In the Southern Song Dynasty, I competed with Mongolia for the world

Chapter 602 No Place
There were only three people in the interrogation room.

Zhao Yurui, Zhu Chongba, Zhang Jiusi.

Everyone else was driven outside.

Zhu Chongba and Zhang Jiusi looked at Zhao Yurui in confusion.

"How many people do you have, Lao Zhu?"

I’m not old, I’m just twenty years old. Zhu Chongba didn’t understand why Zhao Yurui called him Old Zhu, even though he was three years younger than Zhao Yurui.

Zhao Yurui is twenty-three years old.

"About one hundred and sixty or so, I didn't count them carefully, and there were women among them too." Zhu Yuanzhang had no choice but to say.

"How many people do you have, Lao Zhang?"

"One hundred and seventy-six, fourteen women who can work and fifteen children over the age of fifteen." Zhang Shicheng was very capable and had calculated everything clearly.

Zhao Yurui thought about the ships coming and going at Lin'an Wharf and the scale of the maritime trade, and finally said, "It's the 26th now. Starting from next month, on the 10th of every month, you will each give me 5,000 yuan."

"?" The two were stunned.

But Zhu Chongba reacted quickly and said immediately: "Of course, as long as we can raise the price yesterday."

The implication is that as long as one can survive after raising prices as Zhao Yurui said, this little money will be nothing.

Zhang Jiusi also nodded: "It's fine as long as the price can be raised."

"Don't think that all this money is for me." Zhao Yurui said slowly, "I have to take care of the hundred households and other people."

"I am just a small soldier, and there are leaders above me. I have to pull others down."

"But don't worry, we support each other. You help me get promoted, and I help you make more money."

"Boss Zhao, you finally got it." Zhu Yuanzhang said in surprise.

The Jinyiwei in Dinghai County was a 100-household unit with a total of more than 300 personnel, but less than 100 were actually on the payroll. Some left early, some were on sick leave at home, and some were just paid but did not go to work. The number of people who could actually go to work every day was about 60 to 70, and there were nearly 300 temporary workers.

Almost all of them are greedy. Zhao Yurui in the past was not smart enough. Not only did he not accept benefits, he also did not have the courage to do things.

"People always change." Zhao Yurui said calmly: "The times are advancing, and we are also advancing with the times."

"Mr. Zhao is wise." Zhang Jiusi raised his finger, thinking that the four words "keeping pace with the times" were quite impressive.

Zhao Yurui suddenly asked, "Did you know about Scarface 4 being killed on Yangtze River Avenue last month?"

The two men's faces changed slightly when they heard this.

Scar Four refers to a guy from Guangxi who wears glasses.

Working as coolies at Dinghai Wharf were not only the Huaixi Gang and the Suzhou Gang, but also people from Liangguang (Guangdong and Guangxi) and northerners (north of the Yangtze River).

There are four forces in total, among which Liangguangzili is mainly composed of people from Guangxi.

Many people in Guangxi are from ethnic minorities. They are quite fierce and good at fighting.

But unfortunately, they were outnumbered and were suppressed by Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhang Jiusi.

Scarface was a fierce leader in the Guangxi gang. He was very powerful at the dock some time ago. Then one night on Changjiang Avenue, he got drunk and was stabbed to death on the street.

This case has not been solved yet.

"Dinghai County and the Imperial Guards are working hard to solve this case. If we solve it, I will definitely be promoted."

"You two should pay more attention and help me find out about the underworld. If someone comes forward to take the blame, I, Zhao Yurui, will not forget his kindness."

The two men's faces changed again. What Zhao Yurui said was very clear. If the real murderer could not be found, then they would find someone to take the blame.

Give Zhao Yurui credit for his contribution.

Are there any benefits for Zhao’s achievements?

Of course there were. Zhao Yurui made it very clear that if they fought with the Northerners or the people from Guangdong and Guangxi in the future, they would definitely stand on their side.

The two looked at each other, neither expressing their opinion.

But both of them knew in their hearts that if they did it well, they would definitely get Zhao Yurui's full support in the future.

But Zhao Yurui is just a small soldier now, does he have a future?

After a while, the two men left the Jinyiwei small flag station with heavy hearts, and their brothers were standing outside.

There are only a dozen people in this small flag station, and the leader is Xiaoqi Zhou Guomin.

The rest are small soldiers like Zhao Yurui.

The two men walked to the door and looked at each other. It was Lao Zhu who clasped his fists first and said, "Brother Zhang, I'm sorry for offending you before. Let's make fortunes together in the future."

"Brother Chongba, do you believe him?" Zhang Jiusi lowered his voice and whispered.

Old Zhu's eyes gleamed, and he looked around to see that there was no one around: "This kid seems to have become a different person."

"I, Zhu Chongba, may not know many words, but I understand one thing: helping someone in need is definitely better than adding icing on the cake."

What this means is that if you want to invest, you have to invest now.

Zhao Yurui is a small soldier now. If we help him, he will become successful in the future and we will also benefit from it. But if we wait until he becomes successful to invest in him, it will be too late.

"Brother Chongba, what you said makes sense." Zhang Jiusi remained calm and finally clasped his fists towards Zhu Chongba: "See you later."

He turned around and left with his brothers following him.

When Zhu Chongba returned to his brothers, Wu Zhen immediately said in a fierce voice: "What do you say, brother? Do you want to punish Zhao tonight?"

"Bang!" Zhu Chongba slapped him on the back of the head: "You are crazy, how can you mess with the Jinyiwei?"

"He shot and hit Chang Yuchun."

"That's a deliberate attempt to intimidate us." Zhu Chongba said, "Let's go to the hospital first."

After arriving at the hospital, they found that Zhao Yurui had shot him close to his leg, scraping the skin a little. Chang Yuchun was scared to death at the time, but the injury was not serious. He just came here to get a bandage and rest for a few days and he will be fine.

He is a great character, and Zhu Yuanzhang began to re-examine Zhao Yurui.

He also always wanted to establish connections with the Jinyiwei or people in the county government.

But at Dinghai Wharf, most of the cases were fighting, which were under the jurisdiction of the Jinyiwei.

The local yamen runners of the Yuan Dynasty were still mainly responsible for collecting taxes as before, and cases of arresting criminals were generally handled by the Jinyiwei.

Zhu Yuanzhang had wanted to establish a relationship with Zhou Guomin before, but Zhou Guomin was too corrupt and asked him to pay 100 yuan per person every month.

There are more than a hundred of them, which means more than ten thousand yuan.

Now Zhao Yurui only wants 5,000. It is obviously better to have a good relationship with Zhao Yurui, but at the critical moment, can Zhao Yurui squeeze out Zhou Guomin and become the small flag here?

He thought that Zhao Yurui's conditions were not good either, so he turned to Tang He and said, "Go back to the yard immediately, take 5,000 yuan and give it to Zhao Yurui, and tell her that this is next month's money and we will pay it first."

"Oh, okay." Tang He had no choice but to turn around and walk home.

At this time, Zhao Yurui was sitting in his seat in a daze.

His ancestors were soldiers of the Song Dynasty during the Zhao and Rui periods. At that time, one household out of every hundred households in Dinghai County was conscripted, and one of his ancestors was conscripted. Then, according to the court rules, no more conscription would be carried out within a hundred years.

As a result, after Zhao Meng came to power, he was warlike and started wars everywhere without any military ethics. Later, he even recruited troops from the Zhao family.

After his grandfather retired, he returned to his hometown to serve as a Jinyiwei, and then his father inherited the position.

His father passed away two years ago, and Zhao Yurui took over the inheritance.

But Zhao Yurui was weak in character, timid and cowardly, and many of his colleagues in the Jinyiwei looked down on him.

"Oh" Zhao Yurui took a deep breath and rubbed his head helplessly.

In his previous life, he was a high and mighty emperor, but in the blink of an eye, he became an ordinary Jinyiwei soldier.

This contrast is difficult for most people to accept. Fortunately, he adjusted his mentality very well. Since God allowed him to travel here, he must strive to live a more exciting life than in his previous life.

Fortunately, the Yuan Dynasty today is even more corrupt than the Southern Song Dynasty back then. This is a good opportunity. As long as you have money and business skills, you can climb up step by step.

It’s just that his identity is a bit embarrassing. Both his parents have passed away, leaving behind only a house and 60 acres of land that was divided from his ancestors’ military merits.

Zhao Yurui didn't have time to farm, so he rented the land to tenants. After deducting taxes and the income from the tenants, he could get about 50 shi of grain every year.

According to the current grain prices in the Yuan Dynasty, one stone of grain costs more than 300 yuan, which is about 15,000 to 16,000 yuan.

His own salary is more than 3,000 yuan per month, and his annual income is about 50,000 yuan.

This income is only considered lower-middle-class in Dinghai County.

In addition, his expenses are also quite high.

According to the rules of the Jinyiwei of the Yuan Dynasty, honors must be given to superiors during the Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival every year. He only gave honors to the small flag Zhou Guomin and the general flag Lu Tonghai, and he had to spend two to three thousand yuan a year, which was basically a month's salary.

I usually smoke and drink, and my expenses are several thousand yuan.

Of course, now that Zhao Yurui has traveled through time, he doesn’t like drinking or smoking, so he can save on this expense.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and he has to pay his respects to several leaders in advance, so this is almost all in vain.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yurui was eagerly thinking about how to make money?

The industrialization and commercialization process of the Yuan Dynasty was quite large under the promotion of Zhao and Rui.

There are still cars on the streets (like antique cars from the 18th century), rich people have telephones in their homes (early lottery-type telephones), etc., and there are still black-and-white movies available on the market.

Bicycles are also valuable items, and televisions are also black and white.

Zhao Yurui spent the whole afternoon holding a pen and thinking about how she could make money in this era. After thinking it over and over again, she couldn't think of anything she could do.

Most of the things he had in his previous lives, he has in this life.

The only thing that is missing is a house in the school district.

House prices are not expensive now and the real estate industry is still in its infancy.

"Real estate?" Zhao Yurui thought about it and it seemed that the only thing he could do now and be leading in was real estate. The key was that he didn't have the start-up capital.

"Xiao Zhao." Just then, someone came up to me with a smile.

Zhao Yurui turned around and saw Xie Min and Qiang Xiaowei who were in the same group.

The two of them are older than Zhao and Rui, one is twenty-six and the other is thirty years old, and both of them are hereditary.

"Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. Let's go to the street to buy some cigarettes and drinks after get off work?"

The two men asked Zhao and Rui to buy cigarettes and alcohol. This was the rule of the Jinyiwei, and they had to visit the leader's house to pay respects during the festival.

If you buy with a large group of people, it can be cheaper. Let's talk about the price.

But Zhao Yurui didn't plan to buy it with them because she bought it from a relative of Qiang Xiaowei's store during the Spring Festival last year, and it was more expensive than other stores.

Isn't this treating Zhao and Rui as fools?

"I'm not going. I've already bought it." Zhao Yurui said with a smile, "I'll buy it as soon as I get paid this month. I'm afraid I'll have no money at the end of the month."

"..." Qiang Xiaowei and the other man were stunned.

"Okay." A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Qiang Xiaowei's eyes, and he looked at Xie Min helplessly.

The two walked aside with confused looks on their faces.

"Why does it feel like he's a different person today?"

"Damn it, I also want to say, you are not as disgusting as before?"

The two left cursing.

Zhao Yurui looked at the time. It was just past four o'clock and they would be going home after get off work. He also quickly stood up and prepared to leave.

As soon as I walked to the door, I met Tang He who came from the hospital.

Tang He looked reluctant and said, "Tou Zhao, this is what my boss gave you. It's for next month's money."

Zhao Yurui took the package with surprise and joy, she didn't expect that Lao Zhu was so capable.

Zhu Yuanzhang was indeed unique in that he could become the founding emperor.

"Go back and tell your boss that his vision is not wrong and his investment will not fail."

"What?"

Zhao Yurui said again: "Do you remember?"

"I've remembered that." Tang He said perfunctorily.

After Tang He left, Zhao Yurui returned home first and looked at his passbook.

There are no bank cards in this bank now, only passbooks.

He has only been working for a year or two. His father passed away last year and he spent a lot of money. There is less than 20,000 yuan in the family's savings account.

He thought about it, gritted his teeth, took out ten thousand yuan, and then walked to the street with the five thousand that Tang He had given him.

Then he bought a box of mooncakes and two bottles of ordinary wine for a dozen yuan. After estimating the time, he came to the home of Qi Shan, a captain of the Imperial Guard.

Qi Shan's mother died two years ago. Zhao Yurui came to give a gift on behalf of her seriously ill father, so she got to know his family, but never came again after that.

Bang, bang, bang, Zhao Yurui knocked on the door.

The gate quickly opened, revealing the face of a servant: "Who are you?"

"I'm Zhao Yurui from Dinghai Wharf, paying my respects to the captain." Zhao Yurui said with a smile, "Please inform them." Whoosh, a hundred-dollar bill was stuffed into the man's hand.

Paper money has only been in circulation for a dozen years during the Yuan Dynasty, and there are currently no counterfeit coins on the market, but some people still use silver and gold coins.

The main reason was that the imperial court had lost important maritime trade centers such as Dongying, Dayuan, and Nanyang, resulting in less tax revenue and no money. Issuing paper money, like issuing Jiaozi before, could temporarily overcome the difficulties.

But the consequence of this will also cause the depreciation of paper money in the future.

Of course, it has only been in circulation for more than ten years, and the Yuan Dynasty’s national strength has not yet deteriorated to a certain extent, so it has not depreciated for the time being.

The man took the hundred yuan, his eyes lit up, and his attitude immediately changed 180 degrees: "Wait a moment."

Qi Shan had just returned home and had barely sat down to relax when he heard someone named Zhao Yurui coming to pay a visit.

"Zhao Yurui?" Qi Shan had never heard of this name.

Although there were only sixty or seventy people in his centurion unit, he could not remember all of them clearly.

"Are you a temporary worker?" Qi Shan was drinking herbal tea with his son Qi Wei at the moment.

It is August in Dinghai now and the weather is still very hot.

His son Qi Wei was a captain of the county government. After hearing the name, he thought for a moment and said, "I seem to have some impression of him. Is he Zhao Xiaoyong's son? He inherited the throne last year?"

"It seems so." Qi Shan heard Zhao Xiaoyong finally remember the hereditary Zhao Yurui.

A new soldier suddenly wanted to visit his home to celebrate. Qi Shan smiled knowingly and said, "Let him in."

But he didn't care at this time.

Usually, among the Jinyiwei, only the general flag and the minor flag would come to his home during festivals to give him cigarettes, alcohol and the like. The value of each person's gift would not exceed two thousand yuan.

This is common practice in official circles, unless it involves promotion.

But his Jinyiwei Hundred Households Office had already been filled up (official positions were full), and if Zhao Yurui came to ask for an official position, there would definitely be no position for him.

(End of this chapter)