I am the king of the dead

Zhu Qiyu thought it was a model of an extremely exquisite steam locomotive scaled down in proportion, but a small yellow door brought a fire book, lit a piece of paper, and stuffed it into the fire stove under the boiler. It whistled once, and then spun around the small track on the plate.

A dynamic steam locomotive made of white copper, handcrafted by Ming craftsmen, is the only one in the world.

Zhu Qiyu played for a while, then smiled and said: "Okay, very good, reward!"

What is good at the top must be good at the bottom. His Majesty likes these things. For the craftsmen, it is just a waste of effort, but these models are placed in the Imperial Study Room of the Lecture Hall, and His Majesty does not look down. See, I will always remember that they are craftsmen, just like the picture of the majesty's imperial study that always hangs on the pier and the distant marquis.

Satisfied, Zhu Qiyu left Xitu City, returned to the lecture hall, put the steam locomotive model away, asked Xing'an to fetch a glass cover, and buckled it to prevent dust, which was just right.

In fact, Xing'an has known for a long time that the Yongping Factory will build a model of Tai'an No. [-], even the size, and the matching glass cover is ready.

But for New Year's gifts, it's meaningless to say them in advance.

"Not bad." Zhu Qiyu clapped his hands, looking at his models all over the wall, he was in a very good mood. He has been working for Daming for the past 12 years, after all, his work was not in vain.

Ran Siniang came in, saw her husband tinkering with those models again, and said with a smile: "My husband should go back to Tai'an Palace, it will be dark soon, and all the ministers will enter the palace to meet His Majesty to celebrate the New Year."

Ran Siniang never touched the figurines all over the wall, the emperor regarded them as treasures, even the ancestor Xing'an cleaned them himself on weekdays.

"Okay, let's go." Zhu Qiyu returned to Tai'an Palace, waiting for the ministers to meet the New Year.

The first ones to come were the relatives of the emperor, and His Royal Highness Prince Xiang led a group of princes for a feast of extravagant flattery, which made the emperor dizzy.

King Yi Zhu Jianshen got another five pieces of caramel, and King Xiang took the princes to call His Majesty again, received the reward, and disappeared without a trace.

For the Ming clan, as long as His Majesty is still rewarding the five caramel candies, it means that His Majesty is still willing to maintain the superficial kinship friendship, which means that as long as they are obedient, there will be no indiscriminate disasters.

Then came the princes of Ming Dynasty, a group of hereditary princes and marquises shouted long live.

After that came the civil and military ministers, Zhu Qiyu's legs were a little numb from sitting, and the New Year's Eve was just over.

"Another year."

It’s another Tianming Festival. This Halloween, which was originally just an ordinary celebration for the emperor’s birthday, has gradually become a universal festival. There are lanterns and festoons everywhere, and there are bright lights everywhere. It celebrates the birth of the Ming Dynasty more than 90 years ago. born.

At this time, in Prince Xiang's mansion, Zhu Zhanqian was writing vigorously. He was bound to win the headline of the mansion newspaper in January this year, but as he was writing, Zhu Zhanqian stopped writing, and then wrote the title in his hand. Ben threw it into the brazier and lit it.

Luo Bingzhong became anxious when he saw it. He didn't want to save it, and it didn't matter if he didn't save it. He stretched out his hand in a panic and said, "Your Highness, this can't be done!"

Luo Bingzhong was impatient, Zhu Zhanqian wrote this title bit by bit for five years, and said it was burned, so he burned it.

Zhu Zhanqian wrote about the gains and losses of Wanghua Tatars. He analyzed Wanghua Tatars from many angles, but after analyzing and analyzing, Zhu Zhanqian realized that what he was talking about was bullshit.

Zhu Zhanqian refused to let Luo Bingzhong put out the fire. Since he wanted to burn it, he was naturally dissatisfied. Even after five years of writing, he was dissatisfied. How could a Tatar accept Wang Hua so easily, talking so much nonsense is nonsense."

"It's not the orthodox 14th year. In the winter of the [-]th year, Oirats invaded the bandits. The Oirats who fought back from the Jedi of Ming Dynasty could not find Bei. How could Tuotuobuhua secretly collude with Daming? If it wasn't for the Ming army's victory in Hetao, Jining, if it wasn't for Yang Jun In Dongshengwei, brave and unparalleled, the gunpowder magazine was blown up, and still defeated the Oirats, how could Tuotuobuhua not agree to the Oirats' request to borrow troops?"

"If it weren't for the Ming army's perennial suppression of bandits in Daningwei, how could Tuotuo not be willing to enter the court? If it weren't for the Ming army's gold and iron horses, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, and arresting the Ara Zhiyuan in Hara and Lin, Wu The tribes of Liangha are still waiting and watching."

"No gain or loss, no gain or loss! If you want peace and security on the border of the country, just four words, strong soldiers and strong horses!"

Luo Bingzhong wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Your Highness is brilliant."

Zhu Zhanqian doesn't like the wind power of some of the capital's recent horses on Nanshan. In his opinion, they should all go to the border. After a few years of experience in the border, they will not be able to say such nonsense. Lang Keqian, the number one scholar of the year, could still say a few words about Huaiyuan people and soft princes in the capital.

There is a posture of copying the guy and doing it, and whoever wins will be the boss.

"Your Highness, it's burned. Can we still fight for the headlines of our mansion newspaper in January?" Luo Bingzhong asked as he watched the burning of the test book and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Zhu Zhanqian said with a smile: "Go, why not! I've already thought of a new headline."

"Some time ago, Your Majesty discussed the vain business at the Salt and Iron Conference. This matter was reported to the residence, and the response from the people was enthusiastic. I just observed a strange phenomenon. We scholars in the Ming Dynasty are always doing something unreasonable. actual dream."

Luo Bingzhong frowned and asked, "Why is it unrealistic?"

Zhu Zhanqian knocked on the table and said: "What is the economy? The economy is people's production, circulation, distribution, and consumption of real and virtual goods. Production is the foundation and consumption is the end point. It is like planting crops and finally eating food into the stomach. "

Luo Bingzhong nodded and said, "Your Highness is right."

Zhu Zhanqian sneered and said: "The Hanlin and editors of the Hanlin Academy dream all day long, trying to separate politics from the country and society to create a dream of a great harmony world. In the process, unrealistic fantasies, It's like there are as many maids in Prince Xiang's Mansion."

Luo Bingzhong waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Your Highness, Your Highness, even if you get angry again, we can't scold ourselves."

Zhu Zhanqian held the other hand with one hand, slowly pulled it out and said, "Now there are some people who want to start a trend. Some people are trying to detach economic activities from the country and society. Make a model that can be justified, hey, the model on the wall of His Majesty’s royal study is just a model, it’s very close to the real thing, but it’s just close, it’s not the same thing.”

After thinking about it, Luo Bingzhong said very approvingly, "That's right, that's right."

Zhu Zhanyi raised both hands and said: "The left hand is the model they have de-embedded, and the right hand is the economic activities of Ming Dynasty. They just took this model and started fooling around, saying that you look at this model, you do this No, that's not right, it's not mentioning the right hand at all."

Luo Bingzhong bowed his head and asked after a moment of thought: "Your Highness, you mean to put aside the facts?"

"Yes!" Zhu Zhanqian slapped the table and said, "Luo Changshi has been with Gu for so many years, and he summed it up very well."

Luo Bingzhong refilled a cup of tea for Zhu Zhanqin with a smile and said, "Your Highness brought it well."

Zhu Zhanqian said angrily: "The model of the left hand they extracted is a fantasy, and it is completely impossible to exist. Why do you say that? We will talk about it later. First, why did they extract such a model? model."

Luo Bingzhong said full of doubts: "Yes, why did they de-embed such a thing?"

Zhu Zhanqian stretched out a finger, moved it to Luo Bingzhong's eyes and said: "Let me give a few examples, the labor compensation of the Labor Insurance Bureau, they stretched out their left hand and said, look, Your Majesty: there is no need for us to formulate the minimum labor compensation." Standard, if there is a shortage of manpower in a certain industry, then the natural labor compensation will increase, and the common people will do this job, and when the industry does not lack manpower, the labor compensation will come down by itself.”

"Old Luo, have you noticed the trap in this statement?"

Luo Bingzhong shook his head and said, "Your Highness, don't embarrass me. I'm cross-eyed, and I don't see anything."

Zhu Zhanyu said quite confidently: "The purpose of their de-embedding this model is to prove that this model can self-discipline and self-adaptively regulate labor-capital relations, automatically regulate supply-demand relations, and automatically regulate class conflicts without any intervention at all. The same is true for inferring economic activities based on the operating principles of the model.”

Luo Bingzhong looked at the finger and said: "The isolated evidence cannot be established, Your Highness will give another example?"

Zhu Zhanqian stretched out another finger and said: "This kind of completely self-adaptive adjustment lie, let me give another example, how expensive pen, ink, paper and inkstone were in Guizhou, and how cheap Sanqi powder and tung oil were. ?According to the model of the left hand, shouldn’t the goods flow where there is a shortage? Why didn’t the pens, ink, papers and inkstones flow to Yunnan and Guizhou, and why did Yunnan and Guizhou’s culture and education not thrive?”

"There is a shortage of teachers in this place, but pens, inks, papers and inkstones are naturally expensive. Should they all flow there? But before the imperial court dredged the Wujiang River, did they flow to Yunnan and Guizhou?"

Luo Bingzhong suddenly realized: "It really is a trap! Your Highness can see it clearly."

"Once we figure out the purpose of their de-embedded model, we will see their true colors." The old god Zhu Zhanqian said: "This de-embedded model is fundamentally wrong."

"The first mistake, the establishment of this de-embedded model, must answer a question, that is, land, labor and currency, are they commodities? Only when these three are characterized as commodities can this model be fully established."

"However, since the establishment of the Farm Law in the first year of Jingtai and the prohibition of buying and selling of fields, the land and farms have been collectively owned. Since the land cannot be bought and sold, it is naturally not a commodity."

Luo Bingzhong said in a low voice: "It can't be traded, but it can be circulated, right? Just put it another way."

Zhu Zhan turned his head suddenly and stared fiercely at Luo Bingzhong. One word from Luo Bingzhong was enough to completely abolish the current land system of Ming Dynasty. He gritted his teeth and said, "Luo Bingzhong, you really deserve to die! "

Luo Bingzhong said as a matter of course: "I can think of things that a half-hearted scholar can think of, so many scholars in Daming can't think of it?"

"Do you scholars have dark hearts, livers, spleens and stomachs?!" Zhu Zhanqian's teeth were itchy in anger, but there was nothing he could do about it. Emperor Gao had nothing to do about the death of a man, let alone Zhu Zhanqin.

But Zhu Zhanqian thought about it again, His Majesty is his nephew. He is 22 years older than His Majesty, and he will definitely die before His Majesty. , I feel better.

Zhu Zhanqian was interrupted, and forgot what he wanted to say, "What are you talking about!"

Luo Bingzhong quickly replied: "Land contains exchange and use value, but it cannot be bought or sold because of the law, and cannot be a commodity."

Zhu Zhanqian shook his left hand vigorously and said: "Currency cannot be a commodity. This has been discussed before, and this is one of the reasons why His Majesty has refused to implement the money law so far. When it comes to labor, they characterize labor as a commodity." Virtual commodities, this is materialization! This is putting the cart before the horse and turning the horse into the horse in Your Majesty's "On the False and the Real", turning black and white, disregarding right from wrong, unclear about the importance, and pointing the horse as a horse!"

"Born as a human being, the spirit of all things, how can human labor be materialized into commodities?"

Luo Bingzhong said in a low voice: "Gao Liji, Japanese maidservant, Lizhu girl, and eunuch are all human beings, and they are also commodities."

"Lift! Bar! Yes! Right!" Zhu Zhanqian patted the table a few times and pointed at Luo Bingzhong.

Luo Bingzhong bowed his head and said: "Isn't this a political discussion? The more debated the truth, the clearer it is, right? It's not an argument, it's not an argument."

Zhu Zhanqian leaned on the back of the chair and said triumphantly: "Didn't you notice? What I said just now is a typical divorce from reality. This is the second fundamental error of the de-embedding model, and it is also a fatal error."

Luo Bingzhong turned pale with shock, and asked in a daze: "Your Highness, were you teaching by example just now?"

Zhu Zhanqian raised his head halfway, raised his eyebrows and said: "The second fundamental and fatal mistake of this de-embedded model is that it is divorced from reality, empty, and only relies on subjective conjectures to infer economic operations. De-embedding is metaphysical, it is a castle in the air, and there is no seeking truth from facts.”

Luo Bingzhong bowed his head once again convinced and said: "Your Highness is brilliant! I have something unclear, please ask Your Highness to clarify."

"Speak." Zhu Zhanqian said concisely, taking a sip of tea.

Luo Bingzhong frowned and said with a strange expression: "Then what should the real economy look like? You can't just say that they are wrong and don't announce the correct answer. It's not appropriate."

Zhu Zhanqian raised his two hands, slowly put them together and said: "The real economy is by no means a model that is divorced from reality. is chimeric."

"There must be both theory and practice, practice improves theory, and theory guides practice."

9 Chapter Sixty Brings a Little Shock to the Ancient Land

Zhu Qiyu read King Xiang's memorial and found it very interesting. He scolded some people, but he didn't seem to scold.

"The model of the left hand, the de-embedded model has a certain meaning, especially in a small area such as an individual, a family, or even a small workshop, it is applicable, but if you look at the whole Ming Dynasty, According to the scriptures, there are some papers." Zhu Qiyu Zhu criticized Zhu Zhanqian's memorial.

The plan for a year lies in spring. When the spring breeze blows the land of Daming, the Daming Ocean Fleet, commanded by Fandu of the Daming Navy and commanded by Daming Jinyiwei, Tang Xing, is sailing southwest under the leadership of the flagship.

"The wind is blowing! The wind is blowing!" Sailor Kuai Lin was lying on the mast of the flagship. He was bored, and suddenly his eyes lit up, because the anemometer in his hand spun.

Holding an anemometer in his hand, he jumped up suddenly, slid down from the mast like the wind, and came to Tang Xing in a flash, handed the anemometer in his hand to Tang Xing, and shouted loudly: " Commander Tang, the wind is blowing!"

"Okay! Beat the drum and blow the trumpet to notify all the ships that the wind is blowing!" Tang Xing shouted loudly, spitting out the fish bone he had bitten in his mouth.

The drums are beating, the horns are urging, and the flags are flying.The battleships and three-masted ships guarding the left and right seemed to wake up suddenly. After seeing the semaphore clearly, the twelve ships burst into cheers and beat the drums together. Up, far, far away.

After sailing in the equatorial windless belt for nearly two months, the good boys of Daming are almost tormented by boredom and become suspicious.

Da Mingerlang is not afraid of violent storms, native intrusions, sea beast attacks, but boredom. The two-month voyage in the equatorial windless belt was very boring. When they woke up every morning, they even doubted that they had never passed this day. , because the sea and the sky are still the same color, and even a cloud can't be seen.

Boredom slowly turned into numbness, numbness began to be suspicious, are we really leaving?Are we caught in a sea barrier?There is even an odd wonder: are we dead?

When the wind blew up, the thirteen large ships of the Daming Navy seemed to come back to life, and immediately became lively.

The Daming navy has no shortage of food. At worst, they will catch some seafood to make some sashimi, and there is no shortage of fresh water. Some of the extravagant ones can even drink hot water. After all, His Majesty the Emperor prepared more than 50 barrels of light water for each ship of the Daming Ocean Fleet. Oil is for the ocean-going fleet to boil water at sea, and each ship also prepares a full [-] barrels of shochu, high alcohol.

The Daming Navy is the only military unit in the Ming Army that can't help drinking, because in the current ocean conditions, spirits are mixed with water to replenish water. A jug of shochu is mixed with a liter of water, and a jug of shochu is about [-] milliliters.

This ratio has been certified by the Daming Jiejieyuan. If it is higher, it will cause heartburn if it is wasted, and if it is lower, it will have no disinfection effect. This is the conclusion obtained by the Jiejieyuan after more than ten years of observation.

Zhu Qiyu thought that if he couldn't help drinking, the Ming army would drink it openly, but in fact he was slightly wrong, the Ming army had never failed His Majesty's expectations.

During the two-month voyage in the equatorial windless belt, each Sergeant of the Ming Army only had two liters of water per day, and there was only two jugs of spirits in it.

The same is true for Tang Xing, two liters of water a day, never exceeding the amount.

If it is sailing on shore, even if there is no regulation, the prohibition on alcohol is still enforced.

Before Tang Xing became a relative of the emperor, he was born in the low-level army. He knew exactly that the sergeant did not suffer from unevenness, especially on the ship. A drinking water standard, the soldiers will not have any complaints.

During the two-month voyage in the equatorial windless belt, Tang Xing hacked to death thirty Japanese warriors.

Tang Xingdu ate at the same stove with the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, and these warriors were unwilling to share the same stove with the ashigaru.

Tang Xing did some investigation and found out that these warriors were still squeezing the Japanese Ashigaru on the boat, and many of them were starved to death. These warriors obviously couldn't eat so much food or drink so much water. But even if he threw it away, he didn't give Ashigaru another bite.

Tang Xing was not used to these warriors, so he took advantage of the moonlit night to arrest all the warriors among the Japanese and sink them into the sea.

When we got on the boat, we were all on the same boat. If the boat capsized, we would all die. If these samurai went on like this, if more than 800 ashigaru really rebelled on the boat, it would be a big trouble.

The ocean voyage is not only a test of physical strength and willpower, but also a test of organization. Infighting is something Tang Xing will never allow to happen.

Afterwards, these Japanese ashigaru were assigned to the control of the Great Ming Shubian General, and this Japanese ashigaru never died of starvation and thirst anymore. When the Japanese ashigaru saw Tang Xing, it was like seeing Amaterasu.

"Your Majesty, did you expect the enemy to be lenient? Even this way, I've been in the windless belt, so I can't use it up?" Tang Xing stood at the bow of the boat, and the sea breeze blew his clothes, making a rattling noise. Each ship in the ocean-going fleet has fifty barrels of spirits. These fifty barrels of spirits passed through the calm zone, and only about five barrels were used.

There are 220 crew members on each ship of the ocean-going fleet, and they need 44 liters of spirits every day. They sail for more than 160 days and share about 640 liters. The small barrels for light oil are [-] liters, and the large barrels for spirits are [-] barrel. [-] liters.

In fact, at the beginning, His Majesty prepared a super large barrel with a capacity of 640 liters, but it was changed to [-] liters under the joint suggestion of Songjiang Shipyard and Haishitang.

Kuai Lin glanced at the time, counted with his fingers, and then pulled out a quadrant, and simply calculated the lower dimension. While writing the logbook, he said with a smile: "Your Majesty is lenient, be prepared. chant."

He is a boat master, and he knows that it is easy to get lost on the sea, and there is no harm in being more prepared.

Kuai Lin was calculating the latitude and longitude to determine his position. He looked like a Taoist priest who was putting on airs.

"We'll be in Manbasa in three days. The land of the Kunlun slaves is full of aboriginals. There are also merchants from the Ming Dynasty who bought ivory and other things to return to the Ming Dynasty." Kuai Lin opened the needle road map, looked at the anemometer, and calculated again. Said for a while.

"Don't go to Manbasa, go straight to Luojing Zhengfeng." Tang Xing looked at the Kanyu map and gave instructions.

They are an ocean-going expedition fleet, and there is still enough water and food on board. There is no need to continue exploring these explored areas. They set sail and headed straight to the westernmost point of Zheng He's voyages to the West—Luo Jingfeng.

When I got there, the compass pointed to the south and the north, hence the name. It was the farthest position recorded in Zheng He's chart, which is the horizon that Li Binyan said.

Twelve days later, the Ming Ocean Fleet gradually approached the Luojing Peak at the southernmost tip of Africa.

Tang Xing always thought that he was a born adventurer, a born sailor, and he never got seasick when he got on a boat, but Tang Xing got seasick for the first time when he saw Luo Jingzheng Peak.

When the twelve boats rowed a beautiful arc and pointed to the west, the blue sea water became dark, and the sea water on the opposite side was like a giant beast that was originally docile and silent, and suddenly stood up angrily and trembled. On the shoulders, there were waves of swells, constantly rolling out white waves, and some melon-headed whales were thrown away by the waves.

The crest like a knife is like a giant beast arching its back covered with thorns.

The ups and downs of the boat in the crests and valleys were like grains thrown by a dustpan. Tang Xing only felt his internal organs being lifted and thrown down, and immediately lay down on the table, dripping cold sweat continuously, and his face was pale.

"That's Big Wave Mountain, right?" Tang Xing asked excitedly, pointing to the faintly visible archipelago in the waves.