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

Chapter 93 Lettuce is not lettuce, lettuce is not lettuce...

"Two 300 taels of silver?"

Zhu Gaochi was shocked when he heard the result calculated by Zhu Zhanji.

This is not a small amount of money. With so much money, it is completely possible to buy hundreds of acres of good farmland in some places.

Where are these refugees?

In this way, these refugees will become rich people immediately, right?

Zhu Zhanji ignored his stupid father's surprised face. His calculation should actually be a bit conservative.

After all, it is impossible for him to only grow cucumbers at that time, and there are still very rich types of vegetables in this era.

There are almost a hundred kinds of melons, beans, and vegetables in total.

And regardless of how much these refugees earn, in fact, he earns more.

Although whether it is the greenhouse or the seeds, the money is all paid by him.

The income of a shed is also shared equally between him and the refugees, but he can also get 60 taels.

In addition to various costs, the profit is almost 35 taels, and ten sheds per mu of land are 350 taels.

He can earn almost 350 million taels for a greenhouse of 500 mu of land, and [-] million taels for [-] mu of land.

The entire Yingtian Mansion has a population of tens of millions, excluding some low-level farmers, military households, and so on.

Hundreds of thousands of people who can afford off-season vegetables can still find them easily.

Not only that, but in this way, if there is a greenhouse of [-] mu of land, about [-] refugees can be housed.

Let 2 people get rid of poverty and become rich in one winter, and almost everyone surpasses the well-off level.

In this way, when these people have money, it will inevitably drive Yingtian's economic development.

After all, these people are all foreigners, if they want to stay in Yingtian, they will inevitably spend money on various arrangements.

But Zhu Zhanji didn't tell the silly father about such a long-term economic development.

Just catching the point that silly dad likes to focus on, he preached:
"With money, whether these refugees resettle in Yingtian next year, or re-purchase land and return to their hometowns, there is no problem."

Zhu Zhanji looked at the stunned silly father, paused, and continued:

"In addition, I plan to learn from my great-grandfather. I will divide about [-] mu of land in Yingtian and build some houses specially for resettling these refugees. In this way, I will have a guarantee of life and a place to live. This winter, these refugees will It can be regarded as a real resettlement, and when I have money next year, life will be easier."

Listening to his son's words, Zhu Gaochi nodded unconsciously, feeling that his son was good to the common people.

This is very much like him.

One must not forget one's roots, one's foundation is the common people, and one must think of the common people in everything.

But even so, the beating is still to be beating, Zhu Gaochi thought for a while and said:
"Although your idea is good, how do you persuade those relatives to sell the land to you? They all regard these lands as their lifelines, let alone the land of Yingtian, do you want to If you buy it, they can sell it? Even if you sell it? How much land will they sell you? How many refugees will there be? Can those lands house so many refugees?"

Zhu Zhanji chuckled, he didn't think it was troublesome.

After all, the Huangzhuang in his hands actually has more than [-] mu.

It's just that Huangzhuang is the place where he will build an industrial zone in the future. It's okay to use it for building greenhouses for a short time.

That's why he is willing to spend a lot of money to buy these lands. Anyway, he is not short of money now.

Buying the land in the hands of these relatives will definitely appreciate in value in the future as Yingtian develops.

As for whether these relatives will be sold, this is not within his concern.

Looking at the silly father on the side, Zhu Zhanji showed a malicious smile on his face and said: "So, this requires you to come out, you are a dignified prince, if you can go out, those relatives must give How much face do you have, anyway, they all have a lot of land in their hands, and they also know that in a few years, grandpa will move the capital to Shuntian. There are too many family businesses here, and it is too troublesome for them to take care of them , just sell a little bit, that’s enough for us to save many refugees.”

Hearing his son's words, Zhu Gaochi immediately laughed angrily and said: "After talking for a long time, you have a good idea. Let me be a lobbyist. Your father and I have read sage books for half a lifetime. Now, if you say a word, let me be a lobbyist." I'm going to do that businessman's business, don't you want to ruin my reputation?"

"What will those relatives think of me then? How will the princes in the court think of me? What will your grandfather think of me?"

Zhu Gaochi turned his head when he said that, and hummed: "Anyway, I'm not going to go, I have to go by yourself, now you are the grandson of Jian Guo, and those relatives will definitely not refute your face. of."

Zhu Zhanji saw that the silly father was a little angry, and with a smile on his face, he smiled and said:
"Father, aren't we here for those refugees who came all the way to the heavens to ask for help? This is our Zhu family's own country, and these refugees are our own children. They believe that our Zhu family will come all the way to answer God, is it possible that you still have the heart to let them starve to death and freeze to death on the streets of Yingtian?"

Zhu Gaochi snorted, but still didn't speak.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhanji knew that the silly father's heart had loosened, so he immediately folded his arms, and said: "Father, if you don't care about it, then we don't care about it. We can just fool around in the future, and we will be a fool in the future." Prince Taiping, anyway, I still have so many younger brothers, if grandpa thinks highly of our family, father, please take a look, choose one who can become angry, and train him, and let him be the emperor in the future!"

"I think you intend to stun me to death!"

Hearing his son's bad words, Zhu Gaochi suddenly turned around with a black line on his forehead.

What do you mean he has many sons?

And then choose a qi cultivation?

If this word reaches the ears of my old man, maybe tomorrow he will have to reconsider whether to abolish the crown prince, and then bring up King Han.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhanji smiled and said: "Father, you can't look at this matter too one-sidedly. You only saw the court, and what would people like your relatives think of you? But you don't think about the common people What will I think of you?"

"What will those refugees think of you?"

"Also, when you make those refugees rich and grandpa sees these achievements, what will grandpa think of you?"

Zhu Gaochi rolled his eyes, glanced at Zhu Zhanji angrily, and said, "I think you're just a dog who lifts the curtain, all with one mouth! You can fool your father!"

Zhu Zhanji was speechless...

My silly father is having trouble with dogs, right?

By the way, he asked Zhang Mao to look for the noisy dog ​​a few days ago. I don't know if it's been so long, has he found it?
On his old lady's side, he has already done business, and found a white Persian cat, which is not good enough for his old mother to like now.

This Persian cat deserves to be kept as a pet by the nobles of the palace since the Tang Dynasty.

She is indeed well-behaved, and her demeanor looks even more elegant, with a word of "style".

Now my old lady takes the cat with her wherever she goes. Even if she is knitting sweaters or playing mahjong, she has to arrange for two beautiful little maids to wait around at all times.

In those days, future generations might be envious of a large group of LSPs.

The proper peak version of the human is not as good as a cat series!

Zhu Gaochi didn't know that his son was thinking about getting him a noisy dog ​​at the moment.

He was struggling with the matter of finding those relatives to buy land.

Thinking of this, he felt a little ashamed, feeling sorry for the sage books he had read.

But thinking of the refugees his son mentioned, he had no choice but to agree, and then went to buy land for his son.

Feeling that he was at a disadvantage, Zhu Gaochi's face darkened.

Zhu Zhanji ignored him and continued to check in the greenhouse. After the inspection, he began to arrange for people to sow seeds directly.

Cucumber, bitter gourd, eggplant, water spinach, and even lettuce,
Well, of course, this lettuce is not the lettuce of later generations, but a collective name for lettuce, and lettuce does not just refer to lettuce, but includes lettuce, lettuce, and lettuce.

I've known you for a long time, haven't I?

However, lettuce has a long history, and it was introduced to China in the fifth century AD.

There is no need for Zhu Zhanji to do the farming, so Zhu Zhanji found some vegetables that he and his stupid father and mother like to eat, and then gave the seeds to a few court ladies and eunuchs, and watched it from the side lively.

Zhu Gaochi became angry when he saw Zhu Zhanji's idleness, thinking that when he was in charge of the country, one day he was not trembling, and he was not busy from morning to night.

It's good that my son is in charge of the country. Every morning, I go to Qianqing Palace to stay for half a day, and after lunch, I immediately run away.

How can the rest of the day be like a prisoner? Looking at it now, there is still time to farm by yourself?
It's even more idle than the prince who is idle at home.

For the past few days, at any rate, he has been playing with those literati, scholars, and other sages every day.

Sometimes when discussing sages and sages, the discussion time is late, and it is only in the starry night that we return.

Thinking of this, Zhu Gaochi couldn't help poking Zhu Zhanji with his chubby hand, and asked: "Son, have you read the articles I gave you recently? When will the first issue of the newspaper be published? Give me some time, and I will inform those scholars when the time comes!"

"Uh, soon, soon."

Zhu Zhanji was taken aback for a moment when he heard what the silly father said, and then he was a little embarrassed. He has been busy with cement and glass these days, and he really forgot about the newspaper.

Hearing the reminder from the silly father, he just remembered that the articles that the silly father gave him a few days ago had been stuffed into a corner by him for a long time.

Naturally, I didn't look at it.

Seeing his son like this, Zhu Gaochi immediately knew that his son had forgotten about it, so he was a little angry.

You must know that he has lost more than ten catties by spending time with those great Confucian scholars all day long because of the newspaper.

This son is lucky, he didn't take this matter to heart, what do you mean soon, soon, isn't this fooling him?
Zhu Zhanji saw that the silly father was a little angry, and knew that he couldn't handle it, so he immediately said: "Father, how about you go and tell them, three days, three days later, the first issue of the Royal People's Daily of Ming Dynasty will officially start publishing?" ?”

(End of this chapter)