The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 10 Liu Ji wants to seize power
The work of the "Laishui New City" urban construction planning team is still continuing. Comrade Fang Yu pointed out that our planning must be based on the current situation, take a long-term perspective, be moderately advanced, and adapt to the development level of the times...

Well, Fang Yu has really found that kind of leadership now. Wherever he pointed, he drew wherever he was in his second year of high school and his third year of high school.

After all, they were still young people. When they heard that there were new clothes to wear, their faces were filled with excitement.

People rely on their clothes and horses rely on their saddles. Changing into clean clothes not only makes you look better, but also saves you a lot of looks.

People who came in and out of the county in the past two days acted as if they were hiding from the plague when they saw the refugees, and some exaggeratedly even covered their noses.

Old man Zhao, who was thick-skinned, was fine, but it was really hard for a few young people.

As he got excited, he started to talk a lot. Liu Ji made a very "sincere" suggestion: "We can just build a shack randomly here, but let Mr. Fang live in such a shack... In my heart It hurts like a knife cutting me!"

Liu Ji's eyes were red as he spoke, then he wiped his eyes and waved his hands and said: "I suggest that we should burn bricks and build a kiln first, and then build a big blue brick house for Mr. Fang, at least as big as the county government office." !”

The Gao brothers also nodded hurriedly. They had also seen wealthy families in their hometown. The second year of high school added: "We need to dig a big pond, raise goldfish and lotus flowers in it, and have a pair of big stone lions at the door. From now on, the two of us brothers will visit each other every day." Stand there and help Mr. Fang guard the door."

The three of them had a lively discussion, and now it was Old Man Zhao's turn to feel uncomfortable. He squinted at Liu Ji, feeling very annoyed in his heart: "What a Liu Ji!"You have learned how to flatter me beyond your level. You are trying to seize power.

How can I let you talk about building a big house for Mr. Fang?This is what I, Zhao Youcai, should say!
Fang Yu thought about it and felt that what Liu Ji and the others said made sense.

In the future, not only will there be more and more people here, but the status of the visitors will also become more and more valuable.

Just think about it, let Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian, Cabinet Chief Minister Zhou Yanru, and Trilateral Governor Sun Chuanting huddle together in a shack to discuss national affairs...

Even if they don't care about it themselves, others will think that this Ming Dynasty is about to end.

Fang Yu's original plan was to build a shack area here, and then replace it bit by bit when it developed in the future. The picture was just a quick word.

But now it seems that the steps are a bit small. It is completely possible to complete the project in one step and build all the brick houses like those in the county.

He has a lot of money, and there are a few Yuan Datou at home. As long as Teacher Pan cuts off a corner, there will be a small silver mountain here.

Not enough refugees?There are so many people in the county, so we can hire them at a high price.

As for where the refugees live, the temporary sheds there can be erected in two days. Let’s squeeze in a few dozen people into one room first.

The refugees will definitely not have any objections. Liu Ji has just expressed their feelings on their behalf: We can just build a random shed...

Having made up his mind, Fang Yu nodded and said: "Then just build a blue brick house, but instead of just letting me live alone, everyone will live in a blue brick house."

The three young people, including Old Man Zhao, all opened their mouths.

Fang Yu completely underestimated the power of a house to them.

"Master Fang is saying... we will all have our own blue brick houses? We will also have our own home outside Laishui City?"

Liu Ji was the first to put forward his opinion, but he never expected that such a good thing would happen.

"Of course, after traveling thousands of miles, dying so many people, and suffering so much, shouldn't we have our own home here?" Fang Yu asked.

Liu Ji's parents died long ago. Before he took his younger brother and younger sister out of Henan, his two younger brothers were already dead. When they arrived at Hejian Mansion, his younger sister also died.

If nothing else goes wrong, he will follow the refugees to Laishui County, and then be driven away by the local government, and then spend his life wandering around in circles.

But now, not only was he given food and clothing, but he was also given a brick house.
Once he has a house, he is no longer a refugee. He can go to work in the city, save money, buy a few acres of land, and find a wife... He has a family again.

Liu Ji's tears fell, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowing fiercely: "Young Master Fang is so kind and kind, I, Liu Ji, can't repay you even if I am a cow or a horse in this life. Whoever dares to disrespect Young Master Fang in the future, I, Liu Ji, will Dare to kill his whole family!" Liu Ji was so excited that he couldn't control himself. His second and third years in high school were no better. He had already knelt down. After kowtowing, the two brothers held their heads and cried loudly.

Old man Zhao seemed to be feeling better. He turned his head and slowly sat on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

There is no problem in building a few shacks outside Laishui City, but there are many problems in building a decent house.

After all, they are foreigners. There is no place for them here, and the local government will never allow them to build these "illegal buildings."

It also costs a lot of money.

They are just refugees, worthless refugees. If anyone said these words to them, they would only listen to them as a joke.

But Mr. Fang is the Son of God. If he says it will happen, then it will definitely happen.

Fang Yu was startled by their fierce reaction at first, but after thinking about it, he understood it, so he didn't try to persuade them and let them vent for a while.

After a long time, Old Man Zhao came over happily, but his eyes were a little red.

Old Man Zhao said: "Everyone is digging in the soil, and there are not many people who can build houses."

Fang Yu said: "Then go and hire people. People in the county and all over the country have no food to eat. We will give them money and keep them fed."

Well, now Old Man Zhao's views have been refreshed again. Only the city people have always picked on the refugees, but now the refugees in turn recruit them for work.

Old Man Zhao added: "And that Dianshi must have someone keeping an eye on us."

Fang Yu said: "Let's do our thing and just pretend he doesn't exist."

In fact, Fang Yu can ask Teacher Pan to find someone to weld an iron house so that everyone can be accommodated here, saving the energy of the refugees, and at the same time, it can prevent forced demolition...

But Fang Yu also heard a saying: Don't give too many free things, otherwise you will only get enemies.

They had to build the house brick by brick. After building the house, Fang Yu still had many things for them to do. After all, Fang Yu could not leave the county.

Even food and clothing, they should be self-sufficient in the future.

As for Dian Shi's troubles, Fang Yu thought that there would be no need for Teacher Pan to take action. Big shots from the capital would probably be sent over.

Beijing City, Daming Palace.

Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian did not live in the Qianqing Palace, but in a small wing on the left side of the Zhongzuo Gate, called Dezheng Hall.

Although this wing is small, it does not require many people to serve, and there is no need to waste many lights when reviewing memorials at night.

Zhu Youjian is 31 years old this year, but his hair on his temples is already a little gray.

Zhu Youjian may be the most frugal emperor in history.

His food expenditure in the palace was only one percent of that of his brother, Emperor Tianqi.

He, Queen Zhou, and the concubines in the palace all wore cloth clothes, all of which were knitted by themselves.

In his entire 17-year career as emperor, he only performed a play in the palace once. It was the fifth year of Chongzhen reign and Queen Zhou's birthday.

(End of this chapter)