The house was dead silent.
When the surrounding is quiet enough, the intensifying quarrel outside becomes faintly audible.
Cheng Jingchuan has a keen sense of hearing, and Qiu Jing has internal strength.
When he was in a dilemma, listening to the heart-piercing words of the goatee and the tattooed old man, Qiu Jing's eyes darkened, and his drooping right hand clenched into a fist.
Cheng Jingchuan closed his eyes slightly and sighed secretly. He misunderstood Mr. Qiu's "heart of loving a daughter", and ignored the ignorant thoughts of these Jianghu people.
-What are the children of the rivers and lakes, they are all nonsense, and they are clearly the same as their father's.
These Fengxing Pavilion masters, nominally dispatched by Mr. Qiu to protect him, actually perform surveillance duties. Cheng Jingchuan began to regret that he didn't learn martial arts, but a person's energy is always limited, he didn't have that much time, and he had no talent in martial arts. In addition, the physical foundation was worn out by the childhood learning, and even the hard skills of fighting on the battlefield were half abolished. If you really want to fight with Qiujing, you can probably survive the first three tricks by rolling with the lazy donkey quickly...
Cheng Jingchuan was helpless.
He took the initiative to expose the traps of the organs in the house, and retreated to advance. He didn't want to fight Qiu Jing to lose both.
If you want to live, you must first state your position. If you are not sincere, what else can you talk about
"Master Qiu, there are so many fools in the world, and you and I are in it, so what can I do."
Cheng Jingchuan said slowly, "I know that you have put a lot of effort into helping Fengxing Pavilion to establish itself in Jianghu and even the world. What you want to do is not only a Jianghu gang that sells information, but its significance to the major commercial banks in Jiangnan and Jiangbei. Even more important, only by successfully transporting the goods to the places where they are needed, avoiding extortionate and miscellaneous taxes, bypassing the checkpoints of the imperial court and the green forest robbery, and allowing the money and grain to truly flow, is a real wealth."
Qiu Jing looked at him deeply without saying a word.
Cheng Jingchuan continued: "In ancient times, the emphasis on agriculture was suppressed by business, and the words and business were lowly, and the responsibility for suppressing the stick was where it was. Why? If the same item can be sold at a price ten times higher than that of Ningtai in Taijing, how many people are there? Are you willing to farm and live? The people don’t stay on the land, they move around, neither do they govern and govern, nor can they pastor and tame.”
What are the people? In the eyes of dignitaries and dignitaries, they are like pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep. The word "Mushou" is used to refer to local officials, which shows its meaning.
A local official is a herdsman who manages livestock and raises cattle and horses. If you keep it well, you can turn over more things to the court.
Who has ever seen livestock running around
You have to circle a place, you can walk around freely in this circle, and if you want to go out, you will immediately become strict and strict.
Ordinary people don't want to go out, because most of them don't know how to live if they leave the land where they are born.
"Goods are expensive and people are cheap. These are the words of businessmen." Cheng Jingchuan said calmly.
If he dared to take this step, he was naturally prepared.
Meng Guoshi was an unexpected intruder, Cheng Jingchuan was not prepared for him, and it would be different when he switched to Qiujing.
When Cheng Jingchuan learned who Qiu Jing was, he was preparing for today.
Even without the dead end that Qiu Si left them, Cheng Jingchuan clearly knew that if he wanted to get out of Ningtai and start an army in Jiangnan, the biggest obstacle was not King Jing nor King Wu, but Qiujing.
Cheng Jingchuan did not believe in the big Fengxing Pavilion, and in the end no one was loyal to the pavilion master.
Even if Qiu Jing was really alone, he could still come over and cut himself with a sword, unless Cheng Jingchuan brought a dozen martial arts masters with him wherever he went.
Yes, there are people in Fengxing Pavilion, but these people who have turned their back on Qiujing are either for the sake of fame or for the kindness of Mr. Qiu. In short, they have little to do with Cheng Jingchuan. If Cheng Jingchuan can't bring them enough benefits and let them see enough prospects, who will be willing to serve as a bodyguard
How to break the dead end? Naturally, it is to persuade the other party to give up.
Whether Cheng Jingchuan persuaded Qiujing, or Qiujing persuaded Cheng Jingchuan, even if only a preliminary agreement was reached, the problem could be solved easily.
"Writing violates the law with Confucianism, and chivalry violates the ban with martial arts. People in Jianghu walk in all directions, do not use road guidance, do not do production, and do not obey official orders. They are the first and the first to understand these things. Qiu Pavilion Master supports Fengxing Pavilion with one hand, and Don't you see through the tricks of doing business to local firms?"
Qiu Jing said bluntly: "Large firms have their own channels and means of information. What I really want to help are those small firms."
With accurate information and knowing which incense stick to burn at the wharf, the merchants who have worked hard to sell goods can also struggle to survive, so as not to be crushed and crushed.
"There are too many small businesses, and big businesses can't dominate one side, control the price of food, and exploit the people."
Through this painstakingly laid net, Qiujing can know where the drought is, where the flood is, and where the officials are insatiable.
Everyone can do business. If you don’t enter this city, you can go to that city. If officials want to continue to make money, they should know that they are “in moderation”. It is through this method that Qiujing secretly affects countless towns in Jiangnan and Jiangbei. Every company and every caravan can infiltrate Jianghu people, pass news to Fengxing Pavilion, and take care of Fengxing Pavilion's business.
The disadvantage is that the stalls are too big, and the people's hearts are different. The brothers who are sincere today will change their minds tomorrow.
The day has not yet come, and the high-level Fengxing Pavilion has already set off an uproar.
Qiu Jing resolutely decided to give up these elders, those who had worked hard for Fengxing Pavilion today and want to destroy the foundation of Fengxing Pavilion. As long as the bottom rudder continues to exist, as long as the swordsman does not sweep the world, the Fengxing Pavilion for which she has devoted countless efforts will still be there. .
Therefore, she did not approve of Ning Tai's raising an army, so she came to see Cheng Jingchuan with murderous intentions.
But the direction of things gradually deviates from her expectations.
There was an inaudible voice on the roof, Cheng Jingchuan could have noticed it, but he concentrated all his energy on Qiu Jing, and he didn't think about it carefully.
With a circle of guards outside and a circle of Fengxing Pavilion's masters, can this make people go to the roof silently
-can.
Meng Qi unfolded his sleeves, lowered his body skillfully, and sank under the eaves.
Qiujing came back in a hurry, but it was not without a trace. The atmosphere of Fengxing Pavilion in the city changed. At this critical juncture, Meng Qi would not miss it.
King Ning's court is not large, and it is not difficult to find this group of people, but it takes a little more time.
When he came, he happened to hear the second half of Cheng Jingchuan's words.
Meng Qi moved for a while, his eyes dignified.
"Use a business name to revive people's hearts and rescue the people from the land?" Qiu Jing frowned deeply, obviously not thinking about the problem from this angle.
Instinctively told Qiujing, this sentence is correct, in fact, there are already such signs in some places in the south of the Yangtze River, especially in Qiantang County under the rule of King Wu, not every household is farming.
The surplus grain in one place is sold to other places along the canal, and other goods are brought in. There are people in the whole town who only know how to burn porcelain, and there are people in the whole village who only know how to make sauces and survive by the endless caravans. If people in the world can choose to stay at home or leave their hometown at will, when farming or other craftsmanship can survive... Maybe land is really not that important.
"The public fields are all owned by the imperial court. The common people are hired to farm, and the common people are the tenants of the imperial court, and the grain goes directly into the state treasury. Let the eyes of the dignitaries and dignitaries be placed on the commercial banks. When they can get a hundred times the income from the fields, they will Are you still holding on to the field?"
Cheng Jingchuan said, sighing softly, "Of course it will take a long time. For thousands of years, both the poor and the dignitaries have depended on the land... They don't believe in anything but the land."
"Even all the gold and silver obtained from business will be used to buy fields and leave it to future generations." Qiu Jing slightly raised his eyebrows with sarcasm in his eyes.
It's easy to strike a sword, easy to kill, easy to take over the world—
And how hard it is to change people's hearts!
"The Chu Dynasty has done everything, but it failed to become the ignorant heart of the world, and even the monarch himself." Qiu Jing said mercilessly, "Cheng Jingchuan, you are just a nobody, even if you are comparable to Duke Wei and Wu Ke. How dare you say that you can do this when you become the Prince of Jingyuan again?"
When it comes to aspirations, who is still vague? Could it be that there is a good way to govern the country, so that you can raise troops to conquer the world without caring about the life and death of the people
"A single tree can't make a forest, you don't have a congenial, heroic fellow, what kind of people are my father's subordinates, don't you know?" Qiu Jing said clearly and decisively, "Relying on such a group of people , even if you can rule the world, how will you satisfy their selfish desires? People's selfish desires are endless. At first they just wanted to live, then they wanted to be promoted and rich, and when they were holding a tooth wat and wearing a purple-gold crown, they had to do it again. Children and grandchildren are calculating, three generations will be left behind, how can they support more and more children and grandchildren without private land? Who can guarantee that their descendants will not be unworthy?"
Land is the easiest and least troublesome thing, because it does not require the successor to be diligent, and does not require the successor to be both talented and virtuous. It is most suitable for the unworthy and the lazy and useless.
Qiu Jing pressed him word by word: "You don't care that these people are good or bad, you only ask if they are useful, are you going to directly imitate the so-called hero of Chu Yuandi slaughtering the so-called hero? Because they are so greedy, and they also hinder your big plans, so you kill them. They have no guilt. If there are such good ministers, it will make it difficult for you to start?"
Cheng Jingchuan's expression moved slightly, but he avoided answering: "I only believe in the greatness of the world, and I am not the only one who can see the gates of the fields. The pavilion owner can block the throats of corrupt officials today and let them know how to make money. With respect, money can have a long history, and in the future, he can teach those people to understand that only occupying land will lead to poverty. Take up a hundred acres of fertile land and pass it on to your descendants, and let them pay taxes on the grain that goes bankrupt.”
"You're a tyranny! Those landlords will only raise troops and leave you dead without a place to be buried!" Qiu Jing shouted angrily.
Meng Qi was condescending and thought expressionlessly.
Cheng Jingchuan's ideas are not unacceptable.
The bondage of the field is right, and it is also right to break this vicious cycle.
However, it is not bad to see, and the practice is outrageous.
I still don’t have enough experience. I don’t know that these high-ranking officials, dignitaries, and local tyrants who have been raised by the land for thousands of years can really stop and kill gods and Buddhas in order to maintain their original lives. What is loyalty, what is emperor, and what is the army? What are soldiers and horses? They will do everything in their power to follow yang and yin, and do bad things everywhere, and they will continue to be maggots.
How can you underestimate maggots! How many good strategies of the Chu Dynasty ended without a hitch, and how many people who could have lived a better life had to continue the career of their ancestors.
Meng Qi felt a little pity in his heart, Cheng Jingchuan lacked too many things, and it was a lunatic like Qiu Si who gave him the opportunity to be promoted and appreciated, so he became more and more extreme. Well, it's just bad luck—
The national teacher thought about it, and his thoughts were far away, and the dispute in the room continued.
"The Autumn Pavilion Master is right. I am short of people and few strategies. I am thirsty for talents. I may not be able to dominate the world, let alone display my ambitions. There is nothing wrong with the idea that the Autumn Pavilion Master does not want Jiangnan to start swordsmanship, it's just... "
Facing the oppression of martial arts masters and the immobility of eyebrows, Cheng Jingchuan also asked: "The three regions in the south of the Yangtze River seem prosperous, but in fact they are not as prosperous as the Qi Dynasty in the north. There are tax collectors who are about to die, not to mention the common people? Talents are not able to turn the tide, chaos has arisen, there will be rebellions even if there is no war,