Chapter 1037: Red Hearts and Green Blood, Shining Forever with the Sun and Moon; The Spirit of Loyalty and Martyrdom, Piercing Through

As the Chief Physician of the Jiekuyuan, Pang Xian could be considered the person who understood the human body best in this world, but he still felt that humans were a very magical animal. When you feel that you can do it, you can really improve.

Pang Xian once treated a wounded soldier from the battlefield, an elite soldier from the Beijing Camp. During the Eastern Expedition, he injured his head. A huge stone hit his helmet. After battlefield treatment, he still had very serious sequelae, and his hands would shake uncontrollably.

That kind of shaking was much, much faster than Liu Ting's, faster than a residual image, and even uncontrollable. From a medical point of view, recovery was basically impossible, and the more force used, the more it would shake.

But this wounded soldier actually had some improvement. After this wounded soldier insisted on knocking on a wooden fish, and after knocking three wooden fish made of elm lumps to pieces, he could control the shaking of his arm, and the lost muscles slowly returned. Under deliberate control, he could stack six small wooden plaques.

The stability was extremely strong.

With the same small wooden blocks, his good hand could only stack four before it couldn't be stacked anymore, but that injured hand that shook at high frequency could stack up to six under deliberate control.

Before entering the palace, Pang Xian thought that Liu Ting had injured his head while charging on the battlefield, which led to the tremor, but after diagnosis and treatment, he found that the problem was really not serious. Especially with the premise of his powerful arm muscle strength, this idiopathic tremor would not cause any impact on his life or combat.

Teaching those few movements—tilting the head, constantly moving fingers, picking up beans, etc. —was of little use. It was just a trick, tricking oneself into thinking one could, and then one really could.

Zhu Yijun heard the diagnosis of the great physicians and felt relieved.

After sending off Liu Ting and Liang Menglong, Zhu Yijun looked at Liu Ting's burly figure, his eyes filled with a kind of doubt. After the two left the Imperial Study, Zhu Yijun looked at Li Yougong and asked, "Li Daban, you have been in the army for many years, can you help me solve a doubt?"

"Why do generals send their sons to the battlefield, and they seem to perform quite well?"

Li Chengliang was the Marquis of Ningyuan. His son Li Rusong, no matter how big his temper was, was incomparably brave on the battlefield. It wasn't that Zhu Yijun specifically sent people to pull him, he dared to wear armor and hold a sharp weapon in every battle, charging to the front;

Li Rumei was the second successful child of Li Chengliang. He served as an Assistant Regional Commander in Liaodong and cooperated very well with Wang Rulong;

Ma Fang was the Earl of Yangcheng. His eldest son Ma Dong was indeed a bit incompetent and liked to dance with literature and ink, but his second son, Ma Lin, forcibly turned the family's earldom into a marquisate. He won nine victories in the Eastern Expedition, and Ma Lin played the whole game, personally opening several turtle shells of mountain cities of the Japanese pirates.

And Ma Lin's two sons and three nephews all passed the assessment of the Lecture Hall and were now serving as minor officers in the Beijing Camp.

Jiang'an Marquis Liu Xian, his son Liu Ting, was a fierce general among fierce generals, dominating one side, and could be said to be invincible. In the complex tropical rainforest battlefield of the Southwest, he made the local barbarians cry for their fathers and mothers.

The third son of the Marquis of Sishui and the State Surname Yin Zhengmao, Yin Zongxin, was also a fierce man. When he fought, he didn't take his own life seriously at all. He was clearly an old cultural nobleman of the Qilin Yin clan, but he forcibly turned into a martial artist, and this martial artist did quite well.

Besides these, there was also Yu Zigao, the son of Yu Dayou, the Earl of Zhangping, who also served in the navy and had also toured the Japanese pirates with armed forces many times, although he did not have many military achievements, he was completely worthy of his father Yu Dayou's name.

This batch of Great Ming military nobles could be said to have "no dogs among the sons of tigers." This was not a coincidental phenomenon; it was very strange. Logically speaking, military talent should not rely on blood inheritance.

Li Yougong looked at the Emperor's burly figure. In fact, the answer to the Emperor's doubt was on the Emperor himself.

"Your Majesty, sweat will not lie." Li Yougong carefully deliberated and said, "The Great Ming army is trained in an orderly manner, with excellent military equipment, obeying commands and listening to orders. As long as these descendants of military nobles do not act arbitrarily on the front line, go deep alone, be greedy for merit and advance rashly, or fear death, they can all gain recognition."

This kind of performance was actually normal. The current Great Ming expeditions relied more on organizational degree, military equipment, and training degree to crush, rather than relying on the general's personal bravery and strategy. Therefore, these military nobles went to the battlefield, as long as they didn't make the above mistakes, they could dominate one side.

When the strength gap was large enough, crushing on the battlefield existed.

For example, Xiong Tingbi in the Iwami Bai Yin Mine and the Kanto Plain, usually dozens of Han soldiers could chase hundreds or thousands of Japanese pirates, because the morale of the Japanese pirates had been completely shattered. As long as Xiong Tingbi didn't mess around, he almost had no possibility of losing.

The Great Ming army had a habit, which was to raise the tent. Raising the tent to discuss matters meant that the great general and the assistant regional commander sat in front of the great tent and discussed together how to attack and how to defend in this battle.

Three minor generals were equal to one Zhuge Liang. One person's plan was short, and everyone's plan was long. As long as the habit of raising the tent to discuss matters was maintained, and as long as the military equipment was not excessively ahead of the Great Ming, the Great Ming basically had no possibility of losing.

Even if they lost, it was a defeat without collapse, so the loss was within the acceptable range.

Li Yougong often went out to handle affairs as a supervising eunuch. The Emperor didn't know that, in fact, casualties on the battlefield were caused by collapse most of the time. If collapse did not occur and a certain organizational degree was maintained, it was a defeat without collapse, and the loss was within the acceptable range.

"In the final analysis, it is still the Wanli Reform that gave these descendants of military nobles the opportunity, confidence, and strength to repay the holy grace." Li Yougong summarized.

The most important thing was the improvement of strength. To put it bluntly, the Great Ming army was fighting now. As long as the generals didn't make stupid mistakes and fought steadily, they were already invincible.

The answer was on the Emperor himself. The Great Ming had been strengthening its military for twenty years. Half of the Emperor's busyness was spent on this. A person without much talent could shoot ten arrows with tiger strength, and this kind of perseverance, Li Yougong really, really wanted to say, was not human.

Before the military strengthening, among the 100,000 soldiers in the Beijing Camp and the Beijing suburbs, only 27 could open a tiger-strength bow and hit the target with three arrows. A 120-jin bow was really too heavy.

Li Yougong wanted to speak but stopped, and finally didn't say it.

"If you have something to say, just say it. You dared to say anything before. Now that you are serving in front of the Emperor, what is the meaning of swallowing your words?" Zhu Yijun looked at Li Yougong's appearance and scolded with a smile.

"Your Majesty, Qi Shuai once talked about a noblewoman with magical powers who wrote letters to the front line. I also know about this." Li Yougong said with a complex face, "After I returned from the Eastern Expedition, I specifically understood the situation."

"The wife of the hereditary Commandery Commander of the Miyun Guard, this old woman is over seventy this year. Her husband and four sons previously served under Ma Fang and all died in the border wilderness, dying on the battlefield in the Datong Left and Right Guards, a family of loyalty and martyrdom."

"The minor officer that the old woman wrote to the front line hoping Ma Lin would take care of was not the old woman's own son, but the orphan of her husband's comrade-in-arms, who was adopted under their family name, so as not to let the incense break."

Li Yougong hoped that the Emperor could understand the licking-calf affection of this noblewoman with magical powers. A family of loyalty and martyrdom, the orphan of a comrade-in-arms adopted under her own name, went to the battlefield again, and the daughter-in-law kept crying, and the two children also cried, so she had to write such a letter.

"Hmm?" Zhu Yijun looked at Li Yougong in surprise. This was really the first time he understood the hidden story behind it.

After fully understanding, Zhu Yijun understood why Qi Jiguang, who was known for his strictness in governing the army, did not pursue any accountability for this matter. It was human nature, and it should be taken care of.

Before understanding the whole picture of the matter, one must not make a subconscious judgment, otherwise it would definitely be inaccurate.

Zhu Yijun pondered for a while, and decided to do something he was good at. He began to grind and continue to process memorials. This was what he should do. He was indeed not very good at military affairs. He had accumulated more than twenty years of experience, and he was indeed very good at governing.

The Prefect of Hangzhou reported that four new statues of guilty officials had been cast and placed in front of the tomb of Yue Fei, the Yue E King. The four kneeling statues of guilty officials before had been there for a long time, and the original appearance could no longer be seen. They were exactly the same as the past, and had already been cast, and were directly replaced.

The Great Ming's Martial Saint was Yue Fei, so replacing kneeling statues was something that would definitely be reported to the imperial court.

Zhu Yijun gave a vermilion comment to this memorial. He actually found a very strange thing, which was that the Han people were not as magnanimous as they appeared on the surface, and "an eye for an eye" had already been carved into their bone marrow.

How many years had passed since Qin Gui? When he was alive, he was scolded by the people of Lin'an as "Qin Xiangong" (Minister Qin) being a spy, and some people even posted this sentence everywhere in Lin'an City. Qin Gui died, "Few people are named Gui after the Song Dynasty, I am ashamed of the surname Qin when I arrive at the grave," and Qin Gui had also been kneeling in front of Yue Prince's grave.

Even the fried dough stick was called "fried ghost," and what was fried was Qin Gui. Whenever an adult bought a fried dough stick for a child, they would tell the child about the treacherous official Qin Gui.

A traitor from one's own family had been scolded back and forth for hundreds of years, and still not satisfied. When the kneeling statue was broken, another one had to be cast.

That was how vengeful they were.

In fact, this completely explained why the scholar-officials of the Great Ming Dynasty turned a blind eye, turned a deaf ear, and didn't even mention the killing sins committed by the Great Ming Emperor in the Japanese pirates' country. Because the scholar-officials were full of benevolence, righteousness, and morality, but deep in their hearts, they were also vengeful, and the theory of "great revenge for a hundred generations."

From the Qin Gui incident, it could be seen that this was really vengeful, not fake.

The next morning, Zhu Yijun specifically got up early, summoned the civil and military officials, and walked toward the Jinshan Mausoleum. This was a ceremony that had been determined long ago.

Every time a big battle was fought and the generals and soldiers returned in triumph, they would sacrifice to the martyrs of the Martyr Shrine in the Jinshan Mausoleum. The Great Ming Emperor, Empress, Crown Prince, and all civil and military officials in the capital would wait at the Deshengmen Gate and walk to the Jinshan Mausoleum to pay homage.

The major affairs of the country were in military and sacrifice. After winning a battle, comforting the martyrs was the meaning of what should be done.

The wind was a bit strong today, and Zhu Yijun specifically asked Li Yougong to take warm ear covers from the inner treasury. Each official of the fourth rank and above was issued one, but officials below the fourth rank had to prepare their own warm ear covers. It wasn't that the inner treasury didn't have them, but this was the rule. Officials below the fourth rank didn't even have seats at the Great Banquet.

Warm ear covers were really not worth much money, but whether they had them or not was a representation of the degree of importance.

Zhu Yijun didn't take a car, but walked step by step into the Jinshan Martyr Shrine. The entire Jinshan was the burial ground of Great Ming martyrs. At the foot of the mountain, there were several palaces. The officials of the Ministry of Rites looked at each other, turning a blind eye to the Martyr Shrine that violated the rites.

The entire Martyr Shrine was built according to the specifications of the Imperial Mausoleum. From the perspective of rites, there was a suspicion of usurpation, but no one dared to say loudly that this should not be.

The Martyr Shrine used a total of 1.8 million silver, which was about equal to three imperial mausoleums of the former emperors.

In front of the main gate of the mausoleum were three white marble stone bridges. Zhu Yijun took Empress Wang, walked across the white marble stone bridges, and arrived at the stele forest. Every time the Great Ming fought a battle, it would engrave a stone to record it and place it in this stele forest. There was no distinction between high and low. Each stone tablet had a stele pavilion, covered with yellow tiles.

The stele forest stood on a huge square. On both sides of the square were long corridors, and the corridors recorded the names of the martyrs.

And behind the corridors were buildings similar to the Imperial History Archives, which stored the annals compiled for the martyrs. These official annals would be copied into several copies for local county annals and prefecture annals, and could not be tampered with.

After Zhu Yijun offered incense at the stele forest, he walked forward, walked past the Grace Gate and Grace Hall, and arrived in front of the five offering tables.

In the middle of the five offering tables were incense burners, vases, and candlesticks, stone five offerings. Every time Zhu Yijun and Zhu Changzhi came to offer incense, they inserted it into this incense burner.

Zhu Yijun took the lit incense from Li Yougong's hand and inserted it into the incense burner. He took a congratulatory text from his sleeve, put it in the fire basin to light it, and muttered to himself:

"On the fourth day of the eleventh month of the twenty-first year of Wanli, Great Ming Emperor Zhu Yijun respectfully uses the great sacrifice of clear wine to announce to the spirits of the martyrs of the Western Hills:"

"I received the mandate of Heaven to guard the frontiers. From the left of Liaodong to the Jimen Gate, from Korea to Suiyuan, fierce soldiers and loyal souls, blood fertilizing the wilderness."

"You all held sharp weapons and wore armor, dedicated your bodies to repay the country, making the banners of Great Ning rise again, the grass on the Fengzhou beach turn green again; the Japanese pirates broke their spears on the Han River, and the Jianzhou Jurchens fled north to the forest sea. Now the Bozhou rebellion is quelled, and the world is peaceful again, all relying on your liver and gall shining on the sky, and your heroic souls protecting the state."

"Alas, although the mountains and rivers are safe, the bows and knives are always hung; although the song of triumph is played, the armor is not yet cool."

"I now personally sacrifice to the Western Hills, engraving your merits, and want to make the world know: whoever guards the country, the Emperor of Heaven will definitely protect! Whoever goes to the national disaster, the history books will definitely record! Whoever guards the people, the people will definitely sacrifice!"

"Red hearts and green blood, shining forever with the sun and moon; the spirit of loyalty and martyrdom, piercing through heaven and earth."

"Shang Xiang!" (Please accept!)

Zhu Yijun finished reciting the congratulatory text, raised the wine goblet in his hand, and offered the wine three times.

This congratulatory text was written by himself, and it was not very long. He recited it very, very familiarly. He was afraid that if he didn't recite it familiarly, he wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully. This stability of the country was all because these martyrs sacrificed their lives to make it as stable as Mount Tai.

The process of sacrifice was really not long. The main thing was to walk here, which was sincerity.

Even the Western Hills Imperial Mausoleum didn't have this treatment. For so many years, the suburban sacrifices to the ancestors were all attended by the three dukes in the capital. The Emperor didn't personally sacrifice, which was a helpless move. After all, Emperor Chengzu Wen moved the capital to the Northern Yamen, personally went to Zhu Di's Changling, and didn't go to Zhu Yuanzhang's Xiao Ling?

In the end, they didn't go. The military nobles just went on their behalf.

The Great General of the Southern Expedition, Jiang'an Marquis Liu Ting, was seeing the Martyr Shrine with his own eyes for the first time. At this moment, for him, he could comfort the soldiers who died on the road of pioneering.

The Emperor remembered, the Great Ming remembered, and the people also remembered their achievements.

After Zhu Yijun completed the sacrifice, he took a car to the Northern Camp and participated in the daily military drill. He also specifically brought Liu Ting along, let him open the tiger-strength bow three times, and see if his idiopathic tremor would affect his expedition.

Li Yougong was right. Now the role of the general's personal bravery was weakening, but this personal bravery was one of the sources of prestige.

Li Rusong was a thorn in his first time entering the capital. He was taught a lesson by Qi Jiguang and Tan Lun together, and then he became honest, stopped being arrogant and impetuous, and by today, he was already a commander.

Idiopathic tremor would not affect Liu Ting's drawing the bow and shooting arrows. His kind of idiopathic tremor was really magical. It had to be a specific movement to shake.

Zhu Yijun prepared for a long time, a big frame, and also pulled the tiger-strength bow three times, sixty steps, three arrows hitting the bullseye.

At the limit, Zhu Yijun could pull the tiger-strength bow ten times, and ten arrows all hit, occasionally there would be mistakes, but most could hit, especially the first three arrows, never missing.

"Your Majesty's bravery is unparalleled in the world!" Liu Ting saw this scene, his eyes jumped, and he said sincerely.

The Emperor's talent was not very high, he was just an ordinary person. You could see it from the thickness of his arms. All these achievements were perseverance and sweat.

"Diligence can make up for clumsiness." Zhu Yijun put down the tiger-strength bow. He showed his ability to pull the tiger-strength bow to narrow the relationship with the border generals.

Military men were actually easy to get along with. If you were as strong as him, he would recognize you, because this thing didn't rely on lips, but on decades of accumulation.

Of course, if you were far inferior to these military men, these military men would also show their own unruliness. Having seen life and death, and having seen many big tests between life and death, the majesty of the monarch, these four words didn't have such great deterrent power.

"Does the Son of Heaven have a species?" (Are kings born?) "Those with strong soldiers and sturdy horses occupy it."

Don't look at what a person, a collective, or the imperial court says, look at what this person, this collective, or the imperial court does. Obviously, the Emperor did it, and he did it really well. The Emperor really respected the dedication of military men. Force, this was not something that could be pretended.

Soon, Liu Ting became enthusiastic with the Emperor and began to talk about the bitterness and sweetness of his expedition in the Southwest. Zhu Yijun only then knew that the biggest threat to the Southwest's operation against Ava was never the Ava people, but the snakes, insects, mosquitoes, flies, and plagues that were everywhere. These were the main reasons for casualties.

Thanks to the Great Ming imperial court's sufficient supply of quinine to the Southwest, otherwise the casualties would be even greater.

This was planted by Zhang Yuanxun, the Viceroy of the Old Port and Marquis of Yingyang, in Java, and the scale of the plantation was still expanding.

What surprised Zhu Yijun more was that Liu Ting was not particularly optimistic about the pioneering of the Southwest. More specifically, the Great Ming could beat Ava to death, but ultimately it still managed it by fostering puppets, that is, local chieftain families. This was determined by the geographical environment.

It was difficult for Ava to even burn the wilderness. To transform these small tribes that had lived in the tropical rainforest for generations, the time scale would be one hundred years, or even two hundred years, to achieve true county-level rule.

In other words, after Ava was taken down, the situation was highly similar to Yunnan at the beginning of the Great Ming.

Zhu Yijun was prepared for this. The imperial court's goal was actually not high: to control the relatively fertile places, open up an outlet to the sea for Yunnan, and let the rest come slowly.

Liu Ting left the Wu Ying Building in the Northern Camp and went to the Jinshan Mausoleum to guard his father's tomb.

Qi Jiguang pondered for a moment and said to the Emperor, "The Southwest Han Army is indeed trustworthy."

As the Duke of Fengguo, he said this sentence, and he had to be responsible to history. If the Great Ming formulated policies according to the judgment of the Great General, and something unexpected happened, he, Qi Jiguang, would be a sinner.

"The Southwest is a bit too poor." Zhu Yijun's face was very complex. The Southwest Han Army was indeed trustworthy, because there was too little farmland, and not much food could be grown, so there was no foundation to compete for the world.

Especially after the war gradually entered full-firearm combat, fighting a war was fighting logistics. The Southwest Han Army really wouldn't rebel, because they were really short of logistics.

"Your Majesty is wise." Qi Jiguang smiled. The reason the Emperor thought of was the same as the reason he wanted to say. Poor was really poor. In Yunnan and Guizhou, there were many mountains and few fields, and they did not have the necessary conditions for a place where a dragon rises.

"This is a gift from Prince Lu to Qi Shuai." Zhu Yijun clapped his hands, and two blonde and blue-eyed women were led up by two small eunuchs.

Their appearance was very upright, and the old nannies in the palace had seen them. They were all virgins, and they had no body odor. They were carefully selected by Prince Lu.

Qi Jiguang waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Isn't this prepared by Prince Lu for Your Majesty? I am at this age, Your Majesty, please don't tease me."

"I can't want them either. If there is a string in the descendants, the scholars might make up some stories in the future." Zhu Yijun thought for a while and said, "Why not reward them to the Master?"

"Good idea!" Qi Jiguang didn't care that Zhang Juzheng was older than him and lacked energy. Anyway, it was fine to push out such things that caused trouble.

"Hahaha!" Zhu Yijun laughed very happily. He let Li Yougong send these two beauties of all nations away. The Emperor often gave wives. Soldiers, craftsmen, and engineering corps, just give them to those who lacked wives.

Zhu Yijun couldn't want them. His family really had a throne to inherit.

The annual audit of the twenty-first year ended at the end of the eleventh month. On the last day of the eleventh month, Zhu Yijun met with the Grand Minister of Revenue Zhang Xueyan and the Junior Minister of Revenue Hou Yuzhao. The two ministers reported the financial situation of the twenty-first year of Wanli in detail.

"This year's land tax was only 8.5 million silver, while this year's commercial tax, including banknote customs duties, overseas plantation shares, global caravan trade, Global Trade Alliance official ship trade, official factory profit turnover, coal, steel, tobacco, wool, silk, etc., was 53.64 million silver. This year, the imperial court's annual revenue totaled 62.14 million silver."

"The proportion of commercial tax exceeded 85% for the first time. Tobacco entered the Taicang Treasury with 5.4 million silver this year, which was 1.2 million silver more than last year."

What surprised Zhang Xueyan most was the growth rate of tobacco profit turnover. In a few years, tobacco could really support the Great Ming army. The military expenditure of the Great Ming army had not changed much in these years, fluctuating between 13 million and 15 million silver. There would be more if there was an expedition, and less if there was no expedition.

"Your Majesty, I have checked the accounts of the Agricultural Reclamation Bureau this year." Hou Yuzhao began to report the situation of the Liaodong Industrial Reclamation Bureau. The Liaodong reclamation fields had issued 800,000 qing of certificates, and there were 210,000 qing of certificates to be issued. The total number of Liaodong fields exceeded 1 million qing. Overall, Liaodong was still very short of people.

Therefore, continuing to execute the migration of people from Shaanxi, Gansu, and Suiyuan to Liaodong could completely eat it up.

Besides Liaodong, the total fields of the Great Ming were only 8.75 million qing. Liaodong was really too big, and the arable land exceeded the scale of 1 million qing.

More fields could accommodate more people. The Great Ming was really short of people everywhere. The imperial court's policy of encouraging childbirth was a bit backward and was still limited to soldiers and craftsmen living in official factories.

After reporting the official business, Hou Yuzhao bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Shen Shixing wants to push the screening to the official factories. I do not approve. When I was reclaiming land in Liaodong, farmers, workers, and soldiers could not be separated."

"Your Majesty, in the new scholar-farmer-artisan-merchant, craftsmen, especially those living in official factories, should belong to the farmers, that is, the families of those with property. Those with property have perseverance. Their experience is also part of their fixed assets."

Zhang Xueyan pulled Hou Yuzhao, telling him not to make things so clear. With a fool like Gao Qiyu charging, the Ministry of Revenue just needed to assist.

In the duel between Gao Qiyu and Shen Shixing, the shadows of the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works were behind it. Do not spread the political turmoil to the production link, because once it reached this step, it could not be controlled, and finally it would become a boring trick of putting hats on each other.

In the end, it was about who had the higher means of putting hats on others, who made the bigger noise, who cared less about the rise and fall of the Great Ming, and who didn't care about the people. Historically, party strife had no other result than the despicable winning.

Despicable is the pass for the despicable, and noble is the epitaph for the noble.

The Great Ming's national destiny was two hundred years, and it was no longer young. It couldn't afford such tossing. Hou Yuzhao didn't need to express his position at all, because Gao Qiyu had already won.

"Hmm, I think so too. I am the Emperor. I also want to conduct a loyalty screening. Which emperor doesn't want his ministers to be loyal?" Zhu Yijun smiled brightly and said, "I just know that's impossible, so I don't have that spring dream."

"Your Majesty is wise." Hou Yuzhao bowed again, singing praises.

Zhu Yijun liked communicating with Hou Yuzhao very much. Old Zhao was not upright, nor was he ignorant of human feelings. He put his position first. His judgment on anything was to judge the position first, even if it was for himself.

He would definitely express his position clearly. In his view, position determined the fundamental right and wrong. Only based on position could one talk about right and wrong. Without position, it was all sophistry.

Hou Yuzhao never disdained to cover up his thoughts. When he was a supervising secretary, he didn't cover it up. Now that he was already the Minister of Revenue, he didn't need to cover it up even more.

The biggest problem with this personality was that once the Emperor was wrong, Hou Yuzhao expressing his position like this would be a bit dangerous.

Zhang Xueyan sat up straight and talked about the business. He said very seriously, "The trade scale of the Global Trade Alliance in the first year reached 9.5 million. This was still the first year. Mexico Viceroy Pedro fulfilled his promise and intercepted a full 2 million silver, leaving it for Great Ming goods. Of course, he earned more as a second-hand dealer."

"And the trade volume of the Peru Viceroyalty was 6 million silver, and the Chile Viceroyalty was a bit barren, only 1.5 million silver. In other words, this year, the Global Trade Alliance was established for one year, and a full 9.5 million silver flowed into the Great Ming."

"If the Global Trade Alliance operates well, all the silver produced in the Eastern Pacific will flow into the Great Ming, and the silver of the West will flow to the Eastern Pacific Viceroyalty through these three second-hand dealers, and finally flow to the Great Ming."

"In the short term, at least within ten years, the Great Ming Gold Banknotes will not learn from Philip's gold bonds and can only go bankrupt and default."

Zhang Xueyan didn't say it fully. As long as this model was still going on, and the Great Ming production didn't have problems, the silver symbolizing wealth would only continuously gather toward the Great Ming. This phenomenon existed, and the Great Ming Gold Banknotes would not go bankrupt.

Looking at ten years in the short term, and hundreds of years in the long term, it was possible.

As a conservative, Zhang Xueyan didn't say it fully.

Hou Yuzhao added, "There is one more thing. According to the memorial of the Global Trade Alliance General Council, it seems that the three viceroyalties of the Global Trade Alliance have allowed the free proselytizing of the Great Light Sect this year." ===== CHAPTER 1038 =====