As he said that, the old man frowned again, "It's really new to the official money house, but the money house is all about money, so you have to grasp it."
Then he said with some concern, "But don't be like those private money houses, and you can't repay the money at any time. You have to watch it, don't let the black-hearted officials take advantage of the loopholes and raise big rats and fat insects!"
Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, "That's why my grandson added the word "royal" to the money house!"
As he said that, he sat down next to the old man and poured tea for the old man. "This money house was handled by his grandson, and the principal was 3 million taels in total, but half of the money in the treasury was our private treasury, which means that this money house was equivalent to our own family."
"Whoever wants to fool or profit from it is unclear, just consider your own head." As he said that, he smiled again, and served the tea ceremony with both hands. "Besides, the word "royal" sounds noble, and the people recognize it after seeing it!"
"They dare to fool the people and not fool the emperor, right? You have to be careful anyway!" The old man curled his lips, "Be careful, there is no big mistake. Once the reputation and people's hearts are destroyed, there is no place to cry!"
As the father and son were talking, they saw the door that the money house could accommodate four people to enter side by side suddenly opened. Then dozens of people wearing uniform blue civil servants came out from inside one after another.
Then, these people began to remove the door panel and hang the covers.
At the same time, he saw Zhao Sili standing along the street with a group of patrol soldiers.
This scene made all the pedestrians on the street stop and watch. Soon, several circles of people were crowded around, and while watching, they guessed what the place was doing.
Then, amid the exclamations of the onlookers, a row of strong men stood in front of the money shop, shouting in unison.
"According to the order, the Ministry of Revenue supervises the Royal Money House of the Ming Dynasty to benefit the world..."
"Hi, the money house run by the court, the official one?"
"What court, haven't you seen the word "royal"? The emperor's!"
"This is so fresh!"
The onlookers were amazed, and those who knew the words looked at the notice posted on the door.
But some people whispered, "Is the court so crazy that he is poor? If something happens to the government, how can he make the decision? If something happens to you? If you swallow it in one bite, you won't have any bones left."
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"In the future, the salaries of officials in Beijing and military salaries of the Beijing camp will be paid by the Royal Money House of the Ming Dynasty!" On the second floor of the teahouse, Zhu Yunsheng sat beside the old man and smiled, "It's convenient and easy to save trouble!"
"Salary?" The old man bit his back teeth and glared, "Give the money in real time?"
"The salaries of officials should be real!" Zhu Yunsheng smiled, "Or it would be the silk and food every year..."
"How much does that cost?" the old man said dissatisfied, "Isn't this a prodigal family? They already have money, who can live on their salary? The little tax and silver ended up in their pockets..."
"Don't be anxious!" Zhu Yunxiu explained patiently and smiled, "It's not for cash, but for silver notes." As he said, he paused, "It's just paper notes!"
"Oh, this is OK!" The old man nodded and grinned.
After saying this, the old man understood that the Ming Dynasty learned from the previous dynasty of Dayuan. However, the thing depreciated rapidly, and the people felt that it was hard to wipe their butts.
If you use paper money to pay salaries to officials, you will definitely be discounted when exchanging money. If you calculate inside and outside, the court will suffer losses.
The old man likes to watch the most in his life is the loss of being an official. In his heart, there is such a simple plot.
But Zhu Yunqiu never thought of discounting paper money. It is unrealistic to implement paper money at this stage. The biggest reason is that this thing does not equal real money and silver, and the people also need time to accept it.
Officials must be fully exchanged for silver notes and banknotes, and they must first establish prestige and reputation so that they can have credibility.
At this moment, footsteps came from the stairs.
The commander of the Jinyiwei, He Guangyi, bowed to the wooden box in both hands, then knelt directly beside the old man and raised him high.
"What's this?" The old man was a little confused.
"The number one silver note in Tianzi!" Zhu Yunxi smiled and opened the wooden box, and took out an exquisite silver note from it.
It is one foot tall and six inches wide. It is made of sophisticated mulberry paper. It is very thick and weighs when you touch it.
The front of the silver note is a few big characters from the Royal Bank of the Ming Dynasty, surrounded by complex patterns. The edges are covered with red cabin seals, and the Ministry of Revenue of the Ming Dynasty.
On the left is February 28th, the second year of Yongchang, and on the right is the first number of Tianzi.
In the middle, there is a piece of Ming silver dollar.
There are a few lines of small characters at the bottom. The Ministry of Revenue reports the official tickets. Anyone who is willing to exchange the official tickets for silver and money will be fully exchanged without deviation. If there are counterfeits, the three tribes of the barbarians will be given.
In fact, forgery is impossible. The people themselves do not have the ability to make mulberry paper. Moreover, the patterns on each silver note and various obscure numbers have unique meanings. Each silver note in the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Industry has a registered record.
"Grandpa Emperor, this is what my grandson prepared for you. The first official silver note in the Ming Dynasty Royal Money House!" Zhu Yunsheng smiled.
The old man's eyes became a little complicated, and he flipped the silver bill in his hands and exposed it on the back, with several lines of small characters on the back.
"The Emperor Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty deposited a piece of silver dollars and it was exchanged as soon as it was seen."
"Our?" The old man smiled, "What's the use of just pulling these Reagans?"
Although I disliked it, the next second I still carefully folded the silver note, put it in my arms and patted it with my big hands.
At this time, the noisy street downstairs suddenly became silent.
The old man looked out curiously. The people who had just leaned their heads and talked happily were retreating together, and looked fearful.
Not far away, a team of nearly thousands of infantrymen walked through Jubao Gate under the leadership of the general.
"Who dispatched the soldiers?" The old man's eyes immediately stood up.
"Today is the day to pay military salaries." Zhu Yunsheng smiled, "All of them are here to collect the money?"
Only then did the old man see clearly that the soldiers were all naked and wore war jackets instead of iron armor.
"The soldiers cannot give money." The old man stood up and walked to the window, "I have to give it enough!"
Zhu Yunxiu also stood up and smiled, "Or why should my grandson accompany you to have an old age and have a look!"
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The father and the other men got down from the upstairs, and were escorted by casual Jinyiwei, and entered the lobby of the money house through the side door.
In the lobby, there are a row of counters that are half a person tall. Behind each counter is a man like an accountant. Behind them are rows of large cabinets, some with account books and some with silver silver dollars.
"Look in line!" The shouts of generals came from outside.
The combat effectiveness of an army can be seen from the atmosphere. Although the soldiers queuing up were impatient, they still obeyed the orders and no one made any noise.
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There was a sound in the quiet money house lobby.
The sound of speaking, abacus and the sound of the silver dollar hitting sounds mixed together, which seemed a bit noisy but at the same time was orderly.
"I'll get the military pay!"
A young soldier stood in front of the counter closest to the old man and Zhu Yunxiu, looking around curiously.
He looked about the same age as Zhu Yunyu, but his figure was even more burly. His face was covered with the weather-beaten darkness and the rebelliousness of arrogant soldiers.
"Famous brand!" said the person behind the counter.
The soldier was stunned at first, then quickly pulled off the bronze medal from his neck and handed it over.
"Do you have a great name?" The person behind the counter was holding a famous brand and flipping through the account book to compare.
"You are blind, don't it say it?" the soldier cursed.
"Zhang Baotang, don't be rude!" The general in charge of the team in the hall shouted, "What did you tell you before you come? You're looking for a scam, right?"
Zhu Yunqi clearly saw that the soldier named Zhang Gou'er had an indifferent sneer on the corner of his mouth.
Then he looked at the person behind the counter and said lazily, "Zhang Baotang, the left-shou C team of Xiaoyiying, Xiaojun, served in the army for four years, and beheaded two levels."
"Wait!" The accountant behind the counter quickly flipped through the list in his hand, then picked up the pen and put it on it quickly. "There is a total of three months of military pay, which is 5.5 yuan in total. Should it be taken zero or whole, or is it in the bank?"
"Come it now! I will only have a day off for a whole day, and I will still grind my teeth with you!" Zhang Baotang said angrily, "Why should I save my money here?"
"This kid has a bad temper?" the old man laughed in a low voice.
The accountant quickly counted out silver dollars and copper coins carefully from behind the counter, and opened them in rows on the counter, "Do you dot!"
Zhang Baotang's fingers as thick as water radish, "One, two, three..."
After counting, he carefully grabbed it in his hand and turned around.
His side face was full of smiles, and he squeezed a silver dollar and blew it hard, put it in his ear and listened to the seductive sound.
"The young man!" the old man said, "What's the use of getting military pay?"
Zhang Baotang smiled with a little smugness, "Let my mother save it and keep it for her to marry a wife!"