imperial psychologist

Chapter 590 Homeless

Leaving Baoyuan's house, Bo Ling walked back slowly.

Along the way, all the oncoming people greeted her, but she was a little absent-minded.

She has two six-art classes this morning, and she will go to the dance workshop in the afternoon, and there will be a new song and dance at Anzhi Tinglan's place at midnight, and the whole day today is full and busy.

But at this moment, she felt empty in her heart. When she was climbing up the stairs, she looked at the small figure at the bottom of the building, and Bai Ling stopped and looked at it for a while.

If the people on the ground looked up at this time and saw themselves upstairs, it would probably be the same small shadow.

In the distance, Bo Ling could see the band that Ai Songqing usually went to. In the shadow of the building, she couldn't see clearly what was behind those gray windows.

Another group of people passed by her, and the "Bailing girl" they called awakened Bai Ling from his fugue. She suddenly remembered that she should go to the Golden Pavilion first, and explain her arrangement to Feng Qi. So he quickened his pace.

However, Feng Qi was not in the Golden Pavilion this morning, and there was only Lan Zhijun in it.

Bai Ling was about to leave when Lan Zhijun suddenly said, "It so happens that you are here, play another game of chess with me."

"Another day, today's class is full, there is no time."

Putting his hands in his sleeves, Lan Zhijun slowly walked towards the chessboard on the low table on the east side of the room. He laughed softly, "Who does the Lan Zihao listen to? Is it from your instructors, or from me?"

Bo Ling looked sideways slightly, "...Does Lan Zhijun want to sleep here, or go to another courtyard?"

"I want to go to another courtyard." Lan Zhijun said softly, "But you probably want to make a quick decision."

Bo Ling didn't say much, walked to Lan Zhijun's seat with his clothes on, and sat down.

The two each opened the chess basket in front of them and began to guess the order of the pieces, with Bo Ling holding the black and going first.

"You delivered a letter to the yamen this morning?" Lan Zhijun said softly.

Bo Ling didn't raise his eyes, "Yes. I wrote to Mr. Zheng about Li's prostitution last night."

Lan Zhijun laughed, "Why do you do such a superfluous thing?"

"Is it superfluous?" Bai Ling settled down quickly, "I found a long-term worker for Lan Zhijun who is willing to endure hardships and is willing to work hard. Her embroidery is the true story of the imperial concubine back then, and she is also famous in the palace. …If you hire such a person for the price of a long-term worker, Lan Zhijun will not suffer no matter what you think."

The corner of Lan Zhijun's mouth raised, "I heard from Feng Qi that you asked her about the logistics deployment of Lan Zihao last month."

"Yes, but Feng Qi didn't tell me." Bo Ling said softly, "I originally wanted to come and ask Lan Zhijun in person these two days."

"What do you want to do again?"

"Of course it's for the sake of the Lan brand, and I left some escape routes in advance." Bai Ling said softly, "There is something, I don't know if Lan Zhijun has heard of it."

"what?"

"Now the court is discussing the new tax intensively." Bai Ling raised his eyes to look at Lan Zhijun at this time, "It is still in the initial stage, except for a few yamen in Beijing, it has not affected others yet."

"En." Lan Zhijun responded lightly.

"Sooner or later, this fire will burn on Jiaofangsi's head," Bai Ling said softly, "Have you thought about how Lan Zhijun should deal with it?"

"Where did you get the news from?"

"You don't need to ask more about Lan Zhijun, I naturally have my source of information." Bai Ling said softly, "I understand Jinshang's temper too well, for the sake of the war in the northern border, as long as you can collect new wages, don't say If he was asked to transfer the income of the Jiaofang Division from internal funds to the national treasury, even if the entire Baihuaya was demolished, he would probably not hesitate to do so.

"At that time, the nest will be full of eggs." Bo Ling said softly, "Lan Zihao is a gold-selling cave, but if you want to survive, it is not enough to rely on the ability to attract money."

The chess pieces landed on the board with a crisp sound.

"Why don't you tell me what you think first."

"Let's talk about the distance first," Bo Ling said softly, "The reason why Baihuaya was able to prosper during the Jianxi period, and the imperial court let it go without intervening, was because the former emperor spent too much money. Let's not talk about his private affairs." The temples built for Xuan, the amusement park on the Anjiang River, and the expenses he secretly raised [-] mausoleum guards and the firearms battalion are already astronomical figures.

"The income of the Jiaofang Division does not go into the national treasury, but goes directly into the internal funds of the Ouchi, which directly goes into the emperor's own pocket.

"At the beginning, Emperor Jianxi was moody and the city was deep, so naturally no one dared to intervene in his own small treasury.

"But it's different today. Up to now, the income of Jiaofang Secretary still avoids the treasury and goes directly to the internal funds. It's probably because he hasn't realized that under his dragon chair, there is a golden mountain left to him by his grandfather."

Bo Ling once again held on to his son and fell.

"The emperor has only been on the throne for four years now, and he has already toured the north twice. It is conceivable that he attaches great importance to the matter of fighting against Jin... Now that the above has already taken action, it will reorganize what was done at the end of the year. The tax head mentioned the middle of the year, so this gust of wind will blow to Baihuaya, and it will be just around the corner.

"It's the same in Baihuaya once the emperor and courtiers. During the Jianxi period, being able to make money is the greatest loyalty. It's different in the Shengming period.

"How many people are staring at the huge profits here, as long as there is some troublesome news from above, there will be countless people bringing knives to carve up the fat here. After all, this money is earned by you, it is earned by him, it is not bad for the emperor... …When that time comes, whoever can come up with what the government wants most will be able to gain a firm foothold.”

Bai Ling paused for a moment, "Lan Zhijun thinks, am I right?"

Lan Zhijun didn't change his face, "What do you think the government wants?"

"The government wants the people below to help them share their worries."

"What worry?"

Bo Ling stopped what he was doing, and said after a long time, "Refugees."

Lan Zhijun stopped interrupting, and let Bai Ling continue, "I don't know if Lan Zhijun has been out of Baihuaya? Just one lane away from Chaotian Street, there is a slum with many Because the man in the family went to the front line and failed to come back, his relatives ate up the woman and child of the family.

"Refugees have moved south in the past few years. Although the government has also resettled them, because it is close to Chaotian Street and it is convenient to beg, the number of people living in shacks has continued to increase. If this is the case in the city, there will be more in the south of the city," Bai Ling said softly, " After this fall, I think it will be worse."

"When I inquired about the logistics of the Lanzihao, I found that the Lanzihao is no better than other flower kilns. In order to make things reliable, we use less odd jobs. In most cases—even the servants who do not live in the Lanzihao Prefer to recruit long-term workers.

"It's just that because of the face of ordinary people, few people are willing to sign a three- to five-year contract with the flower kilns in Baihuaya. They all take the coolies here as odd jobs or as a last resort, and they won't do it if they do." Talk to those around you."

Bai Ling said softly, "Then why don't we try and recruit a group of shacks?"

(End of this chapter)