As soon as Zhu Cixi entered the gate of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he heard the crackling sound of abacus counting.
Obviously, the people in charge of the Finance and Silk Affairs Section of the Ministry of Internal Affairs are still in the midst of intense calculations.
Zhang Dai was quite leisurely during the financial and silk affairs department. He drank a pot of West Lake Longjing and sat in the corner of the hall. He closed his eyes and drank the tea while listening to the reports from various banks, firms, factories or workshops about the final accounts.
result.
However, if anyone thinks that Zhang Dai is easy to fool, they are wrong, and they are completely wrong.
"In the 22nd year of Chongzhen, the income and expenditure of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China were equal, and the total amount entered into the Ministry of Internal Affairs account was 33,280,726 yuan. The accounting is correct."
"In the 22nd year of Chongzhen, the Royal Market Exchange's revenue and expenditure were equal, and the total amount entered into the Ministry of Internal Affairs account was 20,873,780 and four yuan. The accounting is correct."
"In the 22nd year of Chongzhen, the shipping and shipbuilding bank accounted for its revenue and expenditure, and still owed the Ministry of Internal Affairs a total of 9.9 million yuan..."
"Isn't that right?" Zhang Dai, who had been drinking tea with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and said, "The Shipping and Shipbuilding Bank has never made a profit since its establishment. When did it receive 100,000 yuan from the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"
"Zhang gave me a warning. I just paid in the account. The total is 100,000 yuan."
"Just entered the account? The only stakeholders of the Shipping and Shipbuilding Bank are Longjiang Shipyard and the Navy. Longjiang Shipyard is only responsible for building warships for the Navy and does not also engage in civilian use. Where does the input come from?"
"A few days ago, the Navy transported back a batch of goods to Nanjing plus more than 300 red barbarians. This batch of goods plus red barbarians fetched 500,000 yuan in the auction market. According to the equity of the shipping and shipbuilding bank, two of them
The result is one hundred thousand yuan that will be returned to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The news has just been sent to Beijing, and I haven’t had time to report it to Zhang Gaijian."
"So this is it." Zhang Dai said with a smile, "That's okay."
While he was talking, Zhu Cixiang walked quickly in from the door.
Everyone nearby stood up to greet him, and Zhang Dai quickly put down the Yixing purple clay teapot he was holding in his hand, and then came to Zhu Cihong in two steps at a time.
"Your Highness, why are you here?"
"It's snowing so heavily outside, why are you so tired of making this special trip?"
While talking, Zhang Dai quickly patted the snowflakes off Zhu Cihong's cloak.
"It's okay." Zhu Cixiang smiled and said, "There's nothing to do anyway, so I just came over here to take a look."
"Your Highness, please come over here and take a sip of tea first." Zhang Dai led Zhu Cixiang to sit down at the coffee table in the corner, and said, "The accounts here will be settled soon. I just need to wait for Mr. Ma to contact the Railway Freight No.
The current accounts there have also been clarified, and the general ledger for this year, the 22nd year of Chongzhen, has been calculated."
"No hurry, no rush, it's still early."
Zhu Cixiang sat down with a smile and took the tea cup again.
After taking a sip, he praised: "This is Mingqian Longjing, good tea."
"Your Highness knows Longjing." Zhang Dai immediately became energetic.
There are not many people who are good at tea ceremony in such a large Ministry of Internal Affairs. Apart from working, Zhang Dai is as lonely as snow on weekdays. He can't even find anyone to communicate with him about tea ceremony.
However, this tea ceremony failed to be communicated after all.
Not long after Zhu Cihong sat down, Ma Mingluan walked in wearing a snowy look.
"His Royal Highness is here too?" After greeting Zhu Cixiang, Ma Mingluan handed Zhang Dai a thick account book in his hand and said, "The accounts of the Railway Freight Company have been released, please enter them."
"Follow your orders." Although Zhang Dai enjoys himself a lot, he is also very serious about his work.
I took the account book from Ma Mingluan and immediately took it to Shizhong and started to enter the accounts.
Ma Mingluan looked very tired. After sitting down, he began to close his eyes and rest.
Zhu Cixiang did not disturb Ma Mingluan, but just waited quietly in the corner of the hall.
Fortunately, we didn’t have to wait long. At the end of Xu (9 o’clock), this year’s general accounts finally came out.
Zhang Dai excitedly came to Zhu Cixiang and Ma Mingluan with the account book, and said loudly: "Your Highness, Sir, as of the end of the 22nd year of Chongzhen, the total assets of the Ministry of Internal Affairs had increased to nearly 1 billion yuan, and the revenue and expenditure were evenly balanced, with a profit of nearly 1.5 billion yuan.
billion, and the cash on the books alone is nearly 50 million yuan. This year is another good year."
If Chongzhen was present and heard this number, he would probably shout sixty-six.
The total assets of the Ministry of Internal Affairs increased from 500 million yuan to nearly 1 billion yuan in just one year, which means that the scale of Ming Dynasty's industrial and commercial business actually doubled in one year.
No wonder there is a labor shortage in Jiangnan.
The steam engine finally began to demonstrate powerful propulsion.
When they heard that the profit was 150 million yuan, everyone around them cheered.
A profit of 150 million yuan means that every employee of the Ministry of Internal Affairs can get a dividend of 750 yuan. This money may be just pocket money for a rich man like Zhang Dai, but for most employees from poor backgrounds,
, but it is a huge amount of money that can change their destiny, at least they can buy a house.
Daming Construction Workshop has started building houses in Beijing.
They are all new houses built after the old houses were demolished. They are all built according to a unified style, with front and rear gardens. They are very beautiful, and the officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs have internal prices.
Zhu Cixiang is also very happy, just because this year's profit is particularly rare.
There was a big war this year, the gold-eating beast of the railway has officially started construction, and there is also the reconstruction of Beijing. Just these three things, the Ministry of Internal Affairs spent 60 to 70 million!
It’s not easy to still make a profit of 150 million taels under such circumstances.
At that moment, Zhu Cixiang said with a smile: "In addition to dividends this year, let's prepare a new year's gift for everyone. The Ministry of Internal Affairs will pay for the necessary necessities such as rice, flour, oil, tea and cloth from Jiangnan, at a standard of 50 yuan per person."
Hearing about the things happening around him, he became even more happy, thinking that His Highness the Crown Prince is really awesome.
Zhang Dai responded and asked again: "Your Highness, does Wenhua Palace also send a new year gift?"
Zhu Cixiang subconsciously wanted to agree, because after Zhang Shenyan became the chief minister of the cabinet, he eliminated more than 2,000 Beijing officials, and now there are only more than 3,000 people left in the Wenhua Palace.
Based on the standard of 50 yuan per person, that’s 150,000 yuan.
For the Ministry of Internal Affairs, this is nothing more than a drop in the bucket.
However, before Zhu Cixiang agreed, Ma Mingluo said: "What will Wenhua Palace give? The profits of the Ministry of Internal Affairs are earned hard by the Holy Emperor and all his colleagues in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Does it have anything to do with those civil servants? No!
"
Zhu Cixiang and Zhang Dai were both caught off guard by Ma Mingluan's rebuke. What happened?
Then without waiting for Zhu Cixi to ask questions, Ma Mingluan stood up and apologized: "Your Highness, the accounts of the Ministry of Internal Affairs for this year have finally been clarified. I am also a little tired, so I will go back first."
Zhu Cixiang said hurriedly: "Master Ma, please excuse me."
Ma Mingluan bowed his head, turned around and left the hall.
However, Zhu Cixiang said something to him about his insistence on working overtime until the end of the year on New Year's Eve, and then locked the account with Zhang Dai. This year's official work was really completed, and then they went home.
...here
Zhu Cixiang has returned home, but Zhu Cijiong is still trudging forward in the wind and snow.
The wind and snow outside the Great Wall are much heavier than those in Beijing. The cold wind blows on the face like a knife, and the snow is almost up to the horses' legs. From time to time, horses collapse from exhaustion.
However, the cavalry soldiers on horseback were in good condition.
Firstly, it was because the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty had sufficient food.
Secondly, Zhu Cijiong did a good job of keeping warm from the cold before leaving.
In addition to three wool blankets per person, there is also a pot of grains to cook.
Especially this pot of grain roasting, it really came in handy, otherwise I would never have been able to survive now, and I would have withdrawn to Liaodong when the snowstorm just fell two days ago.
Even so, the Ming army's cavalry has reached its limit.
"Wuba Tan!" Zhu Cijiong shouted, "How far ahead?"
Because of the strong wind, Wu Batan didn't hear clearly and asked: "What? King Ding, what did you say?"
"I want to ask you, how far is it?" Zhu Cijiong could only sign in sign language, "How far is it to the winter camp?"
"It's almost there, just turn around the valley in front." Wu Baotan also replied in sign language, "I lived here for more than ten years before I defected to the Ming Dynasty, and I will never remember it wrong."
"That's good." Zhu Cijiong suddenly became energetic.
Immediately he turned back to Xu Wuniu and said: "Wuniu, pass the order, everyone changes horses, and then feeds wine!"
Zhu Cijiong's order was quickly passed down, and the Ming army officers who received the order changed their horses one after another. They also took out the sheepskin flask and fed half a pot of grains to the new horse, and drank the rest themselves.
After drinking soju, the man and the horse immediately became energetic.
Zhu Cijiong raised his eyes and saw that the snowflakes falling from the sky became bigger and the wind became stronger.
On such a windy and snowy night, even the gods would not have thought that the Ming army would dare to launch a night attack, right? The Chahar Mongolian troops would have never dreamed that the Ming army would launch a sneak attack, and if nothing unexpected happened, they would be able to catch them all.
Yes, what Zhu Cijiong wants is not victory, but to catch them all in one fell swoop!
…
There is a puddle on the Ulan Butong Grassland next to the mountains, called Jiangjun Paozi.
More than a dozen tribes from the Chahar Mongolia nest in the valley next to Jiangjun Paozi. This is also the wintering camp passed down from generation to generation for the Chahar Mongolian tribes.
Because the Gongtu tribe is the weakest, it cannot occupy a good position.
There was no other way but to place the camp tent closest to the valley entrance.
The draft at the entrance of the valley is strong and can easily freeze the cattle and sheep in the pen, so keeping warm is very important.
Especially since it snowed so heavily tonight and the northwest wind was blowing, Boridechi was worried that their tribe's cattle, sheep and horses would not be able to survive this cold winter.
In the middle of the night, when he heard the northwest wind outside the yurt getting stronger and stronger, Boritichina could no longer sleep, so he immediately put on his Mongolian robe and got up.
Aha from Boritiechna asked, "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to take a look at the sheepfold." Boritie China said worriedly, "It's so windy outside and it's snowing so heavily. I'm worried that our cattle and sheep won't be able to hold on."
"Then you call Hai Rigu too." Aha said worriedly.
"Your injuries haven't healed yet. It's been so long."
Boritichi was injured at Baliqiao and was shot in the right shoulder.
At that time, I was so anxious to escape that I didn't even bother to bandage the wound, which resulted in the root cause of the disease.
"It's okay. The wolves have already taken refuge in the den. After all, it's such a heavy snowstorm."
After saying this, Boritiechina lit a torch and then walked out of the tent holding the torch.
[Mongolia is divided according to region in the book: from east to west are Horqin Mongolia, Chahar Mongolia, and Tumut Mongolia in today's Inner Mongolia; further west are Oirat Mongolia, which occupies Xinjiang and the Western Regions; and Karhar Mongolia is in the north.
Khamenglu is present-day Outer Mongolia, and further north is the extinct Siberian Khanate]