The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Fang Jifan picked up the account book and looked at it carefully.

Immediately, he said: "This month's performance is not good, how did you earn 57 million two silver ..."

When Wang Ao listened to it, his eyes straightened immediately.

Ten thousand grass and mud horses ran across in my heart.

Just when the North Korea and China were arguing over the annual revenue of millions of two-grain silver, what special month did you have ... five thousand seven hundred ... or ten thousand?

Fang Jifan said angrily: "Wang Jinyuan, Master Ben killed you, how did you sell the house? Dog-like things! Sales only grew 10%!"

Wang Jinyuan said bitterly: "Master, the interest rate has been raised recently, and again, you said it yourself, well, you have to hoard it and sell it bit by bit ... Now the development is all remote. Area……"

Fang Jifan narrowed his eyes, and the old **** was looking like: "It seems that he has to be stimulated, otherwise, the price increases?"

"Yes." Wang Jinyuan nodded: "On the first day of next month, there are a batch of launches that will increase him by a few hundred or two silver acres."

Fang Ji nodded his head, calmed down, put down the account book, and sighed: "It's difficult, it's difficult, for our sake, it's really difficult."

Seeing Wang Ao covering his heart, panting aside, Fang Jifan said: "Master Wang, what's wrong with you?"

"..."

Fang Jifan seemed to see the worries on Wang Ao's face, and Fang Jifan smiled and said: "Wang Zhubian obviously only saw Jianye earning money, but did not see the cost of Jianye. This is how he saw thieves eating meat. Have seen thieves beaten. Come and come ... "

Fang Jifan led Wang Ao out of the sales office. Straight streets, like paved squares, good roads, smooth like mirrors, shuttle trucks, carriages, and countless civilians were busy.

In the distance, there are large chimneys. The brick kilns, porcelain kilns and countless workshops are emitting thick black smoke. The black smoke is rolling and rushing into the sky.

What a magnificent sight this is, in the space of the tic-tac-toe, there are rows of buildings, with no end in sight.

"Master Wang, you are the official Shangshu. Do you know how many people live in this house? Do you know? Just a few years ago, the Ming dynasty was still full of refugees ... Yes, Dingxing County I ’m more familiar with it. If you opened the newspaper in Dingxing County, you would only have one in Dingxing County. In Hongzhi for three years, there was a big hunger and people would eat together. Many. In the 11 years of Hongzhi, the poor people in Dingxing County, all over the land, the refugees who fled, more than 700 people. The people leave the hometown, this reason, the king does not understand this reason? So many people who have lost their land, so many do not live What should they do for those who go down? The only thing the court can do is relief, but relief has a fart function, not to mention, how much food can be put into the hands of these red people, even if the real court can feed them For a while, what can happen? Now, Daming is overcrowded, but the land is limited ... These questions, can Wang Zhubu be his own official, can you consider it? "

"..." Wang Ao said nothing.

Fang Jifan gritted his teeth and said: "Look, these people who have lost their land and those who can't live here are all here. What do they live on, live on the benefactors, who are the benefactors ..."

Wang Ao was silent for a moment and said, "The old man has to admit that you are their benefactor."

"Fart!" Fang Jifan directly said a crude word: "I am a big benefactor, a real benefactor, those who are catching up and rushing to buy a house in Xishan Jianye, such an expensive house, I look at my scalp It ’s terrible, but they do n’t have any money, they go to the seller ’s property, they do n’t have the property, they smash the pot and sell the iron, they do n’t have the pot and iron at home, they go to borrow money, they bite their teeth with tears and blood , Desperately, to give up all the possessions, these silvers, accumulated less and more, turned into tens of millions of silvers, turned into hundreds of millions of silvers, turned into astronomical figures, relying on these silvers, When the house is built, it will make countless people unable to eat, and almost people who are going to starve to death. With a place to stay, they burn bricks, porcelain, iron, wood, build houses, they burn cement, they finally, With a chance to sell strength, relying on this strength to sell his blood and sweat, only to have a meal, a craftsman, at least three or two silver a month, a labor, at least two or two, they can cut new children Clothing Worried about going hungry, even, they can let their children go to study in Mongolia. Some smart people, taking this opportunity to do some small business, is enough to feed their families ... Do you know how many people are living here? Hundreds of thousands ……… the big benefactors who smashed pots and sold iron, and fed hundreds of thousands of people, hundreds of thousands of families, meaning millions of men, women, and children. How many hundreds of thousands of households do I know? "

"The main book of the king is the bureaucracy of the bureaucracy. Like those who study, he thinks about the world of his country, but this world is composed of flesh and blood. They live, they have a family, they have a country, they have a world. If all of them starved to death, what are you talking about? "

"There are those nobles, those rich people, those gentry, and these people, if they are not allowed to take out the money, how can they let so many people live? The gentry, the rich, want the house , I ’ll give them a Chinese house. I ’m going to build a new city that can last for thousands of generations outside the Daming Palace, and the destitute people want ... to live well, then, I will let them live, I There was a grandson. He used to be an eunuch, and he also enjoyed wealth, but he suffered. Only after he suffered did he know how hard it is to live, how hard it is, eh, I think of my grandson now ... "

Fang Jifan sighed: "Many things, Master Wang's book certainly doesn't understand. I didn't understand it before. Now I think this is a ridiculous thing. Even tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and after ten years, Master Wang will still not agree , I do n’t understand, but it does n’t matter. I ’m begging you one thing. ”

"What?" Wang Ao seemed to have touched his mind.

Fang Jifan looked directly at Wang Ao, his eyes were sharp, he was full of confidence, he said one by one: "For things you don't understand, you can disdain and laugh at yourself, but ... please close your mouth!"

"you……"

Fang Jifan crossed his hands and laughed: "You are my main book now, what I said, that's right, don't talk back, okay, next, let's go back to the nursery."

"Back to the nursery school?" Wang Ao felt that he could not keep up with the rhythm of Jifan.

Fang Jifan Zhenzhen said with words: "Of course, an important event will be announced today."

When the scourge is over and the house is bought, it is time to go back and scourge the child.

Wang Ao froze in his heart, he was determined to follow Fang Jifan more closely.

When Fang Jifan returned to the nursery, all the children sat in line.

They have been in the nursery school, and after more than a year of study, all of them began to understand the rules.

This kind of nursery, unlike the stocking of later generations, really spent countless silver to smash these children out.

Every day's course needs to pass a rigorous examination, and any teacher who teaches them is at or above the Jinshi level.

The daily morning exercise has the highest meal standard. Now that the children have returned from the outing, they saw the Xishan Steam Car Research Institute with their own eyes and saw the steam engines that were trial-produced inside. Once the steam engine began to fill coal, the tremor suddenly shook It looked extremely shocking.

All the children are also immersed in it.

But ... when they came back, it was not dark, and a new course ... began.

Fang Jifan and Wang Ao only stood outside the window and watched the children sitting side by side.

Every child sits on a stool with his hands behind him, sitting straight.

"Now, please invite our great discoverer of" The Worm, "Zhang Sen, a scholar of Xishan Academy ... His father, Mr. Zhang Jinglao, teaches his godson experience. Applause!"

Pappa ...

The children applauded.

Then, an old gentleman stood up, this is Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jing is excited.

Since the worm theory has subverted the entire medicine, his son, Zhang Sen, who has been awarded a bachelor's degree, is famous. Since then, countless medical papers have been elaborated on his theory. Zhang Sen is known as The father of the worm, now in the medical school, his research group has more than 80 medical students, almost everyone regards him as an idol, he took the research group, on this basis, published continuously Many disruptive papers.

As his father, he suddenly became a model.

Father Tiger has no dogs, and his son is so powerful, his father must be outstanding.

In Xincheng, a lot of Mongolian studies asked him to teach the way of teaching children. At first, Zhang Jing was still a bit cautious, but he could get back to life and become acquainted. : "Speaking of this godson ... my Zhang Jing ... a little bit of experience, wait, all are rumor ..."

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Wang Ao actually listened attentively ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ because his children are still young, of course, he dared not dare to send his children to the nursing home.

It's just ... this son of Zhang Jing, he also heard a little, people are not disgusted with medical skills, this is a life-saving thing, so no matter how Confucian students restrain business and work, they have never heard of suppressing medicine, In fact, many Confucian students love to read some medical books, and occasionally give others a bit of sickness.

Therefore, for that Zhang Sen bachelor, Wang Ao also admired it.

Looking at the proud Zhang Jing, Wang Ao felt a little envy in his heart.

Although you are expensive as a bureaucrat, but your son ... how many achievements will be made?

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