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Chapter 338 [337] Have a feeling again?
With Tang Jing following, Wang Jinghong was not so worried.

An important place in the capital, An Youxiao dares to make trouble?
He is listening to the teaching of the envoy.

A little eunuch walked in outside the door and whispered in his ear twice, making his expression change slightly...

"Dong Chengfeng is gone. The concierge said that he went out with Tang Jing and the two little envoys."

Wang Jinghong muttered in his heart for a while, Dong Chengfeng's family is in his hands, so he is not worried about him jumping around.

On the contrary, it is also a good thing to have more contact with divine envoys.

There was something strange about this man.

He has never stepped outside the borders of the Ming Dynasty, but he knows the name of "Equilibrium". If he lets it go for a while, maybe he will let him leak something.

He waved his hand and let people go down without making extra arrangements.

……

Nanjing City.

A group of people travel in casual clothes.

Tang Jing also arranged for soldiers under his command to guard the front and back, mixing in the crowd without showing off.

Siyi Pavilion is located in the north of the city, and all the way down is the most prosperous neighborhood in Xishuiguan.

The two little ones looked strange everywhere.

Tang Jing is a boring gourd, and the three sticks can't make a fart, but because he brought Dong Chengfeng along, he explained all the way:
"There are millions of people in Yingtian Mansion, most of them gather in the outer city walls, and the south and east of the city are the most prosperous."

"In the west and inner city, there are officials and wealthy families. Any house here may have a lot of money."

Zhou Ruonan and Zhou Ruoyu knew about Daming's social and economic situation a long time ago.

Wang Jinghong said that his annual salary is only 50 taels, which is 300 guan coins, plus the rewards from the emperor on weekdays, he can have [-] guan coins throughout the year.

Of course he wasn't telling the truth.

From the dignified fourth-rank prince, the filial piety of all parties is more than three hundred guan at a time, not to mention the ten years of Western business, he has also amassed countless wealth secretly, and has hidden countless treasures.

"Wan Guan?" Zhou Ruonan frowned after hearing this, "People only earn more than a dozen dollars a year, while merchants and wealthy households may earn more than a hundred dollars..."

"Calculated by merchants and wealthy households, can they buy a big house without eating or drinking for 100 years?"

Zhou Ruoyu also said: "For a hundred years of hard work, just for a house? I don't know what this Daming man thinks."

"Don't you allocate housing?"

Ok?
What to assign?
Residential?

Dong Chengfeng was stunned, he didn't know how to answer.

Tang Jinghao let out a fart: "Officials of various ministries are allocated dormitories. If they reach the grade, they will also be allocated public housing, so that it is convenient for families and relatives to settle down."

"But that's just a minority. Most of them still live in the office of the government office and cannot afford a house."

"Unless you are from a wealthy family, it's a different matter."

The two little ones were puzzled: "Then ordinary people don't distinguish?"

Tang Jing couldn't explain it.

It was Dong Chengfeng's turn to say, "How can I say this..."

"The land and houses are all private property, and some have even been accumulated through the hard work of several generations."

"How can the court take advantage of the people? It is impossible to rob the house of a big family and distribute it to others, right?"

Zhou Ruoyu laughed directly: "Why not?"

"Everyone who enters my kingdom of God will be assigned a house, divided by head."

"Only when the people can live in peace will they be able to work hard for the prosperity of the Kingdom of God."

"And what about Daming? The people have worked hard for decades, and what they got is a house? Apart from sheltering from the wind and rain, can this house have any other uses?"

"This is false prosperity!"

These words left Tang Jing and Dong Chengfeng speechless.

And looking at Zhou Ruonan, who was peaceful in the past, he also looked like he was fighting against the enemy.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is indeed the case.

The people have worked hard for more than ten years, no matter whether they are renting or buying a house, all the money has entered the hands of the rich.

Wealthy households don’t need to do anything, as long as they lie flat, they will have income, and they can use this large amount of income to easily buy more land and real estate, and the expansion will snowball.

Such a pattern seems familiar.

Isn't it exactly the same as the Valley City-State Alliance?

Manpower output has entered an endless loop, which seems to be bound by constraints.

Conversely, if everyone farms and builds to contribute to the great Ming, how can there be barren and bitter cold in the world?
But these thoughts are really dreamy.

Simply impossible.

If it can be achieved...

I am afraid that there is only the kingdom of gods.

The atmosphere froze a bit, and a few people also came to the most prosperous place in Xishuiguan...

The effect of opening the night ban also promoted the business atmosphere in the sun.

The people outside the city don't have to worry about night patrols, they can station in the city, choose a good location to set up a stall, and then the family members return every day to pick up and deliver materials.

The people in the city saw prosperity and were stimulated to consume.

It is not common to open night bans, and I can't wait for retaliatory consumption.

The group didn't take a carriage and were tired from walking, so they just sat in a tea shop.

Nowadays, the folks are still sencha, and a mess of ingredients is added to the tea cup, which is as thick as porridge.

It's not like Wang Jinghong got the advice of Ning Wang Zhuquan, and he has already eaten bubble tea.

But now this sweet tea porridge still agrees with the taste of the two little ones.

And listen to the people around you——

"Have you heard, last night the Zuixian Building was flooded, and the huge restaurant was completely burned down!"

"It's not just that I heard about it. I was at the scene last night. The fire was so huge that it collapsed the restaurant in a short time!"

"Why do people still say that His Royal Highness the King of Han and Ji Gang, the commander of Jin Yiwei, are both in the building... Someone saw the son of the King of Han bring Tian Cewei to find the corpse and check his identity this morning!"

"Shh, don't dare to talk nonsense about this matter, be careful that it comes out of your mouth!"

"Yes, yes, when it comes to the prince and Mr. Ji, it's better to say less... Speaking of which, the water leaking from the Zuixianlou seems too strange. My third uncle's house is in that row of houses. They said that the fire originated from Thunder fell."

"In the blink of an eye, a fireball flickered upstairs, and thunder rumbled like an earthquake!"

"Is this an ominous sign?"

"Where is the unknown? The war in the north is over, and Oirat is about to surrender, and he will be worshiped again in Ming Dynasty; in the south of Cochin, there is also a British fair chaos. Yesterday, Zheng He and Master Zheng returned. They brought countless treasures, and all nations came to court. This is auspicious. The sign is right!"

All the talk around is about Zuixianlou.

Zuixian Tower has a deep history, and during the Taizu Dynasty, he even entertained the officials.

Now that it collapsed overnight, it naturally became hot news in the city.

It is also combined with the gossip news of the King of Han and the Commander of Jinyiwei, which is the most useful for people to talk about.

Tang Jing also heard about this matter, but there is no way to explore the specifics.

Besides, even if the disappearance of the King of Han and Ji Gang was involved, even if it was true, it would be impossible to make it public, so as not to embarrass the royal family.

Zhou Ruoyu and Zhou Ruonan pricked up their ears to listen, and also grasped the interesting points.

As a result of the tacit understanding between the two, they looked at each other and there was a plan.

"I'm full, Tang Jing, how about going to the Zuixian Tower?"

Tang Jing had nothing to do, and he was also feeling sorry for it.

How can a restaurant collapse?

Dong Chengfeng followed suit: "It's a pity, I've heard the name of Sunchu Restaurant a long time ago. Taizu rebuilt the Zuixianlou on the old site. I've been fascinated by it for a long time, but I don't want to miss it."

A group of people walked away.

Drunken Immortal downstairs, crowds gathered.

In the sweltering heat of August, the claim of the corpse has already been transferred to the government office, but the number of spectators has not decreased at all.

Like Dong Chengfeng, he lamented that the restaurant collapsed, and it was hard to see the majesty of Zuixianlou again.

"The owner of Zuixianlou was in a bad situation. The materials used for the reconstruction were all the best. Many window pane decorations came from the gold wares collected by the nobles of the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties. Who would have thought that they would be completely burned down in a fire?" .”

"I wanted to pass it on to my family, but it's only been a few decades?"

"Decades is enough! How much money Zuixianlou has earned in these years, and it is the leader in the sixteenth floor!"

"Maybe, the owner of Zuixianlou will also pay for the reconstruction."

Dong Chengfeng secretly clicked his tongue when he heard this, and whispered in several people's ears: "To rebuild the Zuixian Tower, I'm afraid it will cost more than one hundred thousand guan..."

One hundred thousand, he never dared to think about it in his life.

Even if his dream comes true in the future and he becomes the "Master Dong" who has accumulated a fortune from overseas, it will be far from being comparable to the wealth in the capital.

An industry like Zuixianlou cannot be enjoyed with money.

Tang Jing is not interested in business affairs, he only mourns the ruins.

A few people didn't pay attention, the expressions of the two little ones changed slightly——

"Ruo Nan, do you think so?"

Just now when the tea shop heard "thunder strikes from heaven", they were heartbroken.

But at this time...

Zhou Ruonan disagreed, but his eyes were fixed on the ruins and pondered carefully.

Zhou Ruoyu sniffled and whispered, "The smell of gunpowder is very strong. Based on this alone, it must not be as simple as burning it down."

According to the understanding of the two, the creation of gunpowder comes from the profound meaning of the law.

My lord's divine punishment is almost the supreme manifestation of the mysteries of the law. When the divine punishment comes, there is often a breath of gunpowder.

Zhou Ruonan knew what he was going to say, but still vetoed it: "Da Ming also has gunpowder, so don't think wildly."

"Da Ming doesn't understand the laws and mysteries. Don't you know the quality of their gunpowder?"

"We have also seen the test firing drill of the Ming Dynasty ship. The power of the shells is difficult to reach a uniform standard, and sometimes there are dumb guns."

"But if you look at the wreckage of the building, there is not a single wreckage of wooden beams. It seems that they have been evenly smashed, and every part is fully burned. I am afraid that the only way to do this is..."

Zhou Ruoyu didn't say any more, but couldn't help but look around.

Zhou Ruonan was a little terrified by him.

I also thought of his nagging appearance when he landed at Quanzhou Port...

Said to hear the voice of the witch.

Could it be that my lord has really come to Daming?

Then why don't you show up?

Besides, what kind of taboo did this Zuixianlou violate to attract divine punishment?
Of course, all this is hypothetical, and there is no actual evidence of the coming of our Lord.

But there is another key point...

Zhou Ruonan turned his head abruptly——

Dong Chengfeng!
He is from Daming, Wang Jinghong told himself in private about his background, he has never stepped out of Daming, not even the border of Fujian.

Why did such a "pure blood" Daming man somehow receive the grace of the gods?
Dong Chengfeng was still sighing, but suddenly he felt a staring gaze, and when he looked down, he was a little flustered: "My lord envoy, you, what are you looking at me for?"

As soon as the words came out.

Both Zhou Ruoyu and Tang Jing set their eyes on the two of them, and the atmosphere became even weirder.

Zhou Ruoyu didn't know what Zhou Ruonan was thinking of, so he asked with his eyes.

But the latter didn't answer, instead he asked Dong Chengfeng: "Brother Dong, what do you think about this Zuixian Tower?"

"Oh, the little envoy of the gods dare not call me Brother Dong! I can't afford it!"

joke.

Wang Jinghong treated them both as grandfathers and aunts.

The two of you call yourself Big Brother, so what are you?
Grandpa?
Zhou Ruonan continued: "Let's talk about the Zuixianlou, what do you think?"

"After all..." she clicked on the topic, "Brother Dong is a person chosen by our Lord, or he may have a different view."

Tang Jing didn't know what the two cubs were thinking.

Hearing Zhou Ruonan mention the gods, he immediately perked up and stared at Dong Chengfeng.

Dong Chengfeng was at a loss...

Can he have Mao's ideas and insights?

Isn't it just to watch the excitement at this time? Could it be that if you have an idea, you can realize it?
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stared at the ruins again, shaking his head and waving his hands in a panic: "My lord, don't make fun of me, I don't know anything, and I don't dare to think about it."

Seeing him, Zhou Ruonan was at a loss, and could only sigh: "I was thinking too much!"

Zhou Ruoyu also lost interest for a moment: "Let's go, let's go, there is nothing to see, go to the outer city and have a look, and feel the life of ordinary people."

Tang Jing immediately opened the way ahead, protecting the two little ones through the crowd.

Dong Chengfeng was confused by the situation, so he could only follow silently.

But before he could take a step, someone ran into his arms.

"You kid, why are you so rough..."

He grabbed the person, feeling a little wary in his heart.

Don't come here looking for business by petty theft, right?
But when he looked down, he was shocked: "Kukmo???"

Isn't this young man the servant next to Mr. Zhou?
"Zhou, Mr. Zhou is also in Nanjing?!"

He looked around suddenly.

"Hush." ​​Cu Kemo covered Dong Chengfeng's mouth and said very fast: "Young master wants Mo Lao to take down the business of Zuixianlou, you can figure out a way! If anyone asks, they will answer with the same words as last time, but Remember...don't reveal the identities of Young Master and Miss Si Nuo!"

"This..." Dong Chengfeng was stunned.

Take down the business of Zuixianlou?

what the hell!

The owner of this land must be either rich or expensive, and might even be involved with princes and nobles.

Even if the Zuixian Building collapses, it will not be the turn of outsiders to take over.

He was about to ask, but when he came back to his senses, his hand was already empty, leaving only a sweat stain on the palm of his hand after clenching it tightly.

Looking around for the last time, where is the figure of Cukmo?

And my mind changed...

and many more.

If he is honored as an envoy, perhaps it is really possible to change the owner of the Zuixian Tower! !

He could see Zheng He's and Wang Jinghong's attitudes towards the envoys.

He looked at the several figures who were about to escape into the crowd, and he did not dare to delay any longer, and immediately chased after them.

But he didn't speak immediately...

Instead, he recalled just a moment ago, when the little god made the lord ask himself what thoughts and opinions he had on Zuixian Tower.

Isn't this a coincidence?

Zuixian Tower is sold at a reduced price, maybe you can give it a try.

Mr. Zhou helped him so much, so of course he couldn't do nothing in return!
What's more, Mr. Zhou must be inextricably linked with Balance.

At the beginning, Mr. Zhou said that his family lived far away overseas, and he might have had contact with the Kingdom of Balanced God!

Half-day tour.

Everyone returned to Siyi Pavilion.

Only returning to the courtyard, there is already a banquet laid out, and the food is fragrant.

There was a person standing in front of the hall, and it was Wang Jinghong. He first bowed to greet the little envoy, and waited for someone to welcome him in...

He looked at Dong Chengfeng with a half-smile.

"Brother Dong, you've worked hard today, did you enjoy your time in this city?"

Dong Chengfeng was terrified at him, but after today's episode of Cukemo, he has a new understanding of his "fake-fake-humidity" energy.

Since Mr. Zhou has sent a message to himself, this matter will definitely be accomplished!
It also proves that his right to speak is not as unbearable as he imagined.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly said respectfully: "Praise my lord, praise balance, all joy and peace belong to him."

Wang Jinghong was taken aback for a moment, and his expression changed drastically.

Of course he understood.

This surnamed Dong continued to talk about tiger skin with himself, intending to rebel.

But wait for him to get angry.

Dong Chengfeng had already bypassed him, came to Zhou Ruonan, cupped his hands and said, "My lord, my lord, suddenly I have a sliver of clarity, like a blessing to my soul, with a kind of clarity."

Zhou Ruonan tilted his head strangely, not knowing what he was going to say.

Dong Chengfeng said: "I have a deep feeling that the collapse of the Zuixian Tower must be related to the equilibrium!"

"This is a kind of...revelation!"

The more he spoke, the more he felt the feeling, quick witted, and the words most often said by the envoys involuntarily popped up in his mind——

"All false prosperity will be shattered!!"

"The Zuixian Building should be sold at a price, and the gold and silver sold should be used to help the suffering people in the city!"

Hit the big households and distribute them to the poor;

Isn't this the will shown by the two angels when they were shopping in the morning?

Using this as a breakthrough point, there is nothing wrong with it, right? !

After Dong Chengfeng finished speaking, he looked up at the beams devoutly and added the finishing touch——

"Praise Balance!!"

For a while, the whole hall was silent! !

(End of this chapter)