Chapter 230 Repayment
During this period of time, the people in the capital couldn't care less about it for years, and the tragic situation of the victims in the northwest reflected the reputation of the cabinet.
The worse the disaster victims were, the more legitimate the money borrowed by the cabinet would be, and the more positive the image of Yan Song and Xu Jie would be in the hearts of the people.
There is a huge power in the dark to tell the people of Ming Dynasty all this, the necessity of the court to borrow money, Yan Ge always has the same appearance through the ages.
It's just that the more people are like this, the more Yan Song can't sleep. Ever since he learned about this, the already elderly Yan Song has not closed his eyes for a day and a night.
"Yan Shifan, the job I taught you to do, is it possible that you have fallen on deaf ears again?!"
Yan Shifan, who had just entered the atrium and had not yet stepped into the threshold of the cabinet office, froze in his footsteps, and then looked at Yan Song impatiently.
"Father, do you still remember what you told me to do yesterday?"
"I'm not old enough yet!" Yan Song was annoyed when he heard the words, and then questioned, "What do you mean by that means that you didn't do anything at all today?"
"What am I going to do?! The people are going to give you a ancestral temple. I went over with a big face and told them that my father is a bastard. Have you withdrawn the ancestral hall?"
Listening to Yan Shifan's words, Yan Song's blood pressure obviously rose.
"Are you talking nonsense?! Have you seen the commercial tax system of the cabinet?! The first thing to be pushed away is the tax for the market! In just a few days, there has been such a big disturbance in the capital Movement, there are no businessmen behind here who are obstructing it, do you believe it yourself?"
"Today they can build a shrine for your father, and tomorrow when the market tax is paid to them, they will have to stab your father with villains!"
Yan Shifan was silent for a long time before speaking.
"Dad, do you know how much money we can save in this disaster relief operation like this?!"
"A lifeless thing! You..."
Before Yan Song could finish speaking, Yan Shifan had already run out of the value hut, leaving only one sentence.
"If you don't move, you are in a hurry, what's the rush!"
The emperor gave the Ministry of Internal Finance to the Ministry of Finance, but Yan Song never felt that his power had increased.
In the past, he was a herdsman on behalf of the sky. If something big happened, the emperor could take care of it.
The authority has come, but now there is no one who can keep the Yan family in check.
Just as Yan Song was sitting in the hall in a daze, the cabinet clerk ran into Yan's house.
"Mr. Yan Ge, Mr. Xu Xianggong is a low-ranking official, and the tax on the shops and stores will be distributed to the governors and yamen today. Does Mr. Ge have any comments to add?"
"Are the Cao scribes in all prefectures and counties ready?" Yan Song asked indifferently.
"Already prepared, each county will first recruit a hundred people, which should be enough for the time being."
After pondering for a long time, Yan Song sighed and said, "Let's send it down."
"Here."
The arrow was on the string and had to be sent, and Yan Song, who was riding a tiger, had to send out the document first.
In Yan Song's heart, a few merchants scolded him for a few words, and they have endured it for so many years.
But don't be a moth next to you.
-
Liuquan lives inside.
Zou Wang sat in the box, and a group of merchants from Anhui, Qi, and Shanxi gathered in Liuquanju.
Inside the box hangs the four characters "I know you have it".
"If we flatter Mr. Yan Ge so much, isn't this just to put Mr. Yan Ge on fire? After a while, the subordinate officials who collect taxes will be sent to the people's homes... Tsk tsk."
The speaker's name was Wang Chongyi, a Jin merchant in Puzhou, and a county adjacent to the epicenter, but most of the close relatives of the Wang family went abroad to do business and serve as officials, so they were not greatly affected.
As deep as love is, so deep is hatred.
It is easy to hold Yan Song up right now, which means how easy it will be for Yan Song to fall down in the future.
Wang Chongyi didn't dare to think how great Yan Song's reputation would be in time.
"Donghu, do you really want to open this newspaper office to Shanxi? The river is remote, this must be a loss-making business."
"Those who don't plan for the whole world are not planning for a moment, and those who don't plan for the overall situation are not planning for a region. The business of the newspaper office can't be counted in this way." Zou Wang casually put down the teacup in his hand, and continued: "Opening a newspaper office is just a matter of time. It’s just a few dozen taels of silver, and the loss is just a few dozen taels.”
"Mr. Yan Ge is working hard, and the victims are in dire straits..." Zou Wang paused, then looked at Wang Chongyi and continued to ask, "You don't need to destroy the family to relieve the disaster, and you can also get interest, so you can help the court in disaster relief and get a clear name." , if you are a commoner, are you still willing to ask for a price?"
"It not only saves time, but also saves money. It's only a few dozen taels of silver. Could it be that Fang Tian is reluctant to part with such a small amount of money?"
Zou Wang took a deep breath and continued: "Even if we take another [-] steps back, even if the commercial tax is paid to the people, and the people have resentment in their hearts, they will not show it to you and me. The disaster in the northwest is real. Fang Tian is from Puzhou, the disaster victims are miserable, why should I say more?"
"As long as the people really have a community in their hearts, they will still lend us food. If the people want to scold us, that's also..."
Before he finished speaking, Zou Wang swallowed that sentence back.
Even if this trick is seen through by the common people, it is signed by Yan Song, no matter how much you scold them, you can't scold them businessmen.
The disaster situation in the Northwest is real, and so are the victims waiting to be fed.
This is enough.
Watching and helping each other is something engraved in the bones of this land. Even if they know that someone is profiting from it, as long as the food can be delivered to the people in need without the risk of losing money, there are still many people who are willing to donate generously.
Wang Chongyi was choked in place by Zou Wang.
A newspaper office was struggling to survive, but it was only losing five or sixty taels of if the cost of borrowing food from the people can be lowered by three to five cents, it will be a huge sum of money.
Seeing the expressions of Wang Chongyi and the others, Zou Wang said sadly: "So, on the day I left the palace, I told you that my Ming Dynasty's white jade pillars that hold up to the sky and the purple golden beams that frame the sea are old Yan Ge, Mr. Xu, you I'm just a person on business for the court, and it's my Ming people who endure the humiliation, we can't afford such a heavy reputation."
"How can we make money after we have a clear name? We are businessmen, and businessmen have to do what businessmen should do! The little money from the newspaper office can be spent as it is spent, or lost as it is lost. It's okay."
Speaking of this, the businessmen present thought of a sentence in unison.
He deceived the people and blamed the cabinet for his insults.
There is a saying in the Tao Te Ching that if the husband is too superior, the inferior will know it.
But Zou Wang has already noticed that there is another realm above the Supreme, that is, I don't know what is below.
There was too much wind and waves outside, Zou Wang just wanted to hide, to a place where no one could notice him.
Huge profits have smoothed the channel of news circulation among the provinces. This seemingly inconspicuous industry in the capital and a few famous counties is becoming the darling of businessmen.
Even though it may be difficult for most newspaper stores to be self-financing.
In everything, there are gains and losses, and there are losses and gains.
These singing and newspaper halls springing up like mushrooms after rain will eventually accelerate the spread of ideas such as practical learning and New Confucianism that were just bred in the south of the Yangtze River in Daming.
An era destined to be more brilliant than any other school of thought is ready to burst forth.
-
The capital originally had a tax on store stalls, but after the disaster in the northwest, the cabinet finally raised the tax on store stalls to [-] taxes after deliberation.
This is convenient for the Cao officials in Shuntian Mansion. The shops have to pay as much tax as they have paid.
"Lord, didn't the shop already pay taxes at the beginning of the month?"
"That's a regular tax. In order to repay the cabinet's loan, all the shops and stalls in the world have been changed to [-] taxes, and the previous [-] taxes have to be paid one more."
"But the small one also lent grain to grain merchants to help the court with disaster relief!"
"One yard is one yard, and the merchant tax is not collected. Where can the grain merchants get the grain to repay your grain, and how can they pay you interest? If you borrow a catty of grain for only ten days, you will be given one tael of grain interest. Where did they all come from?!"
With just a few words, Cao Li silenced the merchants in the capital.
It wasn't until the tax was paid that the merchants who were stunned in place came back to their senses.
"Wait a minute, let's lend food to the grain merchants, and then the grain merchants will go to relieve the disaster in the northwest, and then the imperial court will increase your tax... Can't we relieve the disaster in the northwest?!"
"hold head high."
"The interest of 300 million taels of silver all comes from us? And let Yan Song earn a reputation of loving the people inside and out?!"
All the merchants cursed in a low voice at the same time.
"Old bastard."
The originally lively singing and newspaper shop gradually calmed down shortly after Shuntian Prefecture increased the store tax.
Except for a few people who don't know where they are, they only sigh a few words when they hear about the disaster in the northwest.
But soon these people discovered that they were wrong.
And it was dead wrong.
Because the grain merchants who borrowed the grain for a few days came back from other counties, and these grain merchants brought back the grain, but they did not return the grain to the people who borrowed the grain, but silver and copper coins.
Originally, the people in the capital didn't think much about it.
It's just that when they took the money to buy grain, they found that in order to stabilize the price of grain, Shuntian Mansion stipulated that each person could only buy ten catties of rice noodles per day.
Some smart people lined up outside the rice shop day and night and quickly exchanged the money in their hands for food.
And more people didn't join in the fun, but went home directly with money.
After the Jingshi grain merchants cleared their accounts, the major grain companies no longer restricted the purchase of rice noodles, but the price of Jingshi's grains skyrocketed to [-] miles as if they had turned into immortals.
"This is the money you paid back to me! You paid me one stone and nine buckets with interest! Why are you only selling me six buckets of grain now?!"
"No, you are still being unreasonable. These ancient things are rare and expensive, and there are many people who buy grain. Why can't we raise the price?"
"Aren't you killing donkeys?!"
"What nonsense!"
"All the food in the world has been adjusted. Anyway, the capital's food will not be needed for disaster relief in the future. Why don't you kill donkeys!?"
The troublemakers were left speechless by the grain merchants, and all the written documents and IOUs were confiscated after they collected the money.
But now, the money that was originally paid with interest, after the price of food rose, not only the interest is gone.
Even the book lost dozens of catties.
Almost everyone who lent food to the court felt suffocated, and there was only one person left to vent their anger on.
cabinet!
RNM, pay back!
(End of this chapter)
During this period of time, the people in the capital couldn't care less about it for years, and the tragic situation of the victims in the northwest reflected the reputation of the cabinet.
The worse the disaster victims were, the more legitimate the money borrowed by the cabinet would be, and the more positive the image of Yan Song and Xu Jie would be in the hearts of the people.
There is a huge power in the dark to tell the people of Ming Dynasty all this, the necessity of the court to borrow money, Yan Ge always has the same appearance through the ages.
It's just that the more people are like this, the more Yan Song can't sleep. Ever since he learned about this, the already elderly Yan Song has not closed his eyes for a day and a night.
"Yan Shifan, the job I taught you to do, is it possible that you have fallen on deaf ears again?!"
Yan Shifan, who had just entered the atrium and had not yet stepped into the threshold of the cabinet office, froze in his footsteps, and then looked at Yan Song impatiently.
"Father, do you still remember what you told me to do yesterday?"
"I'm not old enough yet!" Yan Song was annoyed when he heard the words, and then questioned, "What do you mean by that means that you didn't do anything at all today?"
"What am I going to do?! The people are going to give you a ancestral temple. I went over with a big face and told them that my father is a bastard. Have you withdrawn the ancestral hall?"
Listening to Yan Shifan's words, Yan Song's blood pressure obviously rose.
"Are you talking nonsense?! Have you seen the commercial tax system of the cabinet?! The first thing to be pushed away is the tax for the market! In just a few days, there has been such a big disturbance in the capital Movement, there are no businessmen behind here who are obstructing it, do you believe it yourself?"
"Today they can build a shrine for your father, and tomorrow when the market tax is paid to them, they will have to stab your father with villains!"
Yan Shifan was silent for a long time before speaking.
"Dad, do you know how much money we can save in this disaster relief operation like this?!"
"A lifeless thing! You..."
Before Yan Song could finish speaking, Yan Shifan had already run out of the value hut, leaving only one sentence.
"If you don't move, you are in a hurry, what's the rush!"
The emperor gave the Ministry of Internal Finance to the Ministry of Finance, but Yan Song never felt that his power had increased.
In the past, he was a herdsman on behalf of the sky. If something big happened, the emperor could take care of it.
The authority has come, but now there is no one who can keep the Yan family in check.
Just as Yan Song was sitting in the hall in a daze, the cabinet clerk ran into Yan's house.
"Mr. Yan Ge, Mr. Xu Xianggong is a low-ranking official, and the tax on the shops and stores will be distributed to the governors and yamen today. Does Mr. Ge have any comments to add?"
"Are the Cao scribes in all prefectures and counties ready?" Yan Song asked indifferently.
"Already prepared, each county will first recruit a hundred people, which should be enough for the time being."
After pondering for a long time, Yan Song sighed and said, "Let's send it down."
"Here."
The arrow was on the string and had to be sent, and Yan Song, who was riding a tiger, had to send out the document first.
In Yan Song's heart, a few merchants scolded him for a few words, and they have endured it for so many years.
But don't be a moth next to you.
-
Liuquan lives inside.
Zou Wang sat in the box, and a group of merchants from Anhui, Qi, and Shanxi gathered in Liuquanju.
Inside the box hangs the four characters "I know you have it".
"If we flatter Mr. Yan Ge so much, isn't this just to put Mr. Yan Ge on fire? After a while, the subordinate officials who collect taxes will be sent to the people's homes... Tsk tsk."
The speaker's name was Wang Chongyi, a Jin merchant in Puzhou, and a county adjacent to the epicenter, but most of the close relatives of the Wang family went abroad to do business and serve as officials, so they were not greatly affected.
As deep as love is, so deep is hatred.
It is easy to hold Yan Song up right now, which means how easy it will be for Yan Song to fall down in the future.
Wang Chongyi didn't dare to think how great Yan Song's reputation would be in time.
"Donghu, do you really want to open this newspaper office to Shanxi? The river is remote, this must be a loss-making business."
"Those who don't plan for the whole world are not planning for a moment, and those who don't plan for the overall situation are not planning for a region. The business of the newspaper office can't be counted in this way." Zou Wang casually put down the teacup in his hand, and continued: "Opening a newspaper office is just a matter of time. It’s just a few dozen taels of silver, and the loss is just a few dozen taels.”
"Mr. Yan Ge is working hard, and the victims are in dire straits..." Zou Wang paused, then looked at Wang Chongyi and continued to ask, "You don't need to destroy the family to relieve the disaster, and you can also get interest, so you can help the court in disaster relief and get a clear name." , if you are a commoner, are you still willing to ask for a price?"
"It not only saves time, but also saves money. It's only a few dozen taels of silver. Could it be that Fang Tian is reluctant to part with such a small amount of money?"
Zou Wang took a deep breath and continued: "Even if we take another [-] steps back, even if the commercial tax is paid to the people, and the people have resentment in their hearts, they will not show it to you and me. The disaster in the northwest is real. Fang Tian is from Puzhou, the disaster victims are miserable, why should I say more?"
"As long as the people really have a community in their hearts, they will still lend us food. If the people want to scold us, that's also..."
Before he finished speaking, Zou Wang swallowed that sentence back.
Even if this trick is seen through by the common people, it is signed by Yan Song, no matter how much you scold them, you can't scold them businessmen.
The disaster situation in the Northwest is real, and so are the victims waiting to be fed.
This is enough.
Watching and helping each other is something engraved in the bones of this land. Even if they know that someone is profiting from it, as long as the food can be delivered to the people in need without the risk of losing money, there are still many people who are willing to donate generously.
Wang Chongyi was choked in place by Zou Wang.
A newspaper office was struggling to survive, but it was only losing five or sixty taels of if the cost of borrowing food from the people can be lowered by three to five cents, it will be a huge sum of money.
Seeing the expressions of Wang Chongyi and the others, Zou Wang said sadly: "So, on the day I left the palace, I told you that my Ming Dynasty's white jade pillars that hold up to the sky and the purple golden beams that frame the sea are old Yan Ge, Mr. Xu, you I'm just a person on business for the court, and it's my Ming people who endure the humiliation, we can't afford such a heavy reputation."
"How can we make money after we have a clear name? We are businessmen, and businessmen have to do what businessmen should do! The little money from the newspaper office can be spent as it is spent, or lost as it is lost. It's okay."
Speaking of this, the businessmen present thought of a sentence in unison.
He deceived the people and blamed the cabinet for his insults.
There is a saying in the Tao Te Ching that if the husband is too superior, the inferior will know it.
But Zou Wang has already noticed that there is another realm above the Supreme, that is, I don't know what is below.
There was too much wind and waves outside, Zou Wang just wanted to hide, to a place where no one could notice him.
Huge profits have smoothed the channel of news circulation among the provinces. This seemingly inconspicuous industry in the capital and a few famous counties is becoming the darling of businessmen.
Even though it may be difficult for most newspaper stores to be self-financing.
In everything, there are gains and losses, and there are losses and gains.
These singing and newspaper halls springing up like mushrooms after rain will eventually accelerate the spread of ideas such as practical learning and New Confucianism that were just bred in the south of the Yangtze River in Daming.
An era destined to be more brilliant than any other school of thought is ready to burst forth.
-
The capital originally had a tax on store stalls, but after the disaster in the northwest, the cabinet finally raised the tax on store stalls to [-] taxes after deliberation.
This is convenient for the Cao officials in Shuntian Mansion. The shops have to pay as much tax as they have paid.
"Lord, didn't the shop already pay taxes at the beginning of the month?"
"That's a regular tax. In order to repay the cabinet's loan, all the shops and stalls in the world have been changed to [-] taxes, and the previous [-] taxes have to be paid one more."
"But the small one also lent grain to grain merchants to help the court with disaster relief!"
"One yard is one yard, and the merchant tax is not collected. Where can the grain merchants get the grain to repay your grain, and how can they pay you interest? If you borrow a catty of grain for only ten days, you will be given one tael of grain interest. Where did they all come from?!"
With just a few words, Cao Li silenced the merchants in the capital.
It wasn't until the tax was paid that the merchants who were stunned in place came back to their senses.
"Wait a minute, let's lend food to the grain merchants, and then the grain merchants will go to relieve the disaster in the northwest, and then the imperial court will increase your tax... Can't we relieve the disaster in the northwest?!"
"hold head high."
"The interest of 300 million taels of silver all comes from us? And let Yan Song earn a reputation of loving the people inside and out?!"
All the merchants cursed in a low voice at the same time.
"Old bastard."
The originally lively singing and newspaper shop gradually calmed down shortly after Shuntian Prefecture increased the store tax.
Except for a few people who don't know where they are, they only sigh a few words when they hear about the disaster in the northwest.
But soon these people discovered that they were wrong.
And it was dead wrong.
Because the grain merchants who borrowed the grain for a few days came back from other counties, and these grain merchants brought back the grain, but they did not return the grain to the people who borrowed the grain, but silver and copper coins.
Originally, the people in the capital didn't think much about it.
It's just that when they took the money to buy grain, they found that in order to stabilize the price of grain, Shuntian Mansion stipulated that each person could only buy ten catties of rice noodles per day.
Some smart people lined up outside the rice shop day and night and quickly exchanged the money in their hands for food.
And more people didn't join in the fun, but went home directly with money.
After the Jingshi grain merchants cleared their accounts, the major grain companies no longer restricted the purchase of rice noodles, but the price of Jingshi's grains skyrocketed to [-] miles as if they had turned into immortals.
"This is the money you paid back to me! You paid me one stone and nine buckets with interest! Why are you only selling me six buckets of grain now?!"
"No, you are still being unreasonable. These ancient things are rare and expensive, and there are many people who buy grain. Why can't we raise the price?"
"Aren't you killing donkeys?!"
"What nonsense!"
"All the food in the world has been adjusted. Anyway, the capital's food will not be needed for disaster relief in the future. Why don't you kill donkeys!?"
The troublemakers were left speechless by the grain merchants, and all the written documents and IOUs were confiscated after they collected the money.
But now, the money that was originally paid with interest, after the price of food rose, not only the interest is gone.
Even the book lost dozens of catties.
Almost everyone who lent food to the court felt suffocated, and there was only one person left to vent their anger on.
cabinet!
RNM, pay back!
(End of this chapter)
