The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

When Fang Jifan walked out of Daming Palace alone, he seemed to be dreaming.

Emperor's heart is unpredictable, the routine is too deep.

As for Xiao Zhu Xiucai, Fang Jifan is not willing to know.

After all ... Lao Tzu beats his son, this is justified.

Just as Fang Jifan is sometimes unsatisfactory, he also wants to pick Fang Zhengqing out and beat him.

The pressure of life is so great. Isn't giving birth to a son just for beating?

Only when a family is established and a man with a baby can understand this feeling.

Fang Jifan put his hands on his back, got on the carriage, and hurried away, far away from the right and wrong.

...

A philosopher once said: I need three things: love, friendship and books. But what is the connection between these three! Fiery love can enrich the content of books, and books are people's most loyal friends.

What Fang Jifan needs is silver.

People who need love, friendship, and books are often selfish people. All his worldviews are derived from self-needs.

Fang Jifan is different from the philosophers of these selves. What he inherited is the thought of Kong Shengren.

Although many knowledge of Kong Shengren was decoded by various interpretations, it eventually decayed, but the essence of his thoughts was still rooted in the next two thousand years.

Fang Jifan needs money, not to be a good person. What he wants is a child and grandchildren who can live and work here.

If you want to use your thoughts to help the world, maybe he just wants to use your thoughts to exchange the money and power in your hands.

Just as the colonists love to give you St. JING, but seize your land.

Fang Jifan is not such a person. The person who uses wealth to help the world is a truly pure person, a person who is free from low-level fun.

Because of how sweet words are packed, what the so-called benevolence and morality disguise looks like, after all, what people need is nothing but to eat and drink.

In the hungry and terrible place, everywhere is full of shocking poverty, and still can boast about the modest and gentleman, and can promote the so-called avenue, just like a white lotus in the mud. It is holy and not to be violated, but in fact, its roots absorb the nutrients of the silt.

Fang Jifan is a good person.

He can't see the poor.

But now, the price of pig iron has skyrocketed tenfold.

The loss of weapons in the arsenal has stimulated the market, and everyone ... is crazy.

This crazy group of people is like a fly. Now, even if it is ten times the price, no one will sell the pig iron.

One by one steel workshops rose from the ground, but the supply of pig iron was still stretched.

Wang Jinyuan burned his head and looked around for the source of pig iron.

Even ... Many people's homes have started rummaging around at home for old pots, or even looking for homes with little iron content, hoping to sell them to those who bought pig iron.

Merchants are beneficial, but naturally have a harmful side.

North Korea has been shaken.

Although the arsenal case made people feel terrified, but the shortage of pig iron made Damen who was originally stable in supply suddenly, to the point where the Tatars were generally struggling with iron.

A call for the investigation of merchants has begun.

The merchants also showed their short-sightedness.

I knew I was shouting and killing in the temple, but this product had to be hoarded. This is ten times and twenty times the profit, enough for anyone to take the risk of killing.

...

Emperor Hongzhi felt more and more worried about this.

Today is a pretense talk. Zhu Hou-zhao took it all at once, and he was actually quite honest. Today, he happily ran to kneel and sat here. A pair of ears listened like a monkey who had been domesticated. Unfortunately, there is no one in this world. Zhu Houzhao didn't know that the two styles are blooming. After hundreds of years, the monkey will also become a master of the generation, and the school will be established.

The Hanlins were seated individually, and before they had spoken, Hanlin stood out: "Your Majesty, now that the pig iron has reached the point of being priceless and market-free, will the people use stone tools to cultivate and sow in the future, and the officers and soldiers cannot use Stone fights desperately. The officials heard that many eunuchs who guarded the town actually colluded with merchants and secretly hoarded pig iron ... I do n’t know if your majesty has heard about this. "

Emperor Hongzhi was silent.

It was close to the four-month agreement.

He glanced at Zhu Houzhao. Zhu Houzhao buried his head, and with a respectful look, the atmosphere dared not show up.

Only then did Emperor Hongzhi feel comfortable.

Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "I am also worried about this."

The Hanlins all talked up and down: "Your Majesty, the merchants are hoarding goods, and their sins are exhausted, so ..."

"It would be better to order merchants to turn in pig iron ..."

Emperor Hongzhi saw the crowd filled with righteous indignation and looked around. Among the Hanlin, but Liu Jie and others were silent. These were the jinshi who were tested in the Xishan Academy, and they kept their mouths closed.

There was a person who was calm, and Emperor Hongzhi was a little bit unable to remember who this person came from ...

This person is not from Xishan College, there is no impression.

He gave the man a deep look: "Who is this Qing family."

He pointed to the silent Wang Bushi among the crowd.

Wang Bushi was originally a transparent person in the Hanlin Academy. Where did he expect that His Majesty actually ordered himself today.

He was surprised and couldn't help thinking, yes, he should be like others, filled with indignation, only to calculate the profit and loss of the profit, thinking about using the new city house as a countermeasure, preparing for the old city, but did not expect ...

He was busy with his scalp, working out, and bowed down: "The king is not official."

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but murmured: "Wang Bushi ... Wang Bushi ... was familiar ..."

For a long time, Emperor Hongzhi lit up: "Qing, but who is the dregs?"

"Hahaha ..." Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but laugh, and then, when he looked at the father emperor coldly, Zhu Houzhao immediately muttered and bowed his head again.

The other Hanlin also could not help but endure.

Emperor Hongzhi was immediately annoyed. This was not really a curse. It was indeed this name. He was too familiar. After thinking hard, he remembered the world's scum king, but he blurted out ...

Wang Bushi actually did not have any anger.

Actually ... he is used to it.

Over the past six or seven years, he has gone from anger to sorrow, and since then, he has experienced countless times of self-tolerance, hoping to find a ground crack, slowly, but gradually numb.

He said righteously: "The minister is the king of the world's dross!"

Emperor Hongzhi seemed a little ashamed, but when he saw him calm down, he couldn't help but look at it a few more times. "

Wang Bushi shook his head: "The ministers commented on the words of the princes."

Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Wang Bushi, do you dare to bully the king?"

"This ..." Wang Bushi had no choice but to stick his scalp: "But Chen also has some different views."

Wang Bushi said, subconsciously, glanced at Liu Wenshan.

Liu Wenshan is the most embarrassing among the Hanlin. His point of view is almost the opposite of most of his colleagues. If his teacher is not Fang Jifan, he would have been killed alive.

Wang Bushi immediately said: "It is thought that the price of pig iron will soon plummet."

"What?" Emperor Hongzhi looked at Wang Bushi in amazement.

Zhu Hanlin was dumbfounded, and could not help looking at Wang Bushi.

Is this Wang Bushi crazy?

On weekdays, he is bland and unremarkable. There has never been any exaggeration, but today ...

Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "You keep talking."

"This is the relationship between supply and demand. Once the supply and demand are out of balance, it will cause the pig iron to skyrocket ... but ... there is an invisible hand in the market ..."

He felt he was getting deeper and deeper, and he was about to finish.

At first, he said that he should discuss Zhu Gong, but His Majesty clearly saw that he did not agree with him.

Therefore, if you tell a lie, it is a crime of bullying.

He dared not bully the king, so he had to express his inner thoughts.

How can you interpret your own other ideas?

In the end, the wording in the theory of wealth in the country blurted out.

Liu Wenshan was stunned and looked at Wang Bushi inconceivably.

The other Zhulins were also stunned.

Supply and demand, market, invisible hand ...

These words ... are very familiar, how is it similar to Liu Wenshan ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Wang Bushi ...... You have changed, and everyone has become unknown.

The hall looked very quiet ...

Emperor Hongzhi was also speechless. Why did this king not even begin to learn how to speak?

Because of these words, Fang Jifan said, Liu Wenshan said, now ... a Wang Bushi, even the same.

Wang Bushi was sweating heavily, and his own back was soaked. He had to sternly say: "So the minister is thinking that this invisible hand will inevitably cause merchants to look for sources and markets There is a lag, so there will be a continuous rise in pig iron now, there is no market for value, but once ... Once a steady supply of goods begins to enter the market, the situation of priceless market will change first, and then, The price of pig iron will return to what it should be. The minister probably thought that within this month, pig iron may experience a plunge. Eventually, the price will stabilize at two to three times the price at the beginning of the year. This is a reasonable price After that, the market may fluctuate, but these fluctuations ... probably, they are all acceptable ... "

Emperor Hongzhi took a breath, but Wang Bushi's voice shivered.

Wang Bushi knew that he was finished.

The last point was clear, but it was gone. He was thinking about the old city with his whole body, and he showed his feet. When he was talking, his voice was hoarse and creeping, and he had to go all the way to black and continue to speak own thoughs.

"Wang Bu Shi!" Someone said angrily: "What book do you read all day?"

A Hanlin, an angry roar.

Many Hanlins do not even resent Liu Wenshan because Fang Jifan's disciples can expect anything.

But what they hate most is the betrayal like Wang Bushi, who is ten thousand times more abominable than the enemy.