Yingtianfu ushered in the first snow in 1414!

When Zhu Zhanji woke up early in the morning, he saw that the entire Prince's Mansion had turned white, and he was not in a good mood.

With the "swish" sound, it was like the cold wind had the effect of breaking armor.

Arriving at Qianqing Palace, he had just finished clocking in, and some courtiers began to enter the house in twos and threes.

It can be seen that these people have been severely frozen. Basically, those who are eligible to enter the Qianqing Palace are under forty.

When you reach forty, you are basically middle-aged and old, and all kinds of physical problems begin to appear.

Especially in the winter, Zhu Zhanji looked at a few elderly people in the crowd and was worried that these people would accidentally faint in the Qianqing Palace.

After some people had seen the ceremony and completed the process, Zhu Zhanji quickly asked someone to bring some hot tea and hot water.

He was afraid that if something unexpected happened, if word got out, it might turn out that he was abusing an old minister.

"Your Highness Taisun, this is the message handed over by Hebei a few days ago. It said that it was hit by a snowstorm and begged the imperial court to allocate 30,000 taels of silver for disaster relief!"

"This belongs to Chang'an in Guanzhong. Chang'an has just been hit by a drought, and there will be another snowstorm this winter. I pray that the imperial court will dispatch 100,000 dan of food!"

"Your Highness Taisun, this is from Henan..."

Zhu Zhanji's buttocks were not yet warm from sitting, so Yang Shiqi took three folds and handed them to Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji frowned and looked carefully at the folded book handed to him.

These discounts are basically related to snow disasters.

Although auspicious snow heralds a good year, winter is often the most difficult time every year.

Most places in the south are better. The wind is cold, but the real damage is the effect of scraping.

But once we get to the north, a heavy snow falls. Not to mention some houses that are crushed by the heavy snow, there are quite a few people who freeze to death and starve to death.

After all, even in future generations, many people will freeze to death every winter.

Not to mention this era.

This era is not the future. In winter, there were quilts and cotton clothes to keep out the cold.

Many families only have one pair of pants and one pair of straw sandals.

In addition, houses with civil structures are not as strong as bricks and stones, and some poor people even built straw sheds.

Not to mention air leakage, let alone solidity.

It's going to snow heavily, and it's going to be a ghost if nothing else happens!

Zhu Zhanji doesn’t have any good solutions to these things.

After all, the people of Ming Dynasty are indeed poor now.

Even if he wanted to change the current situation of these people, he couldn't do it in a short while.

You can only give money to those who deserve it, and give food to those who deserve it. Everything should be handled according to the previous rules.

Reduce casualties as much as possible.

The only good thing is that the Ministry of Revenue has been very generous recently, and there is no shortage of money for disaster relief.

After finishing all these things, it was almost noon.

Zhu Zhanji finished his lunch with the eunuchs and maids waiting on him.

I got the news from Shen Wendu and wanted to invite him to the Huainan Guild Hall to watch the new salt auction.

This kind of thing naturally does not require Zhu Zhanji to personally come forward.

He just went there to see how wealthy the merchants of the Ming Dynasty were!

After all, sometimes if you want to cut leeks, you have to understand how the leeks grow, right?

If you cut it too early, the leeks will become thin; if you cut it too late, the roots of the leeks will become too deep.

If you want to cut just right, you need to first understand the growth conditions of these leeks.

And now this auction is undoubtedly a good opportunity.

Zhu Zhanji will naturally not miss it.

When he arrived at the Huainan Guild Hall, Zhang Mao and Shen Wendu were already waiting here.

Zhu Zhanji came out this time without anyone, he was dressed like a rich man, and he was only accompanied by Xiao Si, who was his underling.

After arriving at the Huainan Guild Hall, Zhang Mao and Shen Wendu, who had already received the news, immediately took Zhu Zhanji into a private room on the top floor of the Huainan Guild Hall.

"The last general Zhang Mao meets the grandson!"

"Senior Shen Wendu meets the great grandson!"

After entering the private room, the two of them saluted, and then Zhu Zhanji looked at Shen Wendu and asked, "Is everything ready?"

Hearing this, Shen Wendu showed a confident smile on his face and said: "Your Highness, don't worry, things have been arranged properly, and according to the news from the people arranged by my subordinates among these wealthy businessmen, many of them are determined to win this time.

Thoughts!"

"Um!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded, feeling quite reassured by Shen Wendu's words.

After all, this guy does not belong to the bureaucracy, but is an out-and-out businessman.

I don’t even have the guts to give him the bureaucratic twists and turns.

"When you're ready, go down and make arrangements to start. When it's over, show me all the quotes from those people!"

"yes!"

When Shen Wendu heard this, he immediately responded respectfully and then retreated.

After Shen Wendu left, Zhu Zhanji looked at Zhang Mao and said, "Is there any news from my third uncle?"

Zhang Mao heard Zhu Zhanji ask him and said quickly: "When I go back to my grandson, according to your instructions, I did not use the old people from Jinyiwei this time. Instead, I specially arranged some new faces to investigate, and indeed I found out some

thing."

Zhu Zhanji originally just asked casually, but he didn't expect Zhang Mao to actually investigate and find something. He looked over curiously and said with a smile: "Tell me about it!"

Zhang Maogong raised his hand and said: "Great Sun, a few new brothers found out a few days ago that about seven or eight days ago, a group of refugees were suddenly found in His Highness King Zhao's team from nowhere. These refugees

After entering King Zhao's team, King Zhao treated them to a feast, and afterwards he even had people escort these refugees out of the camp in person."

"The brothers then continued to investigate along this line, and found that after leaving the camp, the group headed south. Along the way, they were very skillful in avoiding the hidden stakes set up by the Jinyiwei along the way."

"Based on time, this group of people should have arrived in Yingtian five days ago, but then they seemed to disappear. The last time they appeared was in the south of the city. Presumably these people are still near the south of the city now.

!”

"It's just that most of the people living near the south of the city are dignitaries, so it's difficult to search. However, the general has placed many new brothers in the south of the city for surveillance. I believe that as soon as King Zhao appears, there will be news soon.

Pass it over."

Zhu Zhanji nodded when he heard this. To be honest, he admired his third uncle.

After hearing Zhang Mao's words, he almost guessed that his third uncle was most likely pretending to be a refugee and then got into Yingtian.

A dignified and upright prince could actually condescend to play the role of a refugee. If his third uncle had no brains, he was being wronged.

It's just that this brain doesn't seem to like to use it in the right direction.

He always suppresses bad things, likes to catch other people's little tails, and his style also seems stingy.

Zhu Zhanji actually didn't pay much attention to this third uncle.

In his opinion, with his current situation, the things that this third uncle can do are extremely limited.

The only thing that bothered him a little was that the recent new salt was related to his next series of actions.

I was worried that this third uncle would take advantage of me and cause him some damage.

So after seeing that Zhang Mao was almost about to find out the third uncle, Zhu Zhanji stopped asking any more questions and said calmly: "Just keep paying attention and don't let my third uncle come out and cause damage to me.

You can take care of the rest on your own!"

"yes!"

Zhang Mao nodded when he heard this.

While the two were talking, the auction downstairs also started.

The salt and iron business of the Ming Dynasty has always been strictly controlled.

After all, the salt and iron business was an important military material and related to most of the Ming Dynasty's tax revenue.

Whether it is Zhu Yuanzhang or Zhu Di, most of the funds for the wars of the old Zhu family are supported by salt taxes.

In the past, the sale of salt required a salt certificate issued by the court to gain opportunities.

Those who don’t have salt are illicit salt. Those who sell illicit salt are better off not being found.

Once he is found out, not only will he be beheaded, but his family property will be confiscated, and even his wife and daughter will not end up with a good end.

But even so, the profits from private salt still motivate a large number of people to sacrifice their lives for it.
To be continued...