Zhu Jun looked at Xie Jin. After this boy came to Fengyang, his mouth became sweeter and sweeter. This flattery made him feel comfortable, "If possible, I would rather not be this living Bodhisattva!"

Xie Jin understood what Zhu Jun meant and said: "The people all said that Fengyang has been changing every day since your highness came to Fengyang.

Zhongdu also looks like Zhongdu.”

"Okay, okay, I'll approve it for you!" Zhu Jun waved his hand and quickly wrote the approval note, "Go to Dabao and ask for some money!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Xie Jin took the approval slip, bowed respectfully, and then turned and left.

After Xie Jin left, Cai Guan and others also came in order, one by one, all asking for money.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of taels of silver were released.

Shen Dabao was the last one to come in. He is now the logistics manager of Fengyang. He is very busy. The meat he finally raised has been reduced again. "Your Highness, this is the expenditure and revenue for this month.

Please take a look!"

Zhu Jun took it over and took a look, his eyelids jumped, "You spent nearly 700,000 taels this month?"

Shen Dabao gave a wry smile, the expenses for the projects in the north of the capital, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the Endeavor Hall and the palace were all just a small amount.

In addition, we have recruited more than 10,000 people from the disaster victims, and most of the remaining unsuitable people have found jobs for them, so our pressure has been reduced a lot.

Starting from this month, they can be self-sufficient and do not need us to take care of three meals a day.

The bulk of it is still here in Fengyang, and the first compensation payment to those craftsmen has been paid, so the cost is huge."

Zhu Jun nodded and looked at this month's income, "Thousands of flowers, lottery tickets, mirrors... The net profit of the Shen family's properties is... one hundred and thirty thousand taels of silver!"

Leaving aside the compensation for the craftsmen and the compensation for the victims, the business of Prince Wu's Mansion is quite troublesome.

After all, Zhu Jun himself has a lot of capital, and with the addition of the Shen family, there are even more.

Whether craftsmen or victims, they can only use public money to do their work.

If he is allowed to give this money, he can only give it for a while, not for a lifetime.

Just one Fengyang requires so much money. How many state capitals does Daye have?

There is no point in selling Zhu Jun, so we have to use the least amount of money to leverage more money.

"Sixth Master, let me tell you the truth, we are losing money all the time. Fengyang is the Fengyang of the imperial court, not the Fengyang of Prince Wu's palace..."

"I know." Zhu Jun said: "There are more than one million taels of silver coming from the capital now, which is definitely enough to resettle the victims, and it won't be a problem in the end.

But there are still more than two million taels of vacancies, and it is unrealistic for the court to fill them..."

If Zhu Jun had a darker heart, it would be much easier if he didn't care about those craftsmen.

But people still have to have some conscience. Seventy thousand craftsmen worked day and night to create a miracle in a small county.

They left their homes and could not get enough salary or even enough food to eat. This was the fault of the imperial court.

What was lost was the hearts and minds of 70,000 people.

He still needs these 70,000 craftsmen to build a prosperous Zhongdu. Even in the future, he will still have great use for these people!

"Besides that, we also need to control floods. This is another expense. The money from the capital will be enough."

Having said this, Zhu Jun couldn't help but sigh.

Shen Dabao was even more worried. He, the logistics manager, was miserable because everyone asked him for money.

He didn't feel bad about using the money from the imperial court, but using the money from Prince Wu's palace to help the imperial court would be more uncomfortable than killing him.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, Zhu Jun tapped his fingers on the table, "It's time to finalize the location of the industrial park outside the city. Let's build the factory first, and then find ways to attract investment.

The water is now under control, but the flood control period has not yet passed, so we must hurry up and strengthen the dams and build as many dams as we can.

After the repairs are completed, a shipping department will be established, which will surely be an important source of income in the future.

Send an invitation letter to those people from Yingtian Chamber of Commerce and ask them to come to Fengyang to buy property.

Just as I said before, tax-free and free, I will use the status of twenty Yuanwailang to reward them.

As long as businesses build properties here, the place will prosper over time."

This is also Zhu Jun's back-up plan. Although Fengyang still has many shortcomings at the moment, it is much better when it comes.

"Repair the main road as soon as possible and speed up..."

Shen Dabao memorized the things he had to do one by one, "Yes, Mr. Liu!"

The next day, Zhu Jun still led a large army to train around Zhongdu.

Now the people in Fengyang have become accustomed to it and even feel very safe.

Tang Ding left the Zhongdu Palace, looked at Zhu Jun who was training with the soldiers, and nodded secretly. No matter how good he was at training soldiers, if he could eat and live with the soldiers, he would be able to manage these people well.

When he entered the Huaixi Governor's Mansion, he summoned the people below and put them in order.

His prestige was far greater than that of Wu Lang, so he took control of the situation easily.

On that day, he mobilized 20,000 people and put them at Zhu Jun's command.

But when he thought that the city defense was still taken over by the Suzaku Army, he personally approached Zhu Jun to discuss returning the management rights of the city defense.

Zhu Jun did not seize Qiao either. In the final analysis, the Zhuque Army was just a private army of Prince Wu, and taking over Zhongdu was also a temporary measure. It was impossible to turn against the enemy.

"Good son-in-law, don't worry, we, father-in-law and father-in-law, will be able to manage Fengyang well if we work together!" Tang Ding was also happy to see his son-in-law giving him face like this.

"What my father-in-law said is true, but my son-in-law has something to do here, so I'll leave first!" Zhu Jun cupped his hands and left in a hurry.

A few days ago, after Xu An sorted out the unjust, false and wrong cases, he was escorted to Beijing by Zhu Jun. Later intelligence information reminded that Xu An was chopped into pieces by Lao Zhu less than half a month after entering Beijing.

They peeled the skins, filled them with grass, and lit sky lanterns.

Xu An's fate showed that Wu Lang and Xue Yang would not have it easy either, but given their status, they had to be more cautious if they wanted to kill them.

The game between the various parties in the imperial court was beyond Zhu Jun's control.

He only needs to intervene at the critical moment.

When Xu An fell, Fengyang naturally needed a new prefect.

The new prefect was none other than Fang Keqin, who had cleared his grievances.

Interestingly, after Fang Keqin came to Beijing, Song Lian tried hard to win him over, but Fang Keqin ignored him at all.

Lao Zhu also admired Fang Keqin's integrity and incorruptibility very much, and directly appointed him as a third-rank civil official in the capital and minister of Taichang Temple.

From the fourth grade to the third grade, Fang Keqin even jumped several levels, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

But the Kachin refused to grant him the title and did not want to be an official in the capital, so they begged Lao Zhu to decentralize the government.

He said: "There are many people in the capital, and it doesn't matter whether there is Fang Keqin or not. I hope that Your Majesty can send the ministers to those remote areas, where they are needed more!"

To be an official for thousands of miles is to make money, who wouldn't be eager to go to the capital?
Chapter completed!