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But now, the reform of the Donglin Party has made the situation somewhat counterproductive.

A group of nerds who were born landlords were not economic experts. Neither Qian Qianyi nor Gao Hongtu had such knowledge. Facing the precarious social economy, what they did was to make a complete social retreat.

From the south of the Songjiang River, all mulberry trees were cut down and burned, returned to the cultivated fields, the handicraft workshops were closed, the workers returned to farming, and the tea mountains were closed. From the Yangtze River to Fujian, merchants must obtain official business invitations before they are allowed to trade. , reducing the number of already prosperous merchants by a full four-fifths.

Ming Taizu's set of forbidden seas has also been completely taken out, and the people are not allowed to build a new boat, and the boards are not allowed to enter the water!

These Confucianists, however, put all their energy into creating an ideal country like Lao Tzu of Taoism, a small country with few people, where chickens and dogs don't hear about it, and they don't communicate with each other when they die!Restrict the commodity economy to the limit, and bring the society back to the model of the scholar-official manor in the early Ming Dynasty and even the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Without the commodity economy, everyone would go to the land to grab food. Naturally, there would be no economic crisis, and Mao Jue's economic blockade would not be feared!

But the germination of the bourgeoisie in the south of the Yangtze River is also letting them have a good time!

He was so angry and anxious that even though Mao Jue ignored him at all, after kowtowing several times on the ground, Ruan Dacheng still yelled hastily and indignantly.

"The regent! The traitor Gao Hongtu, Qian Qianyi and others are rebellious!"

"They usurped power and caused chaos. They imprisoned King Fu of the country internally, charged them with crimes, and killed upright ministers externally. The whole Jiangnan has already been stirred up by them. Your Highness, this is a great time to break Jiangnan!"

"In Nanjing, there are people with lofty ideals who are dissatisfied with these bastards everywhere. The army is up and down, and the soldiers are waiting for the flag of righteousness to be raised high. Inside, the guilty minister guarantees that Jiangling can be broken with his head!"

"no!"

Ruan Dacheng hadn't finished yelling, but Mao Jue had already vetoed it coldly. Under the secret report of the Jiangnan coup and Donglin reform, there was still a thick stack of confidential secret reports, which gave Mao Jue a headache. , there is more than one Jiangnan......

6Chapter 17. A small country with few people and a raging sea

Compared with Ma Shiying's passive response, this group of doctors with bachelor's degree in science is indeed actively saving the world!Although their method of saving the world, Mao Jue didn't know how far it had developed.

But first of all, Jiangnan has already felt the pain and suffering.

There is a saying in Daming that you can't buy all Songjiang cloth, and you can't collect Weitang yarn!Since Huang Daopo brought back the advanced weaving method from Hainan, buying cotton spinning thread, weaving and selling have become the pillar industry here, and the common people rely on it to maintain their livelihoods. But today, Songjiang cloth seems to have come to the end of its history.

A big fire burst into the sky, carefully maintained, the loom filled with oil creaked and creaked in the fire, a puff of black smoke shot up into the sky, and the hearts of the people in Songjiang burned along with it, watching When Xie finished weaving the exquisite cotton cloth and turned into fly ash, the common people's heart may feel worse than frying it.

It is already unknown how many Songjiang county magistrates have been appointed, but his fat body has not changed. He is holding a yellow silk, and he reads loudly triumphantly.

"Following the fate of heaven, the emperor's edict said:...Since the year of Longqing, there have been many merchants and low-level laborers among the people. People's hearts are flashy and traitors are crowded. Good fields are deserted. People like money and silk and hate production, so that Taicang Exhausted, the court's expenses are tight, the army has no food for the month, and the people have no rice to supply, this is not the way for a ruler to rule the world!"

"From now on, burn all the spinning wheels and cut off the commercial roads. All the people will return to the fields, plant in the spring and harvest in the autumn, and enjoy the prosperity of the world. If there are treacherous and profit-seeking people, all levels of government will kill them!"

"It's clear. From now on, you lazy people and degenerates will all go to the fields to cultivate the land. If you dare to indulge in leisure and work, and do that lowly business thing, I will ask the emperor to kill you!"

"But the official! Where is the land for me to wait for the poor to cultivate!"

The county magistrate hadn't finished yelling, but someone shouted uncontrollably.

The idea of ​​Qian Qianyi, Jiang Yueguang and others is good. The commodity economy will be eliminated directly. The common people will return to farming and dig food from the ground. They will naturally settle down, and they can still enjoy the offerings of the people like the Wei and Jin scholar-bureaucrats.

However, at this time it was not the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, nor the early Ming Dynasty. There were only a few million households in the Wei, Jin, and Jiangnan, with a population of less than 2000 million. Most of them are in the hands of their aristocratic families, and the poor have no place to stand.

Even without an inch of land, many Songjiang people work hard to weave and live by spinning and weaving!This is what Tian Ling said was good, but in fact it cut off their only way of survival!

Is there anything the magistrate can do in this case?The fat-headed Donglin children were also at a loss what to do, let them divide their own land?impossible!

Hearing the more and more violent shouting, the fat county magistrate became angry from embarrassment, and shouted angrily: "Shut up! This officer sees that you are a bunch of troublemakers. You are sincerely against this officer. The court is against you! Come on! Let me arrest those old things!"

The wolf-like yamen servants rushed down, dragged and beat, and dragged out a dozen panicked old people. Amidst their yelling, the residents of the entire village and the entire market town shouted and wailed in grief and indignation, but they did not In exchange for the slightest soft-heartedness of these officials.

After they walked away, only unburned looms and desperate faces were left behind.

These Confucian children who have been in peace for a long time have completely forgotten how desperate and angry the people will be when they are pushed to a certain point.

At night, the entire small town under the Songjiang Mansion seemed to have turned into a tomb. It was terrifyingly silent, so dark that there was not even a trace of light. On the street, more than a dozen figures swayed like zombies until they entered the house. Only then did he arouse his vitality.

"Grandpa is back! Grandpa is back!"

"Father, are you okay?"

"Where's my grandpa?"

"Hey, the old man let those grandsons beat him to death, and we need ten taels of silver to collect the corpse. We really have no money here, so we can only bring the living back first!"

He was so desperate that he didn't even cry, and with a deep sigh, the whole scene fell into dead silence again.

"It really doesn't work, I beg Mr. Qian, please give us a little bit of planting!"

"Qian Yuanwai's tenants are all full. Where there is still land, even if it is divided, is the one or two acres enough for our family to eat and drink? My grandson quit last year and rented and planted Qian Yuanwai's land for a year. Not to mention that his wife was hungry, she even sold her five-year-old granddaughter to the Qinhuai River to be a skinny horse! He has entered the fire pit where thousands of people ride and tens of thousands press down!"

"If it's really not possible, then find Carpenter Li and secretly arrange some spinning wheels?"

"Where does the cotton come from? My family's last bit of silver is used to redeem my father!"

After discussing and discussing, suddenly, the table was kicked down violently by a young man. Amidst the surprised expressions of a group of elders, the young man blushed and screamed loudly: "He is hot like mother's, our weaver The machine burned down, so why is his surname Qian still weaving? On weekdays there is a labor tax and we pay the tax, and the Qian family just watches the fun, and now the government doesn’t even give them a way to survive!"

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to burn his Qian's weaving workshop right now!"

"I'll go with you!"

"I am coming too!"

Just like Chen Sheng's roar in Daze Township, with his words, the whole town boiled up, and young people picked up sticks one after another in anger and bravely, and they were about to leave the town with a roar.

But the older man was more calm and fearful, and anxiously dissuaded him from behind: "Aren't you rebelling by doing this? Aren't you afraid of being beheaded?"

"Staying is starving to death, it's better to fight! Zhuangzi, who burned Qian Laogou, went to Shanghai to try to be the regent. Even if he died, at least he didn't die in vain!"

With this shout, even the most stubborn village elder fell silent.

In the middle of the night, the sky suddenly brightened. Amidst the crackling sound of burning, the same looms were burning, followed by firewood stacks in the Qian family’s granary. The wall of fire several meters high illuminated half of the sky.

And it's not just this place, standing on the top of the Songjiang city wall and looking out, the fires dotted with stars are like shining with the stars!

......

When the poor in the south of the Yangtze River are struggling for their own survival, the large conference hall specially prepared for shareholders in the Empire Plaza and the hot spring hotel is also dead silent. Around the spacious conference table, hundreds of shareholders and shopkeepers are worried. moan and groan.

Maritime trade is not so easy to do, it is to exchange your life for money with the Sea Dragon King. This year has been very smooth, but at the end of the year, there was a bloodbath.

"The Prince Regent is here!"

Amidst the long yelling, these shareholders seemed to find their parents, and light appeared in the pupils of each of them, and they all stood up and saluted.

"Regent!"

"Meet the Regent!"

"All sit down!"