The worst ones start from a family with ten thousand acres of land.
Li Yunze, whose next step is to reorganize Jiangnan's fields, doesn't have much to say to them.
He directly waved to the Jin Yiwei, "Take him under custody and go to the execution ground tomorrow."
Li Yunze has only one way to solve the land annexation problem, and that is to take over as much of the land as possible from the big landowners and turn it into an imperial estate.
It is then permanently leased to the people for farming and can be inherited by future generations.
Because the imperial estate cannot be bought or sold, eliminating the possibility of annexation from the source is his best solution to suppress land annexation in this era.
If he didn't want to save the Ming Dynasty, then Li Yunze would definitely wipe out all the big landowners and then divide the land.
Because of this, there is not much to say about treating the big landowners.
The fields were confiscated, and the people were sent to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures, and that was it.
In the end, it’s the masters.
"Call Tianshi Zhang to come in."
Zhang Xianyong, the fifty-second generation Zhang Tianshi of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, bowed respectfully when he entered.
What surprised Li Yunze was that he was wearing a purple robe.
He is indeed a contemporary Zhang Tianshi, with a high enough status.
"That guy over there." Li Yunze gestured with his lips raised, "Do you recognize him?"
Zhang Xianyong turned to look at Master Hongdu who was not far away. Looking at the big face that had completely swollen, he grinned and suppressed a smile. "It looks familiar. May I ask who this pig-headed master is?"
"He's just a traitor who assassinated the king." Li Yunze gestured to the masters with his hand, "These are all."
Here Zhang Xianyong immediately changed his tune: "The traitor deserves to die, his crime is unpardonable!"
"Not only that, they are also engaged in the business of nine departures and thirteen returns. There are countless people in Jiangnan who were forced to have their families destroyed."
"Scum!" Zhang Xianyong stomped his feet angrily, "What a scum!"
Li Yunze waved his hand, "There is no need for the Celestial Master to be so angry. Tomorrow they will go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. I came to you because I want you, Longhu Mountain, to take the lead and lead various Taoist sects to investigate the corruption in Jiangnan temples. Are you willing?"
"
Zhang Xianyong, whose front and back eyes turned into chrysanthemums, saluted respectfully, "The emperor's order cannot be violated."
Those matters between Taoism and Buddhism have been entangled for many years, and the whole world knows that they will not deal with it.
Now that I have seized the opportunity, I have to do it desperately.
Li Yunze stood up and left, "That's it, let's go our separate ways."
The blood alliance case still has the final big head left, and that is the feudal king.
This is a big pit. Li Yunze plans to bury all the big landowners from all over the south of the Yangtze River into this pit, and then follow the clues to rectify the clan.
The sky cleared up slightly, and the storm that had raged all night finally subsided.
A slight hint of cool sunshine flows into the room through the window along with the breeze.
After opening his eyes, Li Yunze woke up for a while, pushed aside the grain bin that was pressing on him, got up and put on his clothes.
Glancing at the sleeping girl, Li Yunze looked puzzled, "Who is this?"
He shook his head and quietly went out to wash up.
Originally, Li Yunze wanted to kill the big landowners, but the violent weather made him worried, and he temporarily decided to go to the beach to supervise disaster relief.
By the way, we placed the arriving fishing boats, seafood processing plants, canning plants and other equipment there.
Originally, he planned to place all these things in Tianjin Wei.
But there was a typhoon in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and countless fishermen lost their livelihoods, so we had to give priority to this place.
Tianjin Wei's side can only wait for the next batch of equipment and ships to arrive.
These things seem simple and have no technical content. But the price is not cheap, and it cost Li Yunze a lot of rice.
There are many things he wants to buy, and it is time to consider new sources of wealth based solely on gold.
Li Yunze had a lot of silver in his hands, and he kept ransacking his houses, and he had tens of millions of silver.
The problem is that the price of silver is so low that he himself buys cheap industrial silver from the modern world and uses it.
Copper is also very valuable in the modern world, and he also has a lot of copper coins in his hand.
But this was the most important daily currency for the people of the Ming Dynasty. If all the copper coins were melted and sold, it would undoubtedly cause chaos.
His first consideration was antique calligraphy and painting.
These things are available at any price, and the auction prices in the modern world are not low.
The problem is that if something has taken four hundred years to settle, it cannot be sold at all.
And if there are the same things in the modern world, it will cause unnecessary trouble.
As for exporting large quantities of grain, the people of the Ming Dynasty were still hungry, so where could the surplus grain be sold?
Not to mention minerals, in terms of mining capacity and output in this era, it's like exchanging lives for money.
He can buy advanced mining equipment, but the mining workers who may use it cannot be found.
After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't find any better source of income.
It gives me a headache just thinking about it, so I might as well talk about it later.
With the third battalion of Longxiang Army, they rushed all the way to the seaside of Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
Li Yunze, who has been riding horses for a long time, has improved his riding skills a lot.
Although my thighs were calloused, at least I was able to ride my horse without falling off.
The emperor may sound nice now, but he is not so easy to do.
It was windy and rainy along the way, and we encountered several groups of messengers going to Yingtian Mansion to report news.
According to what the messenger said, huge waves swept across the land in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, causing great losses to houses, people and livestock.
The closer he got to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the more ugly Li Yunze's face became.
Although he had made a lot of preparations, the loss was still beyond his bottom line.
"Don't let anyone take the opportunity to reach out, my sword is already hungry and thirsty."
By the time we arrived at Shaoxing Prefecture, the typhoon had already moved away, and all we could see was a vast country.
There was water-soaked mud everywhere.
Houses were destroyed, all farmland was submerged in the mud, and the carcasses of various livestock were soaked in puddles. Fishermen's boats were even overturned and pushed up the mountain.
The people were miserable, their eyes full of despair.
The Ming Dynasty is not like the modern world, where there will be various rescues and donations in case of natural disasters.
When you are lucky, you will be exempted from some taxes; when you are unlucky, you will have to pay no less taxes!
When you encounter a ruthless yamen, they won't care whether you have enough food and clothing to survive. Their standard for doing things is to see if they can collect enough money and food.
Li Yunze took a deep breath and rode straight to the government office.
It is useless to say anything at this time. It is the last word to use money, food and materials for disaster relief.
The Shaoxing government office was not destroyed by the typhoon. When Li Yunze came over, the government officials were scooping out water and clearing away debris.
"Why are you busy here if you don't go to provide disaster relief?"
Li Yunze waved his riding crop and asked, "Where is the prefect?"
Anyone who can be a yamen servant must have good eyesight.
Seeing the large number of people coming, all of them wearing bright armor and riding tall horses, I knew they were important people. I hurriedly replied, "Your Excellency is resting in the Yamen."
Li Yunze, who was too lazy to say anything more, rode his horse directly into the government office.
The sound of silk and bamboo could be heard from the back house of the government office. When they rode in, they saw a banquet and singing going on inside.
"Who is so bold?" The drunken Master swung the wine glass in his hand and said, "Come here, get out."
The governor was drunk, but the government officials were not. Seeing a large group of soldiers coming in, no one dared to step forward and die.
Li Yunze, holding a riding whip, asked, "Where is Ni Yuanlu?"
Someone hurriedly responded, "Ni Yushi went to Yuyao County, which was hardest hit by the disaster, and is not here. If you officers and men are looking for Ni Yushi, go and look for him yourself."
Looking at the canned fruits placed on the table, Li Yunze, with a pale complexion, reached out and pulled out Luo Yangxing's embroidered spring knife.
"Long live, let me come!"
Luo Yangxing and others were horrified and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him, "It will stain Long Live's hands."
It's okay for the emperor to kill his ministers if he wants to, but if you let them die, they have to die.
But if you do it directly, you will lose your identity and leave a cruel name in the history books.
"Go away."
Just two simple words scared Luo Yangxing and others into giving in.
Wen Wu, who was not drunk in the park, was so frightened that his legs went weak when he heard the shouts of long live.
The prince, whose face was flushed, was still shaking his head and shouting, "Why did you stop? Keep singing."
Li Yunze, who was holding a knife, walked slowly to him, his eyes slightly cold, "Why don't you go to the disaster relief?"
"What to save? God allowed those Guizhou leaders to lose their homes and suffer disasters. This is God's will. How can we scholars go against God's will?"
The palace minister squinted his eyes and looked at Li Yunze, "Who are you~"
Li Yunze smiled calmly and firmly raised the embroidered spring knife in his hand.
"I am God's son!"
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