Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned again.

Without business there is no wealth, without industry there is no strength, without farming there is no stability?

This sentence is quite interesting.

"This sentence was also taught to you by the Shen family?"

"No, I figured this out myself!"

"Then tell me what you understand about this." Zhu Yuanzhang said.

"That's what it means literally." Zhu Jun said: "Businessmen send goods from south to north, and the rare goods can be lived in, although there is a suspicion of speculation.

But that also comes with costs and risks.

It's like I run a lottery shop.

First, take out ten thousand taels of silver.

If someone is lucky and wins the jackpot in one go, I will lose ten thousand taels.

In this morning, I only gained seven or eight hundred taels from my bets!"

"Seven or eight hundred taels in one morning, is that still too little for you?" Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned.

"Is it a lot? I used to pay a thousand taels of silver to win or lose a cockfight!"

"Are you still proud?" Zhu Yuanzhang slapped him with his backhand, "You are a prodigal, if you fight cocks again in the future, I will beat you to death!"

Zhu Jun rubbed his head and said aggrievedly: "That's why I gave the fighting cock to my eldest nephew!"

Zhu Yuanzhang also knew about this. Zhu Yingxiong kept the fighting cock in the imperial garden and lied to him about killing it during the New Year to replenish his health, but he didn't expose it.

"If you dare to take our eldest grandson to a cockfight, I will hang you up and beat you!"

"I know, Dad!" Zhu Jun nodded and immediately continued: "This is only the first day, and today will not exceed 1,800 taels at most.

In the next two days, I will add some new lottery methods. To be conservative, it is not a big problem to get two thousand taels of silver a day.

In one month, that's sixty thousand taels of silver. If you're conservative, it's six hundred thousand taels in one year.

After discounting the cost of lottery tickets and the probability of winning, it’s not a problem to make a profit of 400,000 yuan a year.”

One year, four hundred thousand taels?

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned.

Daye's current annual grain tax, silk and silk, converted into silver, are only more than 4 million taels (take the Wanli Dynasty as an example. Although Wanli was not great, its tax revenue was the peak of the Ming Dynasty. With a population of 60 million, the tax revenue was only 2,000 taels.

Ten thousand taels).

A small lottery ticket with a net profit of 400,000 taels?

"Are you sure?"

"I just estimate that if it is run properly, it will not be a dream to set up lottery offices in state capitals across the country in the future, and it will not be a dream to earn millions a year." At this point, Zhu Jun brought the topic back, "So dad, although businessmen make money, as long as it is not bribery

Officials who stir up trouble and endanger the people, but the imperial court and the country, can stay on the sidelines.

As for not being strong without work, it's even simpler.

The agricultural tools created by craftsmen can improve the efficiency of planting. Not only that, they can also be used to create hard armor.

Indestructible weapons are the guarantee of victory in battle.

And agriculture is the line of defense that stabilizes society. No matter how chaotic the world is, as long as the people are well fed and clothed warmly, there will be no unrest."

Zhu Yuanzhang put away his surprise and looked at Zhu Jun. He had previously suggested "relief through work" but thought it was a mistake.

Looking now, it seems that my 'crazy son' has advantages in some aspects that ordinary people don't have.

For example, he is good at summarizing, observing, and providing some easy-to-understand methods that those who claim to be smart cannot even think of.

On the contrary, Zhu Jun, who has a pure mind and is full of fun, is more sensitive.

One million taels of silver, if done correctly, wouldn't it be possible to earn six to seven hundred thousand taels a year?

If it can be collected, it will not greatly relieve the pressure on the court.

"You have done it first before talking!" Zhu Yuanzhang deliberately said with a straight face: "Stop talking nonsense here!"

"I'm not talking big words!" Zhu Jun patted his chest and said, "Dad, just keep an eye on me, I guarantee there will be no problem!"

"Get up!" Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Remember, we will allow you to fool around this time. If you make money, you must use it for the victims.

If you don’t know how to use it, just give us the money and we will help you!”

Damn it!

Lao Zhu is so shameless!

Even a fool knows how to use money, but he doesn’t know how to use it?

"Dad, this is my business!"

"What's wrong with you? What didn't I give you?" Zhu Yuanzhang was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. His fur suddenly exploded and he slapped him again with his backhand.

However, this time, he hit Zhu Jun without any force, just like scratching an itch.

Just at this time, a voice came from the stairs, and Zhu Yuanzhang said to Zhu Jun: "No one is allowed to say what I just told you, do you understand?"

"I know!" Zhu Jun was helpless.

"Also, you didn't go to Yingtian Mansion to recruit people?" Zhu Yuanzhang said.

"Aren't you busy making a bet with Academician Song?"

"Bet, bet, bet, you know how to bet!" Zhu Yuanzhang raised his voice and slapped him again.

Zhu Yingxiong happened to see this scene, and the little guy was so frightened that he quickly put the lottery ticket behind him, shrank his neck, and swallowed, "Emperor, Grandpa Huang..."

"Dasun, how many bets did you buy?" Zhu Yuanzhang changed his fierce attitude and asked with a smile.

"Oh, I bought a hundred bets. Anyway, if you don't win, it will be given to the victims. It doesn't hurt to buy more!"

"Our eldest grandson is still kind-hearted, but you must remember it. Don't imitate your bastard Sixth Uncle, who knows how to gamble all day long!"

Zhu Jun's teeth ached when he heard it. The son was picked up, and the grandson is the one he kissed, right?

"I understand, Grandpa Huang!" Zhu Yingxiong nodded.

Zhu Yuanzhang warned Zhu Jun a few more words before leaving with Zhu Yingxiong. He had more important things to do.

But when he reached the stairs, Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Tomorrow is the fifteenth day, remember to come to the court meeting!"

"Ah, oh!" Zhu Jun scratched his head, "Dad, what did I say when I went?"

"Shut up and just put your ears on!" Zhu Yuanzhang said and left with Zhu Yingxiong.

Yang Xian took a deep look at Zhu Jun before leaving.

When we took stock in the afternoon, we found a total of one thousand eight hundred and forty taels of silver.

It’s pretty much what Zhu Jun thought.

Although ten thousand taels of silver is attractive enough, it is not exciting enough.

He called Li Jiba over, "We need to get that scratch-off ticket out as soon as possible, and we need to keep it safe at night, I think someone will cause trouble!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

That night, Zhu Jun received news that the lottery shop almost caught fire, but he made preparations in advance and the fire went out before it started.

This is because someone doesn't want to make things easier for him.

He thought about it and decided to make plans for himself in advance.

He looked at the list he got from Cai Wen and had an idea in his mind.

Immediately, he held a candle and wrote a book. The character had a vigorous and powerful face.

When the ink dried, he called Li Jiba, "Throw these into their mansions to make things cleaner!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" Li Jiba took a few letters and disappeared into the darkness.

After finishing all this, Zhu Jun was so tired that he hit Ha Qie.

As the saying goes, a good man has three gangs, and he must make good use of these people.

It was night, Feng Xiang was waiting, and Zhang Long was wiping the iron certificate given by the emperor.

Looking at the iron ticket that I had risked my life to obtain, I felt indescribable satisfaction in my heart.
Chapter completed!