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Chapter 817 The boat of friendship capsizes at any time
This document is a scam.
Although a single page of blank paper can only hold a few words, and a complete memorial may only contain a few hundred words, the memorial itself does not take up much space.
The two huge red lacquered wooden boxes that Lao Deng sent contained nearly a thousand copies of memorials.
Not to mention that there are also a lot of memorials written by people like Wang Guangyang and Zhou Jingxin.
Yang Shaofeng shuddered as soon as he thought about the two wooden boxes.
Old Deng has indeed become complacent.
Old Deng used to be so good; he got up earlier than the chickens, slept later than the dogs, and worked harder than the oxen.
These days, Old Dengke is either staying in Ningyang County for more than half a year without leaving, or he hoards several months' worth of memorials for Zhu Biao to handle.
If we let Old Deng continue to slack off, Black Sesame Dumplings might even get a younger brother.
The thought of black sesame dumplings immediately made Yang Shaofeng's face turn ugly.
After all, you, Black Sesame Dumpling, are the Executive Vice Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, while I, Yang, am merely a prefect of Dengzhou.
You can't just cry and whine and drag me along to handle memorials just because you called me "brother-in-law" a few times.
This is neither in accordance with the rules of officialdom nor with the Confucian etiquette between ruler and subject.
Growing increasingly displeased, Yang Shaofeng simply snorted coldly and said, "I just remembered that I am still the Duke of Ying of the Great Ming Dynasty."
Zhu Biao was slightly taken aback and asked, "What happened to the Duke of Ying?"
Yang Shaofeng said, "What about the Duke of Ying? The Duke of Ying's fiefdom is in Japan!"
"It's somewhat understandable that Your Highness was beaten, but my trip to Japan was merely an inspection of my own fiefdom. Is there a problem with that?"
"no problem!"
"Since there's no problem, then isn't it incredibly unfair that I received this beating?"
"To put it bluntly, I was implicated by Your Highness this time!"
Zhu Biao stared at Yang Shaofeng, speechless.
Can anyone tell me how my brother-in-law could have the nerve to say such a thing?
You were the one who wanted to go to Japan first; I went to Japan to help you.
If anyone is implicated, it is I who have been implicated by you.
Now you're turning the tables on me?
Zhu Biao was equally annoyed and couldn't help but roll his eyes. He snorted and said, "Don't tell my brother-in-law what you said. Save it for my mother. See how she deals with you then."
Yang Shaofeng was furious.
Is this how you resort to using your parents to bully me when you can't win a fight?
The boat of friendship can capsize at any time.
Zhu Biao clearly had no intention of letting Yang Shaofeng off the hook.
"What do you think we're after?"
"They went to Japan, seized a large territory, and built a silver mine, but what was the result?"
"He only got a beating."
"Unlike Li Mingchen, who went to the grasslands and directly obtained the title of Krupp."
Zhu Biao smacked his lips and continued to stab Yang Shaofeng in the heart: "This is fate. Brother-in-law, you've been eyeing the Champion Marquis for so long but you still couldn't get your hands on him. But your good student, tsk tsk."
Yang Shaofeng's face immediately turned even more gloomy.
Krupp.
This title is only slightly inferior to that of the champion.
If only I had thought of this title sooner!
When the time comes, I'll find a way to get someone to make a thick and long cannon, and name it the Krupp Cannon. That way, my time travel won't have been in vain.
Now look what's happened, all of this has benefited Li Mingchen!
Yang Shaofeng was so heartbroken he almost fainted; even the black goat leg in his hand didn't taste good anymore.
"Writing a memorial, Your Highness?"
Yang Shaofeng put down the lamb leg, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and said in a devilish whisper, "His Majesty asks you to handle memorials written by others. Surely His Majesty will handle memorials written by you personally, right?"
Zhu Biao nodded at first, but then said with a frustrated look, "Writing a memorial is not difficult; the difficult part is what to write."
Yang Shaofeng chuckled and said, "There's so much to write about."
"For example, the black soil of Northeast China is so fertile that it's no exaggeration to say it's overflowing with oil. Moreover, the entire Northeast is rich in mineral resources, and its timber resources are also incredibly abundant. This can be seen from Hu Weiyong's memorials."
"but……"
Yang Shaofeng abruptly changed the subject: "Has Your Highness ever considered that the lands of Guanzhong and Shandong were also incredibly fertile back then?"
Zhu Biao nodded again, and Yang Shaofeng continued, "How come the land that was once so fertile has become barren? Could it be related to the overpopulation, excessive cultivation, and deforestation?"
"If so, then we can convert farmland back to forest, let the land rest for a few years, send people to burn the wasteland every year, and use the burned grass as fertilizer to fertilize the land. After a few decades, won't the land become fertile again?"
"So here's the problem—returning farmland to forest to restore soil fertility, the first step is to plan how many people will stay to burn wasteland to fertilize the land, and the second step is to relocate the surplus people. This would require the Ministry of Works, right? And once the Ministry of Works has done the calculations, His Majesty would need to issue an edict, wouldn't he?"
"The calculation process alone cannot be completed in a day or two."
"And then there's the steam engine."
"This stuff requires both coal and iron. The iron and coal mines that our Great Ming Dynasty has now are barely enough. But if we use them up in this generation, will our descendants have nothing left?"
“For example, there are coal mines on Nankuyi Island.”
"For example, there was a large island that was discovered in Rinan Commandery during the Han Dynasty, which had countless iron mines."
"To ensure that our descendants will have access to coal and iron, shouldn't we stop mining outside first?"
Zhu Biao was immediately tempted.
Yang Shaofeng continued to dig a hole for Zhu Biao: "Also, petroleum is a good thing. Just by distilling it, you can separate several different kinds of flammable oil, and the asphalt left over can be used to pave roads."
"The key question is, how many oil fields does our Great Ming Dynasty even have?"
"I have heard that the Seljuk and Timurid Khanates are almost overflowing with oil fields, and you can dig out oil with just a few shovel digs."
"Should we keep such an important place in the hands of our Great Ming?"
Zhu Biao nodded frantically again.
"Furthermore, there will be more and more workshops in our Great Ming Dynasty in the future, and the products produced will eventually become cheaper due to the high production volume."
"So, shouldn't we first send people to the Western Ocean a few times to find out the shipping routes in Europe, and then sell the excess production in Europe to make money?"
Zhu Biao continued nodding frantically.
Yang Shaofeng smiled smugly and said, "Your Highness, write the memorial. Just these few points alone will be enough to give His Majesty a headache."
Because these points involve more than just territorial disputes and mining.
The most important point is that these are the kind of flatbreads that you can see and even touch, but you can't eat them, and they are the kind of big, juicy, pure meat flatbreads.
Old Deng couldn't possibly not be tempted.
But he could only be moved.
Because he doesn't have that many people.
Even if the population of the Ming Dynasty were to double, triple, or even triple, it still wouldn't be enough.
Therefore, this pie is destined to be something you can only look at, not eat.
For Old Deng, aside from the cycle of flowers blooming and fading, nothing in the world is more painful than this.