Wang You knew and understood that his prodigal son had pawned all the things in the family at the pawn shop, but now something was wrong with him.

Are all the things back?

"Hiss... You read that right, right? There are so many things, and this bastard can redeem them all. I'm afraid it won't be possible in the next life!"

"Uncle... how could I be wrong? I looked at a few of those things, and they were indeed the things that left our uncle's house in Qingyuan..."

"There are still many treasures here that were missing from your uncle's collection..."

...

Lost and found!

What is lost and found? At this moment, Wang You has a very intimate understanding of this word, the kind that sticks to your face...

"This is my fine brush washer from the Song Dynasty... I wonder where it went. After I lost it, I even lost my calligraphy skills..."

The old housekeeper thought: Uncle...are you really serious about your skills in wielding swords and guns, leading armies in war, and playing with calligraphy?

"And this... let me tell you, this is the famous painting that the emperor gave me when I was in trouble... I heard it was painted by a great master in the Song Dynasty... Anyway, it is extremely precious."

Old housekeeper: .....

All kinds of things were gradually moved into the house by the servants and the driver who transported things. Wang You's smile could almost see his back molars.

"That's right...slow down, slow down...don't drop this baby!"

"What? What to do with the tables and chairs now? Send them all to the kitchen to chop down the fire..."

"Hang it here, hang it here, slow down...this calligraphy and painting is a delicate thing, so don't break it."

Today's Qingyuan Uncle's Mansion.

Extremely lively.

At this moment, Wang Siqi was sitting on the carriage going home with a worried expression. After thinking for a long time, he still said to Wu De who was driving the carriage: "I'm not going home now. I'll go to Baoyuan Bureau first..."

"good.."

Waiting for death?

This is not Wang Siqi's character, nor is it something Wang Siqi can do. In his previous life, he had no power, so he naturally lived in fear.

But now myself.

He is the son of Uncle Yuan of Ming Dynasty and Qing Dynasty.

After his cheap father leaves Hexi, he will become a new hereditary uncle and his status will be fulfilled.

"It's just an engineering department, a little doctor... hum... If you want my Baoyuan Bureau, you want my Baoyuan Bureau's money, let's see if you have such good teeth."

In the Baoyuan Bureau, Er Gouzi and the craftsmen were not looking very well.

When doing things today.

I don’t know who sent the news, saying that from now on, most of the money earned by the Baoyuan Bureau will be given to the Ministry of Works, and I will be able to keep only a small part...

"We are all gentlemen... Let me get straight to the point. Think about what kind of life our Baoyuan Bureau lived before Mr. Wang came here."

"Compared with before, can we not miss Mr. Wang?"

"Where were those gentlemen from the Ministry of Industry when we couldn't afford food and clothing? Where were they when Mr. Wang came to Baoyuan Bureau with nothing to lose and helped us make money and live a good life from scratch!"

"Now, our Baoyuan Bureau's Baoyuan Aged Wine is very popular. It's time to make money. Now we are told to hand over all the money we make!"

"Don't talk about this matter, Mr. Wang! I, the second son, will not agree to it for the first time!"

"No! No!"

"Yes! Why, we have only had a few good days..."

It is not unreasonable for the craftsmen to be filled with righteous indignation. Since Wang Siqi arrived at Baoyuan Bureau, every craftsman has lived the good life they dreamed of.

Every morning.

When you arrive at the winery or mint, there are already women preparing freshly made white flour steamed buns and solid porridge.

White rice and noodles, served with the well-known time-honored pickles in the capital, and not only that, everyone also has a boiled egg. What kind of day are these! Even the landlords in the countryside would not dare to eat like this!

At noon, everyone has an hour to rest.

In the words of Mr. Wang: "Only with adequate rest can we have greater energy..."

Braised pork, white rice.

Bring meat every time, and eat until your belly is round.

In the afternoon, work was scheduled to end at the right time. The hand-made noodles made by the virtuous women early made the craftsmen applaud and praise them.

"We don't want to!"

"That's right! Why should the money earned by Baoyuan Bureau be turned over to the Ministry of Industry? What did they do when we were living a hard life without enough food to eat!"

Such a scene gradually became louder and louder as the number of craftsmen gradually gathered in Baoyuan Bureau from various wineries and workshops after work was over.

.....

Outside the Baoyuan Bureau.

Zhu Gaochi looked at the large number of craftsmen in a daze, blocking the door of Baoyuan Bureau. He turned his head and looked at the guard aside and said, "Do you understand?"

The guard was puzzled, but he still responded: "Your Highness... you don't understand."

"You can't understand it, and I can't understand it either..."

"But I'm different from you. As I watched...I slowly began to understand."

Wang Siqi had told Zhu Gaochi countless times before that he could not continue to turn a blind eye to the treatment of the craftsmen, but the court must take the initiative to make the lives of these craftsmen better.

Technology is the primary productive force.

If these words had been placed before... Zhu Gaochi's feelings were actually not very profound. After all, he didn't know much about craftsmen.

But at this time, Zhu Gaochi felt like he understood something.

"As an official... you can only be convincing if you make the people under your command live a good life and live a better life than before."

"This has nothing to do with the age, status, rank, or background of the official... The craftsmen of Baoyuan Bureau have already recognized Wang Siqi from the bottom of their hearts."

Zhu Gaochi squinted his eyes, and his already somewhat invisible eyes became even more difficult to see. The expression on his face already showed some insights.

The guard on the side said: "Your Highness, I just don't understand...why the Ministry of Industry wants to attack Baoyuan Bureau."

"silver."

"silver?"

"But how much money the Ministry of Industry uses each year is naturally managed by the Ministry of Household Affairs, isn't it? Why do we have to find a solution for Baoyuan Bureau?"

Sighing, Zhu Gaochi said: "These days, there is no one who dislikes having too much money."

for this sentence.

Zhu Gaochi, the prince who oversees the country, has the most say. His father often leads troops to the grasslands and fights with the gang of Canyuan Mongolia. Behind this is all grain, grass and money. Zhu Gaochi wants to give up a penny every time.
Chapter completed!