Before leaving, Muchun said he would be back in two years. Two years later, another two years passed, and another two years passed. Six years passed, and it was not until the 25th year of Hongwu that the one million immigrants were finally settled.
It’s not that Muchun is incompetent, but the actual situation in Yunnan is too complicated.
At first, Mu Chuntian really thought that immigration was like planting trees. Just bring the tree (people) over, dig a hole (build a house), put people in (settle down), and water them (provide food and farm tools), and the tree will survive.
But reality slapped him in the face. It wasn't that simple.
First of all, the people in the Central Plains have the inherent local mentality, and they have the regional prejudice that Yunnan is a place of smoke and miasma, full of big snakes as big as buckets, man-eating tigers, etc. When the imperial edict of immigration was issued, there were very few people who responded. They would rather be tenant farmers and be exploited by landlords than be willing to
To open up a new world.
Mu Chun used both soft and hard tactics. On the one hand, he took out the imperial book and household registration book, and forced all the people on the list to immigrate regardless of their wealth. On the other hand, he gave the immigrants more subsidies, such as food, seeds, and three years of tax exemption on land.
In addition, he also bribed a group of storytellers and amateur troupes to compile new books and plays, and went to the countryside to promote Yunnan as a paradise-like place with fertile land, mighty and majestic horse-catching men, and beautiful foreign girls like fairies.
In short, Yunnan is a new home with "four haves": land, money, men and women.
After the problem of people was solved, Muchun was faced with a huge housing project. The natives of Yunnan also had prejudice and hostility towards foreign immigrants, harassing, robbing, and even killing immigrants, which frightened the new immigrants and caused them to defect.
First of all, we must give immigrants a sense of security, otherwise they will all run away.
Muchun abandoned the lifestyle of the people in the Central Plains who lived scattered along the fields, and built sturdy stone fortresses to concentrate the immigrants' residence according to their place of origin.
Each residential area is like a small city, with a water source, a sewage system, and guard posts. There are also holes in the walls of every household for convenient archery.
After the stone cities were built, the immigrants were finally able to settle down. The next step was to reclaim the land, but then a problem arose: Yunnan was still in the most primitive stage of agriculture where people relied on the weather for their livelihood. There were no dams, no canals, and no measures to deal with natural disasters. They had to rely entirely on God for their livelihood.
Muchun urgently asked for people from the Ministry of Works to draw various hydrological maps, select locations to build dams and dikes, and immigrate a group of craftsmen and miners to open mountains and mine, smelt steel on site, and make farm tools and weapons.
At the beginning, the local natives often disturbed the dikes and drove away the immigrants. But later, natural disasters, heavy rains and droughts occurred one after another. The dikes worked and saved the harvest. When farm tools such as water mills and water wheels were introduced, when the prices of iron pots, copper utensils and salt dropped to one tenth of the original prices, and when plants such as cotton, mulberry and hemp and textile technology were introduced here, people were no longer naked, and the natives began to change their attitude towards immigrants.
It is common interests that make people choose to lay down their arms and maintain peace.
Four years later, Yunnan began to collect taxes and return them to the national treasury. Mu Chun consciously completed his task and wrote to Emperor Hongwu, saying that he would come back to report on his work (see Sister Shanwei).
The Hongwu Emperor saw for the first time that the money could be returned, and where the immigrants thrived and multiplied, rebellions and wars also decreased dramatically. Having tasted the benefits of immigration, he waved his hand and arranged another 1.5 million people, asking Mu Chun to follow suit and arrange immigration to Yunnan.
Muchun: I have something to say but I don’t know whether I should say it or not…
Muchun dared not speak out his anger, and roared at the moon like a sheepdog. The next day, he did what he had to do. He opened his mouth and asked Emperor Hongwu to specify that among the 1.5 million new immigrants, 300,000 must be skilled and investment immigrants:
There are technical civilian households (Confucianists, doctors, and fortune tellers), military households (captains, strongmen, archers, and military craftsmen), artisan households (cooks, tailors, and horse boats), stove households (salt households), merchants, Confucian households, post stations, and so on.
Muchun wanted to establish a school where both local natives and immigrants could learn to read and write, thus promoting the cause of education.
If you want a horse to run fast, you need to feed it some grass. Emperor Hongwu agreed and met his request. He conferred the title of Duke of Qian on Mu Ying and the title of the Duke of Qian on Mu Chun, raising their titles by one level.
One million and a half immigrants continued to come to Yunnan, and Muchun began to build water conservancy projects, construct stone cities, pave roads and bridges, open mountains and mines, promote agriculture and sericulture, and other matters.
Just like that, six years passed quickly, and 2.5 million immigrants barely managed to gain a foothold in their new home, with their numbers almost equaling those of the local natives!
Judging from the fertility rate and survival rate, immigrants have an overwhelming advantage. Combined with intermarriage and integration, it can be said that a hundred years later, immigrants will become the majority of Yunnan's population.
Mu Chun became famous and prestigious among the new immigrants. Even without the support of his father-in-law and father, he still secured his position as the eldest son of the Duke of Qian, a future he earned through his ability and sweat.
During these six years, his subordinate Chen Xuan was appreciated by Emperor Hongwu for his outstanding performance in water conservancy and was transferred back to the capital to be in charge of Nanjing's river defense division. He became the commander of Longjiang Guard and a first-rank military officer.
Chen Xuan went through various stages of transformation from an official's son, to a prisoner, to a bandit leader, to the Northern Expedition Army, to the Imperial Guard, to the Southern Expedition Army, and finally to the commander of the Nanjing Navy. He had a promising future.
Mu Chun held a banquet to see his men off, "If you become rich and powerful, don't forget me."
Chen Xuan said: "I will never forget the kindness of the prince."
Chen Xuan went to Nanjing to take up his post, and Mu Chun was envious. However, even though he was envious, if he couldn't do a good job in immigration, he would not be able to go back to see his sister Shanwei.
Shouldering the responsibility of the safety and livelihood of 2.5 million immigrants, Mu Chun did not dare to slack off for a single day and was so busy that he forgot to breathe. Six years passed in the blink of an eye, and the immigration efforts began to show results. One day, Mu Chun stayed up all night to deal with the mountain of documents on his desk. He finished them one by one like moving bricks. It was already past midnight when Qianhu brought him a midnight snack, which was a bowl of noodles with two poached eggs on top.
Mu Chun sighed, "I'm exhausted, can you give me some meat?"
Shi Qianhu said: "After midnight it will be the prince's birthday. Of course he should eat a bowl of longevity noodles for his birthday, for good luck."
"It's my birthday today?" Mu Chun was surprised that he didn't get to eat the noodles. "Why is it my birthday again?"
Shi Qianhu looked at the prince who seemed mentally retarded due to frequent late nights and overwork, "Because another year has passed. Year after year, one bowl of noodles after another. Look at this bowl of noodles. It is long and wide, with two eggs on it. It is big and round, dotted with a few chopped green onions. It is emerald and green, and it is very appetizing at first glance."
"Stop!" Mu Chun woke up from a dream and counted his age on his fingers. "I was twenty-three when I first came to Yunnan, twenty-four... No way, I'm already twenty-nine?"
Shi Qianhu said: "That's not true. Your sons are all doing housework now. Time flies. You will be thirty next year."
Shi Qianhu deliberately emphasized the tone of the number "thirty".
I have to find a way to get back to the capital. A sense of crisis arose. Mu Chun ate a bowl of longevity noodles, but he couldn't taste the noodles at all.
At the same time, in Beijing, the Forbidden City.
Hu Shanwei was awakened by a hurried voice, "Hu Siyan? Wake up! Something big has happened!"
Hu Shanwei sat up without even opening his eyes, "Why are you so panicked?"
Haitang handed over a hot towel, "There's urgent news from Yanzhou, Shandong. Prince Lu... has passed away."
Before the hot towel was even on his face, Hu Shanwei sobered up immediately and asked incredulously, "Who?"
Haitang: "The tenth prince, Prince Lu Zhu Tan, is the son of Concubine Guo."
Hu Shanwei twisted her arm hard, it hurt so much, it was not a dream. She got up quickly, washed her face and mouth, and changed into plain clothes, while Haitang explained the whole story.
It turned out that after the Prince of Lu was enfeoffed, he spent all day answering poems with literati and became an idle prince. He had limited talent, and the ghostwriters of his advisors looked down on him. He always felt that he was far from being able to do what Shen taught him. In order to find inspiration for his creation, his old illness relapsed, and he turned to elixir.
Before he was enfeoffed, Concubine Guo had repeatedly reminded Princess Tang of Prince Lu about Prince Lu's old habit of taking pills. The imperial physician had said that this drug was addictive, and that one could quit physically, but it was difficult to really get rid of it mentally, because it was difficult for the real world to give people that feeling of being in ecstasy and omnipotent. Once one has tasted this, and one's will is a little slack, the devil will take advantage of the situation and one will seek excitement again.
Concubine Guo asked the wife of Prince Lu to be careful about what Prince Lu ate, and also gave her a book called "Instructions of Virtuous Concubines of Zhao and Song". If Prince Lu refused to listen, this book would be like Concubine Guo herself, and would be used to teach Prince Lu a lesson.
Tang knew how powerful she was, so she performed her duties as the Princess of Lu and supervised the Prince of Lu. The Princess of Lu was the eldest daughter of Tang He, Duke of Xin, and had a strong family background. In addition, Concubine Guo supported Tang unconditionally, so the Prince of Lu did not dare to show off in front of his wife. The naughty boy could not get the pills, so he simply got a few cauldrons and made the pills himself according to the recipe.
In fact, the store's formula is relatively mature. Although it is toxic, it is a chronic poison that needs accumulation over time, and it may take ten or even more than ten years to form a lethal poison. Otherwise, those famous literati in the Wei and Jin Dynasties would not have lived to be in their forties or fifties, and they would have died young.
King Lu started to make elixirs from scratch, and he didn't dare to ask for help from knowledgeable people. He figured out the formula and estimated the temperature by himself. His hard work paid off. Sometimes he could make a few pots of elixir successfully, which he produced, sold and ate for himself. Sometimes he failed, and felt that the color and taste were not right, so he threw it away and made the elixir again. Anyway, he had plenty of money to buy cinnabar, astragalus and other formulas, and lied that they were used as pigments for painting.
Because no major problems had occurred, Princess Lu did not realize that her husband had two faces: in the palace he was the prince, and in the basement he was the Breaking Bad doctor.
Three days ago, Prince Lu refined a pot of pills, which were bright red and had a pleasant fragrance. Prince Lu had not refined pills of this quality for a long time, and he was very hungry, so he swallowed five pills in one breath.
He was very happy at first and acted like a god for the whole afternoon. But at night, Prince Lu had a splitting headache, his eyes were red, and he cried out in pain. Only then did Princess Lu realize that something was wrong with her husband and hurriedly called a doctor.
At first, King Lu refused to admit it. Later, when the pain in his eyes became unbearable and his eye sockets began to bleed, he told the doctor that he had taken five pills.
Princess Lu quickly ordered people to break down the door of the basement and take out the remaining five pills to show to the doctor to determine their toxicity.
But it was too late. The blood vessels in Prince Lu's eyes burst that night, blood gushed out, and he went blind. He died before dawn.
Instead of being a "poison master", Prince Lu became "dead" and died suddenly in the prime of his early twenties.
Princess Tang of Prince Lu was indeed a noble lady, born into a military family. In the critical moment, she was strong and smart. She knew that Prince Lu's death was ignominious and a royal scandal, so she immediately ordered her confidants and doctors to conceal the news of Prince Lu's death and everything was back to normal. The doctor prescribed medicine and treated it as an ordinary illness.
At the same time, Princess Lu sent her confidant to the capital overnight to report the news and ask the Emperor and Concubine Guo how to deal with the funeral of Prince Lu.
Once the palace gate was locked at night, the keys would be collected by the key-holding lady-in-charge and the gate would not be opened until dawn, when the lady-in-charge of the key from the Shanggong Bureau received the keys.
This news was passed in by stuffing a note through the crack in the palace door.
Hu Shanwei dressed and went out, walking to Zhongcui Palace to report the news. It was early spring, and the weather was still cold, with light snow falling. The snow under his feet had already submerged his insteps.
Hu Shanwei held the hand warmer tightly and said, "Please ask Liu Siyao to come to Zhongcui Palace immediately. Concubine Guo has an old heart disease and cannot stand extreme joy or sorrow. Ask her to prepare ready-made pills."
Ahead, a palace maid held up four pairs of goat-horn lanterns to illuminate the way. Hu Shanwei took one step at a time, but his heart was in turmoil: How should I put it in? How can I say it? The old man is sending the young man off.
Prince Lu was indeed courting his own death. With such a good background, such a good princess and in-laws, and such a peaceful and prosperous fiefdom, he could have enjoyed a life of wealth and glory without having to do anything, but he chose to make elixirs.
It all started with Concubine Da Ding's revenge, where she used elixirs to seduce Prince Lu.
Destiny is a very magical thing. In those days, Guo Ying, the second uncle of the Prince of Lu, shot an arrow into the eye of the Prince of Han, Chen Youliang, at Caoxie Mountain, and pierced his skull and died. Chen Youliang's concubine Da was forcibly abducted into the harem by Emperor Hongwu's desire for conquest and became Consort Da Ding.
More than 30 years later, the King of Lu swallowed an elixir that blinded him and he died that night. Death always begins with the eyes.
In the dark, cause and effect cycle, retribution is inevitable...
While thinking, Hu Shanwei walked to the gate of Zhongcui Palace. She put her hand on the door knocker, but she had not yet thought of how to comfort Concubine Guo.
Seeing that she was hesitant, Haitang said, "Why don't I tell Concubine Guo?"
Hu Shanwei shook his head. "No parent would accept such bad news. If you get angry, you might lose your heads. I'll make the first move and you all should back off."
After saying this, Hu Shanwei rang the door knocker heavily. The palace guard on night duty heard the noise and opened the door to take a look, "Hu Siyan? Why are you here in the middle of the night?"
Hu Shanwei took a deep breath and said, "I want to see the Imperial Concubine."
The author has something to say: Lan Zhou’s desire to survive: I don’t produce lunch boxes, I’m just a lunch box porter.
There is a round of Werewolf killing in this article almost every 100,000 words. Now it is exactly 500,000 words. Let’s start the fifth round of Werewolf killing in this article. Please close your eyes before it gets dark. Who killed King Lu
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