Lu Ming

Anything can be faked, but white silver taels can't be faked.The amount of national debt purchased by the indigenous people is, to some extent, the truest feedback of the local "rebellion value".

that's all.

As for the views of the distribution faction, the opposition is scoffing at it: the traversing regime is the last regime in history that does not need to worry about finances.Not to mention right now, the future technologies stored in the hard drive alone can ensure that future generations will have no worries about food and clothing even in a few hundred years.

In this case, the government does not need to raise funds through multiple channels to complete national construction.What's more, the dividends of national construction were originally agreed to be distributed among the nobles, so there is no need for other classes to get involved so early.

As for the value of rebellion...the opposition denounced it as moaning without illness: the state machine with steam power, chemical fertilizers and long-barreled heavy artillery has already formed a crushing situation for conservative forces.

It's not Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming, who made a rebellion hoarse and exhausted.There is such a huge disparity between the time-traveling regime and the conservative forces, do you need to care about who is for and who is against?On the day when the flag is officially pulled, whoever refuses to accept it can just run over it.

The above two arguments have their own reasons, and it is true that no one agrees with the other.As a result, the two factions have been spraying each other on the forum for many years, and the national debt issue has now become a rotten piece of meat. No one in the neutral faction wanted to push the hand, so it was dragged down like this.

Since he was engaged in logistics before crossing, Feng Jun himself is actually a neutral faction.However, just now the historian's question made him suddenly moved.

The reason is simple: Guangzhou went all the way north. This is the third time he has mentioned the topic of national debt in exchanges with new gentry.

The reason for this, Feng Jun, has actually understood something along the way: Since ancient times, lending to low-level agricultural laborers has been the core means for the landlord class to maintain competitiveness.

Otherwise, the Green Crop Law would become the core of Wang Anshi's reform. All fools know that usury is the accelerator for the country's subjugation.

In today's Ming Dynasty, the natural and man-made disasters caused by the Little Ice Age have caused the complete bankruptcy of the owner farmers and tenant farmers.

The national-level refugee wave triggered by this has already hit the big landlord class itself: food harvests have been failing year after year, tenants either starve to death or run away, and even small landlords can’t survive. Who will the big landlords lend their funds to?

The original historical plane just survived like this.But in the plane of the traveler, the big landlords, especially the big landlords along the coast, suddenly discovered a force that could take over their hot money: Gang Leader Cao and his partners.

Yes, Master Cao is very concerned about business credit. Master Cao has countless properties that lay golden eggs that can be used as mortgages. Master Cao has also raised huge ships and soldiers to prepare for rebellion. Visually, the success rate is very high... When he does Emperor, that is great news, maybe this bond can go up and down again.

This is the fundamental reason why Feng Jun came into contact with the national debt repeatedly along the way: Fujian, Zhejiang, Jiangsu and Shanghai, plus today's Tianjin, these business people who inquired about the national debt are actually connected with the hot money of the huge landlord class behind them.

Otherwise, as long as the amount of funds is small, the business community will digest it by itself, so why bother to lend money to Marshal Cao?

Subconsciously knocking on the teacup with his fingers, Feng Jun maintained a thoughtful demeanor and remained silent.The rest of the people at the scene held their breaths and could hear the drop of a needle.

Finally, after half a cup of tea, Feng Ge slowly raised his head.

As soon as he raised his head, he stared straight at the historian, with a solemn expression, and suddenly asked quickly: "I issued bonds, how much can you eat?"

The sudden questioning did not catch the historian by surprise.The next moment, Fatty Shi gently put down the lid of the tea bowl in his hand, smiled and raised two short fat fingers: "This matter, Qian Yegong... oh no, the financial team of the Tianjin branch also has a conclusion... 200 million taels Silver, cash at sight!"

After finishing this sentence, Fatty Shi immediately added: "This sum of money does not ask interest or return date, and it is cashed at the sight of the bill. It can be regarded as my colleagues in the financial team serving the handsome!"

"As for the follow-up debt."

Fatty Shi obviously prepared for this moment for a long time, and the terms were endless: "If it is handed over to us for consignment...how much interest will be given, and the colleagues in the industry will work hard to shout for the general, and within ten months, we will exchange another 200 million yuan Two silvers, the common people have little to worry about."

"Hahaha."

After hearing Fatty Shi's overall plan, Feng Jun raised his head and laughed, and said something that most people present couldn't understand: "Well, to jointly purchase national debt, Shi Yuan is going to be JP Morgan in Jinmen. , have big ambitions!"

At this moment, Feng Jun has made up his mind to promote the issuance of national debt at the top of the Great Yan Kingdom.

As for the reason, "people's hearts are available" is only one aspect.Another important point is: at this stage, Feng Jun has exclusively sniffed out the information about the financial tide between the national debt and the aborigines.

This can make things happen.

As an ambitious cabinet minister, Feng Jun keenly discovered that this is a good opportunity to "create" political achievements within the group and gain prestige.

As for the opposition... Now that the neutral faction headed by him has started to stand in line, the opposition has no way to resist.

After figuring everything out, Feng Jun made a solemn promise to the elders in Jinmen at the farewell stage of the luncheon that day: the bonds guaranteed by the marshal himself will definitely be issued within the year.

In addition, regarding the first batch of national debt, Feng Jun himself still tends to be experimental in nature, "earmarking funds for special use".

In other words, the bonds issued in Tianjin in the future will have a corresponding purpose, such as special bonds for the construction of the Beijing-Tianjin Expressway Sub-Line.

If so, everyone is happy, and the working meal is a perfect ending.

Sitting in a carriage, he returned to Office No. [-] of the Management Building. Boss Feng wiped his head and face with a hot towel, then gulped down a bottle of self-produced soda, and burped. Yao Jianshe behind the big board table said: "It's hard to pass, but the harvest is quite a lot."

Yao Jianshe replied proudly, "Well, our united front work in the north is not far behind, right?"

"It's good, it's beyond my expectations."

Feng Jun nodded in agreement: "It seems that even the landlord class in the north is also sensitive to the sharply changing power gap. We ignored this aspect before."

"It's because you old masters are so high above you that you are separated from the masses."

Yao Jianshe just opened his mouth to complain.After spraying a sentence, he reached out and rummaged through the stack of documents on the table for a while, finally pulled out a stack of printed and bound white paper, and threw it over: "Hey, let's see how the landlord class in the north understands Ours, they are quite sharp!"

Feng Jun reached out to catch the document, opened it and glanced at it.He didn't want to look at it, but he looked in: "Well... there is something! It's very detailed... Where is this person?"

Chapter 701 The Daily Life of the Northern Trio ([-])

"Clap, clap."

The dark corridor, the rhythmic leather boots, and the dark reverberation, seem like a green ghost walking at night.

As if after a long period of time, the sound of leather boots from far to near finally stopped in front of a door.

"Is it this one?"

"Yes."

"Open."

The next moment, the sound of keys rattling, the sound of unlocking the lock, and the creaking of the door leaf sounded continuously.

In the end, there was a cold shout: "Wu Fazheng, interrogation."

However, Wu Fazheng, who was sitting upright on the plank bed, was already prepared: the guard appeared at the wrong time, and now is not the time to serve meals.In addition, besides the guard on duty, there was another... presumably the interrogation.

With this judgment, Young Master Wu, who was lying on the ground, quickly got up, washed his face with clean water from the bucket, then carefully put on the blue shirt that represented his identity, and tied his loose hair with a cloth rope... …and all this done, the guard just took out his key and opened the door.

The environment changes a person enormously.After staying in the dark cage for less than a month, Wu Fazheng had memorized the footsteps of all the guards.

Stepping onto the green brick corridor with floating lamps and shadows, Wu Fazheng's expression is different from what he imagined, but it is relaxed with a little longing.

People who have not tried this taste cannot understand this mentality.In fact, regardless of ancient or modern times, any prisoner who can survive solitary confinement belongs to the hard-core faction with strong nerves and is entitled to be called a hero.Ordinary people are imprisoned like this, and after a long time, they will become crazy and stupid.

So, he just wants to talk to someone now.As for what to say, whatever, it doesn't matter.

Following the guards through several iron gates, they walked all the way to the end of the green brick passage.Putting the screams that wafted into his ears from time to time behind him, Wu Fazheng stepped onto the brick spiral staircase and finally landed on the ground.

On the first floor, there are also long corridors and rooms on both sides.The difference is that here, you can see the sunlight coming in through the glass windows everywhere.

Sunshine is very important, because Wu Fazheng hasn't seen it for a long time.

However, in the headquarters of the intelligence station, sunshine is always a luxury.Young Master Wu, who had not had time to enjoy the sunshine, was escorted into the seventh interrogation room as soon as he spoke.

Room [-] is an interrogation room newly built last year.The configuration here is not much different from other rooms, they are all in cool colors with interrogation tables and chairs.The only difference is that there is a mirror the size of a computer desktop on the wall of Room Seven.

After Young Master Wu entered the door, he saw the two sitting opposite him, and knew that he was about to go to court.

In court, we have to talk and chat.Young Master Wu, who was in a good mood, not only took the time to look around, but also straightened his hair in front of the silver mirror on the wall. He was quite romantic, and he almost shouted that I am Mount Emei.

Sitting obediently on the tiger chair, while cooperating with the guards to lock his arms with iron buckles, Wu Fazheng looked at the interrogator opposite him calmly.

The person presiding over the interrogation today is none other than Huo Gui, an old acquaintance of Young Master Wu, a senior agent of Tianjin Station.

At this moment, Huo Gui is no longer the guy who wears coarse short brown cloth and a white cloth apron around his waist.I saw him wearing a new style of sky blue military uniform with a small lapel for the intelligence department, a big cap, a shiny national emblem, and a colorful badge of qualifications on his chest. He looked like an imperial elite template.

At this moment, across a table, Huo Gui was observing Young Master Wu with great interest.

At first glance, with the torn green shirt and messy hairstyle, Young Master Wu seems to have not changed much from when he came.

However, there are still changes in the end: pale complexion, and faint scars on his face... This is the commemoration left by his colleagues for the young master during the first trial.

At that time, the Interrogation Section focused on the subject of interrogation, who was the escort monk who was escorted by the same car with Wu Fazheng.

As for Wu Fazheng, since the information had just been submitted and there was no reply, he was thrown into a private room after being interrogated hastily for a few sentences, and has been hanging out until today.

In the short period of the first confrontation, Young Master Wu also put on airs as a scholar because he didn't understand the power of the dictatorship's iron fist, which resulted in several slaps on the face, which have not completely subsided to this day.

After recalling the cause and effect, and observing carefully, Huo Gui suddenly changed his face and broke the silence in the room with a smile: "Young master, you are in good spirits!"

To Huogui's surprise, Wu Fazheng's eyes were clear at this moment, and instead he said politely: "We are each other. Brother Huo is well dressed, and I think he has been promoted, congratulations!"

"Oh, that's right, this is out of cultivation." Huo Gui raised his thumb in surprise, and turned his head to signal the colleague next to him to start recording: "Then let's officially start."

"Name."

"age."

"Native place"

... After a few routine questions, Huo Gui felt that the other party was cooperative this time, so he asked the topic: "Then, let's talk about the business situation of Yixinlong Commercial Bank outside the customs."

Wu Fazheng smiled slightly when he heard the words, and then picked up what he knew in a very flat manner, and said a few words.

After listening to this well-known content of Dalu, Huogui's question was immediately raised: "Very well, let's talk about the business relationship between Yixinlong and Jianlu."

"It's all normal business."

Young Master Wu put down his arrogance, and his IQ had re-occupied the high ground at this time, so he finally started to fight back after saying a word: "On this matter, there is still one thing that the students don't know. I am the official of the Ming Dynasty who conferred the title of scholar. Your honor In this way... are you following the king's law to judge talents?"

"Thinking of the ten-month weather, your Lord Cao hasn't pulled up the flag yet, right? Even if you change all your clothes, you're still wearing the official hat of the Great Ming Soldier, right?"

Speaking of this, Wu Xiucai sneered: "Take...the sword of the later dynasty? To kill the scholar of the current dynasty?...I'm afraid this is not appropriate?"

"Shaodong's family is indeed one of the five talents in Jinzhong. I'm afraid Dou E won't be wronged by you for this set of tricks!"

It is not surprising that Wu Fazheng's words are so expensive.It has been a long time since Tianjin Station was established, and he has seen many such routine cross-examinations.

"Friendly reminder, the monk's place has already been examined." Reaching out to pick up the cigarette case on the table, he took out a real-estate tulip and lit it, and after taking a deep breath of smoke, Huogui said leisurely: "Then we Let’s talk about the Great Ming King’s law first.”

"Since the Ming Dynasty, although the imperial court has repeatedly opened border markets, ironware, salt, and grain are all prohibited. Young master, you have learned a lot, you don't know about these things, do you?"

Having said that, Huo Gui raised his arm and stopped Wu Fazheng from opening his mouth: "I know you want to say that the border market is under the supervision of the border army, and Shanxi merchants trade goods to Mongolian friends according to the imperial court's permission... For example, , Tummet?"

"Humph."

Huo Gui stared at Wu Fazheng playfully, and said word by word: "The military uniforms of the frontier are Mongols, the Shanxi merchants also pretend to be the Mongols, and the later Jin people pretend to be Mongols... Your routine, Everyone in the world knew about it long ago, even Emperor Chongzhen in the palace knew it...do you still think that you are flawless?"

When Huo Gui said this, he finally changed his face: "Wu Fazheng, even according to the law of the Ming Dynasty, what crime should Yi Xinlong deserve?"

Huo Gui's words made Wu Fazheng stutter and couldn't find a reason to refute.In this situation, everyone is opening the skylight to speak out, so what is the point of sophistry.In the end, he had no choice but to murmur in a low voice: "Even if that's the case, your chief soldier can't take care of the affairs of Xuanfu!"

"It's a joke! Fake horse market trade, spying on the truth. Even stealing arms and leaking military information, it is really a profitless person in China."

Huo Gui slapped the table hard: "Wu Fazheng, you should know that above you, a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, there is another title, 'Han people', and a country called 'China'!"

Take a look at the ten-thousand-mile wall in Jin's border, it was built by your ancestors!Throughout the history, throughout the dynasties, which Han Dynasty did not treat foreign captives like tigers and wolves, prohibiting salt and iron and rejecting them?

"Don't talk about the jurisdiction of later dynasties here...Wu Fazheng, tell yourself, Tang Zong Song Zu, Qin Huang Han Wu, which former dynasty should you replace, what you Yi Xinlong did, should not be a crime of copying one's family and exterminating one's family ?”

Sweat finally seeped from Wu Fazheng's pale face at this moment.

There was complexity in his eyes, and he struggled for a long time. Finally, he sighed dejectedly: "Forget it, I was born at an untimely time, and I was born at the wrong time... You all asked clearly about the monk and the slave spy, and you still asked me do what?"

"That also needs to be confirmed by each other."

Seeing that the other party gave up resistance, Huo Gui started the interrogation process again.

This time, Wu Fazheng didn't hide anything anymore, and told what he knew about Yixinlong's long-term supply of strategic materials such as food and iron to the Mongolian tribe and even the Houjin tribe.

But after all, he is not the specific person who handles it, so this is just a rough idea, and the specific situation is not clear.

However, this known information was not Huo Gui's purpose in the first place.

The next moment, Huo Gui finally asked the key point of today: "Tell me about your book "Journey to the Southern Regions."

Wu Fazheng gave a wry smile when he heard the words: "I knew that today's catastrophe was caused by the manuscript!"

"It's good to know, let's talk about it."

"What else are you talking about? Isn't everything you saw and heard all the way south written clearly on it?"

"Tell me, will this manuscript eventually appear on Huang Taiji's desk?"

Wu Fazheng fell silent suddenly.

After a long time, he slowly shook his head: "Probably not."

"Probably?...Your manuscript has been written according to intelligence standards. I don't believe you now that you don't plan to dedicate it to Huang Taiji, and I guess you don't believe it either."

"Brother Huo, you guessed it right. My manuscript was originally intended to be handed over to Hou Jin by the caravan."

"Oh, hehe, what happened next?"

"I regretted it later!"

At this moment, Wu Fazheng was about to shed tears: "On the way back by sea boat, I changed my mind. I originally planned to have a long talk with my father after I got back, so that the family would change course... Anyway, I will also talk to your family. Shuai bets on both ends, and he can no longer die with a deposit."

When Wu Fazheng said this, he looked up to the sky and sighed, "Oh, you won't believe what I'm saying now. Come on, come on, one wrong step, one wrong step."