The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 50 [050] Xue Baochai's love is slightly revealed, Zhang Shoufu is aggressive
At the same time, in Pear Fragrance Garden.

The maid Ying'er was helping Xue Baochai to make the bed when she accidentally found a folding fan under her pillow.

Yinger casually opened the folding fan and saw a poem written on the fan. Out of curiosity, she recited softly:

"When I was a teenager in fresh clothes and angry horses, I lived up to my youth and knew how to do it."

The lead cloud is like a curtain and the rain is like a pour, and the thunder is like a blowing wind like a complaint.

The wheel turned and the horse neighed, galloping freely for eight thousand miles,
People have not reached their hearts, but their hearts have arrived, and millions of heroes are crushing the city.

The majestic water column is as dense as a waterfall, paving the way with blood from the South and the North.

Swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, who will not accept it when it sweeps across the universe? "

When she finished reading the last word, Xue Baochai suddenly walked in from the outside.

When Xue Baochai saw the folding fan in Yinger's hand, her expression changed immediately, and she hurriedly rushed up in small steps, snatched the folding fan, scowled, staring at her almond-shaped eyes, and said angrily:

"You little hoof, why are you moving my things?"

Ying'er hastily saluted Qian'er, and apologized humbly:

"Miss, I didn't do it on purpose. I accidentally saw it under your pillow when I helped you tidy up the quilt just now. I was a little curious, so I opened it."

She never expected that Miss Bao, who has always been dignified, elegant and considerate to her servants, would suddenly lose her temper and lose her temper.

Xue Baochai took a deep breath, folded the unfolded fan, looked slightly calm, waved his hands and said:

"I see. Just remember not to move this fan in the future. You can go out. I'm tired and want to sleep for a while."

"Yes, miss!"

When Yinger left the room in a panic, Xue Baochai locked the door behind her, then lay on her side on the bed, hugged the folding fan in her arms, and closed her eyes restlessly, but Jia Qiang's smiling face appeared in her mind.

"How many long nights, I slept peacefully in wishful thinking, let the deep-rooted longing, gnawed until dawn. I want his blushing ears, I want the stars in his eyes, I want him to look at me and not move open eyes"

On the other side, in Luxue Nunnery.

Jia Qiang was very curious about Mr. Zhang's identity, but when they met for the first time, he was taboo to make shallow conversations. Since Mr. Zhang didn't reveal his identity, it was inconvenient for him to ask more questions.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm just a commoner. Please forgive me for not being able to answer any questions related to the court." Jia Qiang smiled lightly, showing her bottom line first, so as to prevent Mr. Zhang from asking sensitive questions.

Zhang Juzheng said with a smile on the ground:
"Don't worry, Qiang'er, the old man will not make things difficult for you. Let me ask you a question that has been encountered in all dynasties:

That is, when the common people encounter a famine, the grain merchants are unwilling to lower the price to sell grain, but take this opportunity to drive up the grain price. How should we solve this dilemma? "

Jia Qiang smiled lightly and said, "Of course the court needs to distribute relief food."

Zhang Juzheng asked: "If the imperial court can't provide enough food, what should we do?"

Jia Qiang said surprisingly:

"Then the imperial court will find a way to continue to raise the price of grain, the higher the better, so that the problem can be solved fundamentally,"

As soon as these words came out, there was a gasp in the room.

Huang Lao, Zhang Lao and Jia Zhen were all shocked and dumbfounded.

Even Qingwen realized that this plan was outrageous, she secretly winked at Jia Qiang, trying to remind Jia Qiang to stop talking nonsense.

Jia Qiang smiled and winked at her, giving her a reassuring wink.

Zhang Juzheng suddenly snorted coldly and said:

"What nonsense! Those ordinary people can't afford to buy food already, and if you want the court to raise the price of food, wouldn't the people be able to afford it even more? If you implement your plan, how many hungry people will starve to death? "

Although Huang Lao didn't speak, he nodded silently. He was curious whether his son had taken the wrong medicine?How could such outrageous advice be given?

Unexpectedly, facing Zhang Juzheng's accusation, Jia Qiang calmly smiled and said:

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, I'll analyze it for you, and you will understand."

Zhang Juzheng sneered angrily and said:

"Okay, then I'll listen to your analysis. I don't believe it. You can turn black and white, and analyze the obviously unworkable shit plan into a good policy for governing the country."

The corners of Jia Qiang's lips raised slightly, and she said calmly:

"Then let me ask Mr. Zhang a question first. Why do those grain merchants still want to drive up the price of grain when they see that the people are starving and starving?"

Hearing Jia Qiang ask such a superficial and ignorant question, Zhang Juzheng despised him even more, curled his lips in disdain and said:

"Is there even a question? As the saying goes, 'businessmen seek profit'. In order to maximize the exploitation of the common people, these grain merchants naturally want to hoard and wait for the price of grain to rise to the highest before they are willing to sell."

Jia Qiang smiled leisurely and said:

"That's right! It's hard to explain the truth when I talk like this, Qingwen, go and get three bowls."

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Huang and Mr. Zhang looked at each other, they didn't know what kind of medicine Jia Qiang was selling in this gourd?

Jia Zhen was also at a loss. Just now, he was proud that Jia Qiang was a descendant of the Jia family, but now, the smug look on his face has long since disappeared. Embarrass the Jia family.

Qingwen was also puzzled, but she had no time to think about it, so she hurriedly found three blue and white porcelain bowls and handed them to Jia Qiang.

Jia Qiang turned the three bowls upside down on the table, and spread a large sheet of snow wave paper underneath.

Zhang Juzheng burst out laughing with a "puchi", and said mockingly:
"Qiang'er, do you still need to find another dice? In this way, you can use these three bowls to do tricks?"

Although Huang Lao didn't say anything, he shook his head with a wry smile.

A trace of disappointment welled up in his heart. It seemed that he still overestimated this son. Although this son was excellent in poetry and calligraphy, he was just a useless scholar with sour prose and fake jealousy, not a pillar of the country with a strategic mind.

Feeling the sarcasm in Zhang Lao's words and the disappointment in Huang Lao's eyes, Jia Qiang remained calm and said with a calm smile:

"I'm going to use these three bowls as an example, not a trick. Please look at it!"

As he spoke, he picked up a pen and dipped in ink, and drew a big circle on the outside of the three bowls:
"This big circle, I call it macroeconomics, and the part inside the circle, I call it microeconomics."

Huang Lao asked in surprise:
"What are macroeconomics and microeconomics?"

Zhang Juzheng didn't say anything, but his eyes widened in surprise.

As the chief assistant of the current dynasty, he can be said to have knowledge of the past and the present, and he has extensive knowledge and knowledge, but he has never heard of these two fresh terms.

Jia Zhen was also tongue-tied, with a dazed look on her face, secretly thinking that something was wrong, thinking that Jia Qiang, like Jia Baoyu, was suffering from dementia, otherwise, how could the ghost come up with these two strange words?
Jia Qiang smiled lightly and said:

"These two knowledge are too profound, I can't finish it in one or two sentences. Let me continue to analyze: Grain merchants are big and small. I take the bowl on the left as the big merchant among the grain merchants, and the bowl on the right as the big merchant. A small merchant among grain merchants."

Zhang Juzheng sneered and said, "Next, do you want to say that the bowl in the middle is a middle-level businessman?"

As soon as these words came out, Huang Lao and Jia Zhen put their hands on their foreheads and sighed, feeling very disappointed with Jia Qiang.

But Jia Qiang said calmly:
"No, the bowl in the middle is the imperial court."

Zhang Juzheng shook his head with a light smile and said:

"You've said a lot of nonsense, which means you didn't say anything! What is the connection with solving the problem of people's famine?"

(End of this chapter)