The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

Elder Kong Jiaji lamented: "These 640 million mu of land, excluding the 50 mu of rewarded land, it is estimated that it will be difficult to get the rest back."

"600 million is still a trivial matter, but we should see that Yan Song has no respect for the Kong family at all. This is terrifying. If other officials dare to do anything to the Confucius family in the future, then it's okay?"

"This Yan thief, the attack is really too hot, this is simply trying to dig our roots!" The elder's eyes were filled with fierce scarlet, revealing resentment.

"This time, our Confucian Mansion must fight back, otherwise everyone will think that our Confucian Mansion is easy to bully!"

"Yes, we must fight back!"

Kong Zhen glanced at them coldly: "It is natural to fight back, but do we have any means of counterattack now?"

Just seven days ago, Kong Zhen received information that Ma Wangzhai and other horse thieves under his banner were wiped out by unknown forces, and all the envelopes were searched. Keeping a hand, when contacting the horse thief, they are all in the name of the servants of the Confucius family, and have nothing to do with him.

However, since the horse thief was wiped out, he couldn't use special methods to retaliate against Yan Song.

"Yan Shenggong, maybe we can unite scholars from all over the world to give a great sacrifice to the ancestor!" Suddenly, one of the elders mentioned.

"A big sacrifice?"

Everyone was silent for a while, and their eyes lit up.

"sure!"

"Isn't this Yan Song blackmailing the Confucian government with the righteousness of the Shandong people? Let's blackmail Yan Song in the name of scholars all over the world!"

Kong Zhen also came to her senses, laughed loudly, and made a decision on the spot: "Let's do it like this!"

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Chapter 111 The Shock of the Scholars [1]

Yan Song's temporary residence in Jinan.

"Since the land has been cleared, how to deal with the land will be a big problem... What do you think should be done?"

Yan Song glanced at Jinyiwei, Dongchang Qianhu, and Zhang Ren...

The three of you look at me and I look at you, with blank faces, and wry smiles.

"My lord, we really don't understand... It's okay to let us kill people... But let us rule, maybe..."

Yan Song looked at the silly faces of these three people, couldn't help covering his forehead, and asked the wrong person.Damn it, the courtiers in the imperial court who are looking out for their own interests have not agreed to send a new chief envoy until now, so they have to do all these things by themselves.

However, Yan Song is not helpless.

To vacate so many fields, it must be distributed to all the people in Shandong, but it cannot be given for nothing, and a large project must be carried out.

The way Yan Song thought of was to build roads.

There is a saying that if you want to get rich, you must build roads first... Well, road construction, road construction is a very large project, which can consume a lot of manpower and materials to promote economic development.In later generations, once the GDP is not good, or the export situation is not good, or the national economy is in a downturn, then we will directly engage in infrastructure construction, which can bring a large number of related industries to life and improve the economic level in disguise.

At the same time, the road is connected, which speeds up the flow between regions, optimizes the allocation of regional resources, and reduces waste.

In addition, a lot of cement will be used for road construction. You must know that the cement is in the hands of Yan Song now. The more cement used, the more wealth Yan Song can get.And it is hidden, no one knows.

As for how to reward the people who build roads, they should just reward the land, which is more than 600 million mu, and the population of Shandong is only 300 million at most, and each person is divided into two mu, which is enough to make these poor and white people very happy.

But... Yan Song only wants to focus on the general direction. As for the specific affairs of road construction, as well as road construction and land distribution, there will always be people who steal and cheat and enrich their own pockets. These are very troublesome, and Yan Song doesn't want to care about these things.

"We must send the chief envoy here quickly, otherwise I will be too busy. I am an old man, not a petty official... But who is better?"

Yan Song thought about all the high officials in the court, and suddenly his eyes lit up, revealing the cunning of a fox.

"Haha, it's you!"

Immediately wrote two letters, one to the north and one to the south.

at the same time--

Hunan.

ahh~~~

Bao Zheng was walking on the ridge of the field without provoking anyone, when he suddenly sneezed, he lost his focus and fell headlong into the paddy field.

"Master Bao, Master Bao!"

"It's not good, Mr. Bao fell into the field!"

A group of people hurriedly pulled Bao Zheng out of the field mud.

"I'm fine, I'm fine~~" Bao Zheng shouted again and again, but now his head was covered with mud, and his black face had turned into a yellow muddy face.

Everyone held back, not daring to laugh.

Bao Zheng wanted to cry but had no tears: "Someone must want to harm me...it must be that Yan Song, it must be him!"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking that Mr. Bao must have been bullied by Mr. Yan Ge a lot, and now he is a little sensitive.Mr. Bao is such an awesome person. The whole Hunan officialdom has been made docile by him, but he is so afraid of Mr. Yan Ge.

It seems that Yan Ge is a bigger master.

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While Yan Song was waiting for the reply from Bao Zheng and the court, the Confucian government mobilized the power accumulated over hundreds of years to learn from Yan Song and create public opinion.