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Most Chinese people look similar in appearance, but it is difficult to recognize if they are thrown into the crowd. These two people came to China and looked similar in appearance. They really couldn't remember who Yang Ling was. Moreover, Yang Ling's expression, demeanor, behavior and speech are still majestic even if she is not artificial.

However, when Yang Ling mentioned the great charity who donated 3,000 taels of silver and sesame oil, the blonde thought about it suddenly and couldn't help but say in surprise: "Ah! We recognize you. You are that eldest son, that older son, I am Ilster, and the young master, and the young master still remembers me?"

Another red-headed man also smiled and said, "I am the Fire Master Yasan, I remember Young Master, you are...... Young Master Yang."

The owner of the rice and grain shop stood on the steps, and looked at the extraordinary demeanor and young master who led seven or eight family members to meet these two beggars, and his arrogance suddenly became much shorter.

Although Yang Ling remembered their appearance, he couldn't remember their names. At this time, he heard them report their names and said with a smile: "Yes, IELTS priests and the three priests of Fired Age, hello, I have to ask the boss here for some things, and I'll ask you to chat later."

Yang Ling said, bowed to them, stepped up the steps and asked with a smile: "Shopkeeper, do you have any taro for sale here?"

Fanyu has a poor taste and cannot replace food for a long time. Only the people in these poor areas eat it. When the boss heard that business came to the door, he felt that it was a bit strange to buy taro with the demeanor of this young master, so he hurriedly nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, young master, please come in, we have taro here."

The boss hurried back to the store, raised a bag of taro, and opened the hole for Yangling to see. Yangling was disappointed when he saw it. The yellow and white tuber plant also seemed to grow underground, but it was not sweet potatoes.

He shook his head and sighed, "Not this, the shape is somewhat similar to this one, but the taste is very sweet, some are red-skinned, some are white-skinned, um... I heard some people call it sweet potato, maybe sweet potato, and there is also a kind of grain that is golden yellow. Maybe... it is a little smaller than the little nail."

IELTS and Fire Master Yasan who were following the side couldn't help but look at each other in surprise. Fire Master Yasan couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Young Master Yang, the two things you said seem to be very similar to those I have seen."

Yang Ling suddenly remembered that corn and sweet potatoes were native to the Americas, and seemed to have been introduced to China through Europe. He was very happy and turned around and said, "The priest has seen this thing? Where have you seen it?"

The Fire Master Yasan shrugged and said, "Oh, I've seen it a long time ago. According to the young master's description, it should be this kind of plant. Well... it was twelve years ago when Captain Columbus came back from a distance and brought it back to his country from a distant place. When we came to the East six years ago, it had already grown a lot of seeds in China. We also brought a lot of seeds."

Yang Ling held his hand and said anxiously: "It's great, do you still have seeds in the priest's hands? I play a very important role."

The Fired Sect Ya Sany spread his hands and shrugged, "We brought a lot of food when we came to the east. However, all Shiji Village was lost after escaping from Tianzhu, and the only remaining ones were eaten up when Luzon took a boat to the Ming Dynasty."

Yang Ling was very discouraged when he heard this, but... he had indeed eaten the fields and was in the north. Could it be that someone else brought such things? The rice shop owner kept listening to them and couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Young Master, I may have the things you said here. Do you want to take a look? If you really want to buy them..."

Yang Ling said anxiously: "Take it and show it to me. If it is indeed what I want, one pound of silver, not... ten pounds of silver!"

When the boss heard about a pound of ten taels of silver, he was immediately excited and said hurriedly: "Young Master, wait, the little land will come soon." After the boss said that, he ran away and rushed straight to the back shop. Yang Ling was even more anxious than him. He wanted to chase him to see what happened. He was walking around in the store like a headless fly, and the two guys stood in the corner of the store and looked at the big Kaizi with awe.

After a while, the shop owner rushed back with a small bag of rice, panting and said, "Young Master, see if it's this thing."

Yang Ling hurriedly rushed over, grabbed his pocket from his shoulder, and put it on the counter. His center of the earth jumped straight. He opened his pocket and saw the yellow half-pocket corn particles that he had disdained in his previous life. Yang Ling almost cried. He grabbed a handful of corn kernels and held them in his hand tremblingly. He was even more excited than finding a bag of gold.

Yang Ling murmured: "It's this, it's this."

When the shop owner heard that it was exactly what Yang Ling wanted, the half bag of corn particles was more than 100 taels of silver, and he was immediately happy that he would not bother him.

At this time, a child ran out of the inner room with a boiled sweet potato and shouted, "Dad, why are you carrying the rice bag? Grandma asked me to ask, what is a pound of ten taels?"

The shop owner didn't have time to speak? He grabbed the sweet potato from the child and handed it to Yangling and said eagerly: "Young Master, is this the sweet potato you mentioned? I have cooked a large pot at home. If you like it, you will sell it to you."

"What? Are they all cooked?" Yang Ling looked at the boiled sweet potatoes in his hand, and was crying without tears. He shouted in pain: "All cooked? You... don't you leave a few pieces?"

The boss smiled and said, "I haven't cooked it all... I have left a few pieces, but it's already roasted. You are a person with a status. I see that thing is really ugly and I dare not say it out."

"You...." Yang Ling wanted to kick him, and he said angrily: "Let me tell me where did you buy this item? As long as I find the seller, I will give you a hundred taels of silver."

At this time, a laughing laughed: "I am a drunkard. I didn't expect that there is a melon crazier in this capital. Who likes to eat sweet potatoes so much?"

As soon as the curtain was lifted, a smiling bearded man walked out of the inner room and met Yang Ling. After looking around, he couldn't help but be stunned. He said in unison: "It's you?"

The man was surprised and happy, and smiled and said, "It turns out it's Mr. Yang. He is really destined to meet him thousands of miles away."

When Yang Ling saw that the bearded man was Zhu Zhishan, one of the four talents in Jiangnan, he couldn't help but say: "Is it Mr. Zhu? Why are you here?"

Zhu Zhishan approached and a smell of alcohol came towards me. It seemed that Zhu Caizi was really addicted to alcohol. He smiled and said, "Young Master Yang is a big deal. He is willing to pay such a lot of money to eat a few sweet potatoes. Haha. The owner here is my cousin. The Xitian wheat and sweet potatoes were born in my garden. I just bring some for my aunt and family to taste. Does Young Master Yang like to eat them too?"

Yang Ling's heart fell to the ground. Since he found the main owner, he was not so anxious. In short, he would never let Zhu Zhishan go. He talked a few times. He then carried the bag of corn particles called Xitian wheat by Zhu Zhishan like a slave, and warmly invited Zhu Zhishan and two Western missionaries to go to the restaurant to have a chat.

When Zhu Zhishan heard that there was wine to drink, he immediately obeyed his orders. Several people came to a large restaurant. Yang Ling ordered his men to take a look at the bag of corn. Then he went to the hotel with Zhu Zhishan, Huozheya and three or four others, and found a private room and sat down.

As soon as he landed, Yang Ling couldn't wait to ask about the origin of the sweet potato and corn field. It turned out that Zhuzhishan was a family of officials. His father served as a senior official in the deputy envoy of Shanxi Provincial Administration and later returned home.

Zhu Zhishan was a Juren at the age of 33, and has made no progress in the past ten years. Although he is very determined to seek fame and fortune, he dare not have too much hope for his career as he grows older, so he bought real estate in his hometown in Suzhou, started a grain and rice business, and became a rich man.

Two years ago, a Han man who moved to Nanyang a hundred years ago had offended the local powerful people and fled back to the Ming Dynasty. He cooked orchards for him at Master Zhu's mansion, and usually planted some crops in the orchards brought back from Nanyang.

Although those things are not delicious, they are rare and rare. Zhuzhishan often ships some to rice and grain stores open in various places for sale. Since people from all over the country have never seen them, the sales volume is not good, but occasionally some people like to try them. The bids are much higher than ordinary grains.

When Yang Ling heard that he treated these high-yield crops as rare species, he could not think of the great significance of them to the people of the Ming Dynasty, and he couldn't help but blame: "Brother Zhu. These things are not fruits, they are extremely high-yield crops. If they were widely planted in the Ming Dynasty, I don't know how many people could be saved. If you only raise them in a small orchard, it would be a waste of resources."

Zhu Zhishan was stroking his beard and blinking a pair of mung bean eyes. He was quite puzzled by Yang Ling's heartbroken appearance.

In fact, he was an unemployed literati and would not think about the issue of increasing crop yields at all. It was recorded that after corn was introduced to China, many farmers only planted twenty or thirty trees in their backyards at home for decades, leaving them for their children to eat as rare things. They never thought of using it to replace existing crops, let alone those years that the official did not pay attention to and recorded.

When I was a child, I lived at my grandmother's house in Pingyuan County, Shandong Province. Yang Ling heard her grandmother recite the proverb that she had picked up sweet potatoes for half a year. It was very common to produce thousands of kilograms of corn and sweet potatoes per mu.

Moreover, it is very adaptable, drought-resistant, barren-resistant, wind-torn, and rain-resistant, with few pests and diseases. It can be cultivated in mountains, slopes and new land. It does not compete with rice and wheat for land. If it is cooked and dried, it can be stored for a few years. It is more resistant to storage than rice.

Thinking of these advantages, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel very happy and apologized to Zhu Zhishan: If he hadn't been raised by Li Dongyang for the purpose of opening a ban on trade, he would have ignored it, let alone Zhu Zhishan, who has no worries about food and clothing, and does not have to do anything about production?

Yang Ling felt his tone was a little rushing, and couldn't help but say embarrassedly: "I'm in a hurry and I'm reckless, I'm sorry, brother."

Zhu Zhishan picked up the cup and drank it all like a whale sucking water. He smiled and said, "It's okay, Brother Yang cares about the people, but Lao Zhu is ashamed of it." After he said that, he looked at Yang Ling suspiciously and said, "But... I'm Lao Zhu's presumptuousness. Is it that I care about the national economy and people's livelihood so much? Is it the son of Guijie from which adult in the court?"

Yang Ling smiled awkwardly, wondering if the Zhu Caizi would leave after telling his identity, but now that he wants to use it, he can't hide it. He hesitated for a moment and said, "My surname is Yang, and his name is Ling. He is the current emperor's personal military commander. He is under the jurisdiction of the company."

Zhu Zhishan was shocked when he heard this and drank with him. Mr. Yang, who humbly claimed to be his younger brother, is the most favored Lord Yang in front of the current emperor. He stood up in panic and bowed, "It turns out that Lord Yang is in front of him, and he is really rude to the students."

Yang Ling stood up unexpectedly and said, "Brother Zhu, please sit down. You and I will fall in love with you and I will fall in love with you at first sight. Why should we be so polite? Uh..." He looked at Zhu Zhishan and said tentatively: "My reputation is not very good among scholars. I thought Brother Zhu would leave after hearing my identity. Do you mind my reputation?"

Zhu Zhishan was also stunned when he heard it. Then he remembered some rumors about Yangling. He couldn't help but laugh: "Those corrupt scholars have a unique vision of people, but the students don't have that knowledge. Not to mention that adults have a good reputation among the people. Just look at adults who are willing to be humble to a maid and a scholar like me, and who can be so attentive to the people. How can this mind, character, and character be bad?"

Zhu Zhishan and Tang Bohu were unruly and cynical, and belonged to the aliens among literati. They were also not tolerated by orthodox literati and suffered from their own suffering. They also met Yang Ling first, and had seen his words and deeds, so they would not be confused by the rumors of the Shilin.

When Yang Ling heard that he met a soulmate, he pulled Zhu Zhishan to sit down. He picked up the wine pot to fill him with a glass. The two of them gently touched each other and drank their lips, looking at each other and smiling, feeling close to each other.

The two poor guys, A San and IELTS, each of the firemen, had a meal and hungry meal in this foreign land for the sake of God's faith. Now they finally had a sumptuous meal, only caring about filling the Five Insect Temples.

At this time, when I heard Yang Ling's words, the Fire Master Ya San screamed: "Are you Lord Yang? The most beloved minister in front of the Ming Emperor? Oh... God has appeared, God has led me to you and brought me the gospel."

Yang Ling laughed and said, "I dare not, I dare not, the two priests have been awarded. I am busy with official duties and have never found any opportunity to make suggestions for what I promised you. But you can rest assured that since the Western Regions monks of Huguo Temple neglect you. The development here has not been smooth. Let's move to Xicheng and live in the inner factory for the time being. I will build a house for you later."

Once Yangling's lifting of the ban and trade is successful, its purpose is not only to do business with the East, Luzon, Ryukyu and other places, but its goal is further in the West. Those countries that are about to step into the Shanghai and the hegemony in the distance are also foreign countries that the Ming Dynasty refuses to communicate, and they will play an important role in history.

These missionaries from Flangjiji are proficient in Chinese and Western languages, and their relatively transcendent identities will be a good communication platform in the future. In such an era, a capable communication intermediary can play a huge role. How could he waste it by doing his best to make the best use of people and things.

After hearing Yang Ling's words, the two missionaries were overjoyed and quickly stood up to thank him. After so long in China, they understand the etiquette of Chinese people paying attention to etiquette and exchanges.

IELTS said hurriedly: "Thank you, Lord Yang, for the cultivation and planting of crops... I understand a lot, knowing how to plant various environments in wetlands and mountains. If adults want to promote this crop, I am willing to serve you."

Yang Ling was overjoyed. He didn't expect that the person in front of him was a botany expert. There were ready-made grain and skilled growers in Zhuzhishan, and with the guidance of this planting expert, it would be much more convenient.

During the Ming Dynasty, there were already warm cellars planted in winter, which were specially planted for the royal family. Due to the small amount of land and the diseases and pests, Yang Ling was unable to take these people back to the village immediately and immediately set about preparing first.

Yang Ling thanked him and turned to Zhu Zhishan and said, "Brother Zhu, is there anything important to come to the capital this time?"

Although Zhu Zhishan is wild and unrestrained, he claims to be a famous scholar and a romantic state, and seems to be rich and noble like a cloud, and powerful as a dog. After all, who does not want to succeed or achieve success or achieve success or success cannot achieve further development in fame and fortune, so he wants to recommend himself as an official.

This time he went to Beijing to find a father-in-law elder who worked in the Ministry of Works. He wanted to ask him to do something on his behalf, but now the situation of the court has changed drastically, and many officials are on the sidelines.

The elder knew that Grand Secretary Li was in a subtle situation and that Liu Jin from the inner court did not want to ask for it. This matter was hopeless. Now the young man he had met was actually Yang Ling, who was in power. His mind couldn't help but become alive again.

Zhu Zhishan blushed and said embarrassedly: "This...... Old Zhu came to Beijing and wanted to find a father and elder to work as a job. After studying poetry and books for half his life, he would never be a businessman for the rest of his life, but..."

Yang Ling suddenly realized and smiled and said, "So that's it. Brother Zhu is among the four talents in Jiangnan. He has his own secrets. As for being not good at eight-legged essays, how can he cover up his talent in his heart?"

He pondered for a moment and said slowly: "I can recommend Brother Zhu as a county magistrate. Brother Zhu can do it. He will achieve great political achievements in the future, so promotion will naturally not be a problem. I wonder if Brother Zhu is willing to surrender?"

"Betray?" Zhu Zhishan was already overjoyed. Not to mention that he was a juren, or a Jinshi in the palace examination, and he could start with a county magistrate. That was also a rare opportunity. Most people either held a spare position in a backup land or were retired in the Hanlin Academy. How could they have this opportunity?"

Zhu Zhishan hurriedly thanked him, and Yang Ling discussed with him that another batch of corn and sweet potato grain seeds were transported from his hometown to Beijing. Zhu Zhishan naturally agreed.

Yang Ling knew that there were only these corn seeds under the Zhu family. However, sweet potatoes were easily cultivated in a warm cellar. They were prepared to cultivate large quantities and were widely planted in spring.

Although he has great power, he has no right to argue with local government affairs at present. He is also very concerned about whether there will be any obstruction in the promotion of new grain and land in the court, but it is always good to prepare more now.

The few people parted with joy and sent Zhuzhishan away. Yang Ling accompanied the two of Yasi to Huguo Temple and called on the missionaries to pack their luggage and go to the inner factory in Gaolaozhuang for a while. Seeing that the sky was getting colder. Several missionaries who had just returned from missionary and begged for alms were trembling in the empty hall. After hearing the news, they ran out happily.

These people could leave as soon as they could. They had nothing but two bags of miscellaneous grains and several broken quilts. Yang Ling hired a big cart and took them out of Xicheng. When he arrived at Gaolaozhuang, he took them to Houshan Neiju.

The internal factory is now open like a fire. Huang Qiyin and Wu Jie are busy with internal affairs and the other are busy expanding territory. The arrangement of personnel, training, material allocation, intelligence collection and organization and analysis organizational establishment, as well as the accounting and use of large-scale income brought by replacing goods by chariots and horses. All kinds of complicated things are very important. Any problem with any link may affect the normal operation of this newly developed institution.

The two men are busy handling official business all day long. Sometimes they don’t even care about their family. Compared to this, Yang Ling, the chief executive, seems to be too idle. However, as a person who controls the overall situation, Yang Ling believes that he only needs to control the development direction of the internal factory, handle interpersonal relationships in all aspects, and strive for more convenience and policies for them, and give them enough space to display. If you do everything yourself, you may not be a good leader, so let them do daily affairs.

Yang Yiqing went to the south with Yu Yong. Liu Qianhu was training a newly recruited group of men by Yang Ling's special scouts while in Shenji Camp. These young and strong ordinary farmers were better trained than those veterans and had higher loyalty. Now this group of 300 people have begun to show results.

Yangling's opinion is to widely develop people from all over the country as intelligence collectors and use chariots and horses to convey their chariots and horses, but localities must set up intelligence transit agencies.

He learned the disadvantages of slow information transmission of Jinyiwei's peripheral intelligence system and no distinction between priorities and priorities. He set up sorting and analysts in various local intelligence transit agencies to classify the information and upload it to the capital according to the critical level, greatly increasing efficiency.

At the same time, he insisted that these collectors were mainly recruiting ordinary people and temporary informants. Each intelligence transfer agency set up a short and concise quick response force and formed a system to ensure and deal with various emergencies. The personnel trained by Liu Biao belonged to these personnel and were also core members of the internal factory.

Seeing Yang Ling bringing in a few ragged men, Liu Biao bringing a few people hurriedly to meet him. Yang Ling smiled and waved his hand to stop him from saluting, and looked at the new recruits who had already become military temperament to launch firearms.

Most of these soldiers have learned martial arts and have a certain foundation in cold weapons, so the factory focuses on training them to use crossbows and muskets. These soldiers raised their guns and shot flat, and there was a row of "bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

Yang Ling nodded with praise. Liu Biao couldn't help but smile with a reserved smile when he saw him. The Fire Master Yasan saw it and said curiously: "Sir, are the firearms used by your soldiers a little clumsy? Not only is it time-consuming to load ammunition, but it also has a short range."

Liu Biao and the others were quite dissatisfied when they heard this. He glanced at the yellow-haired and blue-eyed man with contempt. If he hadn't guessed his relationship with the factory supervisor for a while, he would have scolded him.

Yang Ling couldn't help but feel aroused when he heard this. The problem of fire rate and range of muskets have always been the bottleneck that restricts it from playing a greater role, but Yang Ling did not understand firearms. He once mentioned some principles of modern firearms and bullets to the firearm craftsmen in the Shenji Camp, but with the craftsmanship and gunpowder at that time, it was obviously impossible to do it.

Under helplessness, Yang Ling vigorously developed a swarm of rocket launchers, so that his army could beat ten in urban melee battles, and defeated more with less. At this time, after hearing the words of Fired Zenya, he suddenly thought, could this missionary make more advanced muskets?

Yang Ling turned around and asked with a smile, "What are the insights of Mr. Priest?"

Since the Fire Master Yasan knew his identity, he knew whether he could be recognized by the Ming court. The open preaching of the Ming Dynasty almost entirely depends on the person in front of him. It was the previous step above and immediately explained it vigorously.
To be continued...