The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

Although he didn't send Yan Song off personally, he has been paying attention to Yan Song's every move.

"Yan Aiqing, it's up to you to open the sea in Tianjin."

Jiajing murmured.

On the tower of Chaoyangmen, the prince also came to "send off" Yan Song.

However, he gritted his teeth and watched Yan Song off.

Gao Gong, Xu Jie, and Zhang Juzheng on the side could feel the prince's infinite resentment towards Yan Song.

"Prince, don't worry. Yan Song, you won't be proud for two days!" Xu Jie asserted: "As far as I know, although Tianjin is a desolate place, the water is not at all shallower than that of Beijing. The place is impoverished, the people are tough, and the poor mountains and rivers are full of tricks. The people are very difficult to deal with. What's more, the emperor only gave him three months to build this time, which is not enough at all. This time Yan Song is set!"

The prince felt reasonable, and felt a lot more relaxed. He stared fiercely at the backs of Yan Song and Hai Rui, and gritted his teeth:

"Yan Song, I'll impeach you after you screw up the sea errand!"

……

It took Yan Song two days to walk from Beijing to Tianjin.

When he arrived in Tianjin, he ignored the rest and immediately set off for Tanggu, the scheduled opening port on the coast of Tianjin, to observe the terrain and plan the construction plan.

A gust of wind blows.

Yan Song, Hai Rui, and the accompanying officials from all walks of life stood on a high place with stupid faces.

"This, is this Tianjin?" Hai Rui smiled wryly, "There doesn't seem to be anything here?"

At this time, Tianjin Wei is not so much a city as it is an inconspicuous fortress, purely military, without many residents, and not near the sea.

There are only two small fishing villages on Tanggu Beach, which is near the sea in Tianjin. The sea breeze blows and it is desolate.

The Chief Assistant of the Cabinet, Yan Song, the Minister of Kaihai, and Hai Rui, the deputy director of the Tianjin Shipbuilding Department, led a group of officials, standing on the beach, staring wide-eyed.

"Just open the sea here?" Hai Rui was a little depressed: ".〃There is nothing here!"

"There will be in the future." Yan Song also broke out in sweat.He also didn't expect that Tianjin, which would be prosperous and prosperous in the future, would be so desolate at this time.

Even if Tianjin City is still 100 miles inward from Tanggu, it is too desolate, right?

This can't afford the function of the Shibo Department's trade.

Even if the construction of Tianjin New City does not require a large scale, once the sea is opened, businessmen from North Korea, Japan, Ryukyu, and even Mongolian businessmen who are eager to obtain goods from the Ming Dynasty will flock to Tianjin. How much demand is this?Coupled with the needs of Ming merchants, government officials, Tianjin defenders, and their families, a new Tianjin city alone must accommodate at least 20 to 30 people.Together with the more important port and shipyard construction, it is definitely a huge project.

"The Emperor asked the Secretary of Shipping to open the sea. When?" Although he was very reluctant to serve as the deputy director of the Secretary of Shipping, Hai Rui was Hai Rui after all. Once he was arrested, he would be very strong Awareness, immediately enter the role.

"The emperor is very anxious at this time, and he wants to open the sea before this winter. Before the Chinese New Year, he must see at least 100 million taels of tax silver in the treasury." Yan Song smiled wryly.Before, I encouraged the old man and the six ministers, and made the emperor poor. Although Jiajing gave the green light to open the sea, it also greatly increased the emperor's urgency for money.Does this count as digging a hole for yourself, and then take the initiative to jump into it?

"Before this winter?" Hai Rui was stunned: "Doesn't that mean that there is only half a year left?"

Yan Song nodded.

"I can't do this job." Hai Rui stared straight at the empty tidal flat and shouted, "In half a year, a new city and a port will be built on this empty land? How is this possible?" ?”

"Even if we are all iron men, if we don't eat or sleep, we can't finish the first half of the year!"

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Chapter 464 Remnants of the White Lotus Sect [2]

Yan Song has already prepared for the desolation of Tianjin.

"Actually, what the emperor is anxious about is money. Tianjin New City can be slowed down a little bit. Let's build Tianjin Port first, so that foreign merchant fleets can dock smoothly. In this way, the construction period must be greatly advanced. And in winter, the sea is the north The wind is not conducive to merchants coming. To collect the 100 million tax silver requested by the emperor, the time to open the sea must be at least three months in advance."

"Even if it's a port, it can't be built in three months!" Hai Rui said angrily, "I'm building a new city in Beijing, so I know how difficult it is."

The officials behind him also shook their heads, expressing that it was impossible.

Yan Song showed an inscrutable smile.

"Everyone!" Yan Song said indifferently: "Let this elder tell you a truth."

He asked Yan Nian to open a mouthful of the box.

The sea breeze blows, and the box is full, all of which are big gold tickets!

A gold ticket of 500 taels is equivalent to a large silver ticket of 5000 taels!

"It is said that money can make ghosts turn the mill!" Yan Song said lightly: "Of course, there is also a saying that money can make the mill turn ghosts! This pavilion is always ordered by the emperor, with a capital of more than [-] million taels, and the entire Daming business With the full support of the community, nothing is impossible!"

Hai Rui didn't believe it.

673 What Hai Rui believes in is only Confucius and Mencius. He dismisses Yan Song as having money that can make ghosts turn the clock.

"Old Yan Ge, you let us build a new city and a port within three months with this money." Hai Rui teased, "Let us open our eyes and see the power of money."

"I'll let you guys see it in the future!" Yan Song was full of interest, pointing to the desolate Tanggu, and said to Hai Rui: "Tell me, how should we build a new city and port?"

Hai Rui thought for a while and said, "Of course we must mobilize the peasants first. Notify the Tianjin Weisuo and the surrounding Tianjin County in Zhili, and ask the government servants to notify the chief to bring the peasants to the construction. But it's May, and it's the busy farming season. It will not be until after July or August that the farming season will gradually come down. For this amount of work, no matter how you calculate it, 5 people will be conscripted, and it will take him two years to do it."

"With your method, all the day lilies will be cold." Yan Song said bluntly.

Hai Rui was not convinced for a while.He has shown his talents in the construction of Beijing's new city and is known as a capable official.This Yan Song knows how to sycophant, how can he have the right to criticize him?

Hai Rui sneered, "Tell me, what should I do?"

Yan Song smiled: "I'm waiting for a group of people. When these people come, everything will be easy to handle! Three months, the work will be completed!"

Hai Rui had a look of disbelief: "I just don't believe it! With such a large amount of work, even if you invite the Eight Immortals to come down to earth, it will be difficult to complete the project within three months!"