Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

The young citizen asked with a smile. After receiving the response from the old citizen, he laughed and cursed:

"You old man, we only have three breaks in half a day.

You actually left it until before the meal. Are you preparing to rest your stomach and eat another bowl later? "

"Fuck you, old man, I can rest whenever I want, it's none of your business!"

The man also laughed and scolded the visitor, but he put away his pipe.

He said to the king and his wife:

"His Majesty the Great Emperor has stipulated that we can have three chances to rest in half a day.

One of them is the time for tuba, which can take a longer rest.

The remaining two times are time to pee, which is only the time of two packs of cigarettes.

Old man, my time is up, I won’t chat with you anymore! "

After the old man finished speaking, he picked up the bucket and walked towards the dirt.

Wang Fuzhi asked:

"May I ask, my father-in-law, why do you call His Majesty the Great Emperor?"

The old man replied loudly as he walked:

"Why isn't he the great emperor? That small court in the south is His Majesty's cousin, and that is the little emperor who doesn't care about anything.

Our Majesty, for being so kind to us, isn’t he the great emperor? "

The common people's perception is so simple.

They don't know how to express their own judgment standards, but they also know what loyalty is.

After the old man finished speaking, he held the pole with one hand and waved his free hand towards the back, shouting:

"Thank you for the cigarettes, gentlemen!"

Looking at the civilian husband going further and further away, Wang Shen subconsciously lit the pipe.

He took a puff and immediately choked on the spicy tobacco and coughed.

"This smoke, ahem, is really exciting, ahem!"

……

"Clang clang clang!"

At this moment, someone rang a bronze bell at a nearby construction site.

The melodious bells woke up everyone in the Wang family.

They looked around and saw two men who looked like foremen, shouting and making the nearby peasants line up.

Thousands of civilians straightened up.

The crowding that everyone expected did not happen.

I saw the peasants slowly dropping their work, walking aside to wash their hands, and then a long queue slowly formed.

The two foremen counted the number of people, and then led hundreds of people to the west.

In the noisy sound, Wang Fuzhi and others clearly heard the husband and wife discussing what would be the meal today?

You can even hear someone discussing what kind of meat will be included in today’s lunch meal?

Wang Jiezhi took a breath of cold air.

If what the common man said just now is true - the emperor can still provide meat even though he has organized millions of common men, then that is really good governance!

Wang Fuzhi found a mound of soil, climbed up and looked at it carefully.

I saw people working around the construction site who had already rushed to eat.

However, those people showed no signs of envy at all, and they did not even relax at all in their work.

Wang Euzhi suddenly understood——

If the food prepared is insufficient, the people will naturally be dissatisfied and looting will occur.

Judging from the peaceful current situation of the people:

The food provided by the emperor must be sufficient!

Being able to prepare enough food for the millions of people participating in corvee labor, the emperor had spent a lot of money!

At this moment, the old farmer from before had already walked over again carrying an empty bucket.

Wang Fuzhi hurriedly followed him. As he walked, he chatted with the villagers:

"Old man, what do you mean, those of us who work are all paid, right?"

"That is!"

The old farmer surnamed Li is very proud:

"Our Majesty really has nothing to say!"

He sighed:

"Old man, I am originally from Qingzhou. In the early days, the government imposed a lot of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, forcing us to sell our sons and woo our daughters. We can't even survive!"

Wang Fuzhi sighed in his heart.

As a wealthy gentleman in Hunan, Wang Fuzhi naturally knew the ropes.

The emperor asked for a copper coin, and the people below were eager to add a hundred taels of silver!

The three rates raised by the Ming Dynasty were only 6607 million taels in total at the highest point. On average, they were only one and two cents of silver per acre of land!

In other words, one acre of land only adds less than ten copper coins. (The ratio of copper to silver is between [-] and [-].)

however……

As more layers are added, the people can no longer survive...

But I heard the old farmer spit on the ground viciously and cursed angrily:

"Old man, my family was ruined and I fled to Texas, where I met His Majesty and his entourage.

That is to say, only when His Majesty is by your side, those of us who can't survive, will know who is harming us! "

Old Man Li was a refugee who fled to the city.

The emperor forced the city to pay, and when he asked the officials and gentry to ask for the supplies to be escorted by the people, they were pushed out by the government as if they were selling piglets.

"Those officials are shady!

They treated us as scapegoats and threw us out! "

The man named Li smiled bitterly:

“At that time, I thought I might not survive this time.

I was thinking again, no matter if I die, we will be the only one left in the family, and we will suffer even if we are alive! "

"Who knows, after arriving in Wuqiang, His Majesty will have people distribute food to us, but the officials will treat us badly!"

There was a smile on the corner of Min Fu's mouth. Thinking of that moment, he couldn't help but smile with joy:

"This is how we survived.

Your Majesty has also arranged medical officers for us. Anyone with a headache or fever can receive free diagnosis and treatment..."

The civilian husband's chat box was opened, and he told the whole story in detail.

When he said that he was given a land and then recruited to work, his face was full of joy.

He first talked about his own experience, and then answered Wang Fuzhi's question:

"As far as I know, those of us who work are all paid!"

"Ten cents a day, although not much, is still a normal price!"

He smiled and pointed to the brick-burning craftsmen:

“We only have two coolies, so naturally we can’t get a high price.

Look there, those who burn kilns, make bricks, build walls, and cut stones...

As long as you know a craft, you will naturally get more money than us! "

Wang Fuzhi thought secretly:

One person has ten cents a day. Calculated based on the lowest effort, one million people have ten thousand cents a day.

It seems that even if the new capital is built for a year, it will only cost about three million silver.

Compared with the big hole in Liaodong, it is naturally so small that it is almost negligible!

but!

If corruption in officialdom is included, I don’t know what the final total price will be!

Please investigate this matter carefully!

For the sake of Ming Dynasty and His Majesty, we must dig everything out.

When the time comes, we will have a draft to face His Majesty, right?

With this in mind, Wang Fuzhi continued to ask:

"My father, may I ask how this salary is paid?"