There was a busy scene in the Governor's Mansion.
Wailang Du Gui, a member of the household branch, led a group of subordinates and beat the abacus loudly.
Under his dispatch, the rice store shopkeepers transported the newly purchased grain to the designated grain depot, then went to the relevant departments to collect money, and rushed back to their stores without stopping.
The Prime Minister's Office cares for the people, but it does not mean to suppress the desire of businessmen to pursue profits.
Merchants purchased grain from the people at last year's grain price, while the Metropolitan Government added 10% to this price and put grain into the warehouse in bulk from the merchants.
This idea of transferring profits to local governments was Du Gui's idea.
After it was implemented, the effect was surprisingly good.
The area just conquered by the Polu army has an unstable foundation, and collecting agricultural taxes may not necessarily capture the next autumn harvest.
When the government collects taxes from the people, the government puts one into the treasury, and subordinate officials often help the idlers to get nine out of it.
Therefore, Wen Tianxiang simply waived all agricultural taxes in Fujian, and instead had the Polu army pay for purchases from the people.
By using this method to compete with Beiyuan for popular support, Wen Tianxiang also let the people know that in addition to being a slave, there is another way.
A completely different way of living.
However, during the purchase process, the dealers would be given the opportunity to take advantage of them.
Therefore, Du Gui simply adopted this method of merchant acquisition and the government collecting from the merchant.
It not only saved the government's manpower to purchase grain, but also allowed the merchants to make profits.
Du Gui's voice was full of excitement against the crackling sound of abacus.
"Lao Zhou, take a few people to put the newly delivered grain into the Xingzi No. 1 warehouse.
The Tianzi No. 6 warehouse is full."
"Old Zhao, go to the places where grain is purchased in the city and inspect it, ask everyone to pay attention to the quality, and try to give the people as much money as possible.
Is it easy to bring it?
I haven't gone to the governor's bank to find someone to change it."
Du Gui shouted loudly, his round little eyeballs narrowed into a line, setting off his round and fat face, giving him the appearance of a profiteer.
But what he did was a real thing.
Wen Tianxiang implemented the New Deal in Fujian, not collecting taxes or paying grain.
Except for government-run factories, the Polu Army's income was basically cut off.
As for the merchants forced out by rent reduction and interest rate reduction, they will not be able to collect much business tax for a while.
As the chief steward of the Polu Army, Du Gui must use every penny earned from new factories and mines, as well as the money exchanged for counterfeit banknotes, where it should be used.
Under his careful calculation, the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, which had always been unable to make ends meet, has gradually gained a surplus.
Seeing the treasury's accounts getting fuller day by day, Du Gui felt filled with a sense of accomplishment.
Having died once before, he understands the joy and value of survival better.
Back then, Du Gui traveled thousands of miles to Baizhang Ridge to save his life from the Mongolian butcher's knife.
Originally I just wanted to be a warrior in the army, use a steel sword to kill those beasts face to face, and avenge my family and companions.
Who knew that Wen Tianxiang actually kept him by his side to take charge of the military's finances.
In the blink of an eye, he was promoted from a businessman to a high position of fifth rank.
This is a result that Du Gui never dreamed of.
The Song Dynasty did not take business lightly, and literati also liked to make friends with businessmen, but the purpose of businessmen was usually reflected in paying for banquets.
But in the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, everyone's strengths are fully utilized and everyone's efforts are rewarded accordingly.
All capable people are welcome here, regardless of their background.
Here, you can truly experience the respect between people.
That respect for each other as brothers.
And this kind of respect made Du Gui willing to do everything he could for the Dudu's Mansion.
A man who looked like an army officer came over, gently pulled the corner of Du Gui's clothes, showed his identity seal, and handed him a thin piece of paper.
Du Gui took the note, looked at it, nodded, and his voice suddenly rose higher.
"Master Chen, Master Chen, send all the military rations purchased in the past two days to Shao Wu.
Let's set out today and take the waterway.
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The sooner the better."
"There are not enough people.
If there are not enough people, just hire peasants and let the people who go to the city to sell food find a way to make money.
Hurry, don't delay, they are over there."
Suddenly, Du Gui realized that he had lost his composure and covered his big mouth with his hands in panic.
Some of the rice store clerks who came to hand over food pricked their ears alertly.
He lowered his head and returned to the work of weighing and counting.
The Polu army is preparing to march north to Ganzhou and fight back to their hometown, some people thought excitedly.
Before the troops and horses are moved, food and grass should go first.
This is the basic common sense of leading an army.
The Polu Army is known as the army of benevolence and righteousness, and they are fighting on their own land.
Naturally, they cannot rely on the Yuan Dynasty to support war with war.
Therefore, the movement of military rations often indicates the direction of an army.
Half an hour later, the rice store clerk, well dressed, sneaked into Xiangyun Temple through the back door and reported in detail the information he heard outside the Governor's Mansion today to the people inside.
The days of autumn harvest are the easiest time to sneak into the governor's mansion and collect intelligence on the Polu army.
The Polu Army pays attention to efficiency, and all the departments directly under the governor's office are concentrated in the backyard of the government office.
If you sneak in pretending to be a food transporter, you can collect a lot of information related to the Polu Army and Wen Tianxiang.
And today's information is undoubtedly the most valuable.
"Duofu, did you really hear that the Polu Army is preparing to march north in a large scale?"
Taoist Priest Qingyang asked with his eyes twitching.
He looked back at Toutuo who was silent on the side, his eyes full of expectation.
"Of course, the man surnamed Du lied about it, and many people heard it.
In the middle of the night a few days ago, people and horses moved north, and everyone heard it."
Taoist Duofu, who felt that he had made great achievements, was very proud, with a look on his face.
Large and small pockmarks emitted light together.
The late entry and late practice does not mean that he is late in enlightenment.
With this piece of information and the hard work of the past few days.
Lord Wuliqi dressed as a tutu will definitely remember him.
The credit goes to Master Dachun.
This time when I go back, I will definitely be praised by Dachun.
With the Mongols as his backers, Taoist priest Duofu quickly became the real person of Duofu.
One day he became the leader of Duofu, and he might even start his own sect.
"Master Wu" Taoist Master Qingyang bowed down habitually and asked the Mongolian warrior dressed as a tutu to make his decision.
"Send the news to Master Dachun.
It's just a daydream for them and Chen Diaoyan's men to counterattack Ganzhou."
The Mongolian warrior dressed as Toutuo shook his dirty big head and said nonchalantly.
He was not good at marching and fighting.
What he is good at is holding the cow's neck with his arms, twisting the cow's neck with a snap, and then listening to the animal's gasping and struggling when it is dying.
Wuliqi was more concerned about Shi Wen Tianxiang's behavior than the movements of the Polu army.
His purpose in coming to Fuzhou was to find an opportunity to get close to Wen Tianxiang and have a massacre face to face.
"Prime Minister Wen rarely leaves the house, but he likes to go to the riverside to watch navy training.
I'm at the Prime Minister's house, and I heard that three more large ships are coming recently."
Taoist priest Duofu obviously knew what Wuliqi was thinking.
Taking a few steps forward, he lowered his voice and said.
A cold light flashed in Taoist Priest Qingyang's eyes, and in an instant, he regained his composure.
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"This news is true, are you sure?"
Wuliqi suddenly raised his head and stared into Duofu's eyes and asked.
"It's absolutely true.
I also heard that it was a gift from the Su family to Wen Tianxiang.
Also, there are some sails and the like."
"Okay, you go back to Midian first and tell Master Dachuan to keep an eye on him more closely and report any news as soon as possible."
Wuliqi nodded and replied in an extremely calm tone.
"This, yes, my lord" with a disappointed expression on his face, he bowed and left.
I have to go back to that damn rice store again, with endless smiles and endless bags of grain.
Full of complaints, Duofu heard the side door of Xiangyun Temple closing with a creak behind him.
All conspiracies are behind closed doors.
The minor characters can only run errands, and the core decision-making stuff is out of his reach.
"De Xing" thought of Taoist Priest Qingyang's jealous look on the virtuous, and Duofu felt angry all the time.
He raised his leg, pointed it at the bamboo forest on the roadside, and kicked it hard.
The bamboo forest dispersed with a "swish", and the raised foot suddenly fell into the air, and his entire body was dodged in.
The startled Duofu quickly climbed up, and just as he raised half of his buttocks, a pair of mango shoes kicked him hard on the waist.
"Hey!"
As soon as the painful cry left his throat, it was stuffed back by the rag that came out of thin air.
Several people in green clothes rushed at him at the same time, and tied up Duofu tightly.
Duofu, who was bundled into a ball, rolled back and forth on the ground, struggling.
"Be honest, brother.
Wait a moment, Mr.
Liu, I will tell you what you want to say."
A pair of big hands with jade ring fingers gently patted the top of his head.
The words sounded like advice and ridicule.
This voice sounds familiar.
Duofu struggled to raise his head and saw the face of Master Dachuan with a faint smile.
The long evening bell echoed in the mountains.
The pavilions of Xiangyun Temple look particularly solemn amid the sound of bells.
Several gray pigeons were startled by the sound of the bell, fluttering their wings and flying into the sky.
It circled lightly under the white clouds for half a circle, then turned around and flew towards the north.
Through the telescope, you can clearly see the bamboo tubes tied to the pigeon's legs.
What a brilliant idea.
Liu Zijun smiled and waved his hand, leading hundreds of soldiers towards Xiangyun Temple.
Operation Falcon has officially begun.
The green leaves were whirling, the bamboo poles were swaying, the sound of crossbow arrows was heard from a distance, and the wind brought a few insect-bitten leaves to the ground in a spiral
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