Hongwu Survival Guide

Chapter 188 Five million... ten thousand... stones
Hearing the question, Zhu Yuan closed the "Please set up Hebo Secretary" in his hand, looked at Lao Zhu, also with a smile, and said: "My ancestor, I told you before Yuan'er that the left prime minister and all the officials should be sent to the office. It is a good thing to continue to get busy after the founding of the country so as not to cause disputes."

Old Zhu raised his eyebrows slightly: "According to what you think, if it's not from this... perspective, it's not a good thing?"

"It's hard to say," Zhu Yuan shook his head slightly, thought for a while, and continued: "My ancestors, I have always had my own clear ideas for managing the ocean. In a short period of time, I will catch seafood and provide more resources for the development and expansion of Ming Dynasty. In the long run, this is to open up an additional foundation for future generations besides the traditional land. In addition, there are some specific means. I have brought together many coastal fishermen and refugees, not only giving them a stable livelihood, Moreover, I also tend to give them more production results in the future, because this is their labor income. All of this is still based on the "production" and "distribution" in the "Economics", Let the production be more abundant and the distribution more even."

Lao Zhu nodded in approval, hesitated a little, then shook his head with a smile: "If Baishi does it, he really won't have your thoughts."

In fact, you can imagine.

In the absence of core theoretical support, Li Shanchang and others will only follow the traditional approach, gathering fishermen from all over the place, converting the originally free people into tenants, or even slaves, and then squeezing.

By doing so, the imperial court may reap a lot of money in the short term, but over time, the collapse is small, and it is more likely to cause big troubles.

Moreover, apart from personnel matters, Zhu Yuan also does not think that Li Shanchang and the others will follow his own sustainable development plan, and they may be fishing without restraint when it comes to developing fishery resources.

If these happen, it will not be a good thing for the country or the people.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuan continued: "Master, I have been thinking recently that we have to publish the study of economics, and we need to set up a school of economics at Jinling University...well, all universities should set up economics schools, or, Economics is a compulsory course for students..."

"No..." Before Zhu Yuan finished speaking, Old Zhu interrupted: "...such knowledge...such knowledge..."

After saying 'wait' twice, Lao Zhu got stuck for a while.

It seems...it seems...it is true...but, Lao Zhu really doesn't want to share such exquisite knowledge with others, and wants to pass it on only to Zhu's descendants.

Zhu Yuan saw that the "bend" in Lao Zhu's mind had turned halfway and stopped, so he helped him and said, "My ancestor, think about it, if Confucius didn't have three thousand disciples, there would be no Confucianism, and if there was no Confucian morality Etiquette, there will be no national cohesion that lasted for thousands of years in China. Without this cohesion, the land of the Central Plains may now be full of Hufu barbarian language, and there will be no Han style. This is the importance of a cultural system to a nation Sex. Yuan'er said to her ancestors last year that 'morality and etiquette' is one leg, and 'economics', I hope it can become the other leg. "

Zhu Yuan's words reminded Lao Zhu of the letter originally from Xu Da, "Confucianism is like a shadowless sword, protecting China for thousands of years." The study of economics'... Come to think of it, it should indeed become another pair of 'weapons' for Ming Dynasty in the future.

After pondering for a while, Lao Zhu finally nodded, and then said: "This... how to do it, we have to think carefully about it."

"That's for sure, Ancestor, the complete set of economics in my mind is not suitable to be displayed in full. Even, some sayings cannot even be kept in words. From now on, they can only be passed on to our descendants of the Zhu family. What is widely disseminated must be a very positive part of benefiting the country and the people."

Lao Zhu recalled the "economics" that he already knew, and couldn't help being curious: "You... tell me, those... are not suitable for display?"

"For example, in the part of 'distribution', ancestors, in my conception, 'distribution' is divided into two aspects, 'distribution of benefits at the institutional level' and 'distribution of resources at the regional level', both of which are extracted from ancient sayings A piece of "Liben" said that the former is "the way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency in the Tao Te Ching; the way of man is to make up for the insufficiency". Rot, Hu Shu not beetle', Ancestor, you should already know about these in our daily conversations, and have your own understanding, right?"

Old Zhu nodded.

Zhu Yuandao: "Then, as for the paragraph 'the way of heaven is to make up for what is beyond what is damaged; This kind of meaning, ancestor, you are heaven, for the survival of all people, you must hurt those who have "more than enough", because the "way of man" is "to sacrifice what is not enough and give what is more than enough", you must do the opposite."

Lao Zhu nodded again, thinking about it, and said, "Is there any problem?"

"That's no problem. In the 'Economics' that will be released in the future, this explanation will definitely be given."

Seeing Zhu Yuan's slow-moving look, Old Zhu became a little anxious: "You child, don't play tricks, tell us quickly."

"Ancestor, but actually speaking, these are actually two things," Zhu Yuan said with a smile and sped up his speech: "For domestic, ancestor, you are the 'heaven', you want to 'make up for what is too much damage', but for foreign countries, Ancestor, you have to be a 'human being', 'to give more than what is not enough'."

Old Zhu understood: "This...you...you mean, to the foreigner, I will be a robber, stealing things to support my own people?"

"My ancestors are wise," Zhu Yuan nodded vigorously, "Because, for a country, it doesn't matter whether you steal or rob it, your own or someone else's, in short, the more resources you have, the richer the people will be. , the richer the people, the more stable the country will be, and further, the more stable the country, the more long-lasting the country will be. Ancestor, are you willing to be a robber for the sake of our Great Ming Millennium Guozuo, or for the name of a modest gentleman? , and end in another 300 years?"

"I..." Lao Zhu almost blurted out, but stopped in the middle, and glanced at his precious 23rd generation grandson: "You... this kind of meaning really doesn't fit on paper. It's just that we act like this , won’t it cause the Gentiles to resist?”

"In the short term, those who dare to resist will be eliminated. In the long run, my ancestor, Yuan'er will try his best to make a set of plundering models that moisten things and make no noise."

Moisturizing and silent looting model?

Old Zhu pondered for a while, this being a bandit can also 'moisturize things silently' and 'loot models', although it is a new term, it is quite straightforward.

It's just... It's not a good word to hear.

Seeing Lao Zhu looking at himself while deliberating, waiting to continue, Zhu Yuan raised his finger to the blue and white porcelain that was brought in by someone before: "Ancestor, there are many principles in it, but one of them can also be said from these things. rise."

Old Zhu followed and looked over, suddenly laughed, and turned his head to stare at Zhu Yuan: "You are so clever, you are waiting for me here, are you still ringing?"

"My ancestors, I was wronged," Zhu Yuan smiled and raised his hands: "It was originally a set of interlocking systems, and these blue and white flowers just happen to be related to it."

Lao Zhu was only joking, and quickly said: "You answered it..."

Zhu Yuan pointed to the 'Xiao Heyue Chasing Han Xin' plum vase among them: "My ancestor, please guess first, how much money would this vase be worth in Yuan'er's time?"

Old Zhu looked at it carefully and said: "This is a good thing. If it is kept for hundreds of years and becomes an antique, I'm afraid it will be worth tens of thousands of guan?"

Zhu Yuan just wanted to talk about the later relationship of the plum vase. After thinking about it, he should take it back, so as not to interrupt the mood, but just shook his head: "It's less, it's too much less."

"How much can that be?"

Zhu Yuan made an 'eight' gesture: "8 billion."

The news about this plum vase being auctioned was of course false, but in order to shock Lao Zhu's mind, Zhu Yuan used it casually.

White little lie.

However, Lao Zhu was unable to get Zhu Yuan's expression for a while: "What...8 million?"

Seeing that Lao Zhu was puzzled, remembering that he was not very sensitive to the later currency unit, Zhu Yuan thought for a while and said: "If my ancestors just valued 1 guan, they can buy 8 shi of grain now. In my time, grain was about one yuan a dollar. Jin, 8 million yuan, is 500 million catties of grain, which is equivalent to... well, about [-] million shi."

five hundred……

Man!
……stone?

For a moment, Lao Zhu felt that he had heard it wrong. He looked at the plum vase, then turned to Zhu Yuan again, then back again, his eyes wide open, with an expression of 'I don't read much, don't lie to me'.

Zhu Yuan looked calm and said: "Yuan blue-and-white crafts are special, very few have been handed down from generation to generation, coupled with the help of caring people... Well, there is also this plum vase itself. The story of "Chasing Han Xin" is even more rare and precious, so the selling price is as high as 8 million yuan."

Having said that, Zhu Yuan pointed to the others: "These... Yuan'er doesn't know, it must have failed to pass down, but later, even if it is far inferior to some small blue and white pieces of Meiping, there are tens of millions of them at every turn. billions of dollars."

Zhu Yuan spoke clearly and logically, and Lao Zhu finally felt that his precious 23rd grandson was not lying to him. It seemed, as if...he had no reason to lie to himself.

What's the benefit of being lied to?
So he looked at the plum bottle again.

According to the statistics completed some time ago, this year, the total grain tax revenue of Daming is 1543 million shi, which is a lot more than last year.But... right now, it's just a blue and white plum vase... a third of the grain tax revenue!

This is not a plum bottle, this is a golden mountain!
Subconsciously wanted to get up, Lao Zhu realized it, stopped again, and sat down again.

Calm down, calm down.

When someone is gone, let's enjoy and play with it in private.

He let out a sigh of relief, and Lao Zhu calmed down, looking at his baby's 23rd generation grandson: "This...what's the reason for this?"

"There are many reasons, but what Yuan'er wants to talk about is one of them, culture."

"culture?"

"Yes," Zhu Yuan said, "My ancestor, you remember the pens of the "Shan Hai Jing" series of 'Zhi Yong Zhai', the one with 1888 taels of silver?"

How can you not remember?

That money-grabbing thing!

Ok……

Robbery?

Take another look at the plum bottle.

Same tune but same result... same tune but same result.

Lao Zhu immediately believed in the statement of his baby's 23rd grandson.

The facts are at hand.

This 'Xiao Heyue chasing Han Xin', compared to 'Kuafu chasing the sun', 'Jingwei filling the sea' and the like, is obviously a routine.

Seeing the stunned expression on Lao Zhu's expression, Zhu Yuan said: "My ancestors should understand a little bit. Yes, this is the power of culture, or the added value of culture. Whether a country is strong or not, hard power such as economy and military is very important. Important, but equally important, is soft power such as culture. For example, although the Song Dynasty was so weak that it was bullied by all the surrounding countries, the culture of the Song Dynasty, such as Song Ci, was respected and looked up to by all the surrounding countries. This is a manifestation of soft power. Although, this power is of little use to a weak country like the Song Dynasty, but in the new era I imagine, cultural power is crucial."

Lao Zhu felt that he understood a little more, and said very honestly: "According to you, that is to say, the "Shan Hai Jing"... that culture, can it be sold for a big price?"

"The straightforward truth is like this," Zhu Yuan smiled and nodded: "Ancestor, let's go back to what we said just now, to give more than what we have to lose. To put it bluntly, it is plundering and being a robber. But, just be a robber like that. It's not decent, we Chinese are too embarrassed to do it, so we can change it and plunder it in disguise. For example, this blue and white plum vase is full of connotations from craftsmanship to culture. It’s inside, so although the cost is only 5000 yuan, it’s reasonable to sell it to you for 800 million yuan, right? You bought my bottle to show that you are educated and decent, and you can step into my bottle You can also pass this bottle on to your children and grandchildren, it seems that your family is very high-end, how wonderful, and all of this, don’t need 8 billion, don’t need 10 million, only 9 million, 8 million stones of grain. Ancestors, Did you feel moved when you heard that?"

The more Zhu Yuan talked, the more excited he became. Old Zhu rubbed a handful of red sandalwood paperweights on the desk, not fascinated, but a little impulsive.

Want to hit someone.

This thought... why is it so crooked?
No wonder all dynasties have emphasized agriculture and suppressed business!
Do not learn well!
However, after being impulsive, thinking that the 23rd generation grandson of my parents' perverted mind has indeed sold the "Shan Hai Jing" series of pens for 1888 taels, after thinking about it again, Lao Zhu had to admit it.He also understands that selling 800 million at a cost of 8 yuan is just an extreme example of Zhu Yuan. However, a pen that costs at most a few tens of taels of silver is sold for nearly 2000 taels of silver. It's more cost-effective than being the robber directly.

Slowing down further, Lao Zhu finally said, "You... how do you specifically do it?"

"This is also the purpose of bringing these blue and white porcelains here today. Ancestors, if we want to sell them at a high price, first of all, we must infinitely enhance our own culture. The simplest one is that we must cherish all the things left by our ancestors. For us, they are all treasures, and we must enshrine them seriously and carefully. To what extent does this go? Even a single Chinese character is our precious future. If there are foreigners who dare to disrespect Chinese culture, even with them If you fight a war, you must do whatever it takes.”

Lao Zhu waved his hand subconsciously: "If you want to raise troops at every turn, this will be over."

"It's just a hypothesis, and if our Ming Dynasty can make a profit after the actuarial calculation, it's not impossible to fight a war," Zhu Yuan continued: "Secondly, it is to belittle others. All cultures other than China must be belittled into dross. Why can my Huaxia be passed down for thousands of years, and why can my Ming Dynasty be so powerful? Why? Because we Han people are superior, because our culture is superior, because our military is superior, in short, because everything about us is good. And you, why You are backward, why are you barbarians? Of course, because everything about you is bad, dross, and should be swept into the garbage dump of history. If you don’t sweep it, I will help you sweep it. Wait for you to sweep it It’s clean, if you come to buy my culture at a high price, a pen will sell you 1888 taels of silver, which is all affordable. A piece of clothing, a satchel, will cost you 1 taels, do you want it? No, then you can only Being a barbarian, barbarians should also be swept into the garbage dump of history. There are also my porcelain, tea, paper... They are all good things, add some cultural connotations, and then sell them to you at ten times and a hundred times the price. But there are my glorious 5000 years of China in it. What, you are determined not to buy it? It’s a pity, you barbarian, please walk into the garbage dump of history. If you don’t want to, I have no choice but to make me Wan Dajun drove over to see you off."

Old Zhu: "..."

God, this kid is too crooked, can I change it?

(End of this chapter)