Lord of Ming Dynasty

Zhang Qiang nodded, "Yes. Don't you trust the bank notes from the bank?"

Chapter 158

"We know about the bank, but what is the relationship between the pieces of paper given by the government and the bank?" The old man hesitated for a while, then asked again.

"Where does the credit of the bank come from?" Zhang Qiang asked everyone.

At this time, a lot of people had gathered on the street. Zhang Qiang made a rough estimate. There were about a thousand people, some of them were buying and selling food, some were neighbors near the street, there were also street vendors passing by, scholars, militiamen, and patrols. Soldiers, and some rich people who sat in sedan chairs but were blocked at the intersection.

Although the territory of the Jinhua Rebel Army has been divided into fields, entered into households, and robbed by Zheng Cai’s pirates, Zhang Qiang has repeatedly cleaned and inspected those gentry, tyrants, and even the officials of the Ming Dynasty and Nanming officials who tried to resist him. The violent movement of dividing the land and gaining a lot of popular support, many rich and powerful officials have fled the territory of the Jinhua Rebel Army, but there are always speculators, and there are still rich people who can't leave, or those who don't want to leave stay.

The grain merchant said: "The bank's credit has been accumulated over the past few decades. Everyone deposits money with them, and then withdraws money from other places. They charge storage fees. The folks in the big hometown are also business partners. This friendship is not good. It can be accumulated in a day or two."

"So you don't trust the government?" Zhang Qiang asked.

"This—" Many people fell silent.

Zhang Qiang looked at them and said angrily: "I don't care what the government does, just like your parents beat and scold you every day, but you dare not fight back because they are your parents. If you fight back, it is unfilial. The place where the Jinhua Rebel Army is sorry for you?"

"The Jinhua Rebels dragged you out of the chaos of war, gave you clothes, food, and fields for you, and gave you a safe life without war. Countless soldiers built a road for you with their flesh and blood. The Great Wall of Steel, don’t you——, don’t you appreciate them?”

Zhang Qiang took a breath after speaking, and stared at the crowd with majestic eyes.

At this time, there were more people behind the crowd. They were officials from the Governor's Mansion, officials from the Jinhua Rebel Army, and some mounted musketeers from the Chasseurs.

I don't know when many squatted on the rubble on both sides of the street, holding bowls, eating and looking at the men here, and even some women climbed onto the roof to look at this place.

No one responded.

Zhang Qiang is a little discouraged. This is the people in his territory. They don't know how to be grateful. Maybe the government here has the ability to drive away the Qing army. Like an underground bunker made of steel and concrete, people know that bombs cannot be blown here, but they don't think about who built it and who they should be grateful for.

This can't work, although fighting against the enemy is the job of a soldier, managing the people and giving them a safe place is the responsibility of the government, and it's also their job, but if you don't say it, if you don't let them know, if you don't appreciate it, then You just raise a group of white-eyed wolves, and they feel that they should enjoy these things, but they never know that they should actively care about these things and actively participate together.

This is a disgusting cycle, Zhang Qiang will never let this kind of thing happen in his territory, he is the governor here.

Doing good deeds without leaving a name is Lei Feng, not him.

"There are also those who came from other places, or hid during the war, and came back to enjoy the war when the war stopped, you touch your conscience, what have you done to protect this place?"

It didn't wait for people to feel wronged and want to defend.

Zhang Qiang continued to shout angrily: "Don't tell me that you have paid taxes, you should enjoy these things, then, from this point of view, should you take the blood, sweat and taxes paid by those people in the past to build and protect this place?" How about paying it again?"

"We're not going to let that happen, but I told you earlier that we've got no money and we need you to pay for some of it, yes - just some of it, these pieces of paper (he took it out of his pocket) The food stamps printed by the Jinhua Rebel Army) is the price I make you pay, we are not saying that we want to take your money from you, but tell you that from now on, these things will be money—”

"The credit of these money is guaranteed by the lives of 7 soldiers of the Jinhua Rebel Army and all the property of the Jinhua Rebel Army. If one day the Jinhua Rebel Army fails to honor the money, these pieces of paper cannot be exchanged for money. You can remove all of them from the government. Here, the Jinhua Rebel Army is the official government, and it is different from the Ming Dynasty, and different from the courts of the emperors in the Southern Ming Dynasty, here, we guarantee your personal safety, and guarantee the credit of the money."

When Zhang Qiang had a chance to catch his breath, Ma Ying asked weakly, "My lord, according to what you said, when we leave the territory of the Jinhua Rebel Army, can we take these pieces of paper and exchange money with you?"

"Yes, cash at sight. You can regard this department under the Grain Bureau as a bank run by the government of the Jinhua Rebel Army, but this bank has the right to print these banknotes, just like the imperial courts of the Ming Dynasty and the Tartars. It is the same as the right to mint copper coins, we just take back these rights in the territory we rule, and we operate it ourselves."

A burly man who looked like he was in the dust asked: "Master, you mean that we have to take it if we don't want it, and we have to exchange it if we don't want to exchange it?"

Zhang Qiang said: "Yes, this is a mandatory regulation. You must use food stamps on the territory of the Jinhua Rebel Army. Food stamps can be exchanged for copper coins and gold and silver equal to the face of the ticket, or they can be exchanged for grain at market prices. Food and the gold and silver owned by the government are used to guarantee his exchange. When you leave our territory, we will exchange a lot of the gold and silver you own. But in the territory, if anyone trades with gold and silver or even It’s a physical transaction, so, sorry, there is still room in our prison cell, if you go in, you will lose your skin if you don’t die. It depends on whether your bones are hard or not.”

Zhang Qiang doesn't have time to educate these people. In the land of China, coercive things are often more useful than lip service. Disobedience, cutting off water, electricity, and circuits cut off his social relations and put him on a dead end. This is the best way to deal with him, to make them discipline and obedience.

This may be because China has been a tortoise for 5000 years. It has no blood, just like a castrated stallion. Once castrated, it has no temper and can only be obeyed for people to ride.

A rich man, wearing silk and satin, shouted from a distance, "My lord, can I open a private bank?"

Chapter 159 I Have Doubts

Zhang Qiang shook his head, "At present, in order to protect the people and stabilize the territory, the Jinhua Volunteer Army will not allow private individuals to open money houses, including pawnshops and underground money houses engaged in exchange. Once caught, they will be sent to a hard labor camp, toiled to death, and will not be released in this life. .”

Zhang Qiang saw that almost all the people around him shivered. The prisoner-of-war camp might still have its day, and the hard labor camp was a death camp. For those who lived in the territory of the Jinhua Rebel Army, it was a profound experience. Like thunder.

Seeing the fearful eyes in everyone's eyes, Zhang Qiang said in a slightly relaxed tone: "But in other places, such as the Longwu court, the Yongli court, and the money houses and rich people on the territory of the King of Lu, they can establish Tongjinhua through the Governor's Mansion Exchange Bureau. Rebels, we welcome them to cooperate with us, and provide large-value exchange services for other people who want to own Jinhua Rebels food coupons, or those who do business with Jinhua Rebels in places where our forces cannot reach, and entrust you in other places. The local government exchanged food stamps for other people, and used them to do business or other business exchanges with the Jinhua Rebels.”

There is a lot of discussion below, like a pot of boiling water. What Zhang Qiang instilled in them is that food stamps must be used in the territory of the Jinhua Rebel Army, that is, these papers are printed, and silver can be used outside. The Jinhua Rebel Army protects them, but they must also follow Jinhua The instructions of the rebel army, to do what they are asked to do, are all mandatory and there is no discussion.

Zhang Qiang doesn't have time to build credit. Credit will be built unconsciously. He doesn't need to build it deliberately because he doesn't have time. Compulsory credit is more stable than voluntary credit.

After explaining, Zhang Qiang turned around and left. He already knew that his private visit on Weibo had failed. These people regarded him as an official. Although no one guessed his final identity, it was not important. The important thing was that he was already unconscious. The representative of the government, can this micro-service private visit continue?

After finding Zhu Dayou, Zhang Qiang said to Zhu Dayou: "Go find someone, find a lot of people who have the ability to speak, and people who have a bad temper, just like me just now, go around and give me speeches, and don't miss every word I just said. to all parts of our territory."

"My lord, isn't this what the yamen at all levels do?"

"You tell them to do it."

Zhang Qiang glared at him, Zhu Dayou knew that he was spoiled too much, and unconsciously he was no different from the governor who created the Jinhua Rebel Army, so he shrank his neck and said fearfully: "Yes, my lord , I will do it as soon as possible."

In the distance, Ma Ying was a little puzzled, a little bit unwilling, a little bit embarrassed, and hesitantly accepted the grain stamps given to him by the grain store. He had prepared a small cloth bag to hold his copper coins and scraps of silver, but now it is not necessary. Arrived, there is a thick stack of crunchy-sounding pieces of paper, beautifully printed, with old farmers, generals, civil officials, and some places in Jinhua Mansion that he seems to have been to, painted in ink and wash On the top, he still can't figure out why a bag of rice millet that he has worked so hard to carry to the place can be exchanged for this light stack of paper. up.

Turning a street, he came to the pharmacy, entered the pharmacy, took out the pharmacy given by the doctor, and then took out the stack of papers, hesitating, hesitating, hesitating for a long time, and then went to the counter with a feeling of apprehension. The old Chinese doctor wearing thick glasses said: "Give me a month's dose of the medicine on this prescription."

Then he took the prescription in his hand and how much the doctor told him to spend, counted out the food coupons equivalent to this amount, stacked it on top of the prescription, and pushed it to the old Chinese doctor.

The old Chinese doctor looked at the piece of paper on his prescription, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and then sighed in a voice that only Ma Ying could hear from the bottom of his heart, and grabbed the prescription and the piece of paper, not the food stamp, into the counter.

Ma Ying's eyes showed a look of joy, they accepted the money in their hands, it was food stamps, and it seemed that they didn't have to throw it into their hands.

When the old Chinese doctor wrapped the medicinal hemp paper and handed it to him, he also found the same piece of paper worth a few cents.

Ma Ying felt upset when she saw those pieces of paper, but they all accepted their own pieces of paper, so how can she not accept others'?

Ma Ying also sighed, then grabbed the money, quickly stuffed it into the inner pocket of his bosom, and kept it close to his body. Since these pieces of paper can be used as money, what doubts does he have?

Before he could finish his thoughts, the old Chinese doctor said to himself: "I hope this Jinhua rebel army can stay here forever, and don't be invaded by the Tartars, and don't be transferred to other places by the imperial court. Those good-looking pieces of paper are really useless paper that even wipes your ass, when the time comes, Daming will ask you to pay taxes and money, and we have no money, so we will drag our family and take our mouths away to other places."

Ma Ying's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, "That's right, these pieces of paper are based on the fact that the Jinhua Rebels are still on this land. What if they leave? What if they are beaten in by the Tartars?"

The Tartars will definitely not recognize these pieces of paper, and neither will the Ming Dynasty, nor will the Ming Dynasty court. They will definitely not recognize these pieces. What do they do if they want money?

Immediately, Ma Ying's mood was as heavy as when he first came here.

The same question was asked all over Jinhua County.

This shows the role of the preacher that Zhang Qiang asked Zhu Dayou to send out.

But for the things after that time, Zhu Dayou is now preparing. For these preparations, he has to call up talents and communicate with the prefects in various places. How the county magistrates will react is still to be discussed. In short, it is not something that can be done in a short while. It will take some time for Zhang Qiang's food stamps to be implemented. To make people believe in his value, they have to be forced, and then forced.

When Zhang Qiang returned to the Governor's Mansion, he was overwhelmed by Wenshan's pile of documents. Pity him as a wage earner. This is not something he does at all, but he is not like those old men who deal with things that he has not dealt with all day long. Read the memorials from various government newspapers and have been screened by talented scholars.

He still can't change people's writing habits. The traditional characters written vertically made his neck almost turn into a chicken neck, moving up and down constantly. Otherwise, how do you look at the vertical characters? The big problem is that he doesn't know many traditional Chinese characters, and he must not let the scholars read to him. Seeing their shaking their heads, Zhang Qiang is a little funny.

Read it in a hurry, and then classify some memorials, let the scholars write some documents that need to be processed by Zhou Porridge as read, and handle them yourself, or you can find a way to deal with them. In the future, you don’t have to hand over these things, find someone to find a way to deal with them , Then the scholars copied a copy of the document, the original was filed in the archives of the governor's mansion, and the copy was handed over to Zhou Porridge's attendant room for processing.