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Chapter 311 0308 [Double Happiness]

The eighth day of June.

In the main hall of Shaoyang Palace, a court meeting once every seven days is being held.

"Reporting to the county magistrate, Daqi Bank has exchanged 280 million gu in green money, of which loans account for [-]%... Green money has been circulated in Qing, Zi, Qi, Wei, and Mizhou, and the response from wealthy businessmen has been very good. ."

Su Zhaode's clear voice echoed in the hall, but both Han Zhen and the courtiers were a little distracted.

"Ah."

Han Zhen glanced in the direction of the harem and asked casually: "How much money does the bank have in stock?"

Su Zhaode replied: "More than [-] million strings."

When he first issued banknotes, Han Zhen set a rule that he would print as much grain and salt as he had.

In other words, the total amount of money, grain, silk and bolts owned by the Ministry of Revenue, as well as the coarse salt and refined salt stored in the Guangling Salt Warehouse, is less than 6000 million guan.

Don't think it's a small amount, Zhao Song's treasury has even spent 100 million yuan at this moment.

There is nothing we can do, Shandong is only such a big place.

The people were all poor. Not only could they not collect much tax, Han Zhen had to add money to the government, including giving out paper clothes, giving money and grain, and borrowing farm tools and seeds...

Currently, taxes account for less than 3000% of the money and food in the Ministry of Household Affairs. Most of it comes from house raids, Zhao Song compensation, Guangling Salt Affairs, and the remainder of the Ma family's [-] million dowry.

Fortunately, the Michigan Salt Affairs Bureau has been reorganized and has been put into production a few days ago. It will make a lot of money in the future.

After the construction of the Jimo port is completed, the proportion of commercial taxes will increase significantly in the future.

Zhao Ting stood up and said, "County Magistrate, several wealthy businessmen in western Beijing recently submitted a joint letter requesting to open a bank branch in western Beijing."

"That's it!"

Han Zhen waved his hand and ordered: "The Commerce Academy will handle it on its own."

"The minister takes orders."

Su Zhaode bowed and responded.

After the report to the Business Academy, Craftsman Yuan stood up and reported: "Reporting to the county magistrate, the Engineering Academy has a large number of craftsmen and the staffing is chaotic. Weichen wants to restructure the Engineering Academy and respond to the craftsman ratings to make the upward path clearer."

"That's it!"

Han Zhen nodded in response.

After Craftsman Yuan sat down, Deng Song stood up and continued to report on his work.

"Weichen wants to recruit a group of agricultural students and teach agricultural science."

Hearing this, Han Zhen raised his eyebrows and said, "This is a good thing, and I naturally agree."

Deng Song smiled bitterly and said: "Wei Chen has already publicized it in the Di newspaper, but the effect is not good. There are only a few applicants, and they are all peasants who cannot read or write."

Han Zhen immediately understood what he meant. He was here to ask for an official position.

The Agricultural College has always put theory and practice in parallel. It not only requires recording and summarizing, but sometimes also requires consulting ancient books. It is really impossible without some cultural skills.

But the problem is that few scholars are willing to farm and raise pigs.

Thinking of this, Han Zhen chuckled and said: "Don't worry, in the future, students from the Agricultural College will be able to become officials as long as they successfully graduate!"

Agricultural talents are scarce, so Han Zhen will not be stingy about his official position.

"Thank you so much, County Magistrate!"

Deng Song looked happy.

With Han Zhen's guarantee, I think many scholars will apply.

When Deng Song sat down, Ma Yundi dusted his sleeves and was about to get up when he saw Lao Jiu walking into the hall with a happy face and walking quickly towards Han Zhen.

Approaching Han Zhen, Lao Jiu said in a joyful tone: "County Magistrate, there is news from the harem that the second lady has successfully given birth to a baby girl. Mother and daughter are safe."

Han Zhen suddenly stood up and said, "Everyone, please wait a moment. I'll go visit the harem."

"Should be."

"The county magistrate, hurry up and go."

"Haha, congratulations to the county magistrate on your daughter's fortune."

All the courtiers looked happy and smiled and congratulated each other.

Han Zhen had an heir, which was extremely important to them. Although it was just a baby girl and not the son of his wife, it at least meant that Han Zhen had no problem in passing on the family line. Moreover, he was still young and would definitely have a prosperous heir in the future.

In this regard, the emperor of Zhao and Song Dynasty can be called an imperial model.

Han Zhen hurriedly left the main hall and came all the way to the harem.

At this time, Yinshuangzhai was extremely lively, and from far away, one could hear the chirping sounds of Zhao Fujin and several little girls.

Walking into the small courtyard, Jiang Suyi's clear voice came from the room: "Why is she so wrinkled? She doesn't look like Sister Runniang and her husband at all."

An Niang smiled and said: "Silly girl, newborn babies are like this. They will grow out in a few days."

Zhao Fujin said in surprise: "It's quite pleasant after looking at it for a long time."

"Meet the county magistrate."

The maid guarding the door said a blessing.

Han Zhen nodded with a smile, opened the door and walked into the house.

All the way to the back room, Zhao Fujin and the other girls called out to their husbands.

"Ah."

Han Zhen responded, looking through the crowd and landing on Han Zhang on the bed.

At this time, Mrs. Han Zhang's face was pale, her delicate facial features showed a sense of weakness, and she could vaguely smell the smell of blood.

Although Han Zhen did not witness the whole process, he could still imagine Han Zhang's pain during childbirth.

After all, she has a petite body but such a big belly.

I am extremely lucky to have a smooth delivery and mother and daughter to be safe.

But the punishment he deserves is not less at all.

"Erro."

Han Zhang moved her lips slightly and called out weakly.

Han Zhen strode forward, came to the bed and sat down.

Holding Run Niang's little hand, he said softly: "Thank you for your hard work!"

"It's not hard work, slave."

Mrs. Han Zhang shook her head, then looked at the pillow, with a happy smile on her lips: "Erlang, look at our child."

The words "our children" made Han Zhen's heart tremble slightly, and he felt a different kind of emotion.

Following her gaze, she saw a little person lying quietly in swaddling clothes. His skin was dark and wrinkled, and his eyes were tightly closed.Han Zhen stretched out his hand to touch his daughter's little face, but stopped halfway, fearing that he would hurt the baby.

After looking at it, Han Zhen smiled and said, "Run Niang, my daughter looks a lot like you."

"Pfft!"

As soon as she finished speaking, An Niang's laughter came from behind.

Han Zhen turned his head and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

An Niang pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Erlang, the baby's face is still wrinkled right now. You can't tell who it looks like. It will take a few days to grow and you can see the features clearly."

"Is it."

Han Zhen laughed sarcastically, looked at his daughter with gentle eyes, and marveled: "She was so big in the belly of the leap mother, but she was a little thin after she was born."

Zhao Fujin on the side nodded and agreed: "Yes, my sister's belly was so big at that time. When I first saw it, I thought she was pregnant with twins. But after giving birth, she was thin and small."

Ma Shuyao said at the right time: "My mother said it would be better for the baby to be thinner, so that Sister Leonang would suffer less."

"really."

Han Zhen agreed.

It is not a good thing that the fetus is developing too well at this time, especially for a petite woman like Run Niang, who is very prone to dystocia.

However, under current medical conditions, in the event of dystocia, basically one of the mother and child will die, and more often than not, both mother and child will die.

This is why Dr. Zhang had always told Run Niang to eat lightly and not to take too much supplements.

Jiang Suyi stepped forward and urged: "Husband, husband, can you choose the baby's name?"

Han Zhen replied: "I'll think about it in the next few days."

An Niang suggested: "It's better for Erlang to give him a nickname first."

A girl usually only has a baby name when she is a child, and her official name is not given until the wedding ceremony.

Only if the elders love her very much will they give her a name in advance, such as Ma Shuyao.

Mayanmin loved his smart and beautiful granddaughter to the core, and she became famous when she was only a few years old.

Han Zhen really couldn't think of anything for a while, so he asked: "Does Runniang have a good name?"

Mrs. Han Zhang was obviously prepared, and said in a soft and waxy tone: "Husband, how about I call you He Yue?"

Lotus Moon is the elegant name of June.

Before Han Zhen could express his position, Zhao Fujin said happily: "My sister is a good nickname, smooth and meaningful."

Saying that, Zhao Fujin touched the baby's little hand affectionately and whispered softly: "Isn't that right, little Heyue?"

"Okay, let's call it He Yue."

Han Zhen smiled and nodded.

“Wow wow wow!!!”

The little guy seemed to be woken up by the sound of talking, and he immediately opened his little mouth and cried loudly.

Not to mention, Xiao Gui's voice is very loud, which shows that the little guy's cardiopulmonary function is very well developed.

When the little guy cried, several women suddenly panicked.

Zhao Fujin quickly comforted him: "Little Heyue, don't cry. Auntie will take care of your naughty child."

Mrs. Han Zhang was also a mother for the first time, and she was a little at a loss for a while.

Fortunately, An Niang was there, and she ordered: "The children are probably hungry. You go out first. Run Niang is relatively weak now and needs more rest."

With that said, An Niang coaxed Zhao Fujin and the girls away as if they were coaxing children.

"Run Niang, please rest first. I'll come back after the court meeting."

After admonishing him, Han Zhen stood up and walked out of the house.

In the small courtyard, Zhao Fujin and his five daughters had not gone far, and were gathering under the pavilion, chattering about Xiao Heyue.

All the way back to the main hall, the courtiers stood up one after another and congratulated: "Congratulations to the county magistrate on your daughter."

"Happy together."

Han Zhen replied with a smile.

After returning to sit behind the hall table, he asked, "Where were you talking about just now?"

After hearing this, Ma Yundi stood up and said: "County Magistrate, the current sales of Qingzhou Daily founded by Jinzouyuan are stable at around [-]. Although the Zhao and Song Dynasties suppressed tabloids, people are still buying them privately. Just to seize the market, spread out Sales volume is too much wasted. Weichen thinks it’s time to think about profitability?”

“It’s time to think about profitability.”

Han Zhen nodded and ordered: "When it's time to sign up for the post, it's time to do the post, and when it's time to run the sub-journal, you can go to the memorial hall and take care of it yourself."

A sign is an advertisement.

In fact, it is nothing new for businesses to advertise in Di Bao.

The strong commercial atmosphere in the Northern Song Dynasty gave birth to many commercial methods. Many tabloids relied on advertising to make a lot of money.

Otherwise, how much money can you make just by selling newspapers, and why should important officials in the DPRK personally go to jail?

For a newspaper like Qingzhou Daily that sells tens of thousands of copies a day, an advertisement would cost hundreds of pieces.

Hundreds of strings a day, tens of thousands of strings a month.

Han Zhen didn't expect to make much money by joining the Academy. After all, it was a tool he used to promote public opinion. It was good to be able to maintain his capital.

"I understand."

Mayundi sat down again.

Then, the chief officials of the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Personnel reported on their work respectively.

Soon, it was the turn of the military department.

Shi Wenhui stood up and said: "There have been no major events in the military department recently, but there have been reactions from grassroots officers. Many newly recruited Western troops want to take over their families."

Although these Western armies were newly formed, many of them had made military exploits when they pacified Shandong. With money on hand, they naturally wanted to bring their families over to enjoy the blessings.

Han Zhen muttered: "I will negotiate this matter with the Zhao and Song Dynasties. Tell the soldiers that your family will arrive in Shandong soon."

Shi Wenhui continued: "In addition, news came from Dengzhou that a saltpeter mine was discovered, and the scale is still being further investigated."

Found a saltpeter mine?

Han Zhen looked happy and said with a smile: "Today is truly a double happiness!"

Two months had passed, and Han Zhen had no hope at all. He planned to wait until the official caravan was formed and purchase from Goryeo, Japan and other places. Unexpectedly, he found it.

Overjoyed, Han Zhenhao said angrily: "The craftsman who finds the saltpeter mine will be rewarded heavily!"

(End of this chapter)