Chapter 428: The Wool Has Come, The Leeks Are Gone

The Great Ming's new Tan Sima was a conservative. This had been his consistent political stance.

And it was very clear.

In his view, the Great Ming's current focus should be on the ocean, not on land. For land expansion, the tributary system was completely sufficient. In the successive ministry discussions of the Ministry of War, they were filled with Zeng Ceng Shengwu's opposition to recovering the Hetao.

According to the content of the Great Ming's political system debate organized by the Emperor, such as "Contradiction Theory," "Production Illustration," "Class Theory," etc., Zeng Ceng Shengwu believed that the Great Ming was currently not suitable for recovering the Hetao, and not even suitable for further land expansion.

"Contradiction Theory" talks about priorities, about primary and secondary contradictions. In Zeng Ceng Shengwu's view, the loss of the Hetao and Ning Guard was not a matter of one day or one night, but started from the relocation of the Ning Prince's Mansion during the Yongle years, and continued until the During Zhengtong years, when the contraction was completely completed.

The primary contradiction of the Hetao and Ning Guard was the fundamental problem of survival. The Han people who migrated from the Great Ming interior to these places could not take root and sprout there, which was the fundamental contradiction.

It was just like sowing seeds on extremely barren land; without enough rain and dew, they could not survive.

The loss of the Hetao was not because the Great Ming encountered a foolish monarch, nor was it because the Great Ming's border soldiers and people were stubborn and unwilling to guard the border. It was an irreconcilable contradiction caused by the fundamental problem of survival.

Including the rigidity of the Nurgan Regional Military Commission, it was also an out-of-control situation based on this fundamental problem.

According to "Production Illustration," "Production Illustration" talks about production, productivity, and production relations. It was that under the current environment, people's ability to change nature was insufficient, leading to the loss of the Hetao, Ning Guard, and Nurgan Regional Military Commission. If productivity were sufficient, people could change nature, more iron tools could ensure farming on barren land, and richer water conservancy facilities could ensure irrigation, and life would find its own way out.

It was just like the current development of Liaodong, which was in full swing. No matter how much Li Li Chengliang expanded, the Great Ming people could farm as much. The fertile black soil and more than twelve inches of rainfall every year, even if it was cold, could not stop the people's enthusiasm for reclaiming wasteland, because one harvest a year could support a family.

Zeng Ceng Shengwu's opposition was based on facts. It was also a fact that the speed of development in Ning Guard was not as fast as in Liaodong.

According to "Class Theory," exploitation was the fundamental reason for the existence of classes. The simple social structure of the grassland made exploitation full of blood, but the imperfect class also made the exploitation less intense. Under the cruel competition of the grassland, the meat-eaters of the tribe were more gentle in their exploitation of the strong (only the strong), while the Great Ming's system was more perfect, the social structure was more complex, and the ability to exploit was stronger.

And the Hetao, Ning Guard, Nurgan Regional Military Commission, Western Regions, etc., were all areas where the land's carrying capacity could not withstand the Imperial transformation of the Central Plains, and could not withstand multi-level oppression and exploitation.

And the overseas lands possessed areas that could withstand the Imperial transformation of the Central Plains. The Great Ming should not put too much energy into land expansion. After solving the crises that endangered the survival of the dynasty, it should shift its focus overseas.

The development of the Yuanxu Islands, which was in full swing, was a comparative case. Some fishermen along the coasts of Fujian and Zhejiang kowtowed to the Mazu Goddess and went directly to the Yuanxu Islands. Their fellow villagers had fields and even slaves in the Yuanxu Islands, making people jealous and red-eyed.

Besides the opinions based on the Emperor's theoretical foundation, Zeng Ceng Shengwu also analyzed from a military perspective why there should be no war on land.

The Great Ming had an overwhelming advantage in fighting at sea, and the battlefield was overseas. Even if defeated, it was a loss of ships and military units, which the Great Ming could slowly recover. Moreover, the overseas enemies were weaker. Even the invincible Spanish Empire, which was invincible, did not have the ability to have a direct conflict with the Great Ming at sea before the Great Ming expanded to the West. There would be no direct conflict.

And the competition overseas was more favorable to the Great Ming.

The sky is high and the water is long. The bad news of defeat overseas would not have a fundamental impact on the Great Ming, because it was really too far away, and the subjects of the Great Ming could not empathize.

And the war that broke out on land, once defeated, would have huge losses, from the loss of land, the bad impact on the national strength of the Great Ming's hinterland, to the gathering and scattering of people's hearts, and so on.

Zeng Ceng Shengwu was a conservative. This had been his consistent political stance. Did he practice his stance?

Yes, and no.

His practice mainly focused on expanding the navy. From 30,000 to 90,000, Zeng Ceng Shengwu did a good job. What he didn't practice was that in practice, he used actions to support the Great Ming's land expansion, unlike what he said in opposition.

The clearing and supplementing of the Great Ming's Capital Battalion, the construction of military equipment for the Great Ming's Capital Battalion, the full pay for border troops, the selection of military generals, the recruitment of commanders and junior officers for the Jiangwu Academy, etc., Zeng Ceng Shengwu did them all well.

Zeng Ceng Shengwu was persuaded by Tan Lun. Tan Lun told Zeng Ceng Shengwu:

"What's the use of saying so much fart? Once Altan Khan dies, the Jin Dynasty he established will become Annan. The banner he raised will always float on the grassland. When can the Great Ming recover the Hetao? Do you count on future generations? You can't even count on yourself, so you count on your descendants?"

"The border people only recognize the barbarian chieftain, not the Imperial banner. The thieves occupy the Hetao and harass the border for a hundred years. The Hetao and Gushuo places have been under China for three generations! The poem says: 'The Emperor ordered me to build a city in the north. The majestic General Nanzhong swept away the Xianyun and won the victory.'"

Tan Lun's meaning was very clear. Whether it was possible to truly realize the actual land and county system in the Hetao and Ning Guard was not important. It was very important for the Great Ming that Altan Khan did not exist.

The Great Ming should take this piece of land down and make it belong to China, and then discuss how to govern it. Even if it was impossible to implement the actual land and county system, the legal principle must be brought back, in order to plan for the future. Otherwise, there would be no future to speak of. It would be painful to have enough productivity but lose the legal principle.

Even if it was only a military tributary system in the end, it was very necessary.

No matter how much land there is overseas, it is still the sky is high and the water is long, and the Great Ming court cannot reach it. But the Hetao is on the shoulders of the Great Ming; how can it be ignored?

Zeng Ceng Shengwu couldn't refute, so he was persuaded. He still insisted on his own stance and also supported land expansion. This was very contradictory and very twisted. Therefore, Zeng Ceng Shengwu was not a radical, but a conservative.

Tan Lun was old. He seemed to have hallucinations.

He seemed to see himself standing on the carriage, waiting for the Emperor's Imperial decree. The army stood in the suburbs of the capital with clear armor. The large flags painted with turtles, snakes, eagles, and falcons were fluttering in the vast wind. The Imperial decree came from the nine heavens. Many soldiers were knocking on the wooden shafts of the chariots and shouting loudly. The flags were flying in the sky, the patterns were mottled and bright. Behind him were the people seeing him off, their faces full of sorrow and worry, seemingly worried about whether the soldiers going far away could return smoothly.

Tan Lun kept telling himself that this was a hallucination. He was already too old to move, already unable to fight. The Emperor was worried about his health and didn't even let him govern the military. How could he let him continue to lead troops?

Illusion and reality, he couldn't tell them apart, really couldn't tell them apart.

In reality, Tan Lun's eldest son, Tan Tan Hetu, was serving by his side, occasionally saying two words to Tan Lun, but didn't get a response. Slowly, Tan Tan Hetu stopped talking. Tan Tan Hetu was truly sad. His father, who was like a mountain, had fallen on the sickbed, and even his replies were intermittent.

Tan Lun looked at the cloth curtain in front of the bedroom door. Outside the cloth curtain, there seemed to be many guests. They were talking non-stop outside. Tan Lun couldn't hear clearly what they were saying, but he soon realized that the cloth curtain was the boundary between life and death. The cloth curtain separated the living from the dying.

The guests who came to visit Tan Lun were not willing to stay in the room for long. The guests who came always asked Tan Tan Hetu: "Is your father any better?" Tan Tan Hetu could only nod and say: "He will be better, he will be better." Some people who were clumsy with words couldn't say clever things, so they talked about other things, asking about the studies of the Tan family's descendants, asking Tan Tan Hetu if he had inherited the position of Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander.

Everyone was trying their best to avoid mentioning the word "death" directly. This was not strange. Great Ming people had always liked happy endings and didn't like life-and-death separations.

Everyone said two words, handed the things they brought to Tan Tan Hetu, and then went outside to continue discussing family matters. Tan Lun occasionally woke up, but only looked at the gifts sent by those guests. He was almost dead; what was the use of these things?

The bustle outside had nothing to do with Tan Lun.

The current Tan Lun was just a dying person.

He spent most of the day lying on the sickbed, neither dead nor alive. His thoughts were not very clear, and his speech was a bit vague. Tan Lun didn't know how to deal with these people, so he simply ignored them.

Except for his eldest son who was always by his side, no one stayed by the sickbed for long.

Tan Lun didn't blame his second son. The second son was busy outside. He was about to die, but the Tan family was still there, and there was still human interaction.

Tan Lun still had a certain ability to take care of himself. Stubborn as he was, he could still get up and eat normally, but everyone knew that his days were numbered.

"Father, the Senior Grand Secretary is here." Tan Tan Hetu reported in Tan Lun's ear as usual. Tan Tan Hetu originally thought his father wouldn't respond, because for other guests, Tan Lun was too lazy to pay attention. Stubborn old men and stubborn children were very, very similar, very, very stubborn.

But Tan Lun slowly supported himself to sit up, frowned, and asked weakly, "Who is here?"

"Jiangling Gong Zhang Zhang Juzheng is here." Tan Tan Hetu asked loudly.

Tan Lun heard clearly this time and said, "Please come in."

Tan Lun was confused, not really about to die. The great physicians said he had at least three months, and if he was in a better mood, he might be able to linger for a year or a half.

He had thought about jumping into a well directly. He didn't want to live in such a muddled way. He thought about it, but didn't do it, because he couldn't do it.

Old and sick, he was no longer the Tan Lun who could beat Li Li Rusong.

"Grand Marshal." Zhang Zhang Juzheng and Tan Lun exchanged greetings. Tan Lun wanted to stand up. He felt he had stood up, but actually he hadn't. This situation of his body being out of control made Tan Lun gnash his teeth in anger, but there was nothing he could do.

"Senior Grand Secretary, can you tell the Emperor to give me a quick end? Living like this, really... cough cough, really suffocating." Tan Lun leaned on the chair and said to Zhang Zhang Juzheng.

He was clear-headed at times and confused at others. This was a clear-headed moment.

Tan Lun thought Zhang Zhang Juzheng came at the right time, but actually Tan Lun didn't know that Zhang Zhang Juzheng had waited for more than an hour before Tan Lun woke up.

For Zhang Zhang Juzheng, Tan Lun was a comrade, a colleague, and a comrade-in-arms who shared joy. As Tan Lun, who was recommended and re-employed by Yang Bo, when Wang Wang Chonggu wanted to build the Capital Battalion into the Capital Battalion of the Jin Party, Tan Lun, as Tan Sima, blocked Wang Wang Chonggu's transfer list.

Regarding the strangulation of the Jin Party, Tan Lun and Wang Wang Guoguang were allies. They were also traitors to the Jin Party. What they sought was just the peace and prosperity of the Great Ming.

"Senior Grand Secretary, this death is not up to the person." Tan Lun leaned on the back of the chair. In his blurred memory, only the Emperor had asked about the candidate for Tan Sima. Everyone else had already regarded him as a dead person.

Tan Lun truly felt death. Death is absolute loneliness.

That curtain was the boundary between life and death.

"Has our Great Ming army gone out to fight?" Tan Lun suddenly remembered that the Great Ming army seemed to have gone out to fight, and in his long-lasting hallucinations, it was also because of this.

"Qi Shuai has won another victory on the front line. After the Daqing Mountain camp was built, Li Li Rusong, Ma Gui, Wang Wang Rulong, Chen Chen Dacheng, and other assistant regional commanders attacked everywhere and occupied Jining Jining Hai Zi. Khan Chahan Chahan Naoer was beaten until he was dizzy. Two ten-thousand-man teams were kneaded and flattened by Qi Shuai. The court is recently discussing building a Jining City there, because that pasture can raise more than ten thousand sheep." Zhang Zhang Juzheng's speaking speed was not fast, and he paused after every sentence, letting the old and sick Tan Lun fully understand his words.

After Tan Lun became critically ill, the bad news reached the ears of Qi Qi Jiguang. Qi Qi Jiguang wrote a letter asking Zhang Zhang Juzheng to visit him on his behalf. Qi Qi Jiguang and Tan Lun were comrades-in-arms who had fought back-to-back against the enemy. Tan Lun was already like a withered tree, but Qi Qi Jiguang was leading troops away on duty and could not bid farewell to Tan Lun.

Zhang Zhang Juzheng brought good news to Tan Lun. Qi Qi Jiguang held ten thousand iron cavalry in his hands, plus the infantry and chariot battalions in his hands, beating Altan Khan until he was overwhelmed. The Datong defense line on the east could not be broken, and he was beaten on the west by Qi Qi Jiguang, so Altan Khan could only shrink back.

"Good, good, good, good, good, good." Tan Lun said "good" six times, looked at Zhang Zhang Juzheng, and asked, "Has the Emperor grown up?"

Zhang Zhang Juzheng held his cheeks with his hands and rubbed them hard. He was controlling his emotions. Tan Lun like this made him feel heartbroken. Tan Lun forgot again, forgot that the Emperor had grown up.

"Yes, he has grown up. The Emperor is wise and holy, follows the ancient laws, and his rites, music, and articles are brand new. There is a system of the glorious generation in the court, and his literary and military preparations are unmatched in the world." Zhang Zhang Juzheng held Tan Lun's hand and told Tan Lun that the Emperor had grown up, had become talented, and the court was also very good. Although there were differences, it hadn't reached the point of fire and water, and everyone was seeking common ground while reserving differences.

"Then that old man Gao was wrong after all!" Tan Lun seemed to smile when he heard this. Regarding dealing with Gao Gong, Tan Lun also had a share. After the Emperor Longqing Emperor's dragon-riding guest, whether to further restrict Imperial power or bet on the Emperor's success, Tan Lun chose Zhang Zhang Juzheng.

Now it seems that the bet was right.

"Well, that old man Gao regretted it but wouldn't say it. His mouth is very hard." Zhang Zhang Juzheng patted Tan Lun's hand and stopped talking, because he found that Tan Lun was already tired and closed his eyes to sleep.

"Great Physician, how is the Grand Marshal's condition?" Zhang Zhang Juzheng asked the great physician after Tan Lun fell asleep.

"Not good. The Grand Marshal has a heart to die, and the situation is getting worse every day." Li Li Shizhen and Chen Chen Shigong looked at each other and answered truthfully. They encountered trouble. Tan Lun didn't want to linger on like this and had a heart to die, causing the body's various organs to fail more rapidly.

When a person is hazy before falling asleep, the brain is afraid that the person will die, so it subconsciously commands the body to move, and the hands and feet will twitch to respond. The brain knows that the person is still alive, so it will rest. But now Tan Lun has a heart to die, and the brain is constantly deceiving the body: "Dead, already dead."

This was no longer within the scope of Li Li Shizhen and Chen Chen Shigong's medical skills.

"Sigh, this is also good, also good." Zhang Zhang Juzheng put Tan Lun's hand back into the quilt, sat by the bed, and accompanied Tan Lun for half an hour before standing up and leaving.

Tan Lun fell into a dream. He seemed to have recovered his youth, leading the Great Ming army in wanton charging. Japanese pirates, Northern Barbarians, mountain bandits, water bandits, desperate people, enemies emerged one after another, endless, but Tan Lun never fell, and never retreated even a step.

Tan Lun believed that death is absolute loneliness. He could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams. In his dream, he led those extremely familiar faces and killed every enemy he encountered.

Grand Marshal and Grand Preceptor of the Crown Prince Tan Lun was a radical. In the last period of his life, he was still radical, with a heart to die, radically wanting to end his own life.

Wang Wang Chonggu lit a lime spray lamp and calculated the accounts in front of him. This was the account of the woolen factory, mainly the inventory of wool, which was only enough for six months. Affected by the supply of raw materials, the price of wool was also soaring. The price of fine-spun wool soared from seven cents of silver per foot to three taels of silver per foot, with a trend of creating a wealth myth again.

But the information Wang Wang Chonggu received was that San San Niangzi had brought wool from Dong Sheng Guard, crossed the Great Wall, and entered the pass. The war didn't seem to have overly affected the quantity and quality of wool provided by Hohhot. Of course, the supply of wool from San San Niangzi had indeed decreased, while the wool production in Kaiping Guard, Song Yingchang, Quanning, Daning, and other places was rising, making up for the gap.

"Wang Qian, did you buy a batch of fine-spun wool?" Wang Wang Chonggu closed the accounts and looked at Wang Qian and asked.

Wang Qian was playing with two iron balls. Hearing the inquiry, he looked up and said, "Yes, I plan to sell them all tomorrow."

"Sell them in a few days." Wang Wang Chonggu looked at Wang Qian and said.

Wang Qian looked excited and said, "The price will definitely plummet in a few days. Does my father have any unknown news? Does San San Niangzi not intend to supply wool and wants to go to the end with Altan Khan?"

The opportunity to make a fortune was right in front of him. Wang Qian had already thought of nine ways to make a fortune.

"San San Niangzi has already entered the pass at Dong Sheng Guard. In ten days or so, she will arrive in the capital." Wang Wang Chonggu said definitely after closing the accounts.

Wang Qian looked sluggish after reading it and asked, "The wool supply is stable, so the price of fine-spun wool will definitely plummet. And you still let me sell it in a few days? Isn't this losing money? I won't do it!"

"It's just to let you lose money." Wang Wang Chonggu nodded and said. He let Wang Qian sell the goods in a few days just to lose money. A dissolute rich young master who didn't learn anything and ruined his family had no threat at all.

The Wang family was really rich, and didn't need Wang Qian to make money. His speed of ruining the family wasn't as fast as the expansion of the Wang family's assets. Wang Qian's children were still young and didn't have the ability to ruin the family.

"Really boring." Wang Qian understood Wang Wang Chonggu's meaning and slumped directly on the chair, without any demeanor of a young master of a big family.

"Chen Chen Xuehui, the Minister of the Court of Ceremonial, is not convenient to contact San San Niangzi. This errand is handed to you. Many people are staring at the wool business, so don't have any problems." Wang Wang Chonggu gave Wang Qian the job of receiving San San Niangzi.

Wang Qian rubbed his eyebrows and asked with some confusion, "We are at war. To make some money, the Loyal Lady shouldn't take such a risk. Altan Khan is taking advantage of her absence to directly take over Hohhot. It's really smart for a lifetime, but confused for a moment."

Wang Wang Chonggu explained, "Altan Khan has plotted to take over Hohhot more than once but hasn't succeeded. San San Niangzi is not for making money. She is just running to the Great Ming to take refuge. She is extremely embarrassed in the grassland now. Helping Altan Khan, the Great Ming side can't explain it. Helping the Great Ming, the grassland side can't explain it. She is in a dilemma. Hiding in the Great Ming, waiting for the men to fight out a result, then coming out is not too late."

"With San San Niangzi absent, Altan Khan also cannot control Hohhot."

Wang Wang Chonggu understood San San Niangzi's plan very well. On the surface, she entered the capital as an envoy as usual, which could be considered that there was still a channel of communication between the Great Ming and the Northern Barbarians during the war. But in reality, San San Niangzi was taking refuge. She became a traitor to the grassland. Then for the Great Ming court, she had no meaning, because the Great Ming needed her to help the Great Ming transform the grassland and weaken the resistance. She went to the end with Altan Khan, and she had no place to stand.

The reconciliation faction is like a mouse in a crack during the war, and only after the war ends do they stand up and shout.

San San Niangzi is reconciling for those poor people who might freeze to death in winter and starve to death in spring because of lack of clothing and food, struggling on the line of life and death, not for herself.

"So San San Niangzi entering the capital is determined that the Great Ming will win?" Wang Qian pondered for a while, putting himself in San San Niangzi's position to think. In fact, San San Niangzi could completely hide in Hohhot and pretend to be dead, waiting for the war to end.

Bringing wool to pay tribute is completely betting everything on the basis of the Great Ming's complete victory.

Wang Qian had already mastered the "Contradiction Theory" and had learned to think from another's perspective. He was a mature Great Ming bureaucrat.

"San San Niangzi is not blind."

"That's also true."

A few days later, the first batch of wool arrived. Wang Qian immediately understood his father's reminder. Someone was playing with fire, playing with fire in the physical sense. This batch of wool was burned three times in a row on the road.

When the fine-spun wool business collapsed, many people had fine-spun wool smashed in their hands. Before this war against the Northern Barbarians started, those who had goods smashed in their hands began to stir up wealth myths, trying to lure leeks into the game to make up for the previous losses.

The wool supply was short, so the price of fine-spun wool would naturally soar. The stories told back then about the scarcity of fine-spun wool, this kind of big silk currency, could be told again. When the goods were about to be sold or even make a profit, San San Niangzi suddenly brought wool across the tribute market and sent it to the capital. This was smashing the market.

The myth of big silk currency was created on the basis of short supply. As a result, the wool came, and no matter how stupid the leeks were, they wouldn't enter the game at this moment.

Arson became a good choice. So these wools were burned three times in a row on the road. Obviously, San San Niangzi was also prepared. After losing nearly a hundred bags of wool, the first batch arrived smoothly. The reason why San San Niangzi hadn't arrived yet was that she was escorting the second batch of wool to prevent any mistakes.

On the second day of the fifth month of the ninth year of Emperor Wanli, San San Niangzi finally arrived in the capital. The quantity of the second batch of wool was 143,000 bags, but the loss was less than the first batch, only 24 bags. One hemp bag of wool was 120 catties, which was wool cleaned with fermented gold soup, extremely high quality.

"Tired me to death." After San San Niangzi moved into the Guild Hall, she leaned on the back of the chair without any image. This journey was really hard.

"Loyal Lady, the wool has been weighed, fully sufficient. It has all been sent to your official factory warehouse. If something happens, you can't blame it on us again. Even if it's burned clean, the money should still be paid." Wang Qian looked at San San Niangzi, thinking about her little money.

"Hmm." Wang Qian had great confidence in the management of the official factory. This was Wang Wang Chonggu's old nest. Even if Wang Wang Chonggu only received a dividend of 10,000 silver every year, this was the banner of the official factory's group construction. As long as the official factory didn't have any problems, he, Wang Wang Chonggu, would have Imperial favor.

"Loyal Lady, I have some doubts. Judging from the war report, Altan Khan feels a bit weak." Wang Qian said with some doubt. The Jin Party and Altan Khan could be considered to have cooperation with competition. Although Altan Khan was old, he had sons and grandsons, and ten-thousand-household commanders, but judging from the war report, Altan Khan was weaker than imagined.

"Especially the mobility. The Great Ming's cavalry battalions, infantry battalions, and chariot battalions all used to bite Altan Khan. This is a bit strange." Wang Qian added his question.

San San Niangzi squinted at Wang Qian and said, "What did I bring to the capital this time?"

"Wool." Wang Qian was stunned and understood.

San San Niangzi sighed and said, "Do you think your Emperor's tossing of this wool business was in vain? The woolen factory has been around for eight years. Originally, the grassland people didn't want to raise horses. Horse meat doesn't taste good, and mare's milk doesn't taste good. Horses are livestock that have no use other than war. In order to raise more sheep, no one raises horses."

"The Great Ming official factory really has a good appetite. So much wool was hard-eaten."

"War horses? In Altan Khan's hands, there are no more than 40,000 horses that can go to the battlefield. Not as many as your Emperor has."

San San Niangzi had a certain understanding of the number of war horses in the Great Ming. The business dealings between the Great Ming and the Mongol Empire came and went once every six months, with more than 50,000 war horses. This was also one of the reasons why Qi Qi Jiguang, Li Li Rusong, and others commanding on the front lines judged that Altan Khan didn't want to run. Can he run?

San San Niangzi waved her hands repeatedly and said, "Altan Khan's territory looks quite large, but how many people can he mobilize? Not as many as a big county in the Great Ming. The Great Ming Emperor has so many endless means, politically supporting reconciliation factions like me to carry out internal division, economically using the wool business to let the grassland dig its own grave, and militarily, every autumn, the beacon tower scouts go out of the pass to burn the wasteland, almost burning to Altan Khan's big tent!"

"It's not to that extent, really not to that extent. The Northern Barbarians are really not that strong. If the Great Ming hadn't cut off its own hands and feet, how could they have had the chance to be rampant."

San San Niangzi was not talking nonsense. A big county in the Great Ming, such as Jimo County in Shandong, had 150,000 people and nearly 40,000 strong men in the eighth year of Emperor Wanli. Altan Khan's territory looked vast, but the political system was a loose vassal system. The Great Ming attacked, and if these slave chieftains didn't follow and fall into the trap, Altan Khan would burn incense. Therefore, the actual troops Altan Khan could mobilize did not exceed 50,000, of which cavalry did not exceed 30,000.

"Minister Wang, recently in the capital, besides fighting, what is the biggest event?" San San Niangzi asked curiously. She was curious about what kind of moths the Great Ming had made during her absence.

Watching the fun is human nature.

Wang Qian pondered for a while and said, "The biggest fun is my father submitting a 'Memorial on Equalizing Fields and Corvee,' which is to calculate the poll tax on the land. My father was scolded miserably, as ugly as it could be. Scholars, the scolding was very dirty."

"Damn!" San San Niangzi looked at Wang Qian sluggishly and asked, "When did your father become a loyal minister who cares about the country? Hasn't he always been a treacherous official who steals the country for private gain? Isn't it only Zhang Zhang Juzheng who dares to attack land and population? Is it possible that he wants to leave his name in history?"

The things Wang Wang Chonggu did, most of them had nothing to do with land. The only one in the Great Ming who dared to attack land was Zhang Zhang Juzheng. In two hundred years, since the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, there was only one such person.

This is not a memorial on equalizing fields and corvee; it is clearly rebellion!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 429 =====