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Zhu Biao thought for a while and said: "Sell them 10,000 shi of grain, which will triple the price, and then ask them to recruit and rescue orphans, at least to ensure that they can survive."
Chen Rong promised, and then said hesitantly: "The man named Xun just said that if we sell more than 10,000 shi of grain, it may be difficult to raise that much cash at once. I would like to ask if I can use the land and shop to offset part of it."
Zhu Biao nodded disapprovingly. He was not here to make money. Besides, once these corrupt officials died, all the stolen money and stolen goods would have to be taken back to the imperial court. For example, acres of land would usually be sold to the people at a low price after the disaster has passed so that they can be cultivated and passed on.
Home.
This is the reason why Zhu Biao has been too lazy to do business. If he just wants to earn money in the Ming Dynasty, then why bother thinking about it? The crown prince of a great country is the king of the world. In one word, he can have as much as he wants.
Since ancient times in China, people with power have always had wealth. Empty wealth without power is nothing more than leeks left to be harvested by others.
Just relax the policy and you can breed big businessmen in a few years. In the same way, you can make them hand over everything with a random order. A mere merchant or a county magistrate can destroy his family at will.
In the afternoon, after Zhang Heng woke up, he invited Zhu Biao to drink tea and listen to operas together. The operas in the land of Shaanxi and Gansu also have a unique and rough flavor, which is different from the feeling of people living in small bridges and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River.
Neither of them talked about food. Zhang Heng did have the feeling that a scholar-bureaucrat was ashamed of talking about profit, and looked down on the lowly business of merchants. This behavior made Zhu Biao quite nauseous. He was ashamed of talking about profit, but not ashamed of corruption.
, I don’t know how I developed this aloofness.
Zhu Biao was too lazy to stay for the dinner. After some refusal, Zhang Heng asked Zhang Mingyuan to send him out in person, and also gave him several collected paintings and calligraphy from Tang and Song Dynasties.
Zhu Biao got into the car and drove back to his temporary residence and took a shower quickly. Such an official seemed quite dignified at first sight, but the more he looked at it, the more he could sense the rancid smell inside. Zhu Biao now remembered that he had once talked about the Zhang family.
Father and son, some beautiful ladies are so sick that they want to vomit because they are thieves.
No matter how impressive the corrupt officials are on the surface, they are all dirty and dirty inside. If ordinary people are deceived by them like this, they will sooner or later be dragged down and become the same raccoon dogs.
Zhu Biao was sitting in the bathtub, his black hair spread on his white back, and his face was a little red from the heat. Liu An and Zhao Huaian were serving water beside him.
Thinking back on everything he had done in the past few days and the benefits he had gained from ten thousand shi of food, Zhu Biao couldn't help but ponder. If he hadn't come in person, who would not be affected and who would be able to deal with it impartially?
As long as you join them, you will be able to acquire inexhaustible wealth for three generations to eat and drink in one fell swoop. You will also get to know a group of colleagues who have great power in the local area. In the future, you will have benefits and allies no matter what you do, and it will also be helpful for your promotion and appointment...
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In addition to some risks, there are too many benefits to mention. The imperial minister said it nicely, but when he returns to the capital, he is only a sixth- or seventh-rank Yushitai official. There are a few people who are really willing to be a free-spirited official for the rest of their lives.
What's more, Zhu Biao is very experienced. It has only been two days. Zhang Mingyuan just said that he would take him to have fun tomorrow. If you dare to play, we will dare to serve you.
Gold, silver, jewelry, beauties, beauties, calligraphy, paintings, poems, strange rocks and exotic animals, whatever you like, people play with you, so that you can enjoy yourself comfortably without having to think about anything, even the way out is arranged for you.
In the afternoon, Zhang Heng also gave him a prescription, which was an exclusive secret recipe developed by Li Kai, a famous doctor from Shaanxi and Gansu. It turned out that Zhang Heng found out that the old lady of the Chen family had pain in her waist and legs, and even the famous doctors in Hangzhou were not optimistic about it, so he specially prepared it.
Who is Chen Yunze? He is the concubine of General Secretary Chen Youzong. He is barely a commoner. Zhang Heng is helping him to please the old lady of the Chen family. His filial piety is as great as heaven. If the old lady is happy, Chen Youzong will naturally be happy too.
, Chen Yunze has not just stood up in the family.
This consideration is so considerate, it is not just about working on external things, but it is really thinking about you from your perspective. Zhu Biao couldn't help but shudder when he took over the pharmacy.
The ability of corrupt officials to corrupt others is terrifying, and we know why the imperial court sent four or five waves of imperial envoys for disaster relief inspections, but none of them had much effect.
How many upright ministers can there be like Qian Tang and Han Qi? Can Zhang Fan, Guo Chong, and Li Jin always remain upright in the future?
Unknowingly, the water cooled down, and just as Zhu Biao was about to come out, Zhao Huaian went out and came back to report: "Master, Miss Qinglian wants to see you."
Zhu Biao stepped out of the tub, dried his body and put on light clothes under Liu An's service. However, his long hair hanging behind him was still dripping with water: "Call in."
Zhu Biao walked back to the bedchamber and sat on a chair, stopping Liu An who wanted to help him wipe his hair. After a while, he wore a white floor-length plum blossom dress with a plum blossom and water skirt, a moon satin embroidered magnolia flying butterfly dress, and a tie around his waist.
There is an emerald green belt, the waist is twisted tightly, and the buttocks below are indeed very straight, and he is holding a firefly fan in his hand.
Qing Lian walked in and met Zhu Biao's deep and indifferent eyes. She completely forgot about the words she had prepared and just bowed slightly clumsily.
Zhu Biao looked at her for a while and then asked Liu An to give him the towel to wipe his hair. Liu An was stunned. The towel in his hand was embroidered with dragon patterns and was used by the palace. He didn't know if he should give it to the Qing Dynasty.
Lian, it's better to get an ordinary one yourself.
"My hands are clumsy. This towel is a little dirty. I'll give it to Miss Qinglian and change it."
Only then did Zhu Biao see the pattern on the scarf, but it was no big deal. Even if word spread, it would be fine. After all, in the eyes of others, he was a man who climbed onto the bed in the East Palace. There were several silk scarves used by the imperial family.
Belongs to normal.
However, it is a good thing that the people below are more cautious, and Zhu Biao will naturally not attack them. Liu An quickly fetched an ordinary pair, and Qing Lian took it and obediently walked behind Zhu Biao to wipe his dark hair. Fortunately, now
In midsummer, you won’t feel cold.
Liu An and Zhao Huai'an both stood aside with their heads bowed. Old God Zhu Biao was smelling the fragrance coming from behind and closing his eyes in deep thought. But Qing Lian was a little confused. She had learned a lot since she was a child, and she was no worse than a lady from a famous family.
, the head of the household naturally understands.
But everything here is incomprehensible. I thought that Mr. Chen was just like a normal dude, he would eat her up when he saw her, but now he felt like he didn't care at all. Could it be that he really likes to break up?
Sleeve man?
No wonder there were two men waiting beside her, and the maid couldn't even get in. Qing Lian felt a little miserable when she thought about this. She was a miserable person who couldn't help herself, and she thought she could be given to a young master.
Consider yourself lucky, even if you give him a wife, it is better than being given to those disgusting old men, but you didn't expect that he is not good at women...
