Daming: I asked you to supervise the country, Daming is all crazy?

Chapter 92 The appearance of Zhu Gaochi whom Zhu Zhanji despises! ! !
Thinking of this, Zhu Gaochi felt even more uncomfortable. Looking at Zhu Zhanji, he said quietly with envy:

"Your grandfather loves you. When I was in charge of the country, he couldn't do this or that. I think you will be in charge of the country in the future. I can still take care of myself!"

Zhu Zhanji saw that his stupid father was jealous and ate him, rolled his eyes a little speechlessly, and muttered in a low voice:

"If you can save tens of millions of taels of silver for your internal funds, even if you demolish Fengtian Temple, grandpa will probably applaud!"

His voice was so low that Zhu Gaochi couldn't hear him clearly. Just as he was about to ask something, Zhu Zhanji directly changed the subject and said:

"By the way, dad, I plan to promote this kind of greenhouse to the common people, what do you think?"

"Promote to the public?"

Zhu Gaochi thought for a while when he heard the words, then immediately shook his head and said: "You child, it's fine to mess with it by yourself, if the people in the Ministry of Rites find out about this matter, they will give you a luxurious and lustful name, and spread it to other places. Folk, do you think everyone is as rich as you?"

Speaking of his son being rich, Zhu Gaochi felt very uncomfortable.

My son is really rich now.

As a father, he is also a prince. After so many years, the money he has saved in his hands is not even comparable to the small fractions that are casually revealed in his own son's hands.

Obviously, this son was as poor as himself at the beginning, but since this son took the position of supervisor of the country, everything has changed.

Thinking of this, he felt tired. He had been in prison before, so why didn't he get rich?

Pointing to the surrounding glass, Zhu Gaochi continued in a very bad mood:
"Just talk about these crystals. How much does it cost to build a fire chamber like this? How many people can have this money?"

"Hey, Dad, I told you it's not crystal, you just don't believe me, this thing is just a pile of sand-burned glass, but I have a way to make it transparent."

Zhu Zhanji was a little helpless when he heard that his stupid father still regarded glass as crystal. He explained it again and said:
"Let me tell you this, the glass in front of you, the value of one glass is at most ten renminbi, and most of it is the reward I gave to those craftsmen!"

"In fact, it costs about two to thirty taels of silver to build a greenhouse like this. Once it is built, even in the twelfth lunar month of winter, most vegetables can be grown. When the time comes to sell it backhanded, it will cost several times. profit."

"Son, it's not that dad is talking about you, even if it's a side of this... glass, ten Wen, but how many people can come up with two or thirty taels of silver?"

Zhu Gaochi is not someone who doesn't know meat.

He also followed Zhu Yuanzhang when he was a child, and he often listened to his grandfather talk about folk affairs.

He knew very well that even though Daming was a little richer than before, the common people were still poor.

I really understand what kind of concept the two 30 taels of silver in my son's mouth are to an ordinary person.

Eighty to ninety percent of ordinary people would never be able to afford this amount of money.

So when he heard his son say that, he was actually a little angry.

I feel that my son takes it for granted and doesn't understand the suffering of the people.

This is obviously unqualified for the future emperor of a country.

Zhu Zhanji shook his head when he heard his silly father's words, and said, "I didn't intend to let all the people do this."

"What do you mean?" Zhu Gaochi looked at Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji explained: "A few days ago, when I asked Zhang Mao to search the third uncle, I found that with the arrival of winter, a large number of refugees would emerge in many places hit by snow disasters. All these refugees gathered in Yingtian. The good ones can still come, but the unlucky ones just froze to death and starved to death on the way.”

"Although I have people donate porridge and rice every day here in Yingtian, and even in places farther away, I have arranged people to give porridge, but there are still a large number of refugees who freeze to death every day. I heard Zhang Mao say, Now in some places, there is no time to bury the corpses in the mass graves, so some big pits can only be dug out in a hurry, and then just throw them in, and then they will be dragged away and eaten by wild dogs and beasts in a few days. "

When Zhu Gaochi heard his son talking about those refugees, his eyes were a little red, and he sighed: "The imperial court is sorry for those people. Your grandfather has been fighting for years, and it is these people who suffered. I have advised him not to fight. He just Don't listen to me, hey!"

Zhu Zhanji was a little helpless when he heard that the silly father started to complain about Lao Zhu's battle again.

My stupid father is full of Confucianism, and the influence of Confucianism is too deep.

The nomads in the north don't fight now, it will be even more difficult when they become stronger and fight again in the future.

Although he wanted to use the purchase of wool to control the grassland, speaking of it, this could only be regarded as a way to govern the grassland, not a solution.

If he was replaced in his grandfather's position, maybe he would beat him even harder than his grandfather.

After all, the current Wala Tatar has just emerged. If it is not resolved at this time, is it possible to really leave it to his son, and then ask Daming to produce a man named God of War?
When dealing with the grassland, Zhu Zhanji thought very clearly, and those who surrendered would give them a stable life, let them herd sheep every day, sing and dance every day, and let sheep and cattle completely replace horses.

Change their living habits, get rid of the wolf nature of the prairie people, and never allow any more men with horses.

And those who were not convinced, beat them to death, until these people had no pasture to graze horses, and could only run on two legs.

Therefore, he is very supportive of his grandfather's war in his heart, which is also the main reason why he is willing to distribute the money he earned from Xinyan to the household department and internal funds.

If the emperor were to change, he probably wouldn't even know how to be a bird.

As for his stupid father, Zhu Zhanji despises the notion that war makes the people miserable at every turn.

Why is he working so hard on this and that now?
Isn't it just to make Daming rich? The people are suffering, so it's enough to find a way to make him rich?

Complaining about this and that all day long, why don't you think of a way to solve the problem?
Can complaining every day make the people live a better life?
Of course, he still didn't dare to say these words, he was afraid of making his stupid father angry.

I showed signs of not liking the Confucians a little bit, so I was caught and educated. If he brought up these things again, my stupid father might do it directly.

And he also saw that when dealing with people like his stupid father who was influenced by Confucian culture, he couldn't beat him, and he couldn't scold him.

The best way is to talk about the same thing, while painting big cakes for him, trying to fool him, and then doing his own thing.

So hearing his silly father's words full of emotion, Zhu Zhanji said: "Father, my idea is that these refugees must be resettled as soon as possible, otherwise after a long time, there will be more and more refugees. , It will also cause a lot of trouble, and now Ying Tianfuyi has given me several scriptures to reflect these things."

"Yingtianfu Yi Guzuo, I know this man, he was a Jinshi in the Jianwen period, he is a good official, and the common people even compare him to Bao Zheng in the Song Dynasty."

Zhu Gaochi first praised Gu Zuo a few words, then looked at his son and asked: "But this matter, could it be related to this greenhouse?"

Zhu Zhanji nodded, and took note of his stupid father's evaluation of Gu Zuo. He is very short of talents now. If Gu Zuo is really a character like Bao Qingtian, he may not be able to reuse him in the future.

But what he cares about now is not this person, the purpose now is to fool the silly father.

Now he has too few talents and confidantes, and he still has to rely on the talents in his stupid father's hands for some things.

So after remembering Gu Zuo's name, Zhu Zhanji said: "Father, my idea is this. These people have fled to Yingtian, and they will definitely not be able to go back in a short time. In this case, I plan to put these people away." Being placed in Yingtian can improve the prestige of the court on the one hand, and solve the current problems on the other.”

"How do you plan to arrange it?"

Zhu Gaochi nodded and asked.

"Didn't this talk about the greenhouse!"

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said: "Father, let me ask you, as long as I lower the price of those green vegetables, will I not worry about selling them in winter?"

Zhu Gaochi nodded when he heard the words: "Naturally, you don't have to worry about selling. Whether those honored relatives, aristocratic families, or wealthy businessmen, they are all masters who have no shortage of money. If you can eat a bite of green vegetables in winter, even if you don't lower the price, you will definitely buy them." Someone is willing to pay for it."

Zhu Zhanji laughed when he heard the words, and then said: "As the saying goes, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish, so I plan to spend money to buy some fields from some relatives, and then build this kind of greenhouses. Plant all kinds of vegetables, and then lease them to these refugees. These refugees don’t need to spend a penny. As long as they take care of the vegetables in the greenhouse, I only charge [-]% of the rent, and the remaining [-]% goes to these refugees. , will the refugee issue be resolved?"

"[-]% rent?"

Zhu Gaochi was stunned when he heard his son's words.

It's not that I think the rent is high, but that it's a bit low.

In fact, in this era, farming is not unprofitable, especially for those who do not have their own land.

This is not because the imperial court tax is too high, but the rent of the land. For others to cultivate land, the rent collected by the landlord starts at [-]%, plus [-]% of the imperial court tax, the real remaining is only [-]% to [-]%.

"Fifty percent is already a lot!"

Zhu Zhanji shook his head, knowing what his stupid father was thinking, not because he didn't want to make more money, but because he didn't want to make too much money from the farmers. Looking at his stupid father, Zhu Zhanji smiled and said:

"Let me explain to you, [-]% of the rent, this is a winter green vegetable, even if it is [-]%, it is hundreds of times the usual amount."

Speaking of which, Zhu Zhanji paused, then pointed to the greenhouse in front of him and said with a smile:
"Let's put it this way, father, the approximate cost of the greenhouse in front of me is 20 taels of silver, and about ten can be built on an acre of land, while the price of one mu of good land in Yingtianfu is about ten taels of silver, that is to say, the cost of a greenhouse." The cost will not exceed 21 taels at most."

The land price in the early Ming Dynasty was not expensive, ten taels of silver. This was because what Zhu Zhanji wanted to buy was Yingtian's land.

Zhu Gaochi also nodded when he heard this. He thinks this calculation is too much. If he operates it, it may not cost five taels of silver for an acre of land.

Zhu Zhanji saw that the silly father approved, and continued: "You do the math again, such a greenhouse, all the cucumbers are planted, and when the cucumbers are ripe, this season, I have a cucumber that is a few taels of silver for others. Cucumbers aren’t expensive for two hundred coins, right? In such a big shed, it’s not a problem to make four or five hundred cucumbers, right?”

Zhu Gaochi continued to nod, then shook his head and said: "Two hundred taels is too cheap, I think it can be sold for a tael of silver. When I participated in the essay meeting yesterday, you know? That plate of leeks cost 30 taels!"

Zhu Zhanji: "..."

Well, this silly father seems to be a bit of a profiteer!

However, this price is obviously a bit unrealistic. After all, once the greenhouse is promoted, there will be more off-season vegetables. It is no problem to be more expensive, but imagine the same as before, a cucumber as thick as a finger sells for a few taels of silver , it is naturally impossible.

With a smile, Zhu Zhanji didn't care, and continued to settle accounts: "Then let's count it as 120 yuan a piece, and a greenhouse is only counted as 60 cucumbers. That is to say, after almost one winter, such a shed can easily Earning 300 taels of silver, [-]% means that I can get [-] taels for one shed, and one refugee takes turns to take care of them, and one person can take care of almost five sheds. I got two [-] taels of silver."

(End of this chapter)