Old Wei returned to the cabinet and mentioned to Ye Hua when he met that Minister of Revenue Wei Xianmei took the initiative to ask for an order to be responsible for immigration... Hearing this news, Ye Hua was not happy, but surprised... Of course he needed someone to preside over the immigration, but immigration has never been a fun thing.

Every large-scale immigration is accompanied by serious casualties. Zhang Wei and Lu Duosun were both guilty and were sent to immigrate. Wei Xianmei captured Lu Duosun and captured Li Chongjin, which made great contributions. He volunteered that even if he was determined to make contributions, Old Wei should stop him. How much danger is there? The shrewd Wei Gong is not unclear, right?

"Why... I think it's better to choose another person?"

Wei Renpu rolled his eyes and said, "Why, do you look down on my son? Tell you, my son was an official in Youzhou back then. He was only in his teens and dared to buy and sell slaves. That kid was in black!"

Is this praising him or scolding him?

Ye Hua was stunned, "I said... Mr. Wei, you won't let your son drive out of the house. Run here to take revenge on him, right? This is your wrong..."

Old Wei was so angry that he slapped the table, "What are you talking nonsense? My son wants to make contributions and do things, and I will fight for him. What's wrong with him? Ye Hua, I tell you, don't think that you are the only one in the world who cares about the country and the people. I will let you know what a fear of the young man is!"

Mr. Wei said so confidently and confidently!

...

It’s true that Wei Xianmei did make Ye Hua look at him with admiration… “Marty, this is the case. Jiangnan did not experience too many wars, with dense populations and sparse land. And just planting mulberry cotton, the result was that there were many people and few lands, and a large amount of labor poured into the city. As far as the Husband knew, the people’s livelihood in the southeast was very difficult.”

"I think this is a good opportunity... The so-called poverty is change, change is open, and the harmony is endless. Now the court can absorb young and strong people, enter the shooting club, learn to use muskets, and then give them a land deed, go to Liaodong, develop and reclaim, and all the land they have obtained belongs to them, so there is no need to worry about no one responding."

Ye Hua nodded and exclaimed, "Your method is indeed good. The time is ripe now. However, the Jurchens in Liaodong are everywhere and the people are in a complicated way. If you want to immigrate, you must make plans, otherwise you will kill the people!"

"I know the humble duty!"

Wei Xianmei smiled and said, "Marty, this is what I plan. The court sent cavalry across the Great Wall, swept the big tribes, and drove them away, and our people occupied the empty land, either farming or grazing... Our Ministry of Revenue mobilized a group of agronomists to help the people arrange it. Then recruit merchants to purchase the people's output. In short, the low-level positions must be arranged in a comprehensive manner. I dare not say that all people can make a fortune safely, but at least more than 90% of the people can be safely safe!"

Ye Hua asked about the expenses and subsidies again, and Wei Xianmei answered them all. He estimated that he would pay 5 million taels of money in the first year. After the second year, the development income would increase, and the actual expenditure of the court would decrease year by year. Within twenty years, whether it was Liaodong or the grassland, they would be included in the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty. At that time, not only would they not have to spend money, but they would also increase the court's rich fiscal revenue.

Ye Hua thought patiently, and he suddenly smiled and said, "I will remind you one more thing, there is gold in Liaodong!"

"gold?"

"Well! Liaodong's gold reserves are probably more than the entire Great Zhou!"

Ye Hua did not brag. There was gold in the northeast of later generations. There were countless gold in the north of Heilongjiang and beyond the Xing'anling area. It is said that the Russians got 6,000 tons of gold there! It is equivalent to one-third of Russia's total gold reserves!

Chai Rong once said a bold statement that he wanted to build a gold yard. If the gold from Liaodong could be brought back, this goal would probably be easily achieved!

When Wei Xianmei heard that Liaodong produced gold, she couldn't help but slapped her face repeatedly.

"This time, I'm more confident!"

...

Jinling City, Southeast Textile Center, is a super city with a population of 2.3 million.

Once the Emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, Li Hongji, devoted all the resources in the southeast to establish a huge textile workshop, becoming the silk textile center of the Great Zhou Dynasty and also the place where overseas merchants gathered. Two years ago, the workshops in the southeast began to purchase a large number of steam looms.

What followed was the output of silk cloth, which increased by dozens of times or hundreds of times!

The silk from Suzhou and the fine cloth from Jinling are sold all over the world.

The commercial taxes in Jinling City alone account for more than one-fifth of the entire Southeast!

It is called Jinling, which is indeed a golden city!

But gold is everywhere, and does not belong to everyone. Only those businessmen engaged in textiles, maritime trade, and finance can make a fortune.

The days of ordinary people are always difficult!

Fang Dafa is an ordinary businessman. At the age of 18, he took over the noodle shop left by his father and worked for eight years... Many neighbors once laughed at him, thinking that the furry child could not support the family business. However, Fang Dafa relied on his diligence and kindness to make the noodle shop prosperous.

He used the best flour and gave more than others. The soup was made from sheep bones, which was delicious! In addition, he also gave side dishes and rice soup for free... Over time, more and more repeat customers, and no matter when, the small noodle restaurant was full of customers.

For many years, Fang Dafa has adhered to a minimum limit. He only makes one old money for every bowl of noodles, and doesn’t even have one more money... He makes money with his strength and is at ease!

But today Fang Dafa encountered trouble.

"Dafa, your business is good. Starting next month, your shop will increase your rent!"

The person who spoke was Ma Xiang, a famous silk merchant in Jinling City, and also Fang Dafa’s landlord!

"Oh, it's Mr. Ma! It's such a small matter of increasing the house, let the accountant come over and say it, why bother!"

Ma Xiang smiled, "It's not a trivial matter, it's going to increase more this time!"

Fang Dafa's heart skipped a beat!

"How much is it going?"

Ma Xiang raised his hand and shook it, "Fifty taels!"

After saying that, this guy left... Fang Da was stunned. Even if he sold noodles, he couldn't earn three or five taels a month. He would have to open his mouth for fifty taels. This is forcing people to close the door!

It’s true that Fang Dafa guessed correctly. Ma Xiang was going to force him to get out, because Ma Xiang’s business was getting bigger and bigger, and he wanted to take back this piece of land and add a workshop.

Like Fang Dafa, many small merchants were in panic and anxious... Some people went to find ways to beg Ma Xiang, some people borrowed money everywhere, and some people tried to increase the price to maintain the survival of the store.

In the blink of an eye, it was the beginning of the moon. Fang Dafa's shop was so tight that he chose to leave.

Three months later, Fang Dafa changed his appearance. His face was dark and his fat belly had long disappeared. His whole body was filled with bruises of all sizes, and his eyes were no longer like Maitreya Buddha. On the contrary, there was a hint of horrifying murderous aura.

Like many people, Fang Dafa used a few dollars to buy a ship ticket, set out from Jinling, and headed straight for Liaodong.

Living by the river since childhood, Fang Dafa has no seasickness.

He just hesitated, and in anger he left his hometown and changed from a small businessman to a member of the armed reclamation group. He didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong!

In fact, you can rent another shop yourself, rely on hard work to win customers again and make your business prosperous.

But Fang Dafa was worried that the landlord would force himself away like Ma Xiang!

Only by getting your own land and being your own master can you not be controlled by others!

Two generations of the Fang family worked hard and earned 80% of the rent.

"Grandma, I won't work for you anymore! My surname is Ma, look at it. One day I will have more money than you! Hahaha!"

Fang Dafa laughed very happily. It took them almost twenty days to finally see a piece of land, with ships docking at the temporary pier, and a boat of people came down from above.

"Listen, this is Suzhou!"

"Suzhou?" Although I was confused when I took the boat, everyone knew that when I went to heaven and Suzhou and Hangzhou, how could it be so cold?

"This is Suzhou in the original Liao Kingdom. After the Great Zhou Dynasty was restored, I named it Lushun... Two months ago, the army had cleared and drove away many Jurchen tribes. However, there may be many Jurchen tribes in the deep mountains and forests. Remember, if you want to gain a foothold, you must first watch over and help each other, and second, learn to use the guns in your hands! Don't blame me for not reminding you that those animes are human flesh!"

After the explanation, he sent everyone's greetings to them and asked them to find a place to stay on their own. Fang Dafa followed a dozen people together and walked for two days, staying in a valley near the coast.

The completely unfamiliar environment tests their survival skills. Fang Dafa is still very capable. He used an axe to cut wood and built a temporary triangular shed, which was three feet high from the ground, so that it could avoid moisture.

Fang Dafa still had 30 kilograms of food, which saved enough to eat for a month. He still had more than a dozen taels of broken silver, but he was not going to spend it. This was the money used to buy farm tools and seeds. It was better to find a way to collect wild fruits and hunt some prey. When there was a harvest, everything would be fine...

Fang Dafa kept thinking until midnight, and suddenly, he heard a crisp sound. Fang Dafa hurriedly poked his head out and observed from the wooden house. He saw a human-shaped black shadow quietly approaching another wooden house not far away.

After getting closer, the guy raised a bow!

"It's the Jurchens!"

Fang Dafa knew very well that all of them were using muskets and no one used bows and arrows!

Damn Jurchens, they really came to kill!

At this moment, Fang Dafa almost didn't think about anything. He immediately loaded up, raised his musket, and pointed it at the black shadow... At this moment, the black shadow was also ready to attack the people in the room. In an instant, the musket fired first, and half of a head was knocked away!

In an instant, all the people in the wooden house woke up. Everyone rushed out with muskets. Fang Dafa also walked out with the muskets that were still smoking. At this moment, everyone was excited!

Good thing!

hero!
Chapter completed!